Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"...The most important thing is to have empathy for patients. They are normal people just like us. They are just slightly different. I am very opposed to calling them crazy. They are just sick. And we

It's a doctor."

On the podium, the teacher is talking.

He Shenyan appeared in a classroom. He looked around and saw that the seats were full and filled with people. But except for one girl, everyone's faces were blurred.

The blond girl was sitting in the corner of the classroom. She was wearing loose and unfitting clothes, all black, and even her blond hair was tucked into a hat. She seemed to want to disappear from the world, trying hard

Don't draw any attention to yourself.

She is writing notes.

The speed was very fast, and every word the teacher said was written down by her.

The picture changes again.

She graduated, walked out of school with her belongings, and stood on the street feeling confused. While staying at home, a phone call changed her destiny. It was an employment notice from the school. Her grades were too good, so she was recommended.

She went to Arkham Asylum for an internship. The salary was high, and for her, there was no other choice.

Therefore, Harleen Quinzel, who completed her PhD at the age of only twenty-two, entered Arkham Asylum and served as a psychiatrist here.

He Shenyan saw her walking through the dark corridors of Arkham wearing a white coat. The prisoners in the cells would deliberately whistle when they saw her passing by, and even say some obscene and disgusting words. The guards not only did not stop them, but also

Join them in giving Harleen that disgusting look.

She had no choice but to hold the information in her arms tightly and walk faster and faster until she reached the end of the corridor and opened the door. A man with green hair and pale skin sat in the darkness, staring at her.

The first sight made her heart beat fast.

His pupils were just small dots, with nothing in them, just nothingness. He sat there calmly, appearing indifferent even though Harleen had pulled out a chair and sat across from him. Harleen couldn't guess what he was thinking.

, the so-called psychological techniques are completely useless, it can only be seen from his expression that he is thinking about something now.

He was obviously looking at Harleen, but the girl had an intuition in her heart that he was not looking at herself, but at something else - something dangerous, deadly yet attractive.

"Hello... uh, I'm your attending doctor, Harleen Quinzel. Mr. Clown...? Are you listening?" Harleen swallowed and asked nervously.

The man nodded expressionlessly.

"Okay, I want to ask you some questions, and you can choose to answer. If you feel uncomfortable, tell me right away, okay?" She tried hard to tell him those matters according to the rules and regulations. But the man suddenly smiled.

His face was terrifying. Only then did Harleen realize that he was not pale because of makeup. Instead, it was as if he was born that way. The pale color seemed to absorb all the light around him. He wiped a handful of his green hair.

, burst out laughing.

"Discomfort? What is discomfort, doctor, I don't understand what you mean." He asked politely, his voice was not as crazy as Harleen thought, but he chose a degree between elegance and screaming.

, it sounds like the noise of a dying person, but also like a poet whispering in your ear.

"If my question makes you feel...offended, or you don't want to answer, you can tell me." She changed her words, which made the man laugh even more happily.

"You are such a funny girl, aren't you? Doctor, you see, I am the most dangerous criminal here. And yet you came to me and told me that if I was offended, I could tell you! Ha!" He exclaimed.

A sharp laugh.

"The bat that locked me in wanted to beat me to death. I lay in the hospital bed for four months before I recovered. Look!" He pointed to his right cheek, where there was a dent.

He said: "This is the gift he gave me. What a good person, isn't he? I got punched and lost three teeth. He is such a strong man, hahahahaha..." He covered his face

face, and laughed deeply again.

For some reason, Harleen also laughed with him.

The man suddenly put down his hand, his smile disappeared, and he turned expressionless again: "Let's get started, doctor."

Harleen was a little uncomfortable with how quickly he changed, but she still forced herself to adapt to her identity as a doctor. She asked, "Have you felt a strong desire to harm others recently?"

The man stared at her: "Which one are you referring to?"

Without waiting for Harleen to answer, he continued: "Doctor, every day, every moment, every minute, every second, even when I am talking to you now... I want to hurt others.

But the question is, how do you define which one?"

"You see, there are many ways to hurt others. For example, if I want to hurt the police officer at the door, I will give a message to my gangsters outside. Let them tie up his family, then tie him up. Then he will

His family was killed in front of him. But where was the fun in that?"

Harleen was not shaken by the horrific scene he described. She asked calmly: "Fun? Do you mean you can get fun from hurting others?"

The man said patiently: "No, no, no, my good doctor. You misunderstood me. Uncle Clown is not such a shallow person. What's the point of hurting others? It's fun to hurt the world! Yes, I can do a hundred more

A horrifying and horrific case, I can make a dark cloud hang over Gotham forever, but that is not my ultimate goal..."

He raised his right hand and raised two fingers: "People usually think that there are two forms of injury: physical and mental."

"But I think there is a third form." He held up a third finger.

"When you get hurt physically, you bleed and you break bones. You get pain all the time. When you get hurt mentally, you fall into despair and rely on drugs to get you through every bad night. But there is a third form beyond that.

..”

He pointed at his face and laughed maniacally: "Look at me! Doctor! Look at me, I am the third form!"

"I'm bleeding and hurt all the time. But I'm also mentally battered all the time! Double pleasure, doctor, this is the third form. There are limits to the pain a human being can endure! But - I

!”

His smile suddenly disappeared and he became expressionless again: "I can release them."