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He swayed in his padded cell around a hangman's shirt he murmured and murmured back and forth ...
Meanwhile ...
Outside the padded cells and in a wide, winding corridor ...
- YOUR INCOMPETENTS AS THEY COULD LOSE MY DAUGHTER , I LEFT HER HERE FOR JUST FIVE DAYS, AND SHE DISAPPEARS ON THE FIRST DAY. - Snarled like a beast ...
- AND YOU LOSE IT AND DON'T KNOW WHERE IT IS. - He roared with fury.
He saw with the celestial blue eyes and very old marble skin nearing 70 years old and he with rigid and closed hands.
- Mister Fiodore try to understand us, we call the police, as soon as we are aware of his disappearance, the police department is looking for you.
- It said. - And we have them all looking for clues, the girl will soon be found try to be patient ...
He flinched with a visceral growl from the lord, he listened like all the occupants including Commissioner Gordon, he looked at the fury with fright.
- IF YOU DO NOT FIND MY DAUGHTER I WILL PROCESS THAT SANATORIO AND SEND ALL OF YOU TO THE STREET, I WILL TAKE YOU FROM THE COMMISSIONER POSITION. - Pointing at Commissioner Gordon with fury ...
- That I was a fool to leave my daughter here that in fact she would be much better in my mansion that I know where she is I will know.
It was where her every step was, and she wouldn't need incompetent employees. - He said infuriated.
Meanwhile .
D the other side of the sanatorium ...
V Aryans patients and between them the two redheaded women one with copper skin and another with ebony skin shared a bench in the courtyard of sanatorium in normal days particularly ...
Meanwhile somewhere else.
- I told you he would pick me up he always comes to pick him up he is hiding here ... - And he tried to say.
- He is not hidden, he and one of the nurses try to understand this ...
I can't understand anything anymore I can't see beyond my box ...
She looked around and succumbed to the rays of sunlight around her.
She looked like it didn't exist tomorrow ...
Gotham police department agents were working closely with Metropolises as well as the FBI.
While he knew it was there, where the senseless disappearances and any connection occurred , while Commissioner Gordon was running from the Arkham sanatorium ...
Gradually the policemen were able to gather little evidence and nothing but old Arkham patients the joker arrested without moving in his cell.
What seemed to have completely lost track of reality, he did not speak meaningful words and swayed backwards ...
There were old case reports filed with patients who were hospitalized without uttering meaningless words and those who claimed to have had children who did not exist.
Whoever says, knows that his daughters and wives who never had husbands, who also did not exist, sometimes wives who did not exist ...
Those were the common problems that a city like Gotham was going through ...
Mothers who were never mothers and former Arkham doctors who murdered their husbands even though it doesn't make sense to delirium when they find her ...
Only what he would have felt now was just a great detective who had disappeared more than six years ago and billionaire Bruce Wayne himself had been kidnapped ...
When he was gathering the data , they said there was no evidence of such a disappearance, there was no real evidence of the existence of such a person, just hallucinations caused by mental illness ...
Even so, following the corridor of the morgue, the entire wing found severed bodies, mostly redheaded paupers, there was nothing but such evidence.
These many people, without a supposed connection.
He investigated, each of the files, he was looking at each report in his hands. Bullock saw only unrelated people, people who for the most part had no close relatives to be claimed and no apparent link ...
Everything he knew about records, reports and documents from the registry office, such as data on people, panels, reports, and even nonexistent births and dates.
There were plenty of reports documents from people that didn't exist, but looking deeper yes, they did, existed at some point and disappeared at another.
Meanwhile at Gotham's communications center a man in shadow and a red-haired blue uniform stood in front of a monitor and keyboards while typing in tune in front of him.
There were several objects and devices around him, he monitored the change of direction of each computer, antenna and satellite. He was a programmer who changed the frequency.
Each of the object s and its various satellites were changed angle and various tunings in some ways changing the sign and directing in different tunings.
He put a new password and put a countdown and so he changed the monitor and still around him he returned to the previous screen and soon he left the room.
Meanwhile in the sanatorium ...
Her nightmares were what the doctors said, quite often and getting worse, a doctor who previously saw the woman in her recurring dreams.
It was the same woman he saw the day they said ...
Assassin...
And she listened ...
I heard someone calling ...
She murdered her husband did not remember had no idea who did it ...
