The track of dawn in the world of American manga

Chapter 98 50. Miss, your illness really can’t be delayed any longer--[3350]

Mason didn't know that the unlucky Mr. Sandstorm was caught by the Green Arrow who was squatting there when he slipped into Gotham City. The young man was busy talking to Kite Man on the phone.

With the chaos caused by the League of Assassins in Gotham, Team K's original goal of robbing the virus vaccine was easily accomplished without any risk or pressure.

According to Kite Man, the Wayne Industrial Medical Department warehouse was empty when he arrived.

Even because of the power shortage, the entire warehouse was dark, and the original strict monitoring system was offline.

If he hadn't restarted the backup energy in the warehouse in time, the vaccines that needed to be stored at low temperatures would have completely lost their effectiveness in tonight's chaos.

"You first store the vaccine in your luggage and then watch from high altitude to see the result of the battle between Mr. Sandstorm and the Justice League, but be sure not to get close or be discovered by them.

I'll rush back to meet you immediately."

Mason gave Charles a few words and then cut off the communication, then looked back at Young Nightwing who had been thrown into the co-pilot of Batmobile No. 2.

He gave Catwoman an OK gesture, and Selina closed the cabin and took the first step back to the Batcave with the young man.

As for Mason himself, he released his beloved blue flying motorcycle and prepared to fly back to his cabin.

But just as the scooter started, a vine spreading from the ground suddenly grabbed Mason's handlebar, causing the young man to glance at the place where the vine stretched out in surprise.

Not surprisingly, Poison Ivy was found standing quietly in the shadows of the woods leading to the outside of Arkham Asylum.

He was still gesturing to him to come over.

Considering Poison Ivy's "famous reputation" in Gotham City, facing the invitation of this cute, sweet and vicious female villain, Mason picked up the crit hand cannon and pressed the cursed bullet on it, and then left with vigilance.

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"You don't have to be so careful. If I had any ill intentions towards you, the vine just now would be enough to release fatal hormonal poison to you."

Poison Ivy said coldly.

This female villain with long fiery red hair and weird green skin all over her body is not ugly but has a unique allure. She speaks really directly.

And his tone was full of disgust for flesh and blood creatures.

This is also normal.

No matter which version of the origin of her villain story, she has become a special life form between flesh and plant due to the malice of a human being.

The distrust of human beings is not only due to its own tragedy, but also due to the instinctive resistance caused by "different species".

"It's precisely because I know you mean no harm that we can stand so close and talk."

Mason patted the gun in his hand politely. The special power brought by the cursed bullet was sensed by Poison Ivy, causing her to frown and take a few steps away.

Maybe nature was warning her?

"Tell me, why are you waiting for me here?"

Because Mr. Sandstorm was still in the city, Mason didn't have much time to quarrel with the female villain. He did have an idea to incorporate Poison Ivy into the K-Team.

But now is not the time.

This one is different from Zha Kang.

Zha Kang is one of those scumbags who is very bad but has some conscience.

Poison Ivy is a very lonely person most of the time and doesn't care much about "human morality" or even human life.

She is a serious "semi-plant", and with her temper, she has every reason to shout such terrible slogans as "plants' lives matter".

"Follow me."

The red-haired green lady turned around and walked into the shadows behind her, and Mason followed. The young man could smell the strong smell of blood within a few steps.

This made him frown.

After turning a few corners in the woods, Mason saw the bodies of four or five black-clad warriors lying on the ground. The condition was horrific. Each of them died as a result of their skulls being crushed with a blunt instrument.

This made Mason raise his eyebrows and glance at Poison Ivy again.

The green lady waved her hand, and the grass blades and vines that intertwined in front of the two people spread out, revealing Dr. Harley Quinzel who was hiding among them, holding her head and shivering.

The latter's doctor's robe has disappeared.

The sportswear she was wearing was covered in dazzling blood, and she was holding a broken baseball bat in her hand.

"this"

Mason immediately understood the cause and effect.

Then he heard Poison Ivy say with strong regret:

"She asked me to bring her here, saying she wanted to see if her patient was okay, but I should leave her in a safe place in the city.

I don't know what happened, but after I was sent back by the freak in red and said goodbye to you, I came back and saw her sitting among the corpses and crying.

She was frightened.

I strongly suspect that the clown left some damn trick on her, but she told me before that her symptoms of being hypnotized by the clown have been cured by you."

"The symptoms of hypnosis were indeed broken by the refreshing drug, but maybe the clown did more than just hypnotize her."

Mason took out a bottle of demulcent from his arms, put the hand cannon on his waist and walked forward slowly. He stared at Dr. Harley who was squatting there crying silently, and whispered:

"Harry? Do you remember me? I'm Mason, the alchemist who helped you."

