All Worlds Madhouse

He woke up.

It's time for me to go too.

While I can still go. Believe me, if you read the reports about this man, you will know what a terrible guy he is. Every minute and every second spent with him is full of the most terrible things. There is a possibility that one second, he may be smiling at you, and the next second, your head may be exploded by him.

But my brain didn't blossom.

I didn't leave either.

My home is gone. Where can I go? In such a big city, I am the same everywhere, so what is the difference between staying next to him and staying in a room full of closed walls.

So, as if I was losing my mind and going crazy, I followed him.

It was a very interesting time. He hated me, even hated me. He always felt that he should not be a burden like me around him.

He tried to leave me behind countless times, tried to sneak away countless times, kicked me away countless times, pressed his hot muzzle against my head countless times, and cursed me to get out!

He did all the horrible things you can imagine or imagine to me, but in the end, he never shot me.

He once asked me, why do I always stick to him?

I said I didn't know either, maybe because he saved my life.

Then he laughed hysterically. He said that he would never save anyone. The reason why he let me live that day was just because I was a doctor and he needed me to help him remove the bullet from his abdomen.

I nodded.

"Okay, then kill me, just like you kill other people, and the dead will not follow you."

I said with a smile.

This sentence made him angry and made him even more crazy. I knew exactly what I was doing. I was sticking my head into the open mouth of a crocodile. The sharp teeth could easily twist my neck. break.

But as usual, I didn't die. The clown beat me angrily. He punched me hard in the stomach, which made me so painful that I couldn't even straighten my waist. I just knelt on the ground in such misery. , but...he smiled extremely happily.

I know that I will never leave him again.

The clown is a madman, he is heinous and crazy, what he does may be revenge, or it may be for fun. Anyway, he always easily turns the city into his own amusement park. If you look at it this way, he seems to There will be no compromise.

Except for me.

Because he finally let me stay by his side

I don’t know who he is, and I don’t know what he thinks. He always laughs and cries when he smiles. He likes to tell stories, his past, and the scars on his mouth, but every time he The stories are all different, as if he has countless pasts. I also believe that he must have countless pasts, because if not, how could he create such a charming guy.

Yeah I'm obsessed with him. I hopelessly follow him to commit crimes, follow him everywhere to destroy and go crazy, follow him to battle wits with the guy in the black cloak, well... Speaking of which, since the guy in the cloak appeared, he spent more and more time with me. I come less and less, but it’s casual. Games are always much more attractive to boys than to women, so I don’t care.

Until one day it all ended.

The cause is because of me.

That day, I ‘died’. The guy in the cloak went crazy. He pushed me out of the window and fell heavily into a pool of blood.

That was also the day when the clown went crazy. I knew he had gone crazy a long time ago, but this time he was obviously even crazier. He took a gun and rushed to the downstairs of Wayne Tower, shooting into the sky. He was angry and abusive, and finally, He fell to the gunpoint.

Well, I think he still cares about me, but he just doesn't want to admit it.

And he will never know that my death was an illusion, a conspiracy arranged by Gotham to destroy him. After that, I was stuffed into the cryogenic chamber. I slept for an unknown number of years until the messy-haired man The doctor woke me up, took me crazy everywhere, and brought me here to meet him again.

It seems that he has not changed much. He is still the same, smiling and happy, playing a game of catch-up with his good friends. The police in Gotham City are also acting as loyal as usual. audience.

And I was destined to follow him.

Hi, little pudding, we meet again.

"Don't move!"

A shout brought me back to my senses.

But that shout was not directed at me, but at the Joker and Batman not far away.

Sheriff Gordon pointed his gun at the Joker.

"Hahaha - why are you pointing a gun at me? Look, I'm unarmed. Compared to a little guy like me, shouldn't you pay more attention to this guy?" The Joker said, pointing at Batman who was struggling on the ground.

"Your game is over!" Gordon said, and then he took out something that looked like a radio: "What you just said was recorded by the madman in your mouth and transmitted to the police station channel! "

The Joker was stunned for a moment, and he looked back at Batman.

