DC: A Cop in Gotham

Chapter 23: Heart to heart with Poison Ivy

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The clown stared straight at Dean, with the corners of his mouth raised.

"You seem to want me dead."

The clown was not angry at Dean's offense. He only found it interesting. He saw that Dean was deliberately provoking him to attract hatred in order to find an opportunity to kill him.

"I have very few friends. There are many people who want me dead, but very few people really dare to take action. But little policeman, you have the guts. "

When it comes to Intelligence, the Joker is not ranked at all in DC, but in terms of understanding of human nature, he is definitely in the top three. This is the difficulty of the Joker and the reason why he is Batman's lifelong enemy. He clearly see through Dean's intention.

Dean closed his opened mouth and checked his whole body. What happened? Wonder Woman put a lasso on my mantra? Words kept coming out of his mouth.

The clown was still talking to himself: "The people here also want to kill me, but they don't dare, not because they are afraid of me, but because they are afraid of the little bat. They don't dare to interfere in my game with him."

"And you're not afraid of him, are you? "

The clown behaves very sanely, not like a madman at all – but when such an insane speech comes out of the clown's mouth, the contrast is even more absurd.

"Batman can't possibly kill anyone. You are the one who made Poison Ivy look like this. Hmm~ It seems that you are either a super-powerful freak, or you are equipped with alien technology. That watch…"

Well, Dean took back his judgment that the clown was unwise. Even if he was not ranked in DC, he was definitely better than him. Seeing that the clown was about to reveal something, Dean quickly took over the conversation.

"I am a just policeman, how could I kill people indiscriminately? I just made a joke."

Dean looked around with an expression like "He slandered me."

The eyes of others looking at him have changed, especially Clayface, who is extremely wary of Dean now. According to the clown, he is one of his targets.

"Hey!"

The clown showed his signature smile, which made Dean feel at ease and finally normal.

"It seems I have to be careful when I go out in a while, lest you find a reason to shoot me."

Wait, are you going out later? Just as Dean was about to continue asking, the door to the ward suddenly fell, and the clown's joyful laughter gradually disappeared into the darkness.

Dean looked back at the female doctor who had closed the door. She put her hands on her hips and stared at him dissatisfied: "Don't talk to my patients casually."

Dean shrugged. "What, can't banter with a madman? I thought that was part of the Arkham experience."

The doctor rolled her eyes. "You're already working in a madhouse, and you're still trying to make it worse?"

Without waiting for a response, she turned toward the control panel and began locking down Poison Ivy's ward. Arkham's security systems were notoriously complex, designed to delay any potential escape attempts.

As she worked, Dean crossed his arms, his curiosity piqued. "Are you the Joker's attending physician? After Harley Quinn, I'd think they'd hesitate to assign another woman to him. Or are they actively trying to create another Harley?"

The doctor shot him a pointed look. "Sexist much, officer?"

The female doctor pushed her long blue hair behind her ears and kept operating at the screen with her fingers. Arkham's electronic systems were designed to be extremely complicated. It was very troublesome to lock and release people, and every step was necessary. Yes, this can effectively delay the patient's escape, giving Batman and the Gotham police time to arrive.

"Thanks to Harley, the Joker's so-called hypnosis methods have been blown out of proportion. Most psychiatrists won't go near him. That's why I stepped up."

The other doctors and nurses quickly left after fixing Poison Ivy, for fear of staying here for a second longer. The two guards also stood outside the door, avoiding the super villain inside.

Only Dean and the female doctor were left in the special ward area.

Dean was very curious: "Aren't you afraid of becoming like Harley Quinn?"

The female doctor hummed a tune she didn't know where she had heard, turned her head and smiled.

"I will never be corrupted by him."

Dean didn't know where she got her confidence, though he kept his doubts to himself.

The female doctor rolled her eyes exaggeratedly, "Okay, there's no need to talk about him. I know what you want to do. You want to have a good relationship with me, and then you want to talk to Poison Ivy alone, right?"

Dean smiled sheepishly: "Is that okay?"

The female doctor said angrily: "Next time if you have such a need, just say so. Batman will routinely interrogate someone every time he comes. I'm used to his rough methods."

Although I don't know who the major shareholder of Arkham is, Bruce Wayne must be the owner. It's not the first time that Batman comes and goes at will, treating Arkham as his own house.

"I will tell the uncle about the inquiry. I have reached the last step. After asking about the matter, press this button and the ward gate will close."

The female doctor walked toward the door with small steps. When she passed by Dean, she reached out and patted his butt.

"If you need anything else, remember to call me…"

Leaving behind a fragrant breeze, the female doctor left. Dean didn't even know her name.

Dean blinked, stunned. Open-minded place, Gotham.

Dean has no idea about ordinary people. He is a reincarnator after all. His future partner must at least be a Kryptonian, otherwise how can he be worthy of this cheat system?

