mtl008 Chapter 2378 Psychic Assault (33)
Chapter 2378 Psychic Assault (33)
Chapter 2378 Psychic Assault (Thirty-three)
The clown raised his head and looked at the room in front of him, but no matter how he looked at it, from a modern perspective or a classical perspective, this place should not be called a ward. It would be more appropriate to call it a presidential suite.
It turns out that Bruce Wayne spent so much time turning this place into a hotel, the Joker thought, and he also said so, "How much does Wayne need to eliminate his uneasiness in this way?"
"I'm sorry, sir, but I think I reminded you that this hospital has quite complete surveillance and security facilities. If you say something radical, the surveillance footage may be used as evidence to accuse you of defamation."
The Joker threw himself into the sofa, stared at the nurse's face for a long moment, then said, "Is this the only expression you have?"
"I'm sorry, but this is a job requirement. Is there anything else you need?"
“Will I have a roommate?”
"Considering the evaluation of your condition by the last hospital that admitted you, no, sir, you will stay in a separate room."
“Where should I go for dinner?”
"There's a cafeteria downstairs, but if you want to eat in your room, you can ring the bell."
"Okay, I'm tired. I want to sleep for a while." The clown waved his hand, trying to send the nurse away, but he knew that the nurses in the mental hospital would not let him go so easily. They would usually make sure he took the medicine and fell asleep before leaving.
As a result, the nurse turned around and left.
The Joker stared at her back with a gloomy face. Although he didn't know what Batman was trying to say, he knew that if he wavered in his plan because of this, he would have fallen into his trap.
The Joker went to jail to find the gangster boss Faconi.
The Joker isn't exactly a nobody, after all, he just pulled off a massive bank robbery, but when it comes to threats to the city or the Wayne Enterprise, he's not even in the top ten on the list.
Now Batman has no idea who he is, so the performances and games he carefully prepared will not be taken seriously. If he wants Batman to play games with him, he must eliminate those who are in front of him.
Gang boss Faconi is now a thorn in the side of Gotham's white society. He is no longer satisfied with drug trafficking, but plans to join forces with Scarecrow to sell some kind of nerve agent. It is conceivable that this will offend many people, especially Batman.
But Batman shouldn't be attracted by such people, he should come to watch his performance, so the only way to attract Batman's attention now is to kill Ficoni.
But this guy is not stupid. He knows that his new business has offended many people, but he is unwilling to give up the huge profits. So he thought of a clever way, which is to hide in a mental hospital, but he can't hide for long.
The clown opened the door and looked around. He saw the surveillance camera, but didn't care. Because he was a nobody now, no one would treat him as an important person, and naturally no one would watch him through the surveillance camera 24 hours a day.
He went out, closed the door quietly, and walked down the stairs. When he met a nurse, he said he was going downstairs to eat and no one stopped him.
This place is becoming more and more like a hotel, the Joker thought. No mental hospital in the world would allow patients to run around in the corridors.
The Joker went downstairs and began to look for the front desk, but the first problem he faced was that this hospital was too big. The overlapping corridors were like a maze, and there were no signs or maps.
The clown wandered around here for a long time but didn't find the place he was looking for. As it was getting darker, the clown had to ask along the way. It took a long time before he found the front desk.
There was no one at the front desk at that moment, so the clown naturally went in and began to look for the patient list. After flipping through a few pages, he found Feconnie's name, which showed that he lived in Room 2 on the 2061nd floor.
It was dinner time and the patients were all going downstairs. The clown waited until the crowd had left before he staggered towards the second floor.
It took some time to find room 2061. I reached out to pull the door, but found it was locked. This was not surprising. For Fei Conni to be alive until now, it was impossible for him to be completely unvigilant.
The clown wanted to pick the lock, and then he encountered his second difficulty. All the locks here were electronic locks and there were no interlocking holes.
But if he wanted to find the control room, he would probably have to walk for another hour. He suspected that Bruce Wayne had turned the entire island into a huge mental hospital, otherwise it would be difficult to explain why there were hundreds of rooms on one floor.
Since he couldn't get in through the door, he had to climb through the window. The clown went to the bathroom on this floor, climbed out of the window, and moved along the outer wall towards room 2061.
After crawling for a long time, he finally found that not only was there no one in the room, but there was not even any sign of human activity. It was obvious that no one had ever lived in the room.
The clown had no choice but to crawl back. When he walked back to the front desk, it was almost midnight. The nurse on night shift was lying there sleeping. The clown didn't want to set off the alarm, so he had to walk up and knock on the table.
"Hello, I'm a patient on the 4th floor. I'm lost. Why is this damn hospital so big? Can you take me back?"
The nurse looked up hazily, and was not surprised to see the clown's face. She stood up and said, "Okay, it's really hard to walk here. Come with me. Why are you staying here?"
"After dinner, I wanted to walk around here, but I got lost. I've never stayed in a hospital like this before. It's really big."
