Blackgate Prison, Psychiatric Ward.
In fact, the prisoners transferred from Arkham are doing pretty well.
These prisoners can actually be divided into four categories: people with physical mutations for various reasons, such as Poison Ivy, Clayface, Killer Croc, etc.; perverted killers who have no physical problems but problems in their brains, such as Mr. Zasse; various high-IQ "talents", masters of chemistry, physics, and psychology, including Professor Pig-faced, Riddler, and Firefly; in addition to the above three, there are psychopaths who are addicted to crime...Isn't the ugly girl included?
And because they are dangerous and abnormal, the prison has to lock them all up in solitary confinement. It is almost impossible to put them in the same cage. If they were to be put in the same cage, it would be like raising pigs.
So, first of all, the Arkham criminals have separate cells. These cells are embedded in the concrete walls, and one side is thick bulletproof glass. There is a control panel in front of the glass. In order to ensure the safety of the prison guards, the prisoners' food is put in from above through the control panel and then taken away. And because there are masters of psychology among them, they are not allowed to talk to the prisoners.
...Even for psychiatrists, it would be dangerous to talk to these criminals. The most famous example is Dr. Harleen Quinzel, who was transformed from a clown to a clown, and now the clown Harley Quinn.
If you need to communicate with the prisoner - for example, to extract a confession, you can press the button on the console to transmit your voice into the room through the communicator, and the room is very soundproof.
There was once a novelist who wanted to find a suitable place to lock himself up and write novels, so he chose to come to the Arkham ward. Sure enough... he went crazy soon, but he continued to write novels and successfully became a best-selling novelist. After Arkham was bombed, mental patients like them were transferred to the Gotham City Center Hospital.
The cells in the psychiatric ward of Blackgate Prison are actually supported by Arkham Asylum. The prisoners are used to living there anyway, right?
After reaching a cooperation with Poison Ivy, the ugly girl was transferred to a cell deep in the psychiatric ward. There, although the room did not change much, there were fewer roommates in the entire space, and there would be no one else directly opposite her. Vivi didn't know if this made the cell environment better, but Poison Ivy was satisfied anyway.
"To be honest, I really don't understand." Currently, all the glass is one-way glass, and the prisoners in the cell cannot see them. Weiwei frowned, "Since some of them are poison masters, some have extremely high medical talents, some can make weapons and even special armor by themselves, and some can come up with exquisite killing methods, but they all became criminals..."
She stood outside Solomon Grandy's cell and knocked on the glass, but the "weird guy" sitting inside did not move.
Even with cells, the prison still needs other methods to control certain special "patients". For example, the one in front of us is a zombie. His body has been transformed into the monster-like appearance it is today by various chemical drugs, but it also gives him monster-like strength and self-healing ability. He is immortal, invulnerable to knives and guns, immune to damage, and has his own thinking.
So he's sitting there with this mind controller on his head.
"...He must be very good at moving bricks!"
Tim glanced at her. "No normal person would think of asking him to move bricks. Controlling the Arkham criminals is like controlling a powerful army. If all of them escape, then Gotham will definitely become a hell on earth."
Directly behind them was the Clayface, or rather, a row of Clayfaces—
These are criminals who have mutated for various reasons and have the ability to transform their bodies into clay. Some of them have merged with special soil minerals, some have soaked in special mud pools - Weiwei suspects that it is alien soil, some have used medication incorrectly due to illness, and their bodies have mutated under the effects of the drugs, and some have been transformed by technology. There are five people in total.
Weiwei sighed, "It would be nice if they could do greening with Poison Ivy."
Tim stood behind her with his hands clasped across his chest, staring at the back of Vivi's head and smiling silently.
"Then do as you wish," he said.
He suddenly understood Mr. C's thoughts. Just like after humans created robots, they produced a lot of literature about robots rebelling against humans. For a creator like him, dominating his creations was the most boring thing. What he wanted to do more was perhaps not to dominate, but to wait for his creations to rebel against him.
...boring and condescending thoughts.
He gave her the value of life, then dangerous power, powerful talent, pure thoughts, the grace of immortality, and then slowly waited for her to be dyed into other appearances. Gotham is a dangerous city. All people, countless people, like Clayface, Firefly, and Poison Ivy - they experienced "a bad day", and then they were changed by this city.
This is the game, Mr. C is waiting for the day when his creation will be changed, creatures like them can wait for many years for the fun of this day, raise her, favor her for many years... like the penguin man, it is just a dessert before dinner, a gift for the little girl.
Tim frowned as he thought of the stained corpse in the sewer and the gargoyles that had snatched the corpse away.
The footsteps of a third person were heard in the room. The warden of Blackgate Prison, Ms. Bella Betiven, walked in, put her hand on Vivi's shoulder, and looked at Tim with a smile. There seemed to be some tacit understanding between her and Vivi. The girl looked up at her and didn't move.
Bella: "The hypodermic remote-controlled bombs purchased by the prison have arrived. You can take away three types of prisoners. After the bomb is injected, they can be controlled by the fear of death. Because there is a demand, we can trade them."
