[Comprehensive British and American] Hero part-time super villain

1:19 a.m.

In the Arkham Asylum, a gothic building that looks like a ghost castle under the moonlight.

The pale lights reflected the same pale corridor walls, and there were some red handprints and bloodstains on the walls that had not been cleaned up in time.

This is some of the deranged prisoners today... No, the blood left by the patients after they were suppressed by the nurses, or were injured by the patients with hidden knives or other injuries.

The white marble floor is printed with strip lights from the ceiling.

With the sound of "drops" brushing the door, Arkham's iron-walled protective door was opened.

The screeching sound of the cart rolling over the marble floor and the sharp sound echoed in the corridor, which was quite obvious in the quiet environment.

The security guard, who was leaning against the wall with his arms folded and head bit by bit, was awakened by the sound. He grabbed the electric baton in his hand and looked around to confirm the source of the sound.

At the end of the corridor, a medical staff in a white robe wearing a blue mask and a blue hood pushed the dining car slowly into it.

Security frowned, he realized that something was wrong.

So he yelled at the medical staff: "stop, and leave."

The area he is in charge of is the corridor connecting male patient area A with the public area. What is closed in area A?Those are some of Gotham's famous criminals.

Although the patients in Area A are not as lethal as those in the high-risk area, their strength and means should not be underestimated.

So guarding this area is very important for the security personnel. Fortunately, the Arkham Asylum is quiet and safe in most cases at night.

After all, The Joker, Gotham's boss, has escaped from prison for a long time, and he has never been caught by Batman again. The security guards have rarely enjoyed a few months without Joker's noisy nights. .

The medical staff paused, and he continued to push the dining car forward. The security guard keenly noticed that the shoulders of the medical staff were shaking uncontrollably, as if he was afraid.

His exposed skin was pale, and his eyes were trembling.

The security guard breathed a little. He approached the medical staff, but he still didn't relax his guard. He didn't know why the medical staff came here, and he didn't know why the medical staff were afraid.

"You shouldn't be here, push your car, get out of here." The security guard said again patiently.

The medical staff shuddered again, his eyes gleaming with water stayed on the security staff's face, and he trembled for a while.

The security staff watched the medical staff impatiently. He was holding an electric baton in one hand, and he tapped the other hand one after another.

His gaze changed from impatience to panic.

I saw a layer of blood red from light to dark on the blue masks of the medical staff.

Along with it came a strong smell of blood.

The security personnel were petrified by the scene.

Immediately afterwards, the medical staff stretched out their hands and fumbled to remove the mask, which covered the face covered with oil paint.

The corners of his mouth were outlined by red oil paint in an exaggerated upward direction. He had a long mouth, and his white teeth were stained red with blood. He held a bent finger in his mouth.

Blood was dripping from one end of the finger, and it was the blood that overflowed from this finger that stained the mask red.

Everything comes alive, a painted, iconic face.

The Joker.

The security guard couldn't even make a sound, and he knew he should yell at this moment, or press the siren.

Or maybe, as he imagined every night when he was bored, he defeated the Joker and dragged the scum to the deepest part of Arkham Asylum.

But in fact, his breath seemed to be robbed by the clown.

He couldn't do anything, he couldn't meet the clown's eyes, let alone knock down this evil lunatic.

The Joker spat out the finger in his mouth, he bit off the finger of one of the paramedics, and swiped open the door of the hallway in Arkham Asylum with his finger.

The clown took off the blue protective cap on his head, rubbed the top of his green hair, his eyes narrowed in a smile, and the tip of his tongue brushed the tips of his teeth.

He casually took off his gloves, and took off his white robe to reveal the delicate and neat purple tuxedo suit inside. He took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped the remaining blood on his mouth and jaw.

A humming greeting escaped easily from his throat.

"Good evening? Sir? I thought I would trouble you to open the door for me?"

The clown forced his pupils close to the pupil door lock against the security guard. Stimulated by the strong light, the security guard subconsciously avoided his sight and closed his eyes.

The clown whistled, and he said lightly: "Looks like I can only gouge out your eyes, don't worry, I won't kill you, after all, dead people's eyeballs will roll up, keep calm, um... you What do you like for dinner? I guess you must like natto very much!"

He seemed to be stating something very ordinary, like discussing the weather or discussing dinner, well, he seemed to actually mention dinner.

But that's just a thoughtful diversion of the subject, reducing the security's fears.

Then gouged out his eyeballs.

The security guard was irritated by the clown's words. He was afraid that if he didn't open the door again, the clown would goug out his eyeballs in the next second. He immediately tried to widen his eyes and opened the door.

"Thanks." After finishing speaking, Fast knocked out the security guard, and he kicked the security guard into the corner.

Fast was pushing the dining car, humming a little tune, and his leather shoes jingled on the floor, looking relaxed as if he was shopping.

Red warning lights and sirens resounded throughout Arkham Asylum.

Every time Fast passed a siren, he would press it without hesitation, and when he passed every camera, he would stop deliberately and grin at the camera.

Fast's move was to ensure that the people on the other side of the surveillance could see him, and then dispatched everyone to this side to suppress the intruding clown.

