[Comprehensive British and American] Shoebill stork is passing by

Not eating breakfast is not a problem, not eating lunch is not a problem, not eating dinner is not a problem.

But when this cycle lasted for more than two days, Harry was still worried.

"Why doesn't it eat?" Harley Quinn circled around her stork.

Ivy was also watching, and tried to pry the whalebill's mouth with a vine and stuff the fish in.

They were surprised to find that when they really chose to forcefully stuff the fish in, the stork didn't particularly resist. It even chewed, that is, it clicked its mouth up and down, making a gesture similar to trying to eat.

In the next second, the fish fell.

The disgusted crucian carp slapped innocently on the floor.

"It looks like..." The only Harley Quinn on the scene who had a reserve of psychological knowledge suddenly got to the point, and announced loudly: "It doesn't like to eat this!"

clown:……

Clown: "Harry...we're not blind."

The hearts of Arkham fans are darker than a bat's cape, but their eyes are not blind.

Especially this shoebill stork is very honest, deliberately throwing off the fish is so obvious, there is no cover-up at all, and there is no explanation, just looking at the feeder with innocent eyes, trying to get away with cuteness.

"That's it," the clown stretched his hands forward, asking Harry to take a look. "Anyone in their right mind can see that it's dropping food on purpose."

"...?" Harry tilted his head, pondering: "Hmm... But we are not 'sane' people?"

Clown: Yeah...

They are not "sane" people.

So maybe this strange shoebill didn't drop its food on purpose?

After all, it is difficult for abnormal brains to make normal reasoning, maybe their reasoning is wrong?

The clown rubbed his chin, lost in thought.

So complicated.

Otherwise, why don't you call the little bat over and ask?

"Dinosaur fish." Ivy said suddenly: "It probably wants to eat this."

At times like this, Ivy would start to wonder if she was the only one with a brain among all the people present.

They both stowed mobile phones to come in, why can't these two never remember to search online?

"Dinosaur fish?" The clown tilted his head to ninety degrees, using an "innocent" expression to show that he had never heard of this ghost thing.

But it doesn't matter, he has a good idea!

The clown called the prison guards in a loud voice and told them: "Shoebill storks want to eat dinosaur fish!" and smashed Ivy's cell phone in the prison guards' faces.

Prison guard A screamed: "...? Why are there mobile phones?!"

Scared by the cry, the shoebill backed away, behind Ivy.

"Because I need to use my mobile phone to look up information online." Ivy stood in front of the whalebill stork with her hips on her hips, with a look of reason.

Prison guard ABCD: ...? ? ?

This logic seems to be fine.

They do need a mobile phone to check information online.

"Then why do we provide you with dinosaur fish? This thing is super expensive!" Prison guard B protested.

"Because if you don't provide it, we can only escape from prison and go out to grab the dinosaur fish ourselves." Harry smiled, looking very happy, "Which one do you think is better? I think it's better to go out by ourselves."

Of course not!

"Okay." Prison guard C, "Wait, let's go and find out, you are not allowed to escape from the prison."

"I'll wait for you one day at most~"

Harry waved his arms to send off the four prison guards.

Ai Wei found something wrong: "They only came four people, the prison guards here have become bolder? Or are we finally fooled by our poison?"

Under normal circumstances, this group of prison guards would not dare to respond to their calls at all. They either asked the Bats to deal with them in the middle of the night, or a large group of people came over together.

"Who knows." The clown yawned disinterestedly, "Prison guards are all stupid creatures, that's normal."

That night, stupid prison guards sent them a dozen dinosaur fish.

This kind of fish is not common in Gotham, and they can only be bought in places that sell ornamental fish. Naturally, the quantity will not be too much. The prison guards have tried their best, but Harry is still not satisfied.

The less environmentally friendly plastic boxes were transported into the botanical garden, and Ivy's expression also dropped.

Fortunately, the stork was satisfied. It walked to the side of the plastic box and stared down at the water.

Even though the food had no chance of escaping, the shoebill stork did not relax its vigilance because of this. It still waited patiently for the moment when the fish came up to the surface to breathe according to the memory of its ancient blood, which was its hunting moment.

Then approach quietly, attack quickly, and kill with one blow!

"Great—!" Harry applauded the stork who caught the fish.

The shoebill glanced at her, a little confused, but those were not important, the fish were trapped in the box, and they would not be scared away no matter how loud the humans were, so the shoebill ate the one in its mouth and began to wait for the next one. a probe.

This inevitably reminds me of Batman.

Anyway, the clown remembered it, and found out crying that Batman didn't mean to come to him today!

Wronged!

