Carrying a backpack and ignoring the surveillance cameras everywhere in Arkham Asylum, Connors was as relaxed as if he were back home.
He first ran to the director's office of the mental hospital to take a hot bath, then rummaged through the drawers to find the map of this place.
Finally, he took the collection of cigars he had found in the director's office drawer and walked slowly toward the prison area where the prisoners were held.
Extremely dangerous prisoners such as the Joker and the Riddler were held in solitary confinement, not far from the ordinary prisoners.
After much deliberation, Connors finally chose an empty solitary cell. His little trick made the surveillance useless, and his lock-picking ability easily opened the heavy protection.
Then he took off the backpack behind him and opened it. It was what he brought from the Andrew Hotel: a complete set of clean bedding and toiletries. If conditions weren't so restrictive, he would have even liked to soak his feet.
The extreme physical fitness of human beings combined with his Spider-Sense allowed him to sleep without any psychological pressure.
As the prisoners were held in solitary confinement, the prison guards didn't conduct surprise inspections every one or two hours like they did for ordinary prisoners, to avoid accidents.
So he slept until dawn, until he was awakened by a noise coming from the solitary cell next door and the sound of something heavy hitting the ground.
"I slept comfortably, but there's no air conditioning…" Connors grumbled about the quality of his sleep last night.
Hearing the sounds of locks being unlocked outside, he guessed it was time for dinner, so he opened his cell as well.
The cell was empty; the guards knew it, and so did the prisoners in other cells. Hearing the sound, almost everyone turned their heads and saw Connors, dressed in a neat prison uniform, walking out with a mineral water bottle in one hand and a toothbrush in the other, with foam still on his lips.
Prison guard: "???"
Joker: "???"
Riddler, Scarecrow, Penguin: "???"
After brushing his teeth as if no one was around, Connors took out a wet coin and washed his face like a magic trick, yawned, and then greeted the stunned group of people: "Morning—we are all familiar people."
After that, seeing that these people were still in a daze, Connors walked towards a location he saw on the map last night, saying as he walked, "If you are not active in eating, you have a problem with your brain."
The prison guard wasn't a fool. At this time, he also knew that there was a problem in Arkham Asylum, and hurriedly took out the walkie-talkie: "Were there any more prisoners locked up last night?"
A voice came from the other end of the walkie-talkie: "No, Batman drove all night in Gotham last night and didn't catch any prisoners. I suspect he has emotional problems—uh, is there something wrong with the serious offender area?"
"Yes, a guy who has never been seen before came out of the cell originally prepared for Bane, and there was no lock on his body. He, he even brushed his teeth with mineral water!" The prison guard's voice was full of disbelief.
In the cafeteria of Arkham Asylum, Connors sat at an empty table with his plate. Soon, dozens of prison guards rushed in with shields and guns and surrounded Connors.
Three more prison guards came up to him, two of them holding guns and one holding an anklet, and asked sternly: "Who are you? Why are you here?"
Connors didn't resist, but cooperated by stretching his foot over and letting the other party put the anklet on him: "I was sent in by Batman last night, how could you forget?" The prison guards looked at each other, confused.
Soon, one of the prison guards slapped his head and said, "Oh, yes, he was indeed sent here by Batman yesterday. I don't know who was so careless." The other prison guards also showed a look of realization, and the tense atmosphere immediately relaxed.
Among the other prisoners who were watching the show with glee in the restaurant, someone laughed: "Hey, bro, these prison guards don't take you seriously at all. Maybe you should have escaped from prison last night."
"Shut up!" the prison guard shouted angrily.
Soon, the prison guards who were so aggressive just now left one after another, leaving only a part of them to prevent riots. He wasn't surprised at all that the prison guards believed his lies so easily.
[Today's juicy gossip: Selina's Windows]
[Gossip reward: Intermediate hypnosis]
He had only earned this small amount of "gossip" all day yesterday, but the reward was pretty good. It was precisely because of "Intermediate Hypnosis" that Connors came to Arkham Asylum with confidence.
As soon as the prison guards left, another group of people surrounded Connors.
The Joker put his pale palm on Connors's dining table and leaned over, his mouth almost grinning to his ears: "Welcome to Arkham, my friend…" The
Scarecrow stretched out his skinny long legs and stepped directly on the table: "Want breakfast? Five million dollars a time, kid." He was retaliating against Connors for asking for five million to open a lock.
After he finished speaking, Connors's plate was blown away. Fortunately, Connors was quick-witted and saved an egg.
The Riddler stood aside and spoke in a mysterious voice: "Now, let's guess a question. 'I can sneak up on you, or be right in front of you, and you won't even know it. But when I reveal myself, you will never be the same. What am I?'"
Connors pondered for a moment: "Cockroach?"
The Riddler opened his hands happily and laughed: "Wrong! It's betrayal! Hahahaha—when you helped Batman catch me, did you ever think that you would be betrayed by Batman? How does it feel to be sent here by him personally?"
"It's pretty good." Connors didn't know what the Riddler was so happy about. "Everyone here is talented and speaks well. I like it here very much."
"You like it here? I will let you stay here forever, like a rat in the sewer, never seeing the light of day."
A soft voice came. Connors was peeling eggs with his head down. At this time, he looked around and was confused: "Who is it? Who is talking?"
The Penguin was so angry that he jumped up and down: "It's me, it's me! Despicable villain, you messed up my Iceberg Lounge while I was away, I will definitely settle the score with you!"
The Scarecrow and the Riddler also began to get ready, the Joker chuckled on the side, and the other prisoners continued to watch the fun as if it was none of their business.
Connors quickly admitted his mistake: "I'm sorry, Mr. Ugly, Mr. crow, and everyone else. I was wrong before. Here, this is an egg I just peeled…" He stuffed the egg, which was peeled with holes and looked like it had been gnawed by a dog, and still had its shell on, into the Riddler's mouth, which was constantly chewing.
After stuffing it in his pocket, he took out the high-end cigar that he had taken from the director of the asylum's drawer last night, broke the seal with his bare hands, then took out a match to light it, and said comfortably, "I'm here to join you."
But he just sat in his seat puffing away, and the others stood beside him, and for a moment it was unclear who was joining whom.
Outside Arkham Asylum, Harley Quinn jumped onto the hood of Connors's muscle car parked there, carrying a large wooden hammer on her shoulder, looking very high-spirited.
She wore an open jacket over a tight vest, and the contrasting half-black and half-red colors matched with the collar around her neck and the hot pants on her lower body made Harley Quinn look heroic and cool. Her delicate facial features were no less than those of movie stars.
She had come to cause trouble, but her target wasn't Arkham Asylum but to destroy the Joker and his escape plan.
As one of the prisoners who escaped from Arkham before, Poison Ivy knew all of the Joker's plans, and now Harley knew them all too.
"Harley Quinn, come on! This is your first battle to make a name for yourself. Gotham's highways will soon be named after you!" Harley Quinn said to herself, then got into the muscle car and crashed into the gate of Arkham Asylum.
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