The clown raised his head and looked at the room in front of him, but no matter how he looked at it, from a modern point of view or a classical point of view, this place should not be called a ward. It would be more appropriate to call it a presidential suite.
It turns out that Bruce Wayne spent so long converting this place into a hotel, the Joker thought, and he also said so, "How much does Wayne need to eliminate his uneasy conscience in this way?"
"I'm sorry, sir, but I think I reminded you that this hospital has very complete surveillance and security facilities. If you say something extreme, the surveillance footage may be used as evidence to accuse you of violating your reputation."
The clown threw himself into the sofa, stared at the nurse's face for a long time, and then said: "Is this the only expression you have?"
"Sorry, but this is a professional requirement. Do you have any other needs?"
"Will I have roommates?"
"Considering the evaluation of your condition by the last hospital that admitted you, no, sir, you will stay in a separate room."
“Where should I eat?”
“There is a cafeteria downstairs, but if you wish to dine in your room, you can ring the bell.”
"Okay, I'm tired, I want to sleep for a while." The clown waved his hand and wanted to send the nurse away, but he knew that the nurses in the mental hospital would not let him go so easily. They usually made sure that he took the medicine.
You won't leave until you really fall asleep.
As a result, the nurse turned around and left.
The Joker stared at her back with a gloomy expression. Although he didn't know what Batman was selling, he knew that if his plan was shaken because of this, he would be fooled.
The Joker went to jail to find the gang boss Feconi.
The Joker is not an unknown person, after all, he just planned a huge bank robbery, but when it comes to the threat to the city or to Wayne Group, he is not even ranked in the top ten on the list.
Now Batman doesn't know who he is at all, so the performances and games he carefully prepared will not be noticed. If he wants Batman to play games with him, he must eliminate those who are ahead of him.
people.
Gangster boss Feconi is now a thorn in the side of Gotham White Road. He is no longer satisfied with drug trafficking, but plans to team up with Scarecrow to sell some kind of nerve agent. It is conceivable that this will cause trouble for many people, especially Batman.
.
But Batman shouldn't be attracted by this kind of person, he should come to see his performance, so now the only way to attract Batman's attention is to kill Feconi.
But this guy is not stupid either. He knows that his new business has offended many people, but he is unwilling to give up the huge benefits. So he comes up with a smart way, which is to hide in a mental hospital, but he hides in a mental hospital.
It won't be long.
The clown opened the door and looked around. He saw the surveillance camera, but he didn't care. Because he was a nobody now, no one would treat him as an important person. Naturally, no one would watch through the surveillance camera 24 hours a day.
Hold him.
He went out, closed the door quietly, and walked down the stairs. When he met the nurse, he said that he was going downstairs to eat and no one stopped him.
This place is starting to look more and more like a hotel, the clown thought. No psychiatric hospital in the world would let patients roam the corridors.
The clown went downstairs and started looking for the front desk, but the first problem he faced was that the hospital was too big, with layers of corridors like a maze, and there were no instructions or maps.
The clown wandered around here for a long time, but couldn't find the place he was looking for. Seeing that it was getting darker and darker, the clown had to walk all the way and ask questions. After walking for a long time, he found the front desk.
There was no one at the front desk at this time, so the clown turned in as a matter of course and started looking for the patient list. After flipping through a few pages, he found Feconi's name, which showed that he lived in room 2061 on the second floor.
It was lunch time and the patients were all going downstairs. When the crowd left, the clown wandered towards the second floor.
It took some time to find room 2061, stretched out his hand to pull the door, and found that the door was locked. This was not surprising. It was impossible for Feconi to be alive to this day without being vigilant at all.
The clown wanted to pick the lock, and then he encountered his second difficulty. All the locks here were electronic locks and there were no chain holes.
But if he wanted to find the main control room, he would probably have to walk for another hour. He suspected that Bruce Wayne had transformed the entire island into a huge mental hospital. Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain why there were hundreds of people on one floor.
Room.
Unable to walk through the door, he had to climb through the window. The clown came to the bathroom on this floor, climbed out of the window, and moved along the outer wall toward room 2061.
After crawling for a long time, he found that not only was there no one in the room, but there were no traces of human activity. No one had lived in the room at all.
The clown had no choice but to crawl back. When he walked back to the front desk, it was almost midnight. The nurse on night shift was lying there sleeping. The clown didn't want to set off an alarm, so he had to step forward and knock on the table.
"Hello, I'm a patient on the fourth floor. I'm lost. Why is this damn hospital so big? Can you take me back?"
The nurse looked up dimly and was not surprised when she saw the clown's face. She stood up and said, "Okay, it's really hard to get around here. Come with me. Why do you stay here?"
"After dinner, I wanted to walk around here, but I ended up getting lost. I've never been in a hospital like this before. It's really big."
The nurse showed a professional smile and led him upstairs. The clown chatted with her all the way, and then brought the topic to Feconi.
