When Jack was lying on the bed in Arkham Psychiatric Hospital again, Schiller said gloatingly: "Now you know where your forever home is? Seeing that you paid a lot of money, I can give you more
Prescribe some painkillers."
"Do you think I'm a drug addict?" Jack yelled irritably: "Don't compare me with someone who takes drugs and destroys their brains!"
"Look around, at least you have a permanent bed here. You should have seen how much those gang bosses who can't get in outside want a bed like this."
When the words "gang boss" were mentioned, Jack showed a disgusted expression. He muttered in a low voice: "You are just like that bat, he doesn't want to laugh, you don't want to go crazy, you are all lying to yourselves..."
He stared at the ceiling and kept mumbling: "Why are you so serious? Why don't you admit it? Why aren't you proud of your chaos and disorder?"
Suddenly, he calmed down again, and even said philosophically: "In this mediocre world, having a unique and crazy soul should be something to be proud of."
"But you always trap this wonderful soul in a body that is so mediocre and disgusting."
"Living seriously and earnestly every day, pretending to be no different from the walking dead, this really makes me sick..."
"Crazy is not the only way to understand the world." Schiller also sat down, his tone was very calm, and he said: "I always firmly believe this."
"If you cannot become a sharp knife and use madness to pierce the pretense of the world, then you will be tamed by those hypocritical orders."
Jack seemed to be babbled in his sleep, speaking some difficult words. Each word would pause in his mouth, as if he didn't know them, but each sentence was so complete and smooth.
"There is disorder only when there is order. If there is no order, chaos will no longer be chaos, chaos will become order. When you destroy order, you are establishing another kind of order."
"Many people think that the ultimate answer to this world is chaos, but when they have this idea, it means that they have been tamed by order. There is no ultimate answer to this world."
"Is this why you and that bat would rather do nothing?" Jack looked at Schiller.
"He and I are still a little different." Schiller poured himself a glass of water and said, "Batman is a warrior who maintains order in chaos, but I am not. I am just an ordinary person."
"Ordinary people..." Jack sneered at his statement.
"And you, seeing yourself as the savior, want to tell everyone that only madness can know the truth. You especially want to tell Batman that the answers he wants are so close at hand, as simple as a smile."
"But it's not that he doesn't understand this, he just doesn't want to do it."
"That's why I think he is a psychopath." Jack's tone suddenly showed a hint of jealousy, "He has what I don't have, the deepest darkness and madness that I dream about, but he just doesn't want to do that, even though he can obviously
Become the great god who tears apart this mediocre lie, but he just doesn't want to smile."
"This question echoes in my mind every day and makes me feel confused and crazy."
"Why on earth are they so serious?"
Schiller shrugged and said: "Everyone is deceiving themselves. Only you tell the truth. Everyone is pretending to be serious. Only you laugh out loud, so you become the only clown."
Jack stared at the ceiling and said: "When the laughter is about to overflow from their mouths, their first reaction is fear, resistance, and reflection. This is crazy."
"Being a clown must be very happy, because there is nothing in this world that you cannot laugh at. You want them to know how happy you are, but unfortunately no one will accept your favor."
"I've always thought that people who dress up as bats are mentally ill." Jack looked at Schiller and said, "...the same goes for people who dress up as ordinary people."
The night in Gotham outside the window slowly fell, and the city lights started to dance. After the weather got warmer, the whole city began to glow with new vitality. It was still a little crazy and evil, still chaotic, and still prosperous and bustling.
In the morning, Schiller was in his office. He was carrying a paint brush. Brand next to him took off his paint-stained gloves with disgust. Schiller said to him: "I'm pretty sure that this shabby room is full of paint."
The hospital needs a complete overhaul."
He pointed to the corner of the wall and said, "If that madman's graffiti hadn't damaged my wall, I wouldn't have noticed it. The cracks in the bricks there might cause it to collapse one day."
Brand sighed and said: "What you said makes sense, but this requires a long-term plan. We can't tell those patients that we will start renovating the hospital tomorrow and tell them to get out, right?"
He looked up at the corner of the roof and said, "Anyway, until now, we can only do it ourselves."
"You just can't bear the revenue these days." Schiller said with a smile: "If the renovation lasts for two months and there is no commission during this period, it will be a big loss, right?"
Brand touched his nose and cursed secretly: "You are responsible for the damn gang industry chain. I never knew in my life that money is so easy to make. How much money will I lose if I stop working for two months?"
"Okay, then we'll do it ourselves, but cracks in the corners and so on are just minor problems. The biggest problem is that there aren't enough wards."
Brand also sighed, he obviously knew this. Gu Rui
Arkham Psychiatric Hospital has a long history. When this building was originally built, Gotham did not have that large population, and the hospital's capacity was limited. Even if Schiller instituted a medical parole, the cycle of parole and prison would continue.
, the ward is still tight.
The main contradiction at Arkham Psychiatric Hospital now is the contradiction between the backward facilities and the growing demand for money from the gang bosses.