She opened the door for the two to act, but this was also for the mayor's sake. The woman in front of him was able to face Killer Crocodile and Black Mask head-on, and had superb fighting skills. Tim's hand was already on his short stick. This was just his usual vigilance. He asked, "What about the third option?"
"The criminals controlled by the THE1 drug," the woman chuckled. "I'm sure you've already investigated the truth. Whenever Batman returns to his Batcave, he'll know what I'm using to control the criminals... Don't look at me with such vigilant eyes, vigilante. I've only used THE1 to control less than 200 people before, all of them were murderers. I'm sure they killed innocent people, not out of revenge, and the prisoners have no guilt. Criminals rarely do their best when they work, so it's better to promote it in prison and let them play their remaining value under the effect of the drug."
——THE1 drug, which makes the sound of two pieces of glass rubbing against each other, can turn the person injected with the drug into a puppet, but if they are stimulated by strong pain, they will wake up, and the sound of glass breaking can turn them back into a puppet.
"These criminals have no rights here, but..." Bella threw the glass to him, "I know you have the antidote."
She left the choice up to the vigilante.
The warden left, and Tim put the glass away, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "I hope all the glass in Blackgate Prison can be replaced with stainless steel."
"Huh?" Weiwei didn't expect that this would be his first sentence.
"Because if the prisoners find out about this, they might take the opportunity to start a riot. I mean, after most of the serious criminals have been injected with drugs," Tim laughed, "Why are you looking at me like that? Even if it's Batman, if Chou didn't play the game of choosing between two options and didn't die in front of him, he wouldn't save Chou."
Tim handed the glass to Weiwei with a complicated expression, as if he was handing over something, and said, "Sorry."
The boy was rarely confused. "Vigilance police won't use bombs buried under the skin to control criminals, because they are destined not to press the detonator. Maybe I shouldn't have let you bring me here in the first place, because the way vigilantes handle things is different from that of prison police, or other people..."
He seemed to be lost in thought, and then he said, "Weiwei, the path you want to take may not be the path that all of us have taken. Batman doesn't kill people, and neither do I, because we don't have the right to kill people. But you are surrounded by people like the warden and the mayor. You may be destined to take a different path from everyone else, and not be Gotham's vigilante 'Night Watch'."
He said: "—I will watch you."
He would not let Mr. C seduce Vivi to fall, nor would he let the city hurt her, but she did not choose the same path as him. He would watch all of this, and he would pay attention to the "transformation" of Poison Ivy and other criminals, but if it was not within his scope of responsibility, he would not choose to take action.
Robin threw out the hook and flipped out from above. Through the window, he could be seen gliding in the silent night sky with his cape spread out. Weiwei stared at the ventilation duct and said to herself, "It's time to change the ventilation method and block the place where people can pass through."
Hopefully this time, Robin won't be sent home by the gargoyles.
As she walked towards the door, Poison Ivy, who was waiting at the door, sneered and raised her hand to pinch Weiwei's face. Her voice was like a swimming poisonous snake: "You are really a crazy little knight. You asked me to plant flowers, but didn't you think that I would poison the plants?"
Poison Ivy is called Poison Ivy because she is not only good at controlling plants, but also can extract toxins from plants. The gas she exhales alone can poison and kill people. She is the famous rose with thorns in Gotham. However, Weiwei grabbed her wrist and wrapped a flower of evil thoughts around her arm: "I would rather you poison your Arkham Engineering team and control them to do their work. Even if they die, I won't feel bad. Murderers must be prepared to be killed."
"I'll be ready when I kill the guy who experimented on me, kid," Poison Ivy said with a bored expression after seeing Vivi's reaction. "So are you ready?"
Weiwei glanced at her.
What preparations does she need to make?
——She had been killed long ago.
…
At five in the morning, car after car drove out of Blackgate Prison. The prison guards driving the cars had tense back muscles and got out of the cars quickly after driving to their destination, as if they were transporting some terrible monster instead of prisoners.
Weiwei checked the main missions. After joining Arkham Talent, the estimated completion speed of the missions increased greatly. It is believed that the roses from the Rose Garden will bloom all over the streets of Gotan soon.
After she acquired the manor, the gold mall almost turned into a botanical garden, refreshing a lot of plant seeds. Weiwei turned back to the calendar and started buying items in bulk.
The plants will grow normally after transplanting, but if planted in the garden, they will grow successfully in three days, and, according to Poison Ivy, "The little cuties won't respond to me, what did you do?"
Of course they didn't respond to her. After all, these were seeds produced by the game system, growing in the system's rose garden. It would be unscientific if they were seduced away by Poison Ivy.
However, with the help of props, the East District will be more suitable for growing roses. I wonder how this "more suitable" will manifest?
Vivi thought about it, and scanned the evil flower - this is a flower that can grow without soil. The one on Poison Ivy's arm was just like the rose and didn't want to pay attention to her, but she liked this special plant very much, so she always carried it with her, which made it convenient for Vivi to monitor it - and then scanned another tree produced by the system.
Weiwei waved her hand and bought a thousand [Colorful Street Trees].
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