It was the same dream first, the harness near the cornfield.
E ra to a day of golden twilight ...
She remembered a face, a familiar face ...
And there she was going down the stairs at the end of the escape the same women the same frightened women ...
The naked women, whose lacerated meat was more than meat to be filmed, their screams and more screams, their eyes saw tears and a man the same man from the sanatorium.
It was red and raw ...
He had seen it all, not only that screaming and wailing they recorded.
It was the recording and each of the videos and several tapes stacked, and her husband as the torturer being ...
It was going down the stairs of the immense married in the barn the brothers had said that small children who were once the mothers now of a man who dreamed of being a woman.
He was running his sunlit hands lit by a dusk and so he saw an immense bouquet of flowers planting on top of a grave ...
Before there long ago he had been in the same place it in the same room it is now and the fingernails.
He called her, asked for help ...
At first it started with what it was ... a whisper ...
Moments later were recurring dreams ..., then a message ...
She saw ... what would be ... the window ... there was a message ...
The next moment ...
In other dreams, she saw the reflection of a mirror ...
There was a message left on the bathroom mirror ...
There was someone ... someone had crossed out ... inscriptions ...
At first ..., she was worried ...
It would have started to go crazy ...
She didn't know ... how she would know ... people had disappeared ...
There was a report ...,
Bruce Wayne was kidnapped ...
The man who asked for your help ...
The reflection in the mirror ...
It was him ...
The messages...
They were his, but she knew how to escape the sanatorium before everyone else.
When they heard about something that she scratched until her nails were raw and so she screamed to the world that she was a woman in the body of a man and one day she would escape.
The next moment when she was going to take them all away and soon he looked around and saw mirrors and all the strength not to break when he broke it and several pieces flew and blood was spilled ...
His shrill and uncontrolled screams when he saw the blood that only existed in his dreams and so he woke everyone up and saw everything go like a shadow that was shrinking.
Amid its roar ...
She heard a roar , she was picked up by several nurses and sedated again ...
The evidence against her was as great as that of the man from the sanatorium he in her dreams was one of her husband's helpers in her dreams.
If he helped to kill women and so their bodies were not found.
Soon, soon ... what saw an immense bat , pulled by a black hole this black hole another world that nothing could do ...
There were all, among them, two faces, wild, poisonous, Croc, nocturnal, Harlequin, Cold, and several others.
She was sitting among some rocks if she saw a fat girl with blond hair and said, everyone who was crazy enough to be there.
- Once in your life you could do something that will pay at some point and I think you could help once in your life ...
- What would I gain from this ... - Said Croc, a crocodile man, who was sitting next to everyone including Edward Nygma - The Riddler ...
- It's that life. - And ... - Tried to formulate.
- It was ... again in your life, mediocre of you could be on the winning side. - It said.
- Only once in your life could you contribute to something that pays ... - Said you forgot you are going back to Arkham.
- I was not attacked, but you know who was attacked, you saw people disappear. - It said.
- You have seen paupers and the first thing they say and that they are crazy and not at all normal and yet all this happens in their minds ...
- Are we dealing with a very powerful psychic, then? Asked Jonathan Crane - The Scarecrow.
- He is using our states as an excuse to keep quiet and yet using outsiders to prevent them from believing in us ... - He said turning to the joker seated watching.
- What she said, I believed because she imagines not realizing my presence as I was never in the place, and look that I always come, but that and as I did not exist.
The people I remember as the redhead who worked for me had never existed and nobody still remembers and worse it seems that only I can't see what doesn't exist ... - He said, watching the garden.
- Whoever you think would believe in crazy people , everyone knows that you kill, lie , deceive , on a day when they could speak the truth they will not believe it.
- They don't believe in the end, you don't speak the truth, you don't act like civilized people. - It said.
- E ra once in their lives make the right decision once just do something to change how they think about you and an opportunity, after all you would be on the winning side.
- Who would believe us, after all, you can leave here whenever you want, your father is rich and he hears your crazy things as if they were fairy tales, but with us it is different ... - It said Nocturna ...
- I think that after all it is not enough to just find the right person and that right person is here and you just need to say that they will help ...
- Who would be that right person, after all no one we know believes in us and would not even have evidence to move on ...
- I have the right person in the shade right there and the plan of influence is in progress I just need you to say, yes ... - He said with a superior air
- I don't see anyone ... - Pamela said the poison ivy trembling and disoriented ...
