Chapter 6 (1/2)

Hally couldn't remember the night she was having a good time.

A few days ago, her dearest little pudding had sent her a letter from Arkham. On the envelope were words and symbols that ordinary people could not understand, and left a lot of lip prints in red, blood like traces.

But she knew that it was true. It was a way of communication that only the two of them could use. It was like a password or a secret code. Every time she thought of it, she was filled with sweetness.

As the cowering C.O. hands the letter into Hally's hand and screams out of the circus site, Hally happily holds the thin letter paper to her chest and turns happily around the room.

The jester has been captured by bats in Arkham for more than half a year, and Hally misses her very much.

When she received the letter, she remembered the joy of getting Christmas presents as a child, the sweetness of eating chocolate for the first time, and the joy of wearing high heels for the first time.

This joy made her forget to kill the messenger with a sledgehammer. She had intended to disguise herself as a prison guard and sneak into Arkam to rescue the jester.

She twists her hair gently with one hand, as shy as a girl in the spring, while the other hand takes out a kitchen knife from nowhere and can't wait to open the envelope.

Unfortunately, this happiness lingered after she opened the letter. The words on the letter made her unconsciously say, ”Oh! no It's not true! ” That kind of roar.

The jester wrote in his letter:

”Dear pumpkin, how are you? I have a piece of good news for you, that is, the world is going to end, we are all going to die! Are you happy? ”

”Oh, death, what a wonderful word, I've changed my clothes, and I'm ready to keep my appointment!”

”Today I ate a shriveled roast goose. How about you?”

”My Mr. spoon hasn't talked to me much lately.”

”Can you bring the bat to see me before you die? I'd rather die with her. You can take a taxi home

”Well, that's it. As soon as possible, mamda.”

Although the Joker's signature laughter could not be seen on the paper, from the scribbled handwriting and the content of the preface, she was still her.

The crooked font is interspersed with the weird graffiti she drew casually, which looks like her smiling faces one by one, and there are dry traces of snot or saliva on the writing paper. It seems that the Jester is very happy when writing a letter.

But Harry, who received the letter, was not happy.

She was very sad that the letter she had been looking forward to had such a content.

Although she knows that everyone is going to die, she can appreciate the ultimate confusion in the face of death, which makes her a little happy...

in short, her emotions are complicated.

In the end, the jester was still full of stinky bats. He seemed to be a driver or a errand. He said that it was a snack for each other, and that the good pumpkin and pudding would always be together...

the laughing Harry was setting fire and smashing in the house, venting her dissatisfaction. But in the end she did as the jester told her. Who called them good sisters?

Haley never doubted her. Isn't it just the destruction of the world? It must be true.

Not only herself, but also the circus was sent out to look for bats in Gotham.

However, no matter how much trouble they created in the city, only the boring police came, but the bat girl never showed up.

For three nights in a row, Hally went out to make trouble as soon as it was dark, and came back tired at dawn. But the bat seemed to be missing, and she had never seen a shadow from the beginning to the end.

”Maybe I went abroad for a holiday, and occasionally I want to go to Paris or something else.”

Hally left big signs on the roofs where bats often appear. Each sign had cartoon fingers pointing to her home. She knew that the bat would smell her.

Then she came back here, waiting for bats every night.

At first, she was just waