[Zhongyingmei] This villain has nothing to say

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Amis quietly stared at the pool of green chemical pool water. When the clown just fell, there was a bubble, but soon, even the ripples on the water surface were reduced.

Is this pool poisonous?

After looking at the water surface for a while, she raised her head and asked the employees of the chemical factory who were tied up, "Did you notice how he fell down just now?"

The workers, who were so terrified that they almost thought they were dead, froze for a moment, then nodded slowly.In fact, they couldn't tell what they saw, everything happened very quickly, and the green hair disappeared all of a sudden, and it was certain that the girl saved them.

Amis pushed down her black-rimmed glasses, and said in a low tone, "Oh, what did you all see?"

The workers who instantly understood the meaning of the repeated gentle tone shook their heads frantically in unison.

——No no no no! ! !They didn't notice anything!Who is the clown!Has this person ever been here!If necessary we can even meet you! ! !

Amis was satisfied, and was about to let them down first, when the white light outside the factory was lit up, as if the police support had rushed over.

Someone is approaching.

Almost at the same time she was hiding in the shadows, Gotham's dark night knight appeared in the chemical plant.

The thermal imaging camera quickly scanned the people in the chemical plant. Except for those who were hoisted, there was no other response from the whole plant.

trap?

That's not normal, what about the clown?He carefully prepared all of this, where did the others go.

The reactions of the bound hostages were also very strange. They stared at him blankly, and didn't even ask him for help the first time they saw him.

After observing for a long time, Batman chose to rescue the hostages first, and nothing happened until he put them down one by one.

A hoarse voice asked the hostage he put down: "Where is the clown now?"

Everyone looked at each other with complicated expressions for a while, but no one answered his question.

The team leader glanced at the chemical pool downstairs, paused for about a minute, and then looked at him with regret, "The clown... unfortunately fell into the water..."

Batman: "...?"

……

Before Amis went out, she set up many defensive devices in the rental house.Fortunately, these things have never been activated, and no pursuers seem to come around here, and the sleeping boy does not seem to have woken up.

Touching Jason's forehead, his temperature was still hot and hadn't dropped. She put down the things in her hands and hung up the anti-inflammatory liquid and nutritional supplements for him.

Although he bought porridge, he probably won't wake up for a while. Judging from his long-term lack of nutrition, his stomach will definitely not be very healthy. If he wants to resume normal eating, he will have to take his time.Since he couldn't return to the spaceship for the time being, it would probably take a long time for the child to recover from his injuries.

After doing all this, she began to clean up the mud and blood on his face and body.

At the chemical plant just now, Amis hid in the corner and watched for a while after the night knight arrived. She saw Batman fish out the faded clown from the chemical pool.

The Joker sank in that pool of chemical water for over 10 minutes before Batman fished him out.

She hadn't observed the condition of the clown who was thrown on the ground, but she heard the police officers running around shouting 'the clown is gone'.

Their voices seemed to be laughing and crying.In addition, even the reporters from the newspaper who were stopped outside the chemical plant waiting for interviews screamed in disbelief, as if the dark cloud that had been hovering over their heads had finally dissipated.

Compared with the emotions of those people who seem to be relieved, I have to ask Amis how she feels...

To be honest, Amis didn't feel anything.

...Why did he disappear like that, she thought she would have a chance to beat him up again.

No, no, she meant to say—she was reflecting.

Right, how could she take the initiative to attack a human being?

She should wait for him to attack her before kicking him down, so that if she is investigated, she can still say that she is defending herself.

But the situation at that time was also special. If the clown could not be subdued, the hostages would be in danger. She was also trying to save people, so we can't blame her for being too impulsive... right?

After observing for a while, there was no sign of fraud on the wet corpse thrown on the ground, and Amis left there.

The workers in the chemical plant would not know how to describe the accident to the police, but considering that she had been close to Batman's activity area twice, she felt that she might need to pay more attention to hiding her identity in Gotham next.

After changing the medicine for the bite wound on the back of Jason's hand, Amis patiently cleaned some synthetic toxin-like stains between his imperfect nails to prevent infection.

Those were supposed to be a pair of slender and powerful hands. She vaguely felt that he might be very good at using various weapons, and he might also be good at writing... But now the joints of some fingers are severely twisted, and the growth of bones is difficult. It can be called normal, but there are countless scars on the back of the thin hand.

The thought that the clown would have been the kid's nightmare if he was still alive took the last bit of guilt away.

