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In just a few months, with Depp's help, he actually went from a down-on-his-luck gangster to the king of Gotham's underworld.

And soon, he will become the mayor of Gotham City and restore the glory of the Cobbard family!

This is absolutely incredible!

Especially during the mayoral campaign, Oswald had never experienced such a wonderful start!

From the very beginning, Oswald had a higher approval rating than everyone else, and now, with nearly three times the approval rating of the second-place guy, he felt like he was dreaming.

He had taken the oath of office and delivered his inaugural address countless times in his dreams; he longed for this moment so much.

Oswald lay on his bed, rolling around and grinning foolishly, as if the outcome was already decided, unaware that his greatest adversary was about to appear.

In Arkham Asylum, the Joker's arrival brought new life to the once lifeless asylum.

However, some people were not happy. The Electrocutor felt that the Joker had stolen his thunder.

Especially after talking to the Joker, he discovered that the guy was actually Depp's ultimate admirer.

This made the Electrocutioner even more unhappy. He looked at the Scarecrow and Hugo Strange, who had been brainwashed by him, and decided to take action against the Joker tonight!

Chapter 113 King of Arkham

The night was dark and the wind was high. One by one, the lights in Arkham Asylum went out.

When it was time to go to sleep and turn off the lights, all the patients returned to their wards.

The person being electrocuted, lying on the bed, was calculating the time when he suddenly jumped off the bed and opened the door to the room.

The completely brainwashed Scarecrow Jonathan and Hugo Strange, along with an Arkham Asylum psychiatrist in a white coat, were already waiting outside the door.

Seeing this, the person being electrocuted nodded, put his hands behind his back, and walked out of the ward.

"It seems my electrotherapy brainwashing technique has become quite mature. That's really good."

The electrocutioner, lost in his own reverie, walked toward the door of ward 0135, the room of Mr. Freeze, Victor.

He placed the electrotherapy device on the doorknob, and as the current increased, the doorknob quickly turned red and softened.

Then, the person being electrocuted gestured with his lips.

Hugo Strange, who was standing nearby, immediately understood and kicked the door open with his muscular body.

Although the banging on the door was loud, this was Arkham Asylum, and it was not surprising that people would smash the door with their heads every night.

The Mr. Freeze, dressed in a cryogenic suit, looked puzzled, unsure why these people had suddenly barged into his room.

Before he could ask any questions, Hugo and Jonathan stuffed socks into his mouth and dragged him out of the ward without saying a word.

He tried to resist, but the psychologist at the door injected him with a tranquilizer.

With Mr. Freeze strapped to the ward, which had been converted into a private electrotherapy room, he began searching for his next target.

The clown in room 3274.

Using the same method, they broke down the door. The clown, wearing a cute nightcap, looked like he hadn't woken up yet, as if he had just fallen asleep and was woken up by these guys.

He rubbed his eyes, still half asleep, and said, "Hmm, who came to visit?"

"That idiot!"

The electrician cursed and immediately ordered Jonathan and Hugo to pull the clown off the bed.

Similarly, after a sedative injection, the Joker seemed to slowly stop struggling.

In the electrotherapy room, looking at the Joker and Mr. Freeze tied to the bed, the Electrocution Man sneered:

"Ha, anyone who likes Depp is either an idiot or a clown."

He thought for a moment and decided to start today's electrotherapy brainwashing course with the clown.

Who made this guy so arrogant?

The electrocutioner stood to the left of the clown's head, turned on the electrotherapy device, and pressed it onto the clown's temple.

The brainwashed psychologist, holding a syringe, was intently focused, ready to give the person on the bed a sedative booster at any moment.

As for Jonathan and Hugo, they stood stiffly on either side of the door, looking exactly like bodyguards.

The electrotherapy device buzzed on the clown's temples, and the reddened temples even emitted a smell of roasted meat.

"You are the most patient person I have ever met!"

The electrician said approvingly, "It's an honor that you're about to become my friend forever!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the clown lying on the bed immediately opened his eyes, grinned with his bright red mouth, and said, "Really? Can we really be friends forever?"

The clown, with his hands bound to his sides, skillfully pulled two playing cards from his pockets.

Then, with a forceful flick of his two fingers holding the playing card, the card spun like a throwing knife and shot towards the guys on either side.

"This is a gift for a friend!"

One of the playing cards pierced the neck of the brainwashed psychiatrist.

Blood gushed from the psychiatrist's neck instantly. He clutched his bleeding neck and collapsed to his knees, clearly not going to make it.

Another playing card was stuck diagonally into the electrocution device hanging around the neck of the electrocution victim, and crackling sounds of electricity rang out; the device was as broken as it could possibly be.

Seeing this, the electrician shouted, "Jonathan, Hugo! You two idiots, come in and help!"

