All Worlds Madhouse

Quinn opened her eyes

"Okay, that's it again." Quinn thought, and then chuckled. She didn't expect that Batman would actually kill her. He never killed anyone.

But it's because what I did seemed to be a bit too much, but it doesn't matter, as long as I do it again, as long as I'm still in this city, as long as I can still see Little Pudding, then it doesn't matter if I come a few more times.

So Quinn turned her head and prepared to say hello to the salesperson.

But

"Why?"

Only then did she realize that something was wrong. Her thoughts did not stimulate her head, but caused a sharp pain in her neck.

The pain woke Quinn up.

She was surprised to find that she was not standing in the familiar convenience store at the moment, and there was no salesperson beside her.

Now, before her eyes was a somewhat crude ceiling, with some signs of mold in the corners.

"Where am I?" This was the first question that came to Quinn's mind. Then, she sat up with difficulty. The pain in her neck made her subconsciously touch it.

Then, she felt a tightly wrapped bandage.

"It turns out, I'm not dead." Quinn said quietly.

She began to look around. It looked like an old house with little furniture around, only a table and a bed. On the wall next to the bed, there was a nail driven into the wall. Now, there was an infusion bottle hanging on it. The medicine inside was slowly dripping down, and the other end was connected to the back of his hand.

Just then the door to the room was pushed open and a man walked in.

Quinn was stunned for a moment because she knew this man.

He is that mercenary who is quite skilled. What is his name?

"Hey, you're awake." When the man saw Quinn sitting up, he said, "Oh, by the way, my name is Floyd. You never asked me my name. So..."

Quinn ignored his self-introduction, but looked at the infusion bottle above her head and cast a questioning look.

"Ah, you are talking about this, the antibiotics I dug out of your body, why do you have these things on your body?"

Quinn didn't answer, still looking at the other party calmly.

"Okay, okay, I just want to say that on the battlefield, this simple potion use is a necessary skill, so you don't have to worry. I also wrapped the bandage around your neck for you." Floy De said with a shrug.

"How did I get here?" Quinn asked.

"Ah, it's like this. I had already left the rooftop at the beginning, but when I saw that you hadn't come down, I felt a little worried, so I turned back again. When I got to the rooftop, I saw a madman pinching me. If I hold your neck, I will kill that madman and save you by the way."

Floyd said, finally showing a faint smile, waiting for the other party's thank you.

However, to his complete surprise, Quinn seemed to have a confused, horrified look on his face after hearing these words, with an expression of obvious disbelief.

"You said you killed that madman?" she asked a little confused.

"Uh, yes, he wanted to kill you. You should be able to remember it. Fortunately, I arrived in time."

"asshole!"

Quinn stood up suddenly and yelled angrily. At the same time, she also removed the needle from her hand: ".Do you have a newspaper?"

"What?" Freud was also confused. He was wondering why he felt like she was so angry even though he had saved this woman's life.

Of course Quinn was angry: "Newspapers! Newspapers these days, damn, how long have I been unconscious!" she shouted.

"Newspapers. Oh, here are a few." Freud quickly responded inexplicably: "Also... you have been in a coma for more than a week."

Quinn grabbed the newspaper handed to her and flipped through it.

As she expected, newspapers these days were almost entirely occupied by the same reports.

The police station was attacked, the bank was robbed, riots, a big explosion on the top floor of Wayne Tower, and there was a wanted warrant for the super criminal "Harley Quinn".

In addition to these, there are finally some new titles in the past two days.

For example: the riot was finally suppressed; the police station began to be rebuilt; the residents' emotions were appeased, etc.

Well, it seems that everything did not develop as they thought. After a brief period of madness, people slowly returned to normal. The most important thing is that if Batman dies, then many weirdos should not die either. will appear, and the 'clown' is naturally included among them.

Quinn lowered her head helplessly: "Kill me." She said weakly.

"ah?"

"Kill me, stop talking nonsense, forget it, give me a gun, I will do it myself." Quinn said, and then reached for the gun from the other person's waist.

"What are you talking about? Are you crazy?" Freud was completely stunned. He wondered whether this woman's brain was damaged due to lack of oxygen in the brain.

Quinn shouted angrily: "You are really a waste who only causes trouble. When I come back next time, I will never hire you again. No, I will still hire you, and then when I meet you for the first time Time to kick you in the balls!"

In this way, while Freud was being scolded for no reason, he helplessly resisted Quinn to prevent her from actually pulling out a gun and killing himself.

However, suddenly Quinn seemed to see something out of the corner of his eye.

She calmed down for a moment, then, throwing Floyd away, bent down and picked up a newspaper from the ground.

In a small corner of the newspaper, there was such a report.

"The Strange Man in Black at Night"

There is also a line of small words below

"Several robbers were beaten and maimed"

At the end of the report, there was a close-up photo of a beaten man with a bruised nose and face.

Quinn looked at the man and a black, bat-shaped iron piece scattered in the corner of the photo, and smiled.