Chapter 267 65. What is it like to be the Harley Quinn’s assistant? -【1225】
(Additional update for the "starsfalling" brothers!)
When the old man came to Arkham Asylum, he only had a low-key car, but when he left, he even had a helicopter. The process was as outrageous as coming to Arkham to purchase goods.
The three helicopters belonging to the Eye of the Sky were released by the old man himself. The "Gotham talents" of this world drove a mighty force, following Thomas Wayne's luxury car, and headed towards Gotham City at midnight.
Damian sat in the passenger seat of the stretch luxury car, looking back at the noisy team behind him from time to time.
The guys who were released from Arkham committed all kinds of evil along the way. Even the unlucky couples who passed by would be dragged out of the car and beaten up, and then they would steal all the money and puncture their tires and beat them to death. The dogs then stripped them naked and left them in the wilderness.
Just like a group of "street cleaning tigers", no grass grows wherever they go.
But no one died.
Because his "evil grandma" Martha Wayne, who had just escaped from prison, judged these "roommates" very accurately. They did not dare to disobey the orders of the "old aunt clown", let alone offend someone who would shoot and kill at any time. The old revengeful knight.
Damian and Mason still don’t quite know what Martha Wayne has done in the past ten years or so to allow her to control these big villains so easily, but the “Crazy Criminal Slayer” is indeed very unique in this group. noodle.
Just now, Mason saw with his own eyes that Killer Croc, who wanted to have a personal tooth-slapping ceremony, jumped onto the helicopter as obediently as a kitten with just one look.
In short, the combined power of the old Wayne couple is almost the same as the "Gotham version of the Dark Lord", which is much more "notorious" than the "notoriety" of Mason's Batman.
If you provoke Bat Boy in Mason's hometown, you will most likely be sent to the ICU, but if you fail here, you will need to take a forensic textbook.
"It hurts a little, right? This is normal. After all, it is an old injury."
In the back seat of the old man's luxury car that could be used for parties, Mason, who had just completed debridement and drug application, put on a new pair of medical gloves, picked up the medical forceps, and said to Mrs. Martha in front of him:
"But don't worry, I will remove the stitches for you now. The scars will fade in up to six hours, and your face will be back to your normal face when you have breakfast tomorrow morning."
"Is this a new treatment method?"
Mrs. Martha, who covered her face and hair with a piece of gauze, looked at the bottles and jars placed next to Mason and asked softly.
It seems that the old man did not introduce her to Mason’s job.
The young man shrugged and confessed that he was an alchemist. He also described the functions of the medicines at hand to her in detail. Mrs. Martha, who was once the assistant head nurse of Dr. Thomas, was stunned for a moment.
Her mental state is not bad at the moment.
Although he would show a crazy smile intermittently, he drank two bottles of demulcent to stabilize his thinking, and he was probably worried about Damian sitting in the front seat of the car and Thomas Wayne driving the car himself. Something terrible happened.
However, she kept holding the revolver in her hand that could be fired at any time, which did make Mason, the "chief surgeon", a little inconvenient.
He held the scissors in his left hand and the syringe in his right hand, and said to Martha in front of him:
"Take off your gauze. Don't worry. This car is isolated from the front and back. Damian can't see you now. You won't scare him."
"What about you? Don't you feel scared? Little cutie."
Mrs. Martha sneered twice, and Mason showed a "I have seen a lot" expression. He said:
"You know the clown over there with Bruce, right? I killed him with my own hands and gave him six bullets, so don't be afraid, madam, you can't scare me"
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to lift off the gauze of Mrs. Martha in front of him, revealing the colorful and scary face. At first glance, it did look somewhat similar to Zhou Keer, who was killed by Mason before.
But you can tell the difference if you look closely.
Martha Wayne's makeup is not crazy, there is a certain logic to it.
After all, she is a woman who is naturally good at dressing herself up, not a rough guy like Zhou Keer. She is much more delicate in this regard. She painted her cheeks with white and gray paint to bring out the bright red on her lips.
In this way, when she smiles, people will remember this exaggerated smile at first sight.
However, like Zhou Keer, Martha's cheeks were cut open with sharp blades on both sides of her lips and were covered with stitching marks. Those hideous wounds still looked shocking even after being treated by Mason.
"Do you want to know how I got hurt?"
Lady Martha asked in a strange voice.
"No, I don't want to know."
Mason said while checking the wound:
"But I know it's not up to me, so please say it and I'm listening."
"That was after Bruce left. I have been in pain. I know Thomas is in more pain than me, and he also misses my smile, but I really can't laugh, so I can only do this"
The old clown aunt in front of me told stories from the past and recounted that painful experience.
Mason did not interrupt Mrs. Martha's story. He first used anesthetic and then began to treat the rough stitching marks on the wound. Martha never stopped describing the process.
She seemed to regain her senses for a moment, her posture too sad to be false.
"You are different from Zhou Keer over there."
