All Worlds Madhouse

Bruce Wayne opened his eyes.

First of all, the dazzling light shined directly into his pupils, which hurt a little. His mind was very confused, but this did not prevent him from squinting his eyes and subconsciously observing his surroundings.

But the next second, he discovered that his thoughts could not be converted into actual actions at all, because he could not move his head at all, and there was something wrapped around his head, preventing him from moving at all.

Oh, no, not only his head, but also his body and limbs seemed to be completely wrapped. At this moment, he was lying flat on his back, with a bare ceiling and a chandelier without a lampshade in his sight.

Everyone who wakes up from a coma and finds themselves in a strange place will subconsciously think about one question, and that is: "Where am I?"

The same goes for Bruce Wayne. In his memory, the last image was of a little boy who looked exactly like himself. The boy killed his parents and then shot himself.

Well, now it seems that I am not dead, so, was I saved by someone? Alfred? Or was it someone else, and how long had he been unconscious?

Wayne knew that he would not have answers to these questions at this moment. He had to call someone over first.

That is at this time

"Oh? Hey, No. 19 seems to be awake." A voice suddenly appeared, coming from diagonally above his head, and at the same time, it was accompanied by a burst of unhurried footsteps.

Wayne's head was tied, so he couldn't look up and see who made the sound, but he felt that he should have heard the sound.

I just couldn't remember it for a while.

But in the next second, he didn't need to think about it, because that man had already put his head into Bruce Wayne's sight.

"Oh, God." Wayne felt his body spasming uncontrollably.

Because that person is a clown!

Wait, no, it's not a clown. Although it looks a bit like it, that face is not the clown he knows. Although this person's face is also very slender, it has an obvious 'oriental flavor'. Moreover, he did not His face was painted in that ridiculous clown makeup, without lipstick. His mouth was not very big, but wounds were cut on both sides of the corners of his mouth with a knife, and the wounds were sewn shut.

So, is this a member of the ‘Clown Gang’?

Just as he was thinking about it, another voice came from beneath his feet, and that voice was that of a woman.

Immediately afterwards, a woman wearing a nurse's uniform walked into Wayne's sight.

Well, this time, Bruce Wayne will never admit his mistake. This person is Harley Quinn, the crazy female who follows the clown all day long, but now she puts on a nurse uniform, with a look in her eyes. It's not that obviously crazy, but no matter what, this person is definitely Harley Quinn.

"Why did he wake up on the 19th? I thought this guy could sleep for a few more days." Quinn muttered with an impatient look.

"So give him a tranquilizer quickly, I'm going to be annoyed by these people." The man with the scar stitched on his mouth continued.

Quinn seemed to hate the other party, and she responded calmly: "Don't order me, I know what to do myself."

"Okay, okay, I don't know why you are so prejudiced against me. I told you that I didn't mean to imitate your little pudding. The scar on my mouth was cut by a guy in my head. And it hasn’t healed yet, what can I do?”

"Just because you didn't do it yourself, that's why I didn't shoot you in the head. This makes sense. Besides, I just hate you. It's natural for you to be hated by others." Kui Because said.

After hearing this, the man thought for a few seconds, and then nodded: "Well, what you said makes sense."

Wayne just listened to the conversation between the two people, and then realized that he couldn't understand a word, so he had to take the initiative to yell at Quinn.

"Hey, where are we? What happened? What's No. 19?"

Quinn then turned his attention to Wayne.

"Well, why are there so many questions?" Quinn said weakly: "Let me answer a few questions for you first, so that you don't keep nagging here. First of all, this is Arkham Asylum, and you are a patient here."

"What?" Bruce Wayne was startled. He then realized that he couldn't move. It seemed that it was because he was wearing a 'straitjacket', which is the kind in a mental hospital for those who cannot control their behavior. The 'straitjackets' prepared by the people.

"Asshole, stop lying here and let me out!" Wayne yelled.

Quinn still had the same weak expression: "I'm not lying to you. You are the 19th patient here, and you are also the oldest one. You have been here since you were eight years old, and you are still here. I made up a character called 'Batman', imagining that you would go around fighting criminals, punishing evil and promoting good, and there were also 'Superman' and 'The Flash'. Anyway, you imagined a strange person every now and then. Now, I have no intention of listening to you tell me about those super-powered friends in your head."

"Impossible! Bastard, this is another trick that joker came up with, right? Haha - he was locked up in a mental hospital at the age of eight. Can't he think of a better reason? Who can do it at the age of eight?"

Bruce Wayne roared, but suddenly, he stopped talking because he seemed to have thought of something.

"Oh? It seems that you have already remembered it. Yes, you are locked up here at such a young age because you killed your parents at that young age."

Quinn's words were like hot bullets, exploding in his brain.

"Furthermore, you have imagined all the staff here to be heinous villains, but no matter what, we won't care about the random thoughts of a mentally ill person."

Quinn continued, and then pointed to the man beside him: "Hey, that one over there"

"Chen Xiao."

"Oh, yes, Chen Xiao, push this guy to Professor Yang. I have used up all my sedatives. Do these difficult guys really think that my sedatives came from the water pipe?"

From behind, the man's voice came: "Hey, you say you hate me, but you are not ambiguous at all when you wake me up."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wayne felt that the hospital bed he was walking on was being pushed, the ceiling retreated at a constant speed, and with the sound of rolling wheels, he was pushed out of the ward.