- We are the only people who have not yet been attacked, and you are still like that? - He asked.
- After all, he's just focusing on normal people, they ignored us until now on purpose ... - He said.
- But if you think it will continue like this ...
- Do not think that everything will work out as before Batman and Bat-Babies will work out overnight. - Criticized.
- I don't know what I would say in this situation or if it would help ... - Crane said ...
- That and something to decide at the time there is no coin toss, there is no fear game to remain silent, let alone wait for the dark knight to appear.
After all, the life of a person and the sanatorium is about to be changed, people disappearing have limits, all of which can simply get worse and the problem comes to you.
- They could not m change so drastic , after all it would be easier to believe a big lie than a small fact, what they decide, you know the rapes.
And les know what's going on in Metropolis know the disappearances and know what happens outside ...
- If you do not take action soon all this would come to you and could be next.
Harvey took the coin from his pocket and rolled it, he got angry and swore - Fuck it ... - growled two faces and so he put the coin in his pocket and said.
- This is not a time to decide on the currency, there is nothing to decide on the currency, this is an hour for me to make the decision ...
- Screw this...
- It is not a matter of double meaning. - Said.
- I'll help ... - Harvey said with a determined look.
- Fuck the world ... - And so everyone swore.
- I'll help ... - Crane said ...
- When everyone agreed to help and soon heard a whistle and thus a voice in the shadows ...
- I just wanted to hear it from you, after all the first time for everything ...
Again, when everyone swore and turned around and said less than the joker and the girl's smiles ...
Elsewhere at the same time ...
- NAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOO, it wasn't just a rape it was a dishonor it was the destruction of my character everything and destroyed he destroyed me he just opened everything he threw me ...
- He broke into my life - Her words muffled by the destruction and the psychic wave of everything that could be screaming and screaming she screamed and screamed her loud screams.
- They raped me several times and several times he still does it, finds himself inside Arkham, infiltrates and enters my room.
She fidgeted with her clamped hands cracking.
With his glassy eyes and terrified features his thin body and Arkham's uniform, he shouted and pushed the table up.
She simply ran towards the booth , she had an anguished cry.
- He always goes after me, always looking for redheads and women he wants to get me pregnant.
- She was more and more terrified and squeezing her fingers, he wants children to take care of.
It was then that in a sonic scream, all the broken glass collapsed and she fell on her knees on the floor with her hands on her head and her prominent eyes.
She saw her long red hair messy, the doctor fearing something hit the button in the room.
Attracting the attention of several nurses, they ran towards the doctor's office and thus sedating one of the patients with a syringe directly on her neck, she had fallen unconscious in her arms ...
She attacked a male nurse and while the large square room of books and shelves in a rectangular window he saw a table toppled to the floor.
She saw several janitors coming in and so the woman looked desolate with a sigh, and then led her out of a spacious room.
Heleanor Parks was one of the resident psychiatrists, treating one of Arkham's very homicidal rape victims.
She had wavy hair ... and she was listening to a patient who recently mutilated his parents and killed them ...
During several years of treatment, she was fine, had a happy marriage, but at the time of her daughter's pregnancy, she went into depression, she couldn't take the medication because of the unborn baby, but things got worse when the child was born ...
In these last few months, then in the midst of a crisis ...
In one of his crises and killed her husband, and their newborn daughter ...
In another crisis then u ma relapse memories of a traumatic rape, and there locked said second rehabilitation.
She saw his hair so red the color of fire, tall and robust and very slender his green eyes and light brown hair and coppery skin she would say she had a full day of her sighs.
While she was passing through the corridor and the various wings and thus a corridor she looked at the various rooms, and several patients she wore a long black dress to the coaches.
Wearing his equally black shoes and thus his white coat, firm and strong, slender and curvy.
She was patiently heading towards the office of Dr. Woarnes Parks, a new Arkham resident doctor ...
He was one of her colleagues and a deputy director, he was also her husband and she came into his office.
Then she had hit the door with hasty touches and then heard a muffled breath opening the door in front of her sitting at the table in an upholstered chair and a table full of papers.
He wore his glasses square s and slicked-back hair , and a white lab coat and ties pays and navy blue jean pants.
This man wore pointy black shoes, he wore a white shirt and looked incisively at the doctor.
