Unlike most psychiatric hospitals, as mentioned before, this place was relatively free.
Not only was The Villa's front gate unlocked, but the patients' rooms had no locks either. They could wander into the courtyard whenever they pleased, and there seemed to be no fixed lights-out time.
Elsewhere, patients were often sent back to their wards at a designated time each day, strapped to their beds with restraints, and subjected to a uniform lights-out schedule for the convenience of hospital management.
Things were different here. Even at night, the patients were allowed to play happily. Of course, the surveillance cameras spaced every few steps along the ceiling kept turning to follow their movements, showing that Deathstroke's group had been placed under observation the moment they entered.
Maybe it would become the subject of a new paper, something like "A Summary of Contact Between Superheroes and the Mentally Abnormal"?
"Hello. Are you here for hospitalization, or to attend an academic seminar?"
After passing through the beautiful, spacious lobby, they entered a corridor leading to the activity rooms at the rear of the building. Before long, an elegant-looking old doctor with a kind face approached them. He warmly shook hands with Harley, who carried the same air of a doctor. At first glance, he seemed able to tell that the woman in the red dress was a colleague.
Well, if he had not been running around wearing nothing but a lab coat, Su Ming would not have immediately realized that he was a patient too. The man really did resemble one of those elderly medical experts hawking medicine on TV shopping channels.
"Identity recognition disorder," Harley quietly told Su Ming, tilting her head. Then she smiled at the patient. "Hello. I'm a clinical psychology doctor from Arkham Asylum, here for exchange and study.