After the disaster in Gotham, this contradiction has become more and more prominent. The logistics facilities are being rebuilt and most of the gang bosses are idle. So what better place to go than the Arkham Club?
Here they reorganize the industry, exchange resources, form circles, expand contacts, and prepare for the next step of development.
Everyone communicates with each other, exchanges information, and progresses according to different levels of the circle. If you don't join in quickly at this time, work will really start by then, and you won't even be able to drink soup.
Especially after Jack returns to the mental hospital, he is really a very troublesome guy. Copperpot, Evans and Jack can be said to be incompatible.
Cobot and Evans can barely stay in the same room, but it won't work if Alberto comes out. When the future Penguin Cobot and the Joker stay in the same room, the two of them often have different views on each other.
And got into a big fight.
Cobot belongs to the lawful evil faction in Gotham. To put it simply, he is not crazy enough. In fact, the Penguin in the original book is similar. He opened a big restaurant, talked and laughed with the gang bosses, and even became the mayor. This
It is a normal to abnormal promotion route in Gotham, and it is completely different from the chaotic evil of the Joker.
So Cobot thinks that the clown is a complete lunatic and cannot communicate, while the clown thinks that Cobot is a fool who is no different from those gang bosses, and staying with him for one second longer is an insult to him.
Cobbler didn't bother to reason with a madman, and the clown was too lazy to talk to a fool, so the two of them solved their dispute by fighting.
Both of them are not strong enough in terms of strength. Copper is small in stature and not very strong. Joker has a crazy mind and fights without any rules. The two of them fight evenly every time, but end up with a bloody head.
, tied to the hospital bed and staring at each other.
The Joker and Evans have huge differences in artistic understanding. They mainly quarrel, mainly because Evans doesn't like to hit people, and Jack can't beat Evans at all. The way they quarrel becomes
Excerpts from Hu Biao's opera.
If Evans's singing can still be considered beautiful, then Jack's singing level would make even Batman come in person and be stunned.
As long as they shared a ward, letters complaining about noise and nuisance would arrive like snowflakes in Schiller's office.
Therefore, these three people can only have one ward per person.
There were not many wards in the first place, but these three patients with no profit output still had to occupy one ward. Schiller had disliked them for a long time, but these three people all had legitimate reasons.
Copot was stabbed several times by Evans before, and he was seriously injured. It is somewhat inhumane to have him discharged from the hospital now.
The conflict between Evans and his father has not yet been completely resolved. Alberto is determined not to return to Falcone Manor, and the godfather has no intention of coming to pick up his son, so he can only delay it like this.
Jack has nothing to do because Batman is busy with classes, and he has to consider Gordon's mental health and work pressure, so he can only stay here.
It was another afternoon when Schiller had just finished lunch. Jack stood on the balcony on the seventh floor of Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, with one foot straddling the balcony guardrail.
In the room, Bruce, Evans and Copperpot were standing there. Evans said to Jack: "If you have something to say, can you come back from there first? If you fall, the professor will definitely be very angry."
"
Bruce only came to Evans to hand over the work of the society. He did not know all the thrilling things that happened in Arkham Psychiatric Hospital during this period, so he turned to Evans and asked: "What is going on? Why did he
Want to jump off the building?"
"Can't you see it yet?" Cobblet sat on the hospital bed next to him and said to Bruce, "He is a madman and is suffering from an illness."
Evans was still trying to persuade Jack: "This is the seventh floor. If you fall down like this, you will definitely hit the ground head first. Your brains and blood will stain a large area of the ground, and the professor will have to pay a large cleaning fee. He
He will definitely be very angry.”
Cobot also said: "There are stone brick roads under the building. It is difficult to clean up the blood spattered in. All the bricks must be lifted up. If you really dare to do this, I have no doubt that he will organize a fight for you."
A funeral full of the smell of copper.”
There was a trace of embarrassment on Jack's face. He said: "Will he carry my coffin to a group of gang bosses and then let them read a eulogy in memory of me? Let you, a fool, give me flowers, let that
Someone who has no musical taste sings to me? Oh my God! He is a devil!"
"But do you think I will be afraid?!" Jack patted the guardrail hard and said like a chant: "The brave Jack will not be afraid of the devil. I will prove to you now that I am the Arkham Knight!"
As he said that, he swung hard to the left and fell straight down. Bruce rushed to the balcony in two steps, and then saw Jack floating in the air. Schiller downstairs stretched out a hand with an annoyed look on his face.
and threw him aside.
Jack, who landed on the ground, rolled around laughing and said: "Hahahahaha! Ordinary people, you say you are an ordinary person! Hahahahahahaha, this joke is really funny, I must listen to it again tomorrow, hahahahahaha
!”
Evans looked back at the calendar, then at Copot and said, "Let's make a bet, will there be a 15th time this week?"
Cobot stood up and walked out of the room, planning to return to his ward. He said, "I bet it will be more than 20 times."
There was only Bruce standing on the balcony. He looked back at Evans and Cobblet, then looked down at Schiller and Jack. The wind on the balcony blew his hair messy, and he murmured in a low voice.