During his stay, he saw cases of prostitutes, in a recent wave of murders and rapes that plagued both cities at dusk ...
- What was it this time, Heleanor? - P erguntou doctor Parks a resident psychiatrist at Arkham hired a year ago with his wife.
When he looked his way down his weary eyes, he was a tall, muscular man with marble skin and brown eyes and gray hair.
Wearing a ponytail, whose circle of childhood friends in total were psychiatrists like him among Dr. Arkham.
He was the own cousin of Joshua Preston, he also worked at the hospital was one of the residents nurses ...
- Patient Millstone, is flowering her rape, over and over and over she now says that visiting her all night the last time this happened.
Then she almost attacked another, a nurse, and soon after, a patient who passed by the side of the corridor when being restrained.
- Is there any possibility that she was raped repeatedly ...? - Asked the doctor.
- Nothing but the previous ones before admission.
- Criminals were never caught. - It said.
- There is no evidence after hospitalization. - It said.
- Actually, there is no body evidence, just delusions and self-mutilation. - It said.
- She left the office sedated, I just don't know if one day she would leave Arkham if one day she would stop talking about rape about her destroyed life ...
- His stepfather did more than rape him, destroyed his mind, doctor, his job and make his life as comfortable as possible ... - He said.
- Do not forget that not everyone will leave Arkham, not everyone will have normal lives, nor will all of our patients be sociable people. - It said.
- They just exist to live here. - It said.
- I know ... - He said regretting an uncontrolled sigh and looking beside the office and looking away and seeing several photographs hanging on the wall.
- Even so, I know that for some there is nothing but illusions, and that some will never have normal lives.
- I know my wishes , are for them to have happiness only. - Said looking around.
- That's all I wish for happiness - I'm going to have to continue the work.
- Without giving time to time or another question or more words addressed to her by the doctor.
Then she left the office and spent the day leaving the office working for twelve hours among psychopaths.
There were several schizophrenic patients there, she stopped and drank coffee and on a date and left at the end of the night.
Somewhere else...
There was anger, hatred and ... fear ...
A night of stars ...
Before a storm broke out in Gotham ...
In the middle of the dirty streets, the stench, the enclosure, the pollution of the factories ...
Upon hearing that, amid the sound of a whistle and a barefoot woman plummeting from an apartment plaza ...
Then, falling towards the ground , he collapsed on the sidewalk ...
In the midst of dark alleys, long shadows decay ...
Barbara ..., heard a whisper ...
When she ran, she screamed bloody, a deep cut in her abdomen ...
Very quiet ...
Until that moment...
Bruce ... heard a whisper ...
See what I do ...
He was a middle-aged man ..., tall and without age marks ..., just because of his white hair ... then you would think he is old ...
He saw it as if he were the killer ...
I didn't know if it was in your own body ...
Without her knowing what was going to happen next ...
She was cornered the fear of darkness once did not exist, but now ..., it was quite different ...
Hearing between her cries and cries, she was cornered, there was a half fight, caught off guard ...
Then she was subdued ... - No. - He groaned.
- You can't help it ... - And then a needle in his neck ..., not his ..., but he wasn't sure if it was or not ...
She was flying around the barrier ...
- Barbara ... - He shouted ...
In a dark laboratory a man found himself levitating at best, wires in his head ...
He moaned, he gasped ... - Stop ... - He cried ...
- I want to see you make me ... - Said Lupus ...
Then she saw ... the darkness take him ... - And he was once again unconscious ...
That bog ... that was your mind ...
- Isn't he going to do anything? - Asked Henry ...
- Aren't you going to try again? - Questioned George ...
- He has no way out. - Said Lupus. - He might even try. - He said.
The man moaned and cried, his glassy eyes his muscular body, again motionless ...
- Nor stop me from entering. - Found Lupus ...
- He doesn't know how. - Said Lupus.
When he entered a darkness ...
He seemed to be lost among his memories ...
There was a floating screen and connectors around it.
He was naked ... floating ...
- You can't stop me. - Said.
- There is no point in creating barriers. - Said Lupus ...
Around Bruce Wayne, he was apparently unstable, his physical form more than transparent and intangible ...
He was floating around what looked like a circular barrier, symbols on his body ..., long white hair ..., floating around the dome ...
That was what seemed like a barrier around ... Bruce Wayne ...
In the next moment, right now it was more than transparent ...