The aggrieved clown suddenly reached out and grabbed Harry's braid: "Go!"

"What are you doing?" Harley didn't care if she was pulled off, and followed after bouncing around.

Clown: "Go make a bat light!"

Harley: "Huh?!"

Clown: "Just make it out of leaves!"

Ivy: "???" I'm afraid you don't deserve a beating.

The menacing clown decided to rob. He robbed more than a dozen prison guards of special strong-light flashlights and tied them together, covered them with a white cloth, pulled a lot of leaves, and jumped to avoid Ivy's vines. Sew the leaves together on one side to form a crooked bat icon.

tonight!

he!

clown!

Batman will be summoned in Arkham!

But just by the afternoon, Batman knew something was wrong.

After all, Arkham's food expenses are limited, so many dinosaur fish are enough to clear the recent living expenses, and the warden will inevitably report to the immediate benefactor, saying that he has not been corrupt, but has done it as a last resort.

A shoebill stork is on hunger strike here!

Scream—!

Bruce: ...?

Bruce AKA Batman Wayne was sitting in the office, holding the report card in his hand, looking at the string of increasing numbers and the purchase item named "Dinosaur Fish", suddenly had a bad feeling.

"When was this grant application sent?" Bruce asked pretending to be calm.

Senior Employee A: "It's noon today."

The appropriation application for this special place should have been shown to the boss as soon as it was received, but everyone knew that Mr. Wayne could only show up after three o'clock in the afternoon.

Employee A expressed that he was also helpless.

Bruce: ...OK.

With his neat signature, he agreed to the appropriation of funds, and added a material purchase option called "Shoebill Feed Purchase", indicating that this part of the funds should be calculated independently.

After the employees left, Bruce called: "Tony, I have a question."

"Speak." Stark was probably in the laboratory, a little noisy.

Bruce gave him a few seconds and asked him to find a quiet place before continuing to ask: "Where is the mutant shoebill stork you found before?"

"Flying," he told Bruce honestly, "it's a wild bird at the end of the day, not happy in the lab, probably not in my house, and has to wear that restraint collar. It's doing it wrong What? Must wear a collar and be studied repeatedly by us humans."

Bruce: ...

It sounds like something more troublesome is going on at the same time.

"So the suppression collar..."

"I picked it." Stark replied confidently.

Bruce couldn't hold back, and let out a loud "Gan" in his heart.

After scolding, continue to ask: "Can it fly?"

"I showed it a lot of bird movies, and felt that it became smarter after wearing the restraining collar, and it would be able to watch it twice, but it didn't fly very much before, and its muscle mass was not enough at all. At that time, I saw it gliding out, sliding It is very stable, the descent is not obvious, and there is definitely no danger to life, but it should not fly very far."

Stark made a simple calculation, and felt that the distance between one or two cities at most would make the Shoebill tired.

"..." Bruce rubbed his brows, and continued to ask, "Where did you fly?"

"Of course my rooftop." Confidently.

Bruce took a deep breath: "...does it eat sea fish?"

"Uh..." Stark hesitated.

There seems to be no fish for the whalebill near New York, and the environment is not suitable for the whalebill to survive. At that time, I obviously planned to release it back to Africa. Why did I have a brain twitch and open the window to encourage it after taking off the restraining collar? fly?

Was I stupid at the time?

And he didn't realize it until Bruce asked his face!

"It seems that the influence of the whalebill stork does have a lasting effect." Bruce also found out.

Stark: ...oh damn the debuff.

In any case, Stark felt that he must have some responsibility, and if the shoebill was starving to death on the streets of New York, it must be his problem.

Stark couldn't accept this.

The shoebill had a full meal before leaving, and he would definitely not die of hunger in this short time. He wanted to get it back before it had an accident.

"No need." Bruce stopped Stark, who was about to hang up the phone, and said, "I already know where it is."

Stark asked where it was, but Bruce didn't tell him.

That ghostly place in Arkham is not suitable for Stark. Recently, Stark's mentality has been obviously unstable. Don't be stimulated by the clown twice in a while, and he will go crazy. It will be his own responsibility.

Unlike the birds and himself, Stark does not belong to Gotham, and has no obligation to be contaminated with these madness for Gotham.

After a few more sentences, Bruce hung up the phone.

He sighed, rubbing his forehead with a headache.

The biggest question now is how can he ensure that he can successfully find the shoebill stork and put a restraint device on it?

Meanwhile, what has become of Arkham now?

More chaotic or more serene?

Will he see a group of demented children watching the stars, or a group of crazier lunatics dancing hula around the campfire?

Batman, deeply worried.