End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

"Ahhh—"

Looking at the clown girl Harley who was rolling all over the floor, Russell wondered, why when mentioning clowns, Harley seemed to have seen the murder of her father and enemy. Could it be that they broke up?

No way, you clearly agreed to be each other's little devil, why did you blow it off?

Is it personality mismatch, size mismatch, family pressure, clown being too clingy...

Or did Harley find out that the Joker's true love is Batman, and she was just playing with her!

Russell didn't know why, but he believed that someone knew, turned around and asked, "What kind of crazy is this woman?"

"This is her!"

"Harley Quinn has always been a madman."

"yes!"

"It's never been normal!"

"..."

Beating teammates is a hidden skill of every team. Maybe their output is weak when facing the enemy, but once they aim their guns at teammates, they will be all kinds of supernatural, and Suicide Squad is no exception.

"The clown killed her dog, and then they broke up." Deadshot made the final decision, explaining the key points and answering Russell's questions.

"I see!"

Russell nodded silently, men and dogs, the answer to this multiple-choice question is obvious.

"Ah, my leg, my knee is broken."

Harley Harley was still rolling on the ground, Russell grabbed her arm and lifted it up: "I remember that you used to be a doctor at Arkham Asylum, specializing in mental patients, and I think you are very familiar with the environment there."

"Ahhh, my legs!"

"It just so happens that I lack a guide, and you are the only one."

"Ahhh, my knees!"

"Since you don't object, then it's settled."

Russell made the decision, and Harry suddenly pulled out the large-caliber pistol, pressed it against the eye socket of his visor, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Boom!

There was a gunshot, and Russell stood there with his head up. Everyone dared not take a breath, and waited for the result without blinking.

"After waiting for so long, no one shouted 'Kill the beautiful'. It seems that everyone is very mature!"

Ten seconds later, Russell shook his head, picked out the bullet from the eye socket of the visor, threw it aside, and said disappointedly: "Amanda Waller chose the wrong person, this suicide squad has no determination to commit suicide, failure! "

"..."x6

The corner of Deadshot's eyes twitched: "You, you, like the Shark King, have an invulnerable body?"

"Oh, you actually figured it out, the guy has a good eye."

If I still can't see it, I might as well die.

Deadshot's whole person is not good: "So, your superpower has nothing to do with the armor on your body, it comes from yourself... Wait, why do you wear armor, isn't it superfluous?"

Russell kindly explained: "This is not superfluous, it's called a... tactics, armor is an indispensable part of me, and it has extremely profound meaning."

"What do you mean?"

Death shot blurted out,

After I finished speaking, I regretted it, because the cause of death of many people is 'you know too much'.

"Of course it's to confuse the fools. In order to defeat me, they tried every means to remove my armor. I thought it was successful, but I took off the armor and became faster, taller, and stronger. Isn't it fun?"

Satisfied, Russell pointed at a few people and said, "Yes, yes, yes, it's the expressions you have now, like sand sculptures, so funny!"

Deadshot looked aggrieved: "I, I..."

WQNMD!

Deadshot secretly slandered that Gotham's superheroes, starting with Batman, have become more sinister and neurotic, and there is no normal person.

"Stop talking nonsense, it's time to get down to business."

Russell snatched the pistol from Harley the Harley and put it on her chin: "Miss Quinn, I use your life as a commission to hire you to take me to the Arkham Asylum, what do you want?"

A drop of cold sweat dripped from the corner of Harry's eyes, and he forced a smile and said, "No problem, I agree with it, but my knee is really broken, you have to carry me behind your back."

I think you want to fart!

Russell slapped Harley's knee with a slap, and amidst her screams, injected holy light to repair the injury: "Don't be stupid, your leg is fine."

Harley's screams stopped abruptly, she stood on the ground in disbelief, and jumped a few times: "Hey, it's true! But it's clearly broken...how could it be like this, shouldn't it be?"

"Stop being so cute, hurry up and lead the way."

Russell waved his hand to disperse the water, and pointed a gun at Harley, the reluctant clown girl. After taking two steps, he turned around angrily: "What do you guys mean? Why are you following me?"

"You misunderstood, in fact, our target is also Arkham." Deadshot explained.

"There is no one in Arkham, and all the lunatics imprisoned have been released, and the Riddler cannot be found there."

"I know, but there might be some clues there."

"..."

The lost domestic cat was entrusted to Jason to look for, and Russell was very relieved when Jason handled things, especially in terms of finding people, and he went to Arkham to find the accidentally lost Batman.

There is such a big thing happening in Gotham City, and the city is full of ups and downs. It is impossible for Batman not to know. The only explanation is that he was caught in a trap, or trapped and unable to get out.

The most likely location is Arkham Asylum.

This is not Russell's random guessing and betting, the fact is that if he designs to ambush Batman, he will choose a location other than Arkham without other considerations.

Because there are too many psychopaths imprisoned there, if there is any trouble, Batman will be dispatched immediately, even if he knows it is a trap, he will not hesitate.

Looking at the Suicide Squad who vaguely proposed to form a team in front of him, Russell pondered for a moment, and said with a smile: "Since everyone is on the same path, let's go together. I happen to be short of a few cannon fodder, no, I mean, I lack a few like-minded people." companion."