There were around the bubble or circular barrier that was a dome around him, several reflections of glassy and transparent worlds with beasts and monsters he himself was glassy and intangible, almost disappearing ...
He had in his body, the wires connected he felt something repel him.
- He's learning. - Said Lupus ... - He's trying. - He said.
It was more than once the dimensional doors opened, it was more than transparent ...
Then it pulsed, like an immense heartbeat ...
He had it there, he was levitating on top ...
Around Bruce Wayne that somehow, a mouthful of teeth swallowed him, an immense creature consumed him, he was being possessed, monstrous creatures appeared and were swallowed, by what looked like a hole ..., a monster around, it was as if they saw a reflection of a monster swallowing worlds ..., starting all over again, reflex and even like a slow motion or a video being rewound ...
By his side, he was with him, George ... Luppus and Henry ...
When she heard it ..., more than once in her dreams ..., an echo ...
A distant echo of help made her wake up ...
That dream of a man in the darkness of a mire asking for help ...
Help...
Help...
He heard the scream , it was so shrill that he woke her up ...
What he didn't know ... something came with him asking for help ...
With her husband, it was a cold and cozy night, after all it was a refreshing night, he listened to his wife in the kitchen and when everything couldn't change she looked ...
Looking out the window and seeing the shape of a beautiful little girl, she looked like she was in the middle of a rain beginning, a heavy rain of thick drops.
When she next observed herself, she was getting closer and closer to the kitchen window.
They were closer and closer and closer , as I was mirrored by glass and as if I were a ghost screamed in a sudden fall of light strong rays and thunderstorms into the night sky.
When she got in front of her the door unexpectedly slammed open with a bang was the shape of a dark and frightening girl in a torn dress.
She was barefoot, clothing rasgad to in spun across the face disfigured eyes of jumping orbits Heleanor took the kitchen knife to wait as the worst in a flash of lightning.
His presence, and with it, came the darkness and followed and in the next instant she was in front of him as if swallowing it and said in a spectral scream a screaming thud and an immense flare of flames.
In front of him, a huge wall of living flames and lightning and a crash of glass breaking a mouth bigger than what should have been a huge dark cave of blackened crows ...
Up the stairs her husband heard the crash he got out of bed without anything else his striped pajamas and ran down the stairs ...
Every day that she spent, between the dreams of three in the morning, her husband said ...
That she was sleepwalking ..., her nightmares of a mire, she looked like a cave ...
They were often seen , strange symbols, a farm ...
- HELP - And so consumed by darkness in a lightning flash and the next moment the rain hitting the windows and a strong storm as if consumed by a strong old woman ... - Help me ...
- Help me ... - She heard the voice again ...
His dreams were more than strange ...
Screams and calls for help, louder and louder ...
She didn't know for sure, more than that, he was a demon in front of her preventing her from helping him ...
Her husband was coming down the stairs towards the hallway on the left he was running towards the kitchen or looking glassy towards his wife.
When he looked and ran holding on to his shoulders when turning the woman over.
She didn't know for sure, something made her attack him, barely remembering that it was he who, with the eyes of the demon, attacked her first, saying something about ...
He managed...
It came with a laugh in retrospect ...
The woman stabbed him with no reaction but surprise, and she repeatedly stabbed him over and over again falling on the floor in his growing can of blood she sat on top of him.
Then she was almost overwhelmed, the strength, well ..., he realized it was not hers ...
Then they still m fighting ...
Cutting and stabbing him by cutting his jugular while cutting his shoulders, chest and belly to the point of tearing his neck off and while he heard screams.
Listen to someone over there who got a flash and he lost control ...
She fell unconscious ...
With that came more screams, coming from the man going to the floor.
The screams that without hope of getting up, she did not stop tearing apart her body, dismembering and mutilating her eyes.
They were torn d and his hands of blood and guts flying the cries and noises of all the windows breaking one.
Around him were more spectral shapes of shadows with long hair and red eyes shadowing elongated bodies.
Their membranes in the midst of all this was frightening and blood was dripping from their hands ...
They were heard by concerned neighbors did the visitor's service ...
They called the police soon after.
And les eventually attract the attention of neighbors calling the police ...
While the hooded man disappeared ...
When they arrived ...
Although ... there m found the woman cutting a dead body into pieces and his eyes glazed.
Then he fell to the ground, and his body was catatonic and hard, his features were hard and his eyes were glassy.