Mason quickly completed the wound treatment and applied the ointment used to heal and remove scars. He also used alchemical solution to help Martha wash away the remaining paint on her face, and combed the messy long green hair a little neatly. .
He took out another mirror and handed it to Martha. He whispered:
"The lunatic over there made Bruce miserable, just to prove that what Bruce fought so hard to protect was just a joke. As for you, your situation is not that complicated.
Just like the old man.
After you lose your loved ones, you feel that this world is no longer worth cherishing, and as time goes by, you become more and more disgusted with this planet without Bruce. ”
In response to this statement, Martha showed a sarcastic smile and did not respond.
She looked at her face in the mirror that she had not seen for a long time.
Over fifty, she is no longer young.
But her many years of falling in love with the old man during her criminal career also gave her a good figure, without any signs of being out of shape or having bloated cheeks.
It's just that after taking off the clown makeup, you can clearly see the wrinkles on your forehead, which is somewhat uncomfortable.
The eyes reflected in the mirror seemed to be lit with some kind of fire. Cold and sharp, there is also an anxiety that may lose sanity at any time, like an uncontrolled wildfire that will eventually burn everything clean.
"You seem familiar to us, Mason Cooper."
She looked at Mason sitting on the sofa opposite her, crossed her legs and said in a long voice like a lady:
"You are not surprised that Thomas brought little Bruce to see me? Was this also what you expected?"
Lady Martha always called Damian "Little Bruce."
Mason had no intention of correcting this statement, nor did he want to irritate Mrs. Martha, who had finally regained her sense, so she responded appropriately:
"I just got some information in advance and deduced that Thomas needed help. He told me that his companions would come to find me and Damian and our partners to eliminate.
And in Gotham, the old man who wants to protect his little grandson doesn't have many allies.
After all, all those capable guys have been killed by him in the past ten years. If you think about it for a moment, it is not difficult to come to the conclusion that the two of them will definitely join forces to prevent Damian from being harmed in this city.
As for me.
I just took advantage of him. ”
"You're just taking advantage of me little Bruce!"
Martha shot down Mason's words.
She yawned and raised the muzzle of the gun in her hand to point it at Mason's heart. Her cheeks were smiling but there was no smile in her eyes. She said:
"As a member of the Kane family, I have seen many people like you since I was a child. When I was managing the Gotham gang with Thomas, I also dealt with you guys who are good at conspiracy.
I won't believe even a single symbol you said.
Thomas told me the story about you ‘world shuttlers’. I am very curious. If I kill you here, my little Bruce will not be able to return to his world. Will he stay with me forever? ”
"He can indeed stay, and you can enjoy family happiness together for seven days."
Mason shrugged and said:
"I know you may not care, but when you pull the trigger, it means you will never see the real Bruce Wayne again.
I've been to Wayne Manor.
In Bruce's Batcave, he placed photos of you and Thomas where he could see them. Although he never said it, I knew that Bruce wanted to see his parents again even if he paid a heavy price.
My personal life and death are not worth mentioning in your eyes, but what about your son's expectations?
As a mother, you really can’t bear it”
"Bang"
Martha suddenly pulled the trigger.
A bullet flew out and hit Mason's heart, and then was "spit" out by the "always alert" ooze monster Kevin, and hit the ground with a clang.
The old clown aunt was smiling the whole time.
But the gun barrel emitting gunpowder smoke represented her answer, and it also completely ruined Mason's plan to be moved by her.
Okay.
This crazy old sister really did what she said and didn’t believe every word Mason said.
This straightforward reaction also made Mason feel shocked. The Kane family, where Martha Wayne was born, is also a powerful person in Gotham, and this family has always been famous for producing geniuses and lunatics.
There is no doubt that the Mrs. Martha in front of her belongs to the category that cannot be judged by common sense.
"Of course I will help you, handsome Mason, because of your bad luck, I only loaded one bullet and you met me."
Martha showed a big smile, placed the bullet chamber, took out six bullets from her pocket and put them in.
She stared at Mason and said:
"The shot just now was just a joke. It was a response to my little Bruce's little incident of being taken advantage of by you several times. If you play tricks in the next conversation, I will give you a shot.
I don't know how many times your clump of mud will protect you, but I can do this all night without getting tired of it. ”
"That shot just now was enough to make you an enemy of the Bat Family."
Mason complained:
"If the master sees this scene with his own eyes, he will definitely burst into tears but be extremely determined to send you back to Arkham Asylum and take time to see you every night."
"Oh, are you describing the days in heaven? Little Mason."
Mrs. Martha gave a surprised and horrifying smile and said:
"I have dreamed about living such a good life every day for the past ten years, so what you are saying is that as long as I kill you, your dream will come true and I can meet my son every day?"
"Let's talk about the plan."
Mason's expression suddenly became formal. He felt that as a normal person, he really couldn't reason with the crazy woman, so he said:
"The trouble close at hand is obviously the League of Assassins who have Damian and I as their targets. We have to fight them off in Gotham. It's best to capture one or two alive so that I can discover more about this world. The truth about external influences
As long as we can figure this out, Team K's mission will be completed, and we can leave at any time.