"Mason?"

Dr. Harley raised her head and looked at Mason with red and swollen eyes from crying, trying hard to smile, but her blood-stained face and that weird smile made Poison Ivy behind Mason take a breath of air.

This behavior pattern cannot be said to be exactly the same as Zhou Keer, it can also be said to be a replica of a classic.

"I didn't do this. I. I don't know what's going on here."

She soon saw the body at Mason's feet, and immediately shuddered and lowered her head again, covering her face and muttering:

"Mr. J is dead, I feel very relieved. I saw through the telescope that you blew his head off, no one can hurt me anymore, I feel safe.

I thought it might be time to say goodbye to the past life and start a new one. I remember someone told me before that to start a new life, you need to change your old name.

So I gave myself a new name

I guess my name is Harley Quinn?"

"You can call me whatever you want, that's your freedom, girl."

Mason approached her and handed her the palliative in his hand. He said softly:

"But you're a doctor, you know what? You're in a terrible situation right now. You should drink this bottle of medicine and ask your friend Ivy to take you to a comfortable place to sleep.

Get out of this shit, you know what I mean?

Arkham Asylum is over, you lost your job, you should take a good rest for some time to relax, and then find another place to submit your resume to work.

Do you want me to introduce you to a cool clinic?”

"I don't know, I don't know if I'm suitable to continue doing this, or should I give up my failed career as a doctor and try to be a professional gymnast again?"

Dr. Harley, whose face was still stained with blood, took the palliative from Mason and poured it in without looking at it. This meant that even after some drastic changes in her mental thinking, she was still very

Trust Mason.

The palliative took effect quickly, and Harley's condition improved visibly.

She no longer trembles.

My speaking voice no longer suddenly becomes sharp, and my out-of-control emotions are much better.

It seems that the original consciousness is slowly returning.

As Mason and Poison Ivy watched, she glanced at the broken baseball bat she was holding tightly in her hand, threw the thing away, then rushed towards Ivy and was held in Poison Ivy's arms.

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"Okay, nothing will happen. It's all over, be good, it's all over."

Poison Ivy, who was extremely indifferent to others, seemed patient and gentle when dealing with Harley. She gently patted Dr. Harley's back and flicked her fingers silently.

Several carnivorous vines snaked their way through the woods, rolling up the body at Mason's feet and dragging it deep into the woods.

Even the blades of grass on the ground moved to excavate and renovate the soil on the ground. In just a few seconds, an intrusive murder scene was completely restored to its normal appearance.

"I turned into a monster, Ivy."

Harley sobbed in Poison Ivy's arms and said:

"I remember very clearly that just when I thought I could finally get rid of the lingering Mr. J forever, I fell into the trap he had woven for me.

That is a vicious psychological suggestion, hidden under the surface of hypnosis.

I'm supposed to be professional.

I should have been able to see through this conspiracy, but I wanted to figure out the clown's strange psychological activities so much that I made the mistake that a psychiatrist should never make.

Sorry, Mason.

I couldn't tell you this. The clown made me forget this. Maybe I wanted to forget the boring past and I did something wrong.

Something terribly wrong.”

"It doesn't matter, things are already like this anyway."

Mason also sighed.

He recalled the conversation the Joker had with him in the ward of Arkham Asylum when tonight's chaos had just begun.

He should have realized this when he heard Zhou Ke'er say that this game with Dr. Harley Quinzel's will as the bet was not over yet.

The villain never simply puts his machinations on the table, he always does things in a series.

Well, this kind of unconstrained thinking may be worth learning on your own.

"Take her away."

Mason calmed down and said to Poison Ivy:

"Don't go to the Iceberg Bar yet, where superheroes intercept bad guys. You can go to Dr. Leslie's clinic near Crime Alley.

That's my boss.

She also has some research on psychology. Recently, Harley can receive treatment there. My shop is opposite the clinic.

I will go see her after everything is over."

"And Ivy's medicine!"

Dr. Harley wiped the blood stains from her face. She turned around and reminded Mason with evasive eyes:

"Ivy's condition is much more serious than mine. Only that magical potion can suppress her mania."

"I'll send it over as soon as possible."

The young man waved his hand, glanced at the dark night sky before dawn, and said:

"How about we go there together? My motorcycle can carry you two."

"Using a motorcycle to pick up girls? Are you a sixteen-year-old stupid boy?"

Poison Ivy curled her lips in disdain.