Fast's movement inspired the patients locked in the Arkham Asylum, but due to the identity of the clown, they did not dare to make too much noise, except for some really crazy people.

However, Fast did not forget these colleagues. Although he lost the fingers of the doctors and nurses, he recorded the fingerprints with the diaphragm. He put on the diaphragm gloves and opened the doors of the inmates one by one.

The patients who were still shy about the joker outside the door couldn't control it anymore. If they don't run now, when will they wait?

They swarmed out and fought with the security personnel who heard the news and came to suppress Joker. They stopped the security personnel so that they could not pursue Joker through the corridor.

If they want to pursue Joker, they must first capture these patients who escaped from prison. On weekdays, the security personnel often beat and insult these patients.

They can let these patients go, but these patients obviously won't let them go.

So both sides raised their fists and threw each other's body without any spare force, and there was a lot of movement in the male patients' department.

Even the women's patient department in the next building heard the news, and immediately took out their small possessions and started preparing to escape from the prison.

However, in this chaos, the clown was not affected in any way, he was still humming, pushing the cart past the patients who were swarming in one direction.

Even at the back, Fast felt that the speed was too slow, so he ran to push the dining car, and then stepped on the dining car to advance by inertia.

The dining car used its strength to rush forward a long way, and even ran past where Fast wanted to go, and Fast jumped off the dining car.

"Run away." The clown pulled the dining car back and stopped in front of the metal house door.

There was a small window in the metal door, and he knocked and choked. "Hi, your midnight snack delivery service—"

Fast waited for a while, but there was no movement inside the door.

"So indifferent~" The clown flattened his mouth bored, and he opened the metal door with gloves on.

Then he showed another sweet smile. "Honey, I'm here to pick you up, miss me?"

The light from the corridor spilled into the dark room.

I saw a man in a black and white hospital gown sitting on the edge of the bed, with his legs spread apart, his elbows resting on his thighs, and his hands folded to support his head, in a confident and loose movement.

The man raised his head, revealing a thin and handsome face, brown half-long hair hanging casually on his forehead, full of wild beauty, and the same brown eyes were silent.

The man carefully examined the green-haired lunatic against the light at the door, and took a while to speak.

"Nice to meet you, Joker."

Noticing the man's words, the clown chuckled, but he didn't ask any questions.

"We should go, Ed."

The clown opened the dining car, which contained various weapons, guns, grenades, rpgs, blades and other weapons, as well as a green suit.

The clown lifted up the suit, moved his legs in a shuttlecock kicking motion, and the leather shoes hit the ground with a thud. "Tap--"

"Your best friend, the sweet Prince Joker has prepared an outfit for you, and I think you'll love it."

Without hesitation, the man reached out to take the suit in Fast's hand, closed the door and changed his clothes.

When he came out after changing his costume, the clown was carrying an rpg on his back, holding a gun in his hand, and two hand mines on his waist. He was leaning against the wall and playing with his fingers.

Hearing the movement, Fast turned his head and looked at the man who changed his clothes inch by inch and looked completely different from the man in the hospital gown just now.

The man was wearing a well-fitting green suit and dark trousers, a pair of crocodile leather shoes on his feet, a pair of white gloves, and a '? 'like Logo.

The man's brown hair was wiped back, and his handsome face looked sharper than before.

He's Edward Nygma, or, as Gotham is better known, The Riddler.

Fast looked at the man and whistled.

"Ed, I gotta say, you look ugly in that green suit, like a salesman."

The Riddler didn't respond to the clown's words. He picked and picked from the dining car on his own, and didn't choose the weapon he had in hand.

Fast chuckled, as if he was doing magic, a cane appeared in his hand, and the Riddler consciously took the cane.

"How is it? Am I well prepared? My dear."

Edward lowered his eyebrows and walked in one direction without any mistakes. Fast followed him, talking non-stop.

"I was planning to go to your house to find you a few days ago? But there was an accident related to a big bat on the road, so it was delayed...Turn left." Fast grabbed the arm of the man who attacked him, and pulled him to the ground around.

Edward took advantage of the situation and put the cane on the back of the man's neck, and blood spattered immediately.

Edward wiped the blood spattered on his face, his gloomy gaze swept across the metal door in front. "Get it out of the way."

Fast held the security guard's palm and pressed it against the metal door's recognizer, while still not stopping talking.

"It's only been two or three days? You got yourself into Arkham? What's wrong? Miss the food here? Oh, watch out to the left."

Fast kicked the security guard out with a sideways kick, while lightly reminding Edward.

Edward dodged the attack, and the curved part of the cane cut the man's neck without hesitation. He didn't set his eyes on the green-haired lunatic.

"I thought you knew, I came in to hide from some bat maniac."

Yes, Edward sent himself in on purpose for the simple and pure purpose of avoiding the crazy Batman.

There are times when Arkham Asylum is far safer than the outside world, especially the last few days.

Faster paused and let out an exaggerated laugh. "God—Ed, you're so cute."

"Stop talking nonsense, Joker."

"ok, fine."

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