Chapter 183 Arkham Daily Life (Part 3)_2

"Alright, then we'll take matters into our own hands. But things like cracked corners are minor issues, the biggest problem is that we don't have enough wards."

Brand let out a sigh, he obviously knew this.

The history of Arkham Mental Hospital is long. When this building was initially constructed, Gotham didn't have such a large population. The hospital's capacity is limited. Even with Shiller running a big cycle of medical parole and parole from prison, the wards are still overcrowded.

The primary conflict of Arkham Mental Hospital now is between the outdated facilities and the increasing money-making needs of the Mob Bosses.

After Gotham went through a disaster, this conflict became even more prominent. The logistics facilities are in the process of being rebuilt, most of the Mob bosses are free and what could be a better place than the Arkham Club?

Here, they reorganize their industries, exchange resources, build circles, and expand their contacts to prepare for future development.

Everyone exchanges information and progresses according to different levels of circles. If you don't join quickly, you won't even get a sip of soup when the real work starts.

Especially since Jack returned to the mental hospital, he's really a troublesome fellow. Cobbleport, Evans, and Jack, the three of them, are like fire and water.

Cobbleport and Evans can barely stay in the same room, but it's not the case when Alberto comes out. When future Penguin Man Cobbleport and the Joker are in the same room, the two often fight because of their different worldviews.

Cobbleport belongs to the lawful evil in Gotham, simply put, he is not crazy enough. Actually, the original Penguin Man was also like that, running a big restaurant, laughing and talking with the Mob bosses, and even becoming the mayor. This is a normally abnormal promotion path in Gotham, completely different from the Joker's chaotic evil.

So Cobbleport thinks that the Joker is a complete madman, unable to communicate, and the Joker thinks that Cobbleport is a stupid person, not different from those Mob bosses, staying with him for an extra second is an insult to him.

Cobbleport disdains to reason with a madman, and the Joker is too lazy to talk to a fool, so their way of resolving disputes is to fight.

Both of them are not very strong. Cobbleport, not to mention, has a small figure and not much strength. The Joker is a bit insane because of his brain, so he fights chaotically. The two can always fight evenly matched, ending up bloody and bound to a hospital bed, staring at each other.

As for the Joker and Evans, they have a huge disagreement in terms of artistic understanding. The two mainly quarrel, mainly because Evans doesn't like to fight, and Jack can't beat Evans at all, so their way of arguing has become singing opera sections to each other.

If one says that what Evans sings can be considered melodious, then Jack's singing level is so bad that even Batman would be stunned.

As long as the two of them share a ward, the letters of complaint about noise and disturbance would be sent to Shiller's office like snowflakes.

So these three people must have a ward each.

The wards were initially scarce and these three profitless patients have to occupy one ward each. Shiller has been upset with them for a long time. But alas, these three people all have legitimate reasons.

Cobbleport was previously knifed a few times by Evans, he was truly severely injured, letting him be discharged now is somewhat inhumane.

The contradiction between Evans and his father has not been completely resolved, Alberto resolutely refuses to return to Falcone Manor, and the Godfather has no intention of picking up his son, so things can only drag on.

Because Batman is busy with classes and has nothing to do, and considering Gordon's mental health and work stress, Jack can only linger here.

It was another afternoon after Shiller just had lunch. Jack stood on the balcony of the 7th floor of Arkham Asylum with one foot over the railing.

Inside the room, Bruce, Evans, and Cobbleport were standing there. Evans said to Jack, "Let's talk it out, can you come back from there first? If you fall, the Professor will definitely be very angry."

Bruce was just here to hand over the gang work with Evans. He didn't know the thrilling events that happened inside Arkham Mental Hospital during this period, so he turned his head and asked Evans, "What's going on? Why does he want to jump off the building?"

"Can't you see yet?" Cobbleport sitting on the hospital bed beside said to Bruce, "He's mad, and he's having an episode."

Evans was still trying to persuade Jack, "This is the 7th floor, if you let yourself fall like this, your head will definitely hit the ground first, brain pulp and blood will dirty a large piece of the ground, the Professor will have to pay a lot of cleaning fees, he will definitely be very angry."

Cobbleport also said, "The ground underneath is all brick road, blood splashed into it is very difficult to clean, you will have to lift all the bricks. If you dare to do so, I have no doubt he will give you a funeral full of the smell of money."

A troubled expression appeared on Jack's face, he said, "Will he carry my coffin to the center of a group of Mob bosses, then let them read the memorial for me? Let you, this stupid, give me flowers, let that man with no music taste sing me a song? Goodness Gracious! He's a Devil!"

"But do you think I will be afraid?!" Jack pats the railing hard, saying like he's declaiming, "Brave Jack will not fear the Devil, I am going to prove it to you all, I am the Arkham Knight!"

With that, he leaned hard towards the left and fell straight down, Bruce rushed to the balcony in two steps, only to see Jack floating in mid-air. Shiller was below, extending a hand and, with an annoyed face, tossing him aside.

Jack, who fell to the ground, was rolling around laughing, he said, "Hahahahaha! Normal people, you said you are a normal person. Hahahaha, this joke is really hilarious, I must listen to it again tomorrow. Hahahaha!"

Evans looked back at the calendar, then glanced at Cobbleport and said, "Wanna make a bet, will there be a 15th time this week?"

Cobbleport got up and walked out of the room, intending to return to his own ward. He said, "I bet there will definitely be more than 20 times."

Only Bruce, standing on the balcony, looking back at Evans and Cobbleport, then lowering his head to look at Shiller and Jack. The breeze on the balcony messed up his hair, and he murmured softly:

"...Am I going mad?"