Chapter 267 65 What Is It Like to Be the Assistant of the Clown? [1225]

Chapter 267 65. What is it like to be the assistant of the Joker? - [1225]

(Additional chapter for "starsfalling" brother!)

When the old man came to Arkham Asylum, he only had a low-key car, but when he left, he even had a helicopter. This process was so outrageous that it was like he came to Arkham to purchase goods.

The three helicopters belonging to the Eye of Heaven were driven by the "Gotham talents" of this world who were released by the old man himself, following Thomas Wayne's luxury car and heading towards Gotham City at midnight.

Damian sat in the co-pilot of the stretched luxury car, looking back at the noisy team behind him from time to time.

The guys released from Arkham did all kinds of evil along the way, even dragging the unlucky couple passing by here out of the car and beating them up, then robbing all their money, puncturing their tires, killing their dogs, and then stripping them naked and throwing 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 grandmother" Martha Wayne, who had just escaped from prison, had a very accurate judgment of these "roommates". They dared not disobey the orders of the "clown old aunt", let alone offend an old man of revenge knight who could shoot and kill people at any time.

Damian and Mason are still not sure what Martha Wayne has done in the past ten years to make her so easy to control these big villains, but the old man "crazy criminal slaughterer" is indeed very prestigious in this group.

Just now, Mason saw with his own eyes that a look from him made Killer Croc, who wanted to eat a person for a snack, jump on the helicopter as obediently as a kitten.

In short, the power of the Wayne couple combined is just like the "Gotham version of the Black Wind Twins", which is much more well-known than the "notoriety" of Mason's Batman.

In Mason's hometown, provoking Batboy would at most be sent to the ICU, but here, if things go wrong, he will be in the forensic textbook.

"It hurts a bit, right? That's normal, after all, it's an old injury."

In the back seat of the old man's luxury car that can be used for parties, Mason, who had just finished cleaning the wound and applying medicine, put on a new pair of medical gloves and 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 scar will disappear in six hours at most, and you will be able to recover 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 beside Mason and asked softly.

It seems that the old man did not introduce Mason's work to her.

The young man shrugged and confessed that he was an alchemist, and described the effects of the drugs at hand to her in detail, which made Mrs. Martha, who was once the assistant head nurse of Dr. Thomas, stunned.

She is in a good mental state at the moment.

Although she occasionally showed a crazy smile, she drank two bottles of tonic to stabilize her mind. In addition, she probably took into consideration Damian who was sitting in the front seat of the car and Thomas Wayne who was driving himself, so she didn't make any terrible trouble.

However, she was holding the revolver in her hand, which was ready to fire at any time, which did make Mason, the "chief surgeon", a little inconvenient.

He held a pair of scissors in his left hand and a syringe in his right hand, and said to Martha in front of him:

"Take off your gauze. Don't worry, the front and back of this car are isolated, Damian can't see what you look like now, you won't scare him."

"What about you? Won't you feel scared, little cutie?"

Mrs. Martha sneered twice, and Mason showed an expression of "I know a lot". He said:

"You know the clown on Bruce's side? I killed him with my own hands and rewarded him with six bullets, so don't be afraid, ma'am, you can't scare me."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to remove the gauze of Mrs. Martha in front of him, revealing the colorful and terrifying face. At first glance, it is indeed somewhat similar to Zhou Ke'er who was killed by Mason before.

But you can taste the difference after a closer look.

Martha Wayne's makeup is not crazy, there is a certain logic in it.

After all, she is a woman who is naturally good at dressing herself up, not a rough man like Zhou Ke'er. She is much more delicate in this regard. She paints her cheeks with white and gray paint to bring out the bright red on her lips.

In this way, when she smiles, people can remember this exaggerated smile at first sight.

However, like Zhou Ke'er, Martha's cheeks were cut open with a sharp blade on both sides of her lips and covered with suture marks. Those hideous wounds are still shocking even after being treated by Mason.

"Do you want to know how I got injured?"

Mrs. Martha asked in a weird voice.

"No, I don't want to know."

Mason said while checking the wound:

"But I know it doesn't depend on my thoughts, so please tell me, I'm listening."

"That was after Bruce left. I have been in pain. I know Thomas is more painful than me, and he also misses my smile, but I really can't laugh, so I can only do this"

The old auntie, the female clown in front of me, talked about the past story and told the painful experience.

Mason did not interrupt Mrs. Martha's narration. He first used anesthetic and then began to deal with the rough suture marks on the wound. During this process, Martha did not stop describing.

She seemed to regain her senses for a moment, her posture too sad to be false.

"You are different from Zhou Ke'er 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 green long hair more 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 removing the clown makeup, you can clearly see the wrinkles on your forehead, which makes you 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:

"Are you not surprised that Thomas would bring 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, Damian and our partners to eliminate them.

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 had many dealings with you guys who are good at using 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 a full seven days."

Mason shrugged and said:

"I know you may not care, but when you pull the trigger, it means you'll 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”

"boom"

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 just now."

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 to respond to my little Bruce's little incident of being taken advantage of by you several times. If you play tricks in the following 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 days in heaven? Little Mason."

Mrs. Martha smiled a surprised and horrified smile and said:

"I have been dreaming 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 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 the unscrupulous nature of 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 take care of 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 light of 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. She 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, and 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 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.

"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 Harry's arm to comfort 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's makeup is pretty good."

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."