She will help him heal those injuries, and he is willing to trust her a little more in the future...

After finishing the work in hand, Amis got up and wanted to tidy up the messy room.

But I don't know when the boy opened his eyes and was staring at her quietly.

The shadow of black hair hanging down made the pair of blue pupils seem to be still asleep, but the light in his eyes slightly refracted under the indoor lamp made him look like he was awake and thinking about something.

"You're awake, how do you feel now?" Amis asked tentatively, "Is there something wrong?" She wanted to ask whether the anti-inflammatory drugs caused any rejection on him, but after asking, she I noticed that my way of asking this question is a bit stupid... There is no good place on his body, any injury is enough for an ordinary person to cultivate for a period of time, why is it uncomfortable?I'm afraid it's easier for him to tell where he's comfortable.

She heard a muffled moan in his throat and thought the question would make him want to laugh.

But after a while, she heard Jason say, "I'm fine."

"You can call me Amis." Seeing that he looked calm, now that he is free, Amis remembered to introduce her identity to him, "Amis Soos. I used to be a helper in Arkham The work of the psychiatrist on the contract side..."

But she doesn't seem to have anything else to tell him except her job and name, and if he asks how she got him out, should she use her gizmos to explain it?

"Amis." He said her name again.

He just repeated her name, as if he was remembering it carefully, but what Amis didn't expect was that he didn't ask anything further.

Like not fully awake yet?She watched him for a while.

No one spoke between the two for a while.

Just when Amis thought he would fall asleep after a while, she heard Jason whisper again, "Why did you save me?"

Amis froze for a moment, she hadn't thought about this question.

"Because..." she said, "you were asking me for help?"

No, this is really not a good answer - because people will do what they should do within their ability, because I think I can help you, because you need help... These answers are better than the answers just now much better.

But the black-haired boy twitched the corner of his mouth slightly after listening, with a faint smile.

"Thank you," he said.

A call came in at this moment, and Amis glanced at Jason, who was slowly closing his eyes.

Sure enough, I haven't woken up yet.

She helped him cover the quilt.

He got up and walked gently to the balcony before answering the phone.

"Miss Soos, are you doing well today?"

It was the counselor who had worked for her before.

Amis wanted to say that there was no big problem, but what happened in this short period of time almost surpassed her understanding of the laws of the planet Earth, no wonder no one wanted to go, the person on the opposite side wanted to find someone to do it for a high price, Aka Tom probably belongs to high-risk occupations from prison guards to doctors.

"That place was a little more complicated than I thought it would be," she said.

"Well, that's it, it's good that you're safe and well."

"I have a question I want to ask you."

Hearing that at the other end, I got nervous, thinking it was because she didn't want to go, "You don't plan to continue this job, do you?"

"No," Amis wanted to ask, "As a mental hospital, Arkham doesn't have their own psychiatrist?"

"Of course there are," the other person replied quickly, "I don't know if you have heard of it, but the Arkham Asylum is funded by the Wayne Group, and the Wayne Group invests a lot of money in Arkham every year, the security force and The materials are all perfect, and the doctors who assist in psychotherapy are recruited according to the specifications every year, but due to the special situation of the Arkham Asylum, there will always be some unstable situations, so..."

His last words were not very easy to say, because the chance of accidents in this position is higher than that of doctors, and there are often vacancies in this position, which is why they are sent there by the hospital to provide support.

"I'll call you today's reward." The psychiatrist said somewhat apologetically after the opposite party didn't speak for a while, "It doesn't matter if you don't want to go."

There is a green plant in the corner of the balcony, but this rental house has not been lived in for an unknown period of time before Amis, and it has not been taken care of, and the yellowing leaves are close to withering.

Amis suddenly remembered a planet she had been to, a barren planet.It was a planet that she didn't intend to stop at all, but she saw a small green plant by accident. Its existence on the barren and dead planet was a bit unbelievable.

At that time, she thought it would die soon, but three months later, when she passed by that planet again, she saw that it survived like a miracle.

Amis looked sideways at the potted plants on the balcony, and she noticed that although the dead leaves seemed to die at any moment, new buds could be vaguely seen sprouting from under the dead leaves.

Why save you.

...Because I want to help you, I think you will be that miracle too, I hope you can grow up well.

Withdrawing those thoughts, Amis spoke slowly.

"Sorry, I just got distracted, what I want to ask is..." she said, "Are the psychiatrists in Arkham paid well?"