Batman looked at the man in front of him. Although he couldn't see his face, he could believe that under the ugly black hood was a face as disgusting as a rotten avocado wrapped in ketchup.
Batman was sure that his use of so many attributive words was not out of anger at all, but just pure prejudice.
"Tell me about this mysterious man." Batman said coldly: "I have never seen you."
"Do you know so many people in Gotham?" Karl looked shocked, "Then you know that Lars Al Ghul's daughter, Nyssa Al Ghul's sister, Maria Ghul Al Who is the father of the child?”
"Let me tell you in advance, I definitely mean the number of words for water!"
"Maria has no children." Batman said coldly: "Don't make such a joke with me."
"So, what do you want to know?" Carl said jokingly: "My tragic life that was shattered by the Wayne Group, or my tragic experience of growing up picking up trash in Gotham, or my tragic life after being drunk. A nasty story about being stripped naked, waking up to defend yourself, and then being caught by an idol and thrown into jail?"
"This is not a prison, this is a mental hospital." Batman looked at him and said, "And I guess you don't have those so-called miserable lives."
"Batman, do you know why you are so annoying?" Carl said unhappily: "What do you think? Is it a lie that Wayne Group is such a good person, or is it a lie that Gotham is a garbage dump? Or is it a lie that I was imprisoned in a mental hospital for no apparent reason?"
Batman didn't change at all. He just said: "You acted too deliberately, and you are indeed sick."
"You're not from Gotham, that's easy to tell."
"People who are sick see others as sick, huh?" Karl avoided his question and said instead: "I think you should be hospitalized for a while to see if you are sick. Am I right, Mr. Clown? "
"Of course!" The Joker's voice sounded, causing Batman's eyes to narrow instantly: "Joker?"
"To be honest, the doctor you chose is a bit too good." Carl said helplessly: "Mr. Clown's understanding of mental illness is indeed unparalleled, but isn't it a bit too luxurious to let him treat me? You are the only one in Gotham. You deserve to be treated by such a famous doctor."
"Oh! I didn't expect you to think so highly of me. Thank you for the compliment, but to be honest, Mr. Bat is indeed the most important patient in my hands."
Batman glanced over and spotted the communication device in the corner.
He walked over and crushed the device with his foot, then continued to stare at Karl.
"Introduce yourself." Batman became more and more certain that he could not let go of this psychopath. There were not many people who chatted so happily with the Joker, but each one of them was a well-known villain in Gotham.
"Hello, my name is Bruce Cole, you can also call me Jack Wayne."
Bruce squinted his eyes and stared at him: "It seems you don't want to talk properly?"
"You locked me here even when I wanted to talk properly. I don't even dare to think about what would happen if I really talked nicely."
Batman stared at him, and Carl smiled and said, "Listen, I have not committed any criminal behavior so far, and even the police can't convict me."
"I asked why Gotham is in such chaos. It turns out that you, an outlaw, took the lead in causing destruction!" Carl sneered and said, "I really miss the time when Mr. Falcone was here. Although Gotham at that time was still dark, it was still dark. At least it’s stable.”
"Batman, don't you think you are the source of chaos in Gotham?"
"I'm asking you now!" Batman said: "You have no fingerprints, no records, and no one even matches your DNA."
Batman stared at him: "It's like you suddenly appeared here, just like that inexplicable ball of light in the sky."
"Oh, you discovered it." Carl admitted: "I don't pretend anymore, I showed my cards. I was responsible for the big explosion in the sky! I survived the big explosion and fell into the alleys of Gotham. How can you explain this? satisfied?"
Batman wasn't very satisfied. This reason sounded to him less credible than the previous ones.
So he doesn't allow you to pursue it any further. Carl was examined by Arkham doctors when he was in a coma. He suffered from a strange disease, and his body cells were constantly being destroyed, just like terminal cancer.
Carl: I am gold, thank you!
In short, this man's body can no longer support him to do other things, but Batman's suspicious character still makes him full of doubts about this weirdo.
So it would be better for him to continue to stay here.
Carl watched Batman squint his eyes and think, and said, "When are you going to let me out, Batman?"
Batman glanced at him and said, "There's no rush."
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Carl wants to punch Batman in the face. Don't be impatient, I'm too impatient!
I am the King of Urgency!
"Stay well, I will arrange for a doctor." Batman said: "Do you need to give you some painkillers?"
Karl sneered and said, "Can you fight?"
"I don't believe in America's painkillers. Pain relief is real pain relief, but addiction is also real addiction." He looked disgusted: "I don't want that kind of pain relief."
Batman glanced at him slightly, and at the same time became more wary of him.
This man is determined and has great plans!
Carl watched Batman turn around and leave, sputtering curse words, but he could only watch him leave here.
In the distance of Arkham, a man wearing a mask held a telescope and watched the windy Batmobile drift away. A trace of hatred flashed in his eyes. Then he took out a walkie-talkie and said: "Okay, it's time. let's go."
"Wait ten more minutes." A female voice came from the other end of the intercom, "He is not that easy to deal with."
"no problem."
Bain put down the walkie-talkie, a trace of bloodlust appeared on his rough face.
Carl is studying hard. There is something very interesting about the technological level of the observer. This observer has wandered many universes and even preserved the technology of the most famous Iron Emperor.
Karl wanted to see the knowledge on the magic side, but unfortunately, there was only a basic introduction to the magic side.
Suddenly, the alarm sounded.
Karl raised his head and looked at the crack in the iron door flashing red light, and then there was a loud noise, and a strong man pushed the door open.
Karl looked at him with a confused expression, and he also looked at Karl with a confused expression.
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"Where's the clown?" Bain looked at the stranger and asked, "Isn't this the clown's ward?"
"I don't know, sir, but I'm sure you'll gain Mysterio's friendship by freeing me."
Bain glanced at this guy, thinking it was just a casual thing, and took off his straitjacket.
Karl moved his body, revealing the shocking skin of his upper body.
Bain frowned subconsciously, but saw the young man saying nonchalantly: "Don't worry, sir, I'm fine. Let's go find my good friend together now."
"Who is your best friend?"
"Oh, didn't you just say you were looking for him?" The weirdo's matter-of-fact tone made Bain couldn't help but take two steps away: "Mr. Clown is the person closest to me in this world."