And she was paralyzed in the midst of what an expert said for a moment of a psychotic break without any more reactions and so she was taken to Arkham ...
He saw the vision, which was not his, Bruce saw it through the mirror and so he saw it through the eyes of the murderers, each one of them, made him gasp, he woke up and didn't wake up ...
He saw ... Barbara sitting below ...
E le looking Lupus's eyes the man smiled ...
Then he was now being taken, and he returned to darkness ...
Amid her paralyzed body, amid her hard body , feeling the dreams that were not hers and the life that was not hers ...
A barn of red flowers in a small flower bed and there on the left he saw a small watering can pouring water and more water running and falling around him.
When Bruce saw it and she saw ...
There were the various statues and so he saw figures of cirandas in a dark, sticky blood pool and they were children playing and jumping around and so ...
While he saw women struggling on gagged mattresses and so he saw screams and figures around him and struggling being ...
In then , she was being raped ... ...
Both he and she , could cause both saw it and he saw that killed using your eyes ...
The constant cold made him shiver and little by little he returned to unconsciousness and thus he saw no one else and then in the middle of his sleep , he woke up and then mercy.
He took her away, it was nobody who knew anyone he could remember was perched in the stirrups of the bed's edge on the metal.
He saw her as a tall, lean, muscular person with a defined body ...
Above their heads, almost two meters high at the top ...
Up there, floating ...
He was right above the circle ...
And they were meters above the ground ...
He was being levitated, it was like he was floating, but in fact hovering and delicately ...
He was saying ...
- Help me. - It was ... Someone familiar.
... Once again, shadowed hands wrapped in lights and figures taking a small child and carrying it between forests amid a rock.
She saw it in front of her, a ravine, it was a woman running desperately, her dress bloody, her face cut and mangled dripping blood and veins ripped torn.
And these were being stabbed, were ragged, it was a race staggered his arms and torn and bare legs, she ran and ran traces of blood and pieces of clothing.
Around him, he saw the tall grasses and small leafy creeping thorns, amid various cuts and bruises and so he woke up ... on the fence as if crouched looking in his direction.
He saw each of his eyes, begs expression was one looks r toward him, as he could stand on tiptoe weightless only in darkness.
A gleam of his intensifying gaze, towards him to the side was the joker watching and said in the darkness in the middle of an immense full moon to the sky of Gotham.
Voices in the distance like a dark tunnel and magnetic waves far and dark ...
In a moment of time before accidents between all future events ...
A huge garden, hands that held a staff ...
About that...
In the Arkham asylum in his north wing office, there was Dr. Lark Carpenter, he was looking at his many papers on his desk, there was a boy who would be taken to his office that day.
An employee, one of Arkham's psychiatrists, looked at his phone and looked around him. He saw something that should have seen newspaper clippings and various reports and there was a patient history and several documents he had gone to the city library ...
Outside, several patients wandered outside, so a short, fat girl walked down the hallway past the joker 's wheelchair.
She was tied up in one of the rooms, with a straight jacket, she was different and strangely looking, as if she dreamed or was hypnotized.
She had her eyes closed like a sleepwalker and standing next to the door leaning against the wall, she was watching when her eyes opened were red as blood as if she were possessed.
Thinking above all, it seemed, that it was not her, but by a demon, everything that as if she did not see at the same time, long seconds the clown watched her the girl who had nothing more than related.
There was a girl there with her apparent, fifteen years old , with an elephant-shaped jumpsuit and plush ears dangling from her head as if imitating an elephant's, her eyes stopped seconds before turning away ...
One called a knock on the door he looked around and said.
- In between...
Then entering that office, one of the worst patients in Arkham entered, the joker the maniac was as everyone knew as humanly imprisoned as possible he looked.
Even wearing a mask, one of Arkham's most famous maniacs in a wheelchair, he looked around, fidgeting with his straight jacket.
- See you in two hours ... - It said towards the nurses ...
Now seeing the nurses who now had no place, it was his last appointment, before retirement he looked around and nodded and so they left the room.
Joker the prince , a crime clown , looking around , he looked with his eyes while closing the door ...
Now, he caught a glimpse of a patient through the doorframe when he closed a smile, but nothing ...
- So joker, have you ever thought about what you would do when everything you thought was just nonsense. - He received a strange look and rummaged in his straight jacket.