Upon hearing this, Jonathan and Hugo, who were standing at the door, immediately opened the door and rushed in.

The clown then pulled out two more playing cards and flicked them forward with two fingers.

The playing cards spun forward in a strange manner, but when they had flown less than a meter, they made a sharp turn in the air and flew back.

The returning playing cards circled right around the clown's belt.

With a thud, the smoothly cut leather belt fell to the ground.

Seeing this, Jonathan pursed his lips and blew a puff of yellow fear gas at the clown who had already stood up.

After the series of events that followed, Jonathan's body has undergone a severe mutation. He is now not only completely immune to the fear gas, but he can also synthesize the fear gas himself.

Of course, if he drinks some special chemicals, his body will synthesize fear gas faster, the concentration of fear gas will be higher, and the effect will be better.

Seeing this, the clown immediately sucked in the toxic gas of fear that Jonathan had exhaled.

Then, to Jonathan's astonishment, he turned and spat the toxic gas of fear he had been holding in his mouth onto Hugo Strange's face.

Hugo Strange, having inhaled the fear gas, immediately took a few steps back in terror, then squatted on the ground and began to weep bitterly.

Without the fear gas, Jonathan was no different from an ordinary person. He was kicked in the stomach by the Joker and knelt on the ground, clutching his stomach.

Upon seeing this, the electrician immediately said, "I think this must be a misunderstanding. We can talk this over."

"Oh right, it really was a misunderstanding."

The clown knocked out the electric man's front tooth with a single punch, then shook his hand and said, "What do you want to talk about? How about whether my fist tastes good?"

The next day, when hospital staff found the psychiatrist dead in his room, it was already noon.

The security guards and nurses disgustedly carried the psychiatrist's body out, and they even spat on him.

Working in Arkham, doctors are far more likely to die than patients, so they've long been used to it.

Moreover, since the murderer is mentally ill, there is no way to pursue further accountability; at most, the murderer's detention period can be extended by a few years.

Unfortunately, whether a patient is confined to Arkham Asylum for five or ten years makes little difference to them.

During lunch break, in Arkham's free room, the Joker sat on a chair with his legs propped up on the table, asserting his domineering status to everyone.

Jonathan and Hugo stood on either side of him, while the Electrocutioner stood directly behind him, attentively massaging his shoulders.

Pamela Eisley, whose hair is covered in naturally growing green leaves, is massaging the Joker's legs.

They and the surrounding Arkham patients stared expressionlessly at the kneeling man in front of them, without a trace of pity.

Who told this big oaf to dare go against the clown?

As for Mr. Freeze, he is the only one who has the right to sit next to the Joker.

Because he kept praising Mr. Depp, the Joker completely agreed.

The Joker quickly established himself as the king of Arkham Asylum, and he is now the undisputed King of Arkham.

In a place like Arkham, perhaps only the most extreme madness can win everyone's fear and submission.

However, the patient's situation doesn't seem to affect the hospital staff much. Their biggest headache right now is finding a decent psychologist.

Therefore, they sought help from various hospitals in Gotham.

Finally, at Gotham Central Hospital, a psychiatrist agreed to transfer to Arkham Asylum.

Chapter 114 Hey, little girl!

The Joker had a very comfortable time at Arkham Asylum.

Every day, someone would share the best parts of his meals with him, someone would give him a massage every day, and everyone would listen to him and obey his every word.

But for some reason, the clown found all the guys here incredibly boring.

"These guys are so boring, they can't compare to Little Bat!" The Joker ate his lunch fruit from the Electrocution Man's meal in his hospital room. He looked down and said, "By the way, what's your name?"

Poison Ivy, who was massaging her legs, looked up, licked her lips, and said, "Pamela Lillian Aisley, you can just call me Pamela."

“Your name is really troublesome to pronounce!” The clown ruffled Pamela’s orange-red hair with leaves on it and said, “How about I give you a new name? From now on, you’ll be called… Poison Ivy, what do you say?”

Poison Ivy... Pamela's eyes lit up, and she smiled, saying, "I like this name, so I'll be called Poison Ivy from now on. Poison Ivy, what a cool nickname!"

Upon hearing this, the Joker patted the obedient Pamela's hair and said, "Well... Poison Ivy, could you please get out of here? I want to be alone for a while."

Upon hearing this, Poison Ivy shrugged and left the Joker's hospital room.

"I thought this girl would be different, but she's just another boring one."

As the clown grumbled, the door to the hospital room opened again.

"Didn't I tell you to get lost? What's wrong with you?!"

However, the woman peeking out from the doorway was not the Poison Ivy from before, but a female doctor with dazzling golden hair.

When she heard the clown's words, she immediately frowned and glared at him, then went into the room and slammed the door shut.