The nurse gave him a professional smile and took him upstairs. The clown chatted with her along the way, talking about all sorts of things, and finally brought the topic to Ficonelli.
"He is so famous. I heard that he was sent here because he deliberately insulted the judge in court. He is really bold."
"Bold?" The nurse shook her head, smiled and said, "He's not even here."
"Why? The verdict in the news said he should come..."
"Yes, he came, but after seeing the tag on the locker room, he howled and demanded to go to prison, or he would sue us for illegal abuse. The manager had no choice but to send him to Blackgate Prison."
The Joker was stunned.
After a pause, he grasped the handrail tightly with a ferocious expression. He should have thought of it earlier. He was a poor man with nothing. Even if there were hundreds of thousands of dollars on the white card, he would not be able to pay it back until he died, and he had no inheritance that could be liquidated.
But Ficonelli has a family and a business. He is a gourmet who can take on the entire Gotham white world for the benefit of new drugs. How could he accept such a blatant scam of selling a shirt for $5?
"Excuse me, how much is the presidential suite here per night?"
"The presidential suite is not an ordinary ward. It is a premium ward that provides special care for critically ill patients. The fee is based on the number of guests, with an average of $30 per person."
"One night??"
"Yes, sir, it includes all service charges, cleaning fees, taxes, premium access, special rescue services, but medical expenses are not included, but we provide special medical packages for patients in premium wards..."
The Joker couldn't listen anymore. He grabbed the nurse, strangled her neck and took her down. Regardless of the nurse's struggle, he took the nurse directly to the hall and yelled: "I want to be discharged from the hospital! Send me to jail, or I will kill her!!!"
Security guards rushed in immediately, and a man in a suit who looked like a manager stretched out his hands to comfort him, "No, no, no, sir. If you are dissatisfied with our service, you can tell us. Please don't hurt anyone."
"I want to be discharged from the hospital. I want to go to prison."
"But your verdict..."
"I don't have a mental illness, I say it again, I demand a re-examination, I want to go to jail!!!"
"Okay, okay, we'll contact the police right away. Please wait a moment, the police will be here soon."
Two hours later, the Joker got into the police car as he wished, and then changed to a prison van, which drove all the way into Blackgate Prison.
Then the Joker saw two smiling prison guards.
The Joker especially wants to ask, what the hell are you laughing at?
"Sir, this way is the changing room." The prison guard opened the door for the clown and said, "Welcome to the Blackgate Special Custody Prison. Since the prison was completely renovated and rectified, it has always implemented a smiling service, and will definitely make all guests who come here feel the most comfortable and satisfactory prison experience."
The Joker held out a hand to stop him from continuing, and said, "Blackgate Prison should be a prison for the federal government, right?"
"It used to be." The prison guard replied, "But due to years of poor management and continuous losses, the government could not afford it, so it sold it to the Wayne Group. The Wayne Group is determined to build a more humane and more humane prison. We will definitely provide you with..."
"Where's Ficonnie?!" the Joker asked.
"I'm sorry, sir, but if you want to communicate with your cellmates, you must first purchase a communications data package."
"I just want to know if he's in jail!"
"Sorry, to look up his name, you also need to register as a member of the Black Gate Special Guardianship Service System. The membership fee is $2999 per month. In addition to the query service, we also provide you with..."
The Joker punched the prison guard in the face.
The next second he was pressed to the ground. This was not a mental hospital. Two prison guards rushed up and punched him in the face and chest. The clown let out a scream and it seemed that his cheekbone and ribs were broken.
Blood was flowing down his forehead. He saw one of the guards stand up straight, pick up the intercom and say, "There is a guest here who has a mental illness. Call an ambulance."
After the ambulance arrived, a nurse took the bill of $3 with a smile on her face and asked the clown to sign. The clown didn't move, so the nurse took the clown's hand and signed it.
The ambulance took the Joker back to Arkham Psychiatric Hospital. Two smiling nurses and doctors got into the car, conducted an examination, and after giving a bill of $5670, they said that the organic lesions must be resolved first, which meant treating the cheekbones and ribs first.
They called another ambulance, which issued another bill and took the Joker to Wayne Hospital.
The doctor from Wayne Hospital came in, conducted an examination, and wrote out a bill, stating that they could not provide medical care to the serving prisoners without approval from the police department.
So Wayne Group called another ambulance, sent the Joker to Blackgate Prison, and issued a bill.
A few doctors came to the medical station of Blackgate Prison and examined the patient. They said that there was no way to treat such a serious injury here and that the patient had to go to a specialized hospital for examination. Then they left a bill.
By the time another ambulance arrived, the clown was already lying flat on the ground.
The reason was simple: Ficonelli was lying next to him, and judging from the amount of blood he had lost, he had been lying there for at least 60 rounds.
In the original comic book, the first sentence Batman said was "I loved you... Clark."
Each of these two comics is about pure love regardless of occasion or location
(End of this chapter)