"He is so famous. I heard he was sent here because he deliberately insulted the judge in court. He is so bold."
"Bold?" The nurse shook her head and said with a smile: "In fact, he is not here at all."
"Why? The news verdict says he should come..."
"Yes, he came, but after seeing the label on the changing room, he screamed and demanded to go to prison, otherwise he would sue us for illegal abuse. The manager had no choice but to let him go to Black Gate Prison."
The clown was stunned.
After a pause, he grasped the armrest tightly with his hands and showed a ferocious expression. He should have thought that he was a poor man with nothing. Even if his white card was filled with hundreds of thousands of dollars, he would not be able to pay it back until he died.
Since then, there is no legacy that can be liquidated.
But Feconi has a family and a business. He is a glutton who can take on the entire Gotham gang for the benefit of new drugs. How could he accept a blatant rip-off scam of a $50,000 shirt?
"May I ask, how much does the presidential suite here cost per night?"
"The Presidential Suite is not an ordinary ward, but an exclusive ward that provides special care for critically ill patients. It is charged according to the number of people staying, with an average of US$300,000 per person."
"one night??"
"Yes, sir, it includes all service fees, cleaning fees, taxes, exclusive access thresholds, special ambulance services, but medical expenses are not included, but we provide special medical packages for patients in exclusive wards...
…”
The clown couldn't listen at all. He grabbed the nurse, strangled her neck and took her down. Regardless of the nurse's struggle, he led the nurse directly to the hall and shouted: "I want to be discharged from the hospital!! Send me there
Go to jail or I will kill her!!!"
Immediately, a security guard rushed in, and a man in a suit who looked like a manager stretched out his hands to comfort him: "No, no, no, sir, you can tell us if you are dissatisfied with our service. Please don't hurt anyone."
"I want to be discharged from the hospital, I want to go to prison."
"But your verdict..."
"I do not have a mental illness, I repeat, I ask for reexamination, I want to go to jail!!!"
"Okay, okay, we will contact the police immediately. Please wait a moment. The police will be here soon."
Two hours later, the clown got his wish and got into a police car, then changed into a prison car, and the prison car drove all the way into Black Gate Prison.
Then the clown saw two smiling prison guards.
The clown especially wants to ask, what the hell are you laughing at?
"Sir, go this way to the changing room." The prison guard opened the door to the clown and said: "Welcome to the Black Gate Special Custody Prison. Since this prison was completely renovated and renovated, it has been implementing service with a smile, and it will definitely satisfy all the people who come here.
Guests feel the most comfortable and satisfying prison experience.”
The clown stretched out a hand to stop him from continuing, and said: "Blackgate Prison should be a federal prison, right?"
"It used to be." The prison guard replied: "But due to years of poor management and continuous losses, the government could not afford it, so it sold it to Wayne Group. Wayne Group is determined to build a more humane and more humane prison. We absolutely
You will be provided with…”
"Where is Feconi?!" the clown asked.
"Sorry, sir, but if you want to communicate with your fellow inmates, you must first purchase a communication data package."
"I just want to know if he's in jail!"
"Sorry, to check his name, you also need to register as a member of the Black Gate Special Guardianship Service System. The membership fee is 2,999 US dollars a month. In addition to the query service, we also provide you with..."
The clown punched the prison guard in the face.
The next second he was pushed to the ground. This was not a mental hospital. The two prison guards who rushed up punched him twice in the face and chest. The clown let out a scream. It looked like his cheekbones and ribs were broken.
.
With blood streaming from his forehead, he saw one of the prison guards stand up straight, pick up the intercom and say: "A guest here has a mental illness. Call an ambulance."
After the ambulance arrived, a nurse with a smile on her face picked up the $30,000 bill and asked the clown to sign it. The clown didn't move, so she directly picked up the clown's hand and signed it.
The ambulance took the clown back to Arkham Psychiatric Hospital. Two smiling nurses and doctors got into the car and conducted an inspection. After giving them a bill of 5,670 dollars, they said that the organic disease must be resolved first.
That means treating the cheekbones and ribs first.
They called another ambulance, which sent another bill, and the ambulance took the clown to Wayne Hospital.
Doctors from Wayne Hospital got into the car, conducted an inspection, and issued a bill, stating that they could not provide medical care to prisoners who were serving their sentences without approval from the police department.
So Wayne Group called another ambulance, took the clown to Blackgate Prison, and issued a bill.
After a few doctors came to the medical station of Black Gate Prison for an examination, they said that there was no way to treat such a serious injury here and that we had to go to a professional hospital for examination, and then left a bill.
By the time another ambulance arrived, the clown was completely lying down.
For no other reason than Feconi was lying next to him, and judging from the degree of blood loss, he had been lying here for at least 60 rounds.
In the episode between Batman and Superman, in the original comic book, Batman's first sentence was actually "I loved you...Clark."
Each of these two comics can be used to make pure love regardless of the occasion or location.