The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 483 Mental illness

Bruce Wayne opened his eyes.

First of all, the glare of the light hit the pupil directly, which hurt a little, and his mind was very confused, but this did not prevent him from squinting his eyes and subconsciously observing his surroundings.

But in the next second, he found that his thoughts could not be converted into actual actions at all, because he couldn't turn 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 in a lying position, with a bare ceiling and a chandelier without a lampshade in sight.

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

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

Well, now it seems that I should not have died, so who saved me?Alfred?Or someone else, and how long has he been in a coma?
Wayne knew that he would not get answers to these questions at this moment.He had to call someone over first.

that is at this time
"Oh? Hehe, Number 19 seems to be awake." A voice suddenly appeared, it came from above his head, and at the same time, there was a burst of unhurried footsteps.

Wayne's head was tied up, so he couldn't look up to see who was making that voice, but he felt that he should have heard this voice
Just for a while, some can't remember.

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

"Oh, my God." Wayne felt his body convulse uncontrollably.

Because, that person is a clown!
Wait, no, it's not a clown. Although it looks a bit similar, that face is not the clown I know. Although this person's face is also very thin and long, it has an obvious "Oriental flavor". His face was painted in that ridiculous clown makeup, without lipstick, and his mouth was not very big, but a wound cut on both sides of the mouth with a knife, and the wound was sewn up.

So, is this one of the 'clown gang'?

Just as he was thinking, another voice came from under his feet, and that voice was a woman.

Immediately afterwards, a woman in a nurse's costume came into Wayne's sight.

Well, this time, Bruce Wayne will never admit it wrong, this person is 'Harry Quinn', that crazy woman who follows the clown all day long, but now she is wearing a nurse uniform, the eyes Not so obviously crazy, but no matter what, this person is definitely Harley Quinn.

"I woke up on the 19th, I thought this guy could sleep for a few more days." Quinn muttered impatiently.

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

And Quinn seemed to hate the other party a little, she responded without cutting: "Don't order me, I know how to do it myself."

"Okay, okay, I don't know why you are so prejudiced against me, I said it all, I didn't intend to imitate your little pudding, the scar on my mouth was cut by a guy in my head, And it hasn’t healed all the time, what can I do.”

"It's because you didn't do it yourself, so I didn't shoot you in the head. This is already very reasonable. Besides, I just hate you. It should be taken for granted that you are hated by others." Kui Because said.

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

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

"Hey, where is this? What the hell happened? What number 19?"

Quinn then turned his gaze to Wayne.

"Why so many questions." Quinn said weakly: "Let me answer a few questions for you first, lest you keep nagging here. First of all, this is the Arkham Asylum, and you are a patient here."

"What?" Bruce Wayne was taken aback, and he realized that he couldn't move at all, it seemed that it was because he was wearing a 'straitjacket', which is the kind that is specially reserved for those who cannot control their behavior in a mental hospital. 'Bondage' prepared by people.

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

Quinn still had the same weak expression: "I didn't lie to you, you are the No. 19 patient here, and you are also the oldest group. You have been staying here since you were eight years old, and you are still here. I made up a character called "Batman", imagining that you fight criminals everywhere, punish evil and promote good, and what about "Superman" and "Flashman", anyway, you imagine a strange person every now and then, Now, I'm not in the mood to listen to you tell me about the superpower friends in your head."

"Impossible! Bastard, this is another trick that the 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 would do it at the age of eight?"

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

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

Quinn's words were like that hot bullet, which exploded in his head with a bang.

"Besides, you also fantasized that all the staff here are heinous villains, but whatever, we don't care about a psychopath's cranky thinking."

Quinn continued to speak, 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've run out of sedatives, these difficult guys, do you really think my sedatives are coming out of the water pipe?"

Behind him, the man's voice came: "Che, you say you hate me, but you are not ambiguous at all when you call me out."

As soon as the words fell, Wayne felt that the hospital bed he was on was pushed, and the ceiling receded at a constant speed. With the rolling sound of the wheels, he was pushed out of the ward.

(End of this chapter)