"God, couldn't you be a little gentler?"
Joker shouted from his wheelchair, but here, he didn't get the final say.
Two fit young guards pushed him into the bathroom. Holding electric clippers, they grabbed Joker's greasy green hair and shaved it off in one stroke.
Within minutes, they had shaved his head completely bald.
Joker looked at himself in the wall mirror and said unhappily, "If you ran a barbershop, you'd starve to death."
"Cut the crap, Jeremiah. Can you explain how you ended up like this?" Miao Mu walked in from outside.
Hearing that, Joker leaned his head back, trying to see Miao Mu. But he had his back to him, and leaning back did nothing. After trying twice, he gave up.
"Uh... like this. I felt... there was a voice in my head telling me what to do, but I thought he was too noisy."
Joker shook his head. He had wanted to raise an arm and rub his face before speaking, but the arm Batman had broken was still impossible to lift, even after treatment.
And he was wearing a heavy straitjacket. Joker could only keep shaking his head as he said, "So, I killed him. My mind is clean now. That nagging voice is gone for good."
As he spoke, Joker even closed his eyes contentedly. He was quite pleased with it. At least now he could sleep peacefully.
Standing in the doorway, Miao Mu flipped through the medical file transferred along with Joker. It had even been used as evidence in court.
Severe schizophrenia was practically synonymous with Joker. But... Miao Mu casually tossed the file behind him.
Otis, the striped-suit-wearing head of security, hurriedly caught it. He looked toward Joker in the bathroom. The emotions relayed by the nearby rats all said the same