"You guys are extraordinary, just the companions I'm looking for!"

"Especially you Death Archer, the seal is black, there is fear of bloody disaster, if you are not careful, you will die. If you team up with you, bad luck will only happen to you, so I will be safe."

"..."

Deadshot didn't say anything. He already knew about Gotham City, which was very different from the outside world. He couldn't treat it with the standard of normal people, especially the superheroes here.

Harley the Harley lifted the manhole cover and cheered, "Everyone, stop chatting, I found the fast track."

"No, the sewer is Batman's exclusive channel, I want to go to the sky."

Russell refused to be a fellow with the green bastard, mouse, bat, etc., turned around and dug out the damaged vertical propulsion glider in the alley, and took out the hammer from the space ring.

After a while of ping-pong-pong, the glider looked brand new, not only that, even the ammunition magazine was refilled.

Don't ask where the materials come from, the streets are full of cars, and you can just dismantle one and get it done.

"..."x6

After entering Gotham, the psychological endurance of Deadshot and others has been greatly improved. Unless Amanda Waller's repeated orders to avoid the dangerous person "Russell" suddenly jumped out, otherwise, there is nothing to surprise them.

Propelling vertically and gliding into the air, Russell dropped a rope for several people to grab. During the period, Halle and Louis wanted to use his broad chest muscles, but they were politely refused with punches and kicks.

Just kidding, when a superhero is on duty, what does it look like to hug left and right? He is not Batman.

...

Arkham Asylum!

It used to be heavily guarded, like a dangerous restricted area of ​​a base fortress. At this moment, there are still guards at five steps, and sentries at ten steps. Searchlights sweep the sky and the ground back and forth, but the appearance of the personnel on duty has changed drastically, from guards to prisoners in the madhouse.

These mentally abnormal prisoners put on the clothes and weapons of the guards and prison guards, and they patrolled their guard area carefully, even more conscientiously than the original guards.

The reason is very simple. After changing into tiger skins, someone told them that they are not criminals but good people, and these guys believed it!

It is understandable, after all, mental patients have broad thinking, and nothing is impossible.

Maybe there are a few guys with a lot of drama in it, thinking that they are undercover agents, and they are planning how to rescue the hostages and put the mental patients back in prison.

In the dean's room, a clown in a purple tuxedo put on white gloves and hummed jingle bells.

He looked in the mirror, adjusted his tie, was very satisfied with his frank and hearty smile, opened the office door and walked out.

Three seconds later, the clown returned backwards, picked up the dean's badge with 'Joker' written on it on the desk, put it on, and then walked out again, closing the door behind him.

"Golden cudgel, golden cudgel, golden cudgel, hey..."

The singing sounded from the windows in the corridor. When the neurotic guards heard Dean J's singing, they felt that it was another peaceful and beautiful day. However, Dean J's singing sounded a bit disappointed, which might be because they didn't receive presents last Christmas.

Everyone discussed it and decided to pool money tomorrow to make up Dean J's Christmas gift, stuffing a bomb into the cake and placing it on the office desk to give him a belated surprise.

Dean J will be very happy!

...

Monitoring the ward, the clown looked at the former guards and medical staff in hospital uniforms, and nodded secretly. In a few days, these patients should recover.

At this time, he walked to the intensive care unit at the end, picked up the medical record on the wall, and after scanning the ten lines at a glance, his brows suddenly frowned.

The clown pushed open the door of the ward, and inside was a man with an unshaven beard and bloodshot eyes.

Bruce Wayne!

The master's condition was not very good, he was wrapped in a white restraint uniform, his hands were pulled behind his back by black leather bandages, and he lay motionless on the bed.

"Batman, you have to be mentally prepared, judging from the treatment status in the past few days..."

The clown narrowed his eyes, took out the gold-rimmed glasses from his coat pocket and put them on, then looked at the medical record and said, "It's terrible, you may not be saved."

"..."

Bruce didn't say a word, and after the clown entered the door, he closed his eyes and began to fall asleep.

"Don't be like this. Believe in Arkham's professional strength. We are very famous in the industry. Even if you are a critically ill patient, we will not give up."

The clown persuaded him with good words: "So, you have to cheer up and never be negative. You must know that only a positive and optimistic attitude can overcome yourself, overcome the disease, and make you truly strong."

"..."

Bruce didn't bother to talk, just pretended he was farting.

"For a patient like you who refuses to cooperate, we at Arkham have a complete set of coping strategies, but for the sake of your spine being interrupted, I will not call you."

The clown sighed: "Speaking of which, until now I still can't believe that the invincible Batman would be defeated by that trash of Bane. Although he is a little smart, he is far behind you."

"Is it because of that woman? Shameless little bitch, you were accidentally stuffed with anesthesia, otherwise you wouldn't be caught by Bain because you were too swollen..."

"Enough, what do you want to say?"

Batman's face twitched slightly with his eyes closed. Being tricked by a beauty was a black spot in his life, and he didn't want to hear it from people, especially from the clown.

"I don't want to do anything, I just think you are too serious and want you to smile."

"I can't laugh unless you're dead!"

The little scandal was stunned for a moment, and after a while, he smiled brightly: "It turns out it's so easy to make you laugh, I'd have said no, it's exhausting me..."

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