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He looked at Tian Xiaoban with pleading eyes.

Tian Xiaoban spoke up at the right moment: "My train is very big, it can fit everyone. So don't worry about not having a seat."

As for safety, I can guarantee that you are absolutely safe on the train! But I cannot guarantee that once you get off the train.

Because every universe has its own unique characteristics, it's entirely possible that you might encounter some evil entity as soon as you step outside, leading to terrible misfortune!

"Heavy Gift Crab, you didn't tell me there was such a danger!?"

Nightwing looked terrified. He was most afraid of bad luck; being plagued by misfortune was like being in hell.

Raven hesitated. She didn't want to be unlucky, because if she was unlucky, she would run into that damned devilish father, San Gong Mo, or his cultists.

Except for Xinghuo, who didn't care, everyone else looked hesitant.

Everyone has their own troubles, and when bad luck strikes, those troubles are magnified. Nobody wants to suffer that kind of misfortune!

"Hahahaha...you guys are really easy to fool!"

Tian Xiaoban burst into laughter. Seeing their conflicted expressions made her feel inexplicably happy.

Nightwing punched him in the chest: "This is no laughing matter. You've never seen what it's like when someone is down on their luck."

"Haha, maybe. Everyone, feel free to come along, don't worry."

I promise that after taking you on a trip to the next world, I will bring you back.

Of course, the prerequisite for your safe return is that you listen to me! Otherwise, if you go and do something reckless, I can't save you.

Just like you can't save someone who wants to commit suicide.

Spark retorted, "Hey bro, stop scaring them. I can stop someone who wants to commit suicide. Raven should be able to too."

"Huh? Uh...maybe." Raven said uncertainly.

Perhaps it was because she talked to the staff for a long time yesterday that her personality reverted to its previous gloomy state.

"By the way, Ban, when do we leave?"

The Wild Boy, always somewhat natural and familiar, put his arm around Tian Xiaoban's shoulder and asked when they would be leaving.

Tian Xiaoban shrugged: "I don't care, I can leave anytime, but I need to take Batman's parents with me."

"Why!" Nightwing and Batman asked almost simultaneously.

"Because they don't belong here yet, I'm going to send them back."

Tian Xiaoban didn't say much, letting them guess as they pleased.

It doesn't really matter. It's like Flashpoint's Cyborg. After the world restarts, these people are "redundant" and can be arranged however Tian Xiaoban wants.

He already had a plan for this couple.

Tian Xiaoban said to Ye Yi, "Just ask the couple when they plan to leave!"

"okay, I get it."

Nightwing nodded and agreed.

Chapter 221 The Good Friday of Gotham's Talents

Today, a new guest arrived at Arkham Asylum.

Bruce Wayne brought Martha from a parallel universe here for treatment, and Thomas Wayne also went along. Alfred was in charge of driving.

Arkham Asylum has the best medical equipment in all of Gotham, especially the equipment for treating Joker gas. If it's second to none, no one would dare to claim to be first.

Because there is a resident experimenter here year-round, the Joker. Although he is the one being studied, it is precisely because of the Joker's existence that the research on Joker's poison gas and the treatment techniques of Arkham Asylum are so unparalleled.

Okay, so basically, after Martha found out that there was a Joker here, she cried, made a scene, and even threatened to hang herself, wanting to come and meet the Joker of this world.

Thomas was also curious about what the clowns of this world would be like, so today's start was to take Martha to Arkham Asylum to visit her fellow patients.

……

Early that morning, the director of Arkham Asylum received a call from Alfred, and he was so excited he felt like he was about to ascend to heaven.

Good heavens! The big boss has finally remembered his business and is coming to inspect it!

Since Arkham Asylum was acquired by Wayne Enterprises, the Gotham Police Department and Batman have been the most frequent visitors.

Especially that damn Batman, who treats this place like his home, coming and going again and again, transforming it into the way he wants it to be.

This place doesn't look like a hospital at all; it's practically a prison!

The poor director reports Batman's actions to Wayne Enterprises every day, but no one listens to him. It's as if no one cares about Arkham Asylum except for the GCPD and Batman.

The director of Arkham Asylum was incredibly excited when the big boss came for a surprise inspection today.

……

Ten minutes after the phone call ended, Wayne's car was already parked outside. Alfred got out of the driver's seat and opened the door for them.

When three people got out of the car, the director of Arkham Asylum immediately had a bad feeling.

'Could it be that Boss Wayne is planning to move here permanently?'

It's no wonder the dean thinks that way. Anyone in Gotham knows that every rich person in Gotham is mentally unstable. The biggest difference between them and psychopaths is that they're not locked up.

The boss inspected the mental hospital, bringing his own people with him. The hospital director guessed that there was a high probability he wanted to send someone in.

"Tsk, damn rich people."

He muttered something under his breath, then greeted her with a smile.

"Mr. Wayne, Mr. Wayne, welcome to Arkham Asylum!"

"Well, although my welcome is very unlucky, you wouldn't want us patients to come out and greet you, would you?"