"Haha - unfortunately, it seems that your protective umbrella has been confiscated."

The clown scratched the corner of his mouth: "Okay, okay, it seems that you have eavesdropped on our conversation, but... how do you know that I am not lying to him? I never said that I am an honest child, maybe"

"Wayne Group has just released a news. Mr. Bruce Wayne, the chairman of the group, has decided to have dinner with Mrs. Ayer in the city hall tonight. After dinner, they will sign an investment in the new coast, worth nearly 20 billion US dollars." , so, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, or even within a week, all the stock exchanges will be focusing on this new industry, and your password may not be important now."

"Well"

This news made the clown unable to react for a while.

"Hahaha -" Batman smiled with difficulty: "Well, maybe you are right, this is a crazy world, money was your life-saving straw just now, and now, it seems to have become your grave, so No matter what, this world seems to have a code of conduct, right?"

"This doesn't seem to be in the plan." The clown said helplessly: "But... hehehe, we still have time to play the next game."

As he spoke, he took out something and pressed it.

"Buzz————"

There was a huge roar, and all the lights in the entire playground were extinguished in an instant, and the whole world fell into darkness.

"Damn! What's going on?"

"Where is he? He's running away!"

The police team members shouted in panic.

Gordon took out his walkie-talkie: "The sniper team is ready. Use night vision goggles to find the target and allow firing without endangering the target's life!"

Several snipers around the amusement park received the order and immediately put on the corresponding equipment. They looked for targets in the green eyepieces.

Soon: "Report, find the target, he is trying to climb over the wall, there are woods 200 meters away."

"Stop him! Don't let him get away! Shoot!"

Gordon gave the order, and then, with a "bang", the bullet came out of the chamber. Under the night, the bullet crossed a distance of several hundred meters and accurately flew towards the clown's thigh.

Then poof, it sank into Harley Quinn's chest!

The clown was stunned, and so was the sniper. Because he was in night vision mode, he didn't see such a woman at all. Where did she come from?

At this moment, the clown also looked at Harley blankly.

"Well, if I'm not wrong, did you block a shot for me?" the clown said inexplicably.

"Ahem - of course, and my jumping posture is pretty good." Quinn said with a smile, and in this situation, she actually got up holding her chest: "Don't worry, it's just a punctured lung." , not die so quickly.”

With that said, she took the lead and ran towards the woods.

The clown blinked and followed him silently.

On the edge of the woods, under a tree.

"Ahem -" Quinn leaned on with difficulty, choking and coughing out blood. In front of her was the clown's silhouette in the darkness.

"Beautiful lady, you have to know that although you saved me, I will not repay you." He said in a joking tone.

"Really? Hehe, that's a pity. I thought you would tell me your name." Quinn said with a smile.

The clown was silent.

"Ah hahaha - it's ridiculous to change a name for one life. Don't you think this deal is a bit unfair? And what's even more unfair is that I won't tell you the name because I have already given it to you. Throw it away."

The clown said, and suddenly, he paused again.

"Okay, I guess I have to give you something, right? So, how about this thing for you? I don't know why it's in my pocket, but girls like it."

In the darkness, the clown's hand reached out to Quinn, holding a lipstick in his hand.

Quinn took the lipstick in her hand and looked at it carefully. She didn't know why, but she felt that the lipstick looked familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it before.

"Thank you, little pudding, this is the first time you have given me a gift."

"Little pudding?" the clown repeated: "That's a really ugly word. Well, you die for me, I'll give you a lipstick, and we'll be in the clear. Hehehehe."

"Clear? Haha, how is that possible? Also, my name is Harley Quinn."

"Don't tell me your name, I won't remember you." The clown's voice came from a little further away: "Goodbye, beautiful lady."

"goodbye."

Quinn said softly, looking at the lipstick with a smile, twisting it away, smelling it, and then slowly applied it on her lips

Time began to slow down. Quinn knew that everything would eventually happen again.

Suddenly, she seemed to have thought of something, and her dying eyes burst out with the last glimmer of light.