While the doctor continued. - What would you do if when Batman disappeared what would you do if you simply killed Batman, what is the meaning of life after all ...
- How could you, say, what is the meaning of your life of your purpose. - It said.
He looked behind the table , with his half moon glasses , he had a ponytail and his Jewish hat.
He wore the Q uipa , which he wore at all times , when he felt discomfort , or when he heard the clown rummaging in his straight jacket ...
- What should you think of killing senseless ... - Tried.
- You want to know what I think about killing Batman, or how I feel, I'll show you after all. - Said.
And he was fidgeting and then he let go, you can see how he feels ...
Outside...
The girl sitting on the stool next to the nearby door, twitching her fingers as if counting them, counting fingers and twitching, her teeth as if whispering her eyes closed to the world.
Then, then, like that unyielding bright lights and then a banging knife sounds and more bangs and more knives and then ...
In then a scream so high-curdling stomach made her turn away, but he just stood in his corner.
He fidgeted with his fingers while several security guards and nurses and some doctors who stopped at the place vomiting at the entrance they cried and there was blood.
There was a dead man with his jugular cut off, and to top off with screams of agony from his colleagues, they ran into the room, violently opening the door and using a syringe.
And he was sedating the clown that fell on the floor and was dragged while the girl looked around her, saw a shadow beside him, an indistinct shadow of a man.
This one who staggered around him and thus followed the day full of policemen and so the joker was in his cell again ...
In a misty night forest and tall grass in a dense fog.
The stumbling race the woman ran between a ravine and other trees, stumbling over a rock ...
Then she tried to get up, crawling on her feet just to be shot.
Then, falling on the ground and trying to crawl, she received a club blow and over and over again the hooded figure beat and beat ...
Elsewhere at Arkham Asylum ...
A woman who had woken up several days from her catatonic state.
Pale enough to wake up, looking around as if it were the first time, and clear as a patient, not as a psychiatrist ...
The shadows and darkness had eyes ...
Beside him was a medical colleague he had a friendly appearance and so looking around and said.
- Do you remember anything? - Asked in his direction.
- What there was? - She asked ...
- Honey ... - Tried a psychiatrist ...
- Try ...
- You were catatonic. - It said ...
- Vaguely ... - While he approached her and putting his arm around her shoulder, accompanied by some security guards at the door that they were watching closely.
- Can you recap your last moments? - Asked looking directly into his eyes. - And watching your reactions.
- I was going to work, and then coming home and a moment later I came home ...
- You are trying to recap all that happened ... - He whispered turning his face towards the doctor.
- Yes, that's right, calm down. - He said while watching the woman.
- Backtrack, meditating and meditating ...
- I said. - Could not...
- Calm down. - She heard the man say trying to keep her calm. - Stroking your shoulders
- It couldn't happen - I ... did, didn't I ...?
She was swinging back and forth ..., she saw and did not see flash when she stabbed her husband with tears.
The tears that streamed from his face and so before doctor now patient.
In her delusions , she was being visited by a man in the shadows, raped them, bit her necks and scored by sinking her nails into the curve of her neck every day she dreamed every day.
When she screamed and the days that she was not sedated were counted, she was wearing Arkham's uniform, she found herself in her worst days, sitting in an isolated corner of the cafeteria, and was far away.
As for the fat and blond girl , she looked without looking at all , her eyes were not opened and thus she saw the woman who was raped a long time ago and the delusional woman who repeated ...
- It wasn't me ... It wasn't me ... - It's not my fault ... It doesn't exist and everything is a dream ...
Then, she saw her many days over and over without change the blonde girl turned her face and saw a small bent woman walking around approaching each of the women.
When they sat side by side without saying anything the copper-skinned woman was rocking back and forth ...
The white woman just murmured about her rapes, and the woman in her thirties just sat and listened to gray hair and a bleary look ...
- I'm sorry ... - Said the ex doctor.
- When I had the opportunity to help, I didn't help.
- Don't be sorry ... - He said between murmurs in Arkham nobody can help, he comes to visit me, said the redhead.
- He visits me every night ...
- Who visits you? - Asked the woman with gray hair and bent.
- My father, my father come to visit me every night, he comes to me and comes to visit me he always comes ...
- Your father ... - He repeated.
- But your father ... - He said.