I mean, leave with both of you. ”
"I'll deal with them, but I might need an assistant to help me arrange it. Huh?"
Mrs. Martha just stood up and prepared to have a good chat about this matter, but the driving car suddenly stopped. Then the window lowered and she heard bursts of noise coming from outside.
But it was still a little far away from the city and she didn't know what was going on ahead. The old clown aunt was very unhappy when she was interrupted from her business.
She picked up the clown mask next to her and put it on her face, kicked open the car door and walked out with the pistol in hand. Without asking anything, she fired three shots at the crowd.
This random shooting technique didn't hit anyone but immediately silenced the chaotic scene.
Under the lights from the three helicopters behind them, a group of Arkham lunatics in front lined up in two rows noisily and respectfully, as if they were being "inspected" by Martha the Clown.
Noodles! Aunt Martha!
Zhou Keer in another world is not so proud.
Mr. Thomas and Damian also got out of the car. Damian wanted to step forward to see the excitement but was pushed aside by the indifferent old man.
He didn't want Damian to mix with this group of crazy criminals, and the way he looked at them was full of disdain and disgust, like looking at a group of moving targets.
"Someone tell me what's going on?"
Martha, who was wearing a mask, asked, and a woman in the crowd who was constantly flicking coins and wearing a prison uniform came out. Her long hair covered half of her face and she walked to Martha and whispered:
"The Man-Bat captured an Amazon who was sneaking up on our convoy."
"Amazonians? What are they doing here? Don't they always claim that Gotham is a place abandoned by the gods?"
The clown aunt frowned and said:
"Besides, it's just an Amazon, kill him! Don't waste time."
"That's the problem."
The woman flicking the coin glanced at Mason, who was walking forward from Mrs. Martha. She whispered in a strange tone:
"I wanted to kill her too, but the guy who tossed the coins seven times in a row and all came up heads was too lucky, or she was cheating."
"Hi! Mr. K! I'm here!"
A cheerful shout rang out from the fierce crowd in front, accompanied by the roar of two vicious dogs. They grabbed the dog rope and dressed themselves up like a real Amazon female warrior, but painted their helmets colorfully. Leigh Quinn rushed up happily.
The Arkham lunatics nearby thought that this guy was going to attack the clown boss, and they immediately swarmed up to stop him. However, Harley waved his hand and used the gravity ring to knock them all away.
The two war dogs she led were fat, strong and wearing armor, biting left and right. The calf-sized vicious dogs bit anyone who dared to block the road to the ground, leaving blood and flesh flying everywhere.
Amidst the cheers, Harley jumped into Mason's arms, holding his head and gnawing at him, feeling quite disgusted after not seeing him for one day.
"We are one of our own! We are one of our own, don't be nervous."
Mason was still weak and was almost knocked to the ground by Harley's pounce.
With great effort, he held the waist of his psychotic beauty with one hand and waved to the fierce guys surrounding him.
"Mr. K, you are so powerful. Have you released all the prisoners in Arkham?"
Harley is not afraid of these guys around her at all.
She thought she had learned great martial arts skills on Paradise Island. Before leaving, she even stole two war dogs tamed by the Amazons. She had no fear of these ordinary criminals.
He excitedly pulled out the golden mace on his back and prepared to step forward to pick up a few people and stretch their muscles.
But soon, Harley felt very familiar eyes looking at her. She shook her neck like a hair, and looked back suspiciously.
Just in time to see Mrs. Martha take off her clown mask.
The familiar scars on her face, the green curly hair, and most importantly, the chaotic temperament reminded Harley of the dead Mr. J.
Although the genders are different and the ages are different, there are some deeper things that cannot be faked!
Harley was horrified.
With a whoosh, he hid behind Mason, peering over there, grabbing Mason's wrist and crying:
"Clown Zhou Ke'er! Why is there Mr. J here too? Let's run, Mason, I'm afraid."
"That's Mrs. J."
Mason patted Harley's arm and comforted him:
"Don't be afraid, she is from our side, Bruce Wayne's mother from another world. It's very complicated, and I can't explain it in a sentence or two, but she won't hurt you."
"What are you all doing here? Waiting for Batman to reward you with bullets?"
Mrs. Martha scolded the guys around her angrily.
The pearl revolver in her hand was spinning around in the crowd with the hammer decocked, as if looking for a lucky person to cooperate with her in a joke or something.
This move immediately caused a group of people to disperse.
"This girl has good makeup."
Martha walked over and looked up and down at Harley behind Mason. She felt that this girl was very compatible with her, as if she had an inexplicable attraction.
The old clown aunt rubbed her chin and rolled her eyes several times.
After a moment, she snapped her fingers and said to Mason in a pleasant tone:
"I just said that I need an assistant. I don't have to choose, it's her." (End of Chapter)