Then a few minutes later, Poison Ivy, who was forced to put on a safety helmet and sit on the flying motorcycle, stared dumbfoundedly at Mason as he flew into the sky on this thing, and wanted to give her a mouthful.

You clearly know that he is a mysterious alchemist, how can you still treat this mysterious guy with common sense?

"Also, I am seventeen years old."

Mason saw Poison Ivy's strange expression and whispered something quietly while wearing flying goggles.

Dr. Harley Quinzel, who was behind him, was also wearing a helmet and hugging the waist of a young man ten years younger than her. While curiously looking at the night scene hundreds of meters above the ground, he was interested in the gadgets that Mason took out.

Surprised.

After flying for a few minutes, Harley suddenly said:

"Mason, why does your shop only open at night? Do you have any unique rules in this industry? For example, there are legends that it can only be opened at night, otherwise it will bring misfortune?"

"That's not true."

The young man said honestly:

"It's just because I'm the only one in the store. I have to go to Dr. Leslie's clinic to work during the day, so I won't be able to attend to the store. Wait, why do you ask?"

"Can I work for you?"

Dr. Harley pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses, which had the left lens broken, and whispered:

"If it's not troublesome, after all, I'm afraid of going out to work in this situation. Before I recover, I can do odd jobs in your store or something like that.

I will move out after I recover.

I mean, if I ever get better."

"emmmm"

Mason thought for a while and said:

"Yes, your professional medical background will come in handy. Ivy can also live in the store with you. It will be convenient for you to get medical treatment when the time comes."

"What about you?"

Poison Ivy, who was wearing a helmet, suddenly said:

"Where are you going to sleep?"

"I can stay in the Iceberg Bar temporarily. There are many rooms in Charles' place."

Mason snorted and said:

"Don't think that I am as dirty as others, Ivy, you are all my patients now."

"That's great! You don't have to sleep on the street anymore."

Dr. Harley cheered with a sharp voice that made people tremble, and then covered her mouth under Poison Ivy's strange gaze and whispered:

"I mean, thank you for taking us in, Mason, you're such a good guy."

"You said I'm a good person, I'm very happy."

Mason shook his head and whispered:

"But I'm not happy because you went back to the Iceberg Bar that disgusted me. Speaking of which, Ivy, did you have any stories with Selena?

I saw the way you looked at her when you left.

Of course, if it’s not convenient to say it, forget it, I’m just asking casually.”

"There's nothing that can't be said."

Poison Ivy, who was sitting in the car and wearing a silly safety helmet, leaned there with an expressionless face and said calmly:

"After she ran away from her wedding to Batman, she was having a very unhappy time and became addicted to alcohol, and I was also having a very bad time.

We lived together for a while.

We supported each other to get out of the quagmire of life. Later, when Batboy was besieged by the villains in the city, she abandoned me and ran to find that annoying man.

Not even a farewell letter was left.

Do these past experiences satisfy your desire for gossip? Mason, do you need me to tell you some more intimate details about the relationship between Selena and I?"

"That's enough, no need to say more."

Mason felt deeply that Selena's private life was so "colorful" and did not ask for more details.

He accelerated in the air towards Gotham City at dawn.

At the same time, Batman, who was in the city inspecting the remains of the crushed sand with his companions, also received a piece of news that was like a bolt from the blue.

The old man turned around and walked quickly to the shadows in the corner under the strange gazes of Green Arrow and The Flash. He reached out and pressed the Bat-ear communicator on his helmet.

It's as if this thing suddenly broke.

He said to the other end of the communicator:

"Wait! Alfred, I didn't hear the specific content of what you said just now. It might be signal interference. Say it again. Who are you busy taking care of so you don't have time to help me monitor the whole city?

Who is that to me?”

"Your son, Master Wayne."

The old butler Ah Fu replied slowly:

"I have already given Master Damian a bath and arranged your childhood room for him. I am now preparing him fitting pajamas. Just five minutes ago, the comparison results of the DNA test came out.

I used seven different instruments and cross-confirmed the results.

He is your child, the next generation head of the Wayne family.

If it is convenient for you, you should leave the boring things in the city and come back immediately.

Master Damian may wake up in another hour, and I think it might be better to have his father by his side when he wakes up."

Alfred paused and whispered again:

"This is also what Ms. Selena means. She said that she can accept the existence of Master Damian and is not resistant to continuing to fall in love with a single father with a child.

But she wants to have a serious and serious talk with you about emotional fidelity.

Do you need me to prepare a candlelight dinner for you two in advance?

This is a very serious question.

After all, whether parents have a harmonious relationship will have a great impact on adolescent children.

Master Wayne?

Oh, no, Master Wayne, are you listening?"

(End of chapter)