- Her mother says that her father abandoned her many years ago, and her stepfather does not visit her. - Said
- He does not exist ... - Whispered the woman who swayed ...
- Likewise, your husband didn't either ... - She said.
- My father. - She said. - He's not human. - Completed.
- It's a demon he made a pact millions of years ago.
He said that every two hundred years , he must sacrifice two hundred maidens.
Of these 200 maidens, fifty of them are redheaded and fifty have blond hair, and one hundred of them have brown hair.
He said that when the hundredth red-haired woman arrives , she will laugh and take all the children of the women with fire-colored hair, that hell and we will be marked as a sacrifice ... - He said in a whisper.
- I can't escape from him I can't escape from him ...
- When it gets to the fifth twilight he'll laugh and put the seeds on me ... - And he would say.
- He knew that in all his victims and will eat the offspring that will be born there and all women, drink their blood and mark as sacrifices for the demons. - It said.
- He does not exist and everything is a nightmare ... - When in the meantime, he knew that everything should in his view be just a nightmare a woman, who simply went crazy and killed her husband it never happened ...
- I know, I hope everything is a nightmare ... - The lady said getting up and leaving ...
- I don't think it's a nightmare, I don't actually think it's just a sacrifice ... - Poison Ivy said.
Wearing his Arkham uniform looking out of the glass as he passed the hall.
- So what is it? - Asked the lady who was passing by.
- One of the doctors, I also believe that all this and guilt she must have discovered something that does not want to believe in a tantrum manipulated and created him.
Even this has led to this situation and is in denial, he prefers to stay here than accept the truth ... - He said.
"You are looking to make a collection of raped women ..." he said.
- You too? - Asked ... - When she turned away, without looking at him, she went out of sight and so the old woman went on her way reluctantly.
I was send the observed when the fat girl going with a time just sleepwalk enough to pass ...
A slender man with a long, thin nose was running towards a crime scene, and there were few times when he saw an indigent and nothing more than that and nothing.
Not even when someone who could recognize disfigured and naked he wore a black overcoat and black pants did he look around and see the police cars.
He knew times were tough for the police these days and even worse without Batman.
Since that day, with Wayne cutting back on Batman corporation funds.
While the man himself did not appear and no longer turned on the signal if the days were bad with him now it was worse without him, but they were not the same criminals.
They were not new, and worse, they weren't the Arkham freaks, but strangers ...
He looked towards an alley with an elongated shadow and so he looked and saw a little chubby girl passing by.
He saw them passing by as if only he could see her and so he followed her through the alley and into the darkness and soon left the morgue service for later ...
On the starry night outside this alley on the other side of the city.
It was a dark alley , where dumpsters were scattered , while a man ran between several overturned garbage cans and thus ran on an elongated leftover.
He saw that in front of him someone caught him , his eyes lost focus and he fell when a truncheon was delivered to his head.
Commissioner Gordon was in the morgue , looking at the bodies in total , they were all destitute , people that no one is supposed to remember or would look for.
Few other people , were affected by this autumn fog , he looked at each of the destitute unknown women.
What no one remembered and it stayed that way, he looked around with his cigarette and so he got angry, nothing could be said.
Of the cases of madness neither of these bodies nor of those who made them as if they had disappeared in the air ...
It was where historical archives and warehouses were kept, he saw the archives and thus looked at the municipal archive of the library where the history of births and weddings was kept.
From any and all saved files , he looked around and saw that the document room was filled to the feet of so many other papers.
There were those computers and several files scattered. If it was in alphabetical order, it was another story.
Beside his belt he saw pictures of missing women and children and so he saw more and more pictures in the municipal archives.
It was then that he saw in the library, he saw photos and histories and thus looking for the various files.
With that, the birth of the city came, then he looked at each data around him, he saw that in several types of data, old photos of small children, the same children.
At that moment there had been mysterious events , several disappearances , as if they never existed , he looked at weddings that several times wives and husbands whose only ties were delusional people in Arkham ...
It was the pictures of happy and joyful people , there were children, but there were no more memories, as after a while they no longer existed, as if they never existed after a certain age ...
While he looked around and saw symbols of the cases of missing persons, he periodically dated from the beginning of the colonization of the country, bordering five hundred years, some old cases shadows of the past.
They knew that they were seen , the various cases of Native American Indian folklore, were old cases of husbands who lost their wives, wives who dreamed that they had children who disappeared.