[Batman] I, The Joker, how is that possible?

Chapter 36: Missing across the distance

"No, I believe you."

When Alfred came to the bedroom to make the bed for the young master who finally didn't have to watch the night, he happened to catch Bruce who was sitting by the window muttering in a very low voice.

"Sir?" Shaking off the bed sheet on his arm neatly, Alfred turned his head and let out a single sound in surprise when the light-colored bed sheet dangled and landed where it should be.

"What's the matter? Alfred?" Bruce responded by pressing the earphones as if awakened from sleep. In fact, he "really" fell into sleep, even though there were other people beside him.

"is everything okay?"

Facing Ah Fu's concerned gaze, Bruce clenched his right hand subconsciously and then slowly released it. He raised his head and showed a slightly pale smile at the old man who had taken care of him since he was a child: "As usual, all is well."

"If you answer like this—" the butler looked suspiciously, but in the end he let the former tolerantly as usual: "Since you are still here, then I assume you can have a good night's rest tonight. A night without night watch?"

"Yes, a night without night watch." Bruce nodded slightly in agreement, and he was even a little happy when he found that Ah Fu finally stopped entangled in what he had said earlier, "After all, the bat light is not in Lights up in the sky, and I can have my annual leave once in a while, can't I?"

"I'm glad you think so, Master Wayne," Alfred blinked.

Before Alfred left, Bruce stopped him: "One more thing, look up Roger." This was something he was a little concerned about.

"There are thousands of Rogers in Gotham."

"But there's only one chief counselor at Arkham Asylum named Roger."

"You suspect him?"

Bruce nodded solemnly, "He is an important part of it."

But Alfred has a different opinion, since the clown was just thrown into the Arkham Asylum by the young master a few hours ago, and a few hours later, the young master began to ask himself to investigate the psychological counselor of the Arkham Asylum...

Glancing at Bruce worriedly, some of the worries that Alfred had before became more and more intensified at this moment.

Young master, he seems to be obsessed with playing games with the clown.

And this obsession is growing day by day.

But—"Good night, Alfred." Before Alfred could ask, Bruce ended the conversation by lying straight on the bed.

"If this is what you wish," Ah Fu sighed, "Good night, master." He bowed and left the bedroom, and turned off the main light of the room.

The bright bedroom immediately went dark, leaving only a small night light by the bed still on in the dark night.The dim light illuminated the master bedroom owner's face and his restless eyes.

The twilight is just the right amount of ambiguity, and the temperature is cool enough for deep sleep, but Bruce finds it difficult to sleep soundly.The excitement of the day hadn't faded, and the scars on his body were still aching. He could clearly smell the alcohol in the air.

"You have a meeting tomorrow." Bruce said to himself in the soft down pillow, "Joker has been sent to Arkham, and Gordon is not calling you, rest well, you have been in a row I haven't slept more than three hours in a few days."

Blame it, blame the damn biological clock, Bruce always started his night watch as Batman at this time, and today he had a rare chance to take off the Batman armor and found himself a bit difficult to adapt.

After tossing and turning on the bed a few times, he let out a frustrated sigh and simply sat up.

The moonlight came in through the carved window lattice, and Bruce stretched out his hand to greet it naturally.When the cold moonlight was flowing on his hands, a sudden thought naturally broke into his heart: at this moment, is he/she also sharing the same piece of moonlight with him?

'I must have stayed up late and lost my mind. "Bruce shook his head, and lay down heavily on the bedding again, "Go to sleep quickly. ' he said to himself.

It was an unusually long night, and when Bruce finally fell asleep, he started dreaming about Joker.But it doesn't matter, because when morning comes, everything in the dream will slip away without leaving a trace.

On the other hand, on the second morning of his stay in Arkham Asylum, Yunhai received two pills and a "special" breakfast.

The guard in charge of delivering the food pushed the tray into the single room, and then yanked it back like an electric shock.

Watching all this, Yun Hai's eyebrows fluttered wildly.She stared at the back that seemed to be running away and quickly disappeared into the distance, and couldn't help but twitched the corners of her mouth.

"This is too exaggerated."

No, not exaggerating at all, okay? !The system screamed in its heart, if it could, it would also want to escape!The system cast envious eyes on the distant figure.

Turning around, its host was stretching out his index finger and thumb to pinch the two pills. He looked at them in his palm and sighed in a daily snake-spirited way: "We humans are really useless."

After staring at it for a while, Yunhai said with emotion: "Whether it's joy, sadness, pain, or joy, you think it comes from the heart, but in fact, everything is controlled by the chemical hormones in the body."

Randomly swiping and pulling the pills with her fingers, she walked around a few times and sat down beside the bed, continuing to say: "The happiness and anger for no reason you think are just following the emotional cycle under the combined action of hormones in the body. That's all."

"The ability to produce hormones is suppressed, and mental illness emerges, and after swallowing a few small pills." Saying this, Yunhai kept his palms open and raised his hands to the level of his eyes. place, and then sneered: "False hormones pour into the blood, and then we can return to normal, and joy and happiness return to our hearts. It's absurd to think about it, isn't it?"

"So what do you want to say, host?"

"I'm very annoyed right now, and I want to find someone to fight. The best candidate is Batman."

"A few dishes, so drunk."

Faced with the system's ruthless complaints, Yunhai rolled his eyes, looked up and drank the boiling water at hand, then crushed the medicine and threw it away.

So my dearest enemy, what are you doing now?

"So, Master Wayne, are you listening?" The shareholder meeting was about to start in 5 minutes, and Lucius was looking at Bruce worriedly on the left side of the empty conference room.I am especially worried about his slightly condensed expression, which looks like a knife-cut expression.

"Now you're sitting here, Bruce Wayne, with your body here, but your mind is still Batman, in the middle of the night, can you see what I mean? It's dangerous , which means out of control." Looking into Bruce's eyes, Lucius spoke slowly word by word, trying to let the other party understand how critical the situation is now.

The identity of Bruce Wayne.

After being stunned for a moment, the Gotham playboy carefully chewed these few words.

Very occasionally, Bruce wonders what he looks like to other people.Is Batman a disguise for Bruce Wayne to fear exposure?Or is Bruce just Batman in disguise?

If it's the Joker - no, I can't think of Joker anymore.

Eyelashes fluttered, and Bruce made his facial expression more gentle, and at the same time it was more in line with the positioning of "Bruce Wayne". He pursed his lips and said, "I will pay attention."

In fact, Lucius' worries are unnecessary at all. If there is really someone in this world who desires to be Batman from the bottom of his heart, Bruce Wayne is undoubtedly the last one on the long list.

Pressing the pulp of his index finger on the acquisition materials, Bruce subconsciously turned the pen and ticked a few strokes in the blank space. When he recognized what he had drawn, his expression became even worse than before.

When the palm is removed, a pattern made of a few simple lines is revealed.It was a recognizable silhouette of a bat with two pointed cat ears.

Agitated, Bruce crumpled up the paper and threw it into the wastebasket precisely.It was at this time that his keen five senses noticed that the ambient noise around him suddenly disappeared.

Looking up vigilantly, Bruce managed to get a bunch of terrified little eyes...

So he just, maybe, like, like, forgot he was in a meeting?

The author has something to say: there is a problem with the connection later, so I will put a chapter first today