[Comprehensive] She has an affair with the villain

The only sensible way to live in the world without rules. tonight, you' ganna break youronerule The only sane way to live in the world is to have no rules, tonight you're going to break your rules.

The group of idiots called psychiatrists headed by Joan Rand finally stopped harassing me temporarily. I was obviously just a criminal with better taste who didn't care about money, but was treated as a mentally ill patient by these stupid gray rats.

It's really boring, let me think about what tragic childhood stories should I make up to play with them in the future?

I really like the way they hold a bunch of fake data and think they have come to rigorous scientific conclusions, which makes me laugh a lot in this madhouse.

This group of gray rats in white coats seems to think that I am an exaggerated and twisted evil villain, like a must-have in every hero story, but in fact, I am simply good at manipulating fear, and this Compared to most of the patients in the madhouse, I don't even have superpowers.

Oh, by the way, my nemesis Batman doesn't seem to have any superpowers other than being rich.

In this sinful city full of street assassinations, power and money transactions, and nourished by blood, that black bat always wants to save Gotham by himself. He is really boring, isn't he?

Every time I see his cowardly and stupid look when he meets his lover or friend after being held hostage, I am very glad that I have no friends in this world, or even someone who knows me well, which couldn't be better.

spouse?friend?Don't be kidding, these are not as interesting as the fear in the depths of everyone's pupils.

What does it have to do with me if everyone else is dead?They should have been prowling the dirty streets of Gotham and licking my shoes anyway.

All the "patients" in this asylum have a grudge against that hypocritical dark knight, after all, he was the one who caught us and locked us up here. Seriously, wouldn't it be safer to just kill us?Who can be locked up in this crappy hospital? Didn't the green idiot of Poison Ivy just cause a little confusion recently.

Thankfully, this little annoyance has kept the gray rats from harassing me for a while.

There's one thing decent heroes never learn - what doesn't kill you just makes you weirder.

Look at these famous criminals in Arkham Asylum. The crocodile seems to have bit off an arm of Aaron's guard a few days ago. Mr. Question Mark and the Scarecrow have also caused trouble, but the most successful recently is the one that needs photosynthesis The green guy produced by the role - Poison Ivy.

She used to be a female college student who loved plants. She was deceived by botanist Jason Wood and injected with plant toxins. Although she survived the catastrophe, her blood became chlorophyll and she lost her fertility.

Poison Ivy can secrete deadly venom from her lips and kill her target. Her psychotoxin even controlled Superman and caused a battle between Superman and Batman. locked up in this madhouse.

Oh, by the way, he was imprisoned again after he escaped from prison.

She kissed the guards and some prisoners with her venomous lips during her last escape, charming them to help her escape from Arkham.

But this time her way of creating chaos is more interesting. She diffuses the psychotoxin in the water source of Arkham, and almost everyone in this lunatic asylum has more or less started to have some illnesses similar to infectious diseases.

The warden, Quincy Sharp, even mobilized a large number of police forces, preparing to take criminals including me to the hospital for treatment. After all, Arkham does not have advanced medical equipment, and Quincy Sharp, who is preparing to run for mayor Of course Sharp doesn't want us dangerous guys to die in Arkham, that would disrupt the gray mouse's career in politics, wouldn't it?

There is a faint smell of formalin in the air, and everyone's expressions are solemn and boring. I really don't like hospitals, why are they so serious?

Those police officers with live ammunition took me to a ward, which was almost a closed space. Two female medical staff wore tight protective masks. There was no way, this was an infectious disease room.

I was satisfied to see the obvious fear in the eyes of the two female nurses. If it weren’t for the police officers standing behind them with guns in their hands, they might have screamed and fled away instead of taking a small tube of blood samples from me in fear. .

On the left side of the ward is a transparent glass that blocks the doctor's office. Those epidemiologists will sit on the other side of the glass and ask about the patient's condition through a loudspeaker device. Since today's patient is me, they may very much hope this It's bulletproof glass.

Twenty or ten minutes later, the damn epidemiologist still did not appear behind the opposite glass wall. The long wait made me bored and irritable, and I wished I could shoot in this ward.

When I was about to do some interesting magic tricks, a man and a woman finally appeared behind the glass, which was so disgusting that I interrupted my prank.

The male doctor was looking attentively at the dark-haired woman next to him. When he saw the girl's face clearly, the eyes of the police officers in the isolation ward seemed to sparkle.

For a doctor, she was unreasonably beautiful.

With pale complexion, black hair and red lips, she is much more pleasing to the eye than Bruce Wayne's cover girl.

A young police officer behind me whispered to the nurse, "Who is this young female doctor?"

The two nurses seemed a little surprised that she appeared here, "Dr. Vespa Linde is an epidemiologist at the University of Oxford, UK, who is specially hired by the hospital. It stands to reason that she should be doing experiments in the office instead of appearing in the clinic. In the ward."

The nature of gossip overcame the fear of me as a criminal. The two female nurses looked at the black-haired girl behind the glass and said with full curiosity, "Everyone in the hospital can see that Dr. Black has a crush on her, but it's a pity he I'm afraid it's destined to end in heartbreak, after all, Dr. Linde can't stay in Gotham for a long time, and accepting the special appointment of the hospital is just to leave the sad place in London."

"Sadly?" The young police officer seemed to be infatuated with the female doctor whom he had only met once, and was very eager to know her information.

The female nurse completely forgot the fear that she wanted to scream 10 minutes ago, and she was talking about the brunette girl behind the glass with great interest, "Dr. Linde's parents died in a terrible incident in London not long ago, which made her sad." Desperate, that's why I accepted the special job at Gotham Hospital, otherwise, a young genius who has attracted much attention in the academic world would come to this city of sin because of his brain, and the US government would like to abandon us, wouldn't it?"