The dean's supposedly humorous question failed to amuse anyone; Bruce and the others all wore tense expressions, looking at everything with disdain.

"Ahem, sorry, I've been here too long and haven't been talking much. Please come in, all four of you. We can talk as we walk."

Upon entering Arkham Asylum, Thomas realized that it resembled a prison more than his own Arkham Asylum.

The walls, over five meters high, were deliberately surrounded by barbed high-voltage power lines. This is even more outrageous than a prison for serious offenders.

“Oh, sir.” The asylum director, with keen insight, walked over and began to introduce him:

"Our wall is only three meters high, but as you know, every patient in Arkham Asylum has a special skill. A three-meter-high wall is too low for them; they can escape in a minute!"

So we spent a huge sum of money, oh, mainly, through investments from our new boss, Mr. Bruce's company, to successfully increase the size of our wall by two meters!

Hehe, unless the patients suddenly mutate and grow wings, they definitely won't be able to escape!

The warden's tone carried a hint of pride; after all, the guys he could imprison were truly formidable! They were all notorious ruthless figures in Gotham.

The fact that they were able to hold such criminals truly demonstrates just how reliable Arkham Asylum's facilities are!

Thomas said in his voice, which was damaged by smoking and drinking, "No matter how high the wall is, it's useless. We might as well install machine guns on it and sweep anyone who tries to break through."

"what?"

The director of Arkham Asylum had never heard such a brilliant suggestion before. This was the way a normal person should think! These lunatics should just die; keeping them around was a waste of food!

Unfortunately, the suggestion to install a machine gun clashed greatly with Batman's beliefs, putting the asylum's management in a difficult position.

"Sir, it's not that we don't want to install machine guns, but Batman requires them to live and face legal judgment. It's a difficult situation for us too!"

Moreover, you may not know this, but Batman comes here for a cameo every few days, treating this place like his own home!

Furthermore, the prisoners were brought in by Batman and the GCPD together, so if anything goes wrong, we'll also bear responsibility.

What the asylum director didn't say was that these days it's getting harder and harder for hospitals to recruit staff, and Arkham Asylum is severely understaffed.

If a machine gun like this is left outside, someone has to guard it. Otherwise, if these lunatics take it apart one day and turn around to kill the caregivers, that would be a disaster.

They walked and talked as they entered the sanatorium.

Passing through the general area, this is where the caregivers live. Arkham Asylum's 24-hour maintenance is no joke.

They bypassed this area and entered the intensive care unit!

This place is less like a sanatorium and more like a prison cell, with three cameras installed in each individual cell to ensure that the people inside are always under the hospital's surveillance.

Bruce Wayne, with a cold expression, led the way, passing one person after another whom he had brought in.

The criminals initially thought a new inmate had arrived, but they were quite surprised when they saw Bruce Wayne's face, which they saw in the newspaper every day.

"Wow, it's the super-rich Bruce Wayne! He actually came to Arkham? That's like the sun rising in the west!"

"Hahaha, he's not mentally ill, is he? Batman's going to lock him up, isn't he?! Hahahaha..."

"It's hard to say. I heard that when he was a child, he witnessed his parents die in front of him. Ho ho ho ho, who knows if he's a psychopath!"

Bruce paused, his gaze turning icy as he looked at the person who had just mocked him.

“Jervis Teach…the Madman, right?”

His cold expression gradually became lively and sarcastic: "I'm the owner of Arkham Asylum. If you don't want your life to get better, then keep talking!"

Bruce Wayne put on the classic ugly face of a rich playboy, showing an attitude that said: I am the boss who manages the money, and you won't have a good time if you don't please me.

The madman wanted to retort with a few more sarcastic remarks, but the director of the asylum was getting impatient.

"Oh shit! Get out of here, your outdoor time is over for today! Go stand in the corner and reflect on your actions!"

Oh, Mr. Bruce, calm down. Please don't cut off our funding because of some lunatics! Our equipment requires a lot of money to operate.

If there's a funding shortfall, all the equipment in the mental hospital will stop working, and oh dear, those lunatics might very well escape!

The asylum director was sweating profusely with anxiety; he was the most dedicated director of Arkham Asylum in history.

Most importantly, he was genuinely terrified! If these facilities for detaining mentally ill people were to shut down due to a lack of funds, he, the director, would surely be torn to pieces by these unleashed lunatics!

For the sake of our lives, we absolutely, absolutely cannot let this rich old man act rashly and lose his temper!

And that damned Mad Hatter! He has no sense at all, daring to offend the asylum's sugar daddy! Tonight, we have to find someone to beat him up and vent our anger. Then let all the inmates know that because of a few words from a madman, they almost lost their after-dinner "dessert"! I'm sure the hot-tempered inmates will give the Mad Hatter a good beating.

"It's alright, I won't stop the funding here. Take us to find the Joker."

"Huh? This..."

The dean started sweating: "Mr. Wayne, the Joker is the most dangerous criminal here. He's brutal, ferocious, and insane—extremely dangerous. Maybe we should just let it go."

He was really afraid that something might happen to this rich guy here! If that happened, he, the hospital director, might be the one locked up here.