"Poison Ivy, I didn't leave you alive just so you could be my matchmaker."

After closing the gates of other wards, Dean walked to the corpse of Poison Ivy. Seeing this alluring body, a primitive impulse sprouted in his body.

But Dean himself stood firm and motionless: "Hurry up and scatter the pollen. Are you really not afraid of me taking advantage of the heat?"

Poison Ivy suddenly opened her eyes and looked at Dean with seductive eyes.

"In Eastern stories, don't you have to promise yourself to save your life?"

Dean laughed angrily: "So you release pollen to tease the doctor and show mercy to others, right?"

"I can't get pregnant, so I don't want to give it to you, so I have to ask others for help." Poison Ivy said confidently.

Hearing this, Dean was sure that Poison Ivy had woken up a long time ago, she was now a true plant life and could breathe through her skin. She deliberately pretended to be dead to lower her vigilance and find a chance to escape. Unexpectedly, Dean personally sent her to Arkham.

"I placed most of the pollen on you, and you can still hold it back. Are you really normal?"

The guard at the door glanced at him and chatted about tonight's news as usual.

"Have you heard that the Black Mask Club was blown up by Batman? Maybe we can see Black Mask again tonight."

"I'd rather not have so much going on tonight."

It wasn't the first day in Arkham for the two of them. They had never seen anything before. Batman's interrogation methods were much more intense than this.

"Don't divert my attention, tell me what you know, what do you see in the process of merging with the green of all things."

Poison Ivy suppressed the feeling of heartache and glared at this inexperienced guy: "Humph, you must have felt it at that time, but you must not have seen it clearly. Even if you imprison me in Arkham, you can't change Gotham's fate of destruction"

Dean held up his chin: "The destruction of Gotham, well let me guess it's related to Manaphy again"

With some speculation in his mind, Dean pulled out Hoshikudaki which caused Poison Ivy to spit out a mouthful of vegetable juice.

"Poison Ivy, let's make a deal."

Dean took out a bottle of potion out of thin air.

[Name: Wound Medicine]

[Type: Drug]

[Quality: ★]

[Special Effect: Treatment]

[Description: Spray-type wound medicine, which can restore 60 points of HP after use. Please do not use it in combat, if you want to spray as much as you want.

Ps: This kind of medicine is very common in its world, but this bottle is particularly special, PLEASE USE IT CAREFULLY. ]

The last four words are highlighted.

This is an item that Dean used his only chance to draw from the Pokémon world, a bottle of good medicine.

"I'll help you heal your injuries, and you tell me everything you know."

Poison Ivy can heal herself, but this self-healing requires nutrients, and all the nutrients in her body were drained by Dean.

Although it was unknown how much HP Poison Ivy had, the wound on her chest healed quickly and completely after being sprayed with healing medicine.

Dean turned his face to avoid looking directly. The green ivy on Poison Ivy's body had not yet grown.

Poison Ivy looked at this little policeman who drew his sword whenever he disagreed. He could have killed her completely, but now he healed her without hesitation.

What a naïve little guy, how could he fulfill the contract first and then negotiate the conditions? When Poison Ivy saw the Hoshikudaki that Dean had let out, her heart suddenly tightened.

"Their existence is threatened, Dean, if we can't stop them, Gotham and the world will come to an end. It doesn't matter if it's in Arkham or anywhere. "

Poison Ivy can talk to plants and she said it with sad eyes. During the time she left Arkham, all the plants conveyed the same emotion to her – fear.

That was driving her crazy.

"Manaphy, that child is the key. Only when the power of the ocean and plants come together can it be possible to resist the next disaster."

The image transmitted to her by the Green of All Things flashed before Poison Ivy's eyes. Gotham, Arkham, everything no longer existed, and a red figure stood on the ruins.

In front of him were three dim lights.

Just recalling this scene, Poison Ivy's head began to echo with tiny murmurs, her body began to shake violently, and her eyes turned white.

"Ding ding ding~"

The pleasant ringtone rang, and the impact of the whisper was wiped away. Poison Ivy couldn't help but breathe heavily.

"Thank you for the information," Dean hung the soothing bell on the ivy on her left arm.

"Just take this little bell as a gift. I hope it can soothe the anger and hatred in your heart. Humanity isn't just about destruction. There are those who nurture and grow, too. But don't take my word for it. See for yourself."

The gate closed and Dean left Arkham.

Listening to Dean's footsteps getting further away, Poison Ivy controlled the vines to lift the bell in front of her and murmured:

"It's not enough," she murmured. "You've taken my heart, but this little bell can't replace it."

She held her hand over her chest, her expression conflicted.

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Chapter title is Heart to heart with Poison Ivy. But that's impossible.... because she didn't have a heart anymore *Ba dum tss*

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