Wow, she doesn't look like a heartbroken soul who lost her parents.

The gray mouse named Black talked to her attentively, as if he thought that the person behind the glass would not be able to know what he was saying without turning on the loudspeaker device, but unfortunately, I have always been proficient in lip language.

The brunette girl straightened her white medical overalls, "Doctor Black, did you ask me to come to this ward because of the discovery of a new type of epidemic?"

She looked at each other intently, and I saw that idiot named Blake answer with red ears, "Arkham Asylum has recently experienced a situation similar to an infectious disease, but their identities are special, and the Gotham City Government has hesitated. These criminals were sent to the hospital for isolation."

Vespa Linde looked up at the glass window, "But will police officers with live ammunition be sent to guard?"

I could see her eyes clearly, they were extremely deep green, as if they contained the painful shadow of death and parting, but the paradox was that they were full of extremely gorgeous love at the same time, the kind of pride and frivolity that was bound to be obtained, which made her feel sad. She is radiant.

She really looks like a spoiled Persian cat, arrogant and confident.

She turned on the PA and looked at me with green eyes so beautiful I wanted to gouge them out and keep them forever.

But the look in her eyes made me quickly dismiss this idea.

Is she crazy?There was no fear, hatred, or even admiration in her eyes, as plain as if I were a gray mouse that could be seen everywhere on the streets of Gotham, not worthy of her interest.

Does she think I'm a mediocre person?Oh, she has to pay for her misperception.

Let me do a magic trick and hope the stupid girl doesn't panic.

See, the terrified look is the most interesting. When I easily snatched the gun from the young police officer and pointed the barrel at him, the people in the ward finally remembered who is the one who decides the progress of the game .

These gray rats never understand that the best way to overcome fear is to become the fear itself.

"Joker, put down the gun, this hospital is heavily guarded, you can't escape." The leading policeman pretended to be majestic and said, but unfortunately the panic in his eyes betrayed him.

I grabbed the young police officer by the hair and hit his head against the glass wall with a muffled sound, the brow bone of this gray mouse may be broken, the blood almost stained my fingers, it's terrible .

I stood in front of the glass wall and stared at her, "My eyes are much better now."

"Looks?" She seemed taken aback by my sudden behavior.

I shrugged, looking at her surprised eyes, I actually felt a particularly obvious guilty pleasure, "Your eyes angered me, someone has to pay the price to calm my anger, right?"

She pursed her lips tightly, "I am the one who made you angry, and this police officer is innocent."

"This world never lacks innocent people who lost their lives," I smiled at her, "like your parents, isn't it one of them?"

I saw her face turn paler, so I raised my eyebrows and pointed to the nurse behind me, "Americans never know what privacy is, my dear, if I were you, I should chop them up and soak them in the form Woods."

She doesn't seem to agree with me, which is really sad.

"I can let this police officer go. Actually, I didn't intend to do anything bad. I'm a patient waiting for treatment, right? But the exchange is—" I saw my weird and pleasant smile through the glass , "You come to this ward immediately, and you need to be my attending doctor in the future."

I raised my eyebrows and smiled at the policemen who were pointing their guns at me, "Don't worry, I'm not planning to escape from prison, I just want to appoint a doctor in charge, isn't this a reasonable little request?"

"By the way, little girl, these infectious disease protective masks are too ugly, don't let them block your pretty face." After all, her pretty face is rarely pleasing to my eyes.

But the gray mouse named Blake stopped her, "Vespa, he may have been infected with unknown germs, it's too risky to enter rashly."

See, there are always fools who don't know that I'm a man of my word.

I pulled the safety catch, and put the black gun on the head of the policeman who fell in love with her a few minutes ago, staring into her eyes and saying, "Isaidehere, rightnow."

I thought she would be frightened, but this girl was always beyond my expectations. She calmly pushed away the gray mouse that was blocking her, and smiled at me, "Of course, if that's what you want."

Less than a minute later, she pushed open the door of this ward. To my great satisfaction, she didn't wear that stupid protective mask that obstructed my eyes, and it turned out that this pretty face was more pleasing to the eye.

I am a villain who does what I say, so the big stupid policeman has regained his freedom at this second, two nurses ran out screaming, and several policemen still looked at me vigilantly.

I sat on a chair and watched the pathologist who came in, only to realize that this silly girl even thoughtfully took two boxes of hemostatic gauze and anti-inflammatory medicine for the injured policeman. I curled my lips, she was really meaningless. Stupid goodness.

She put the gauze and potion on the table, looked at me with deep green eyes, and smiled beautifully, "Would you like me to bandage the wound on your hand first, Mr. Joker."

I frowned, wound?

The blood on my hands doesn't seem to be all from that stupid big guy. I probably caused a small wound with a few fingers when I hit his hair against the glass, but it's worth her dressing up for such a small thing?

After I was shot a few years ago, I was thrown on the street covered in blood. Didn’t I also survive?This girl really likes to make a fuss.

"MayI?" She knelt down in front of me, lowered her head and concentrated on cleaning the wound on my hand.

I lowered my head and could almost see her overly beautiful curves.

Does the law say a doctor can undo two buttons of a shirt?Is she here for academic research or to seduce me?

She carefully smeared the bleeding wound with antiseptic and anti-inflammatory agents, and wrapped the gauze between my fingers gently with warmth.

I looked at her drooping eyelashes and suddenly thought I might get a "Persian cat" to pass the time.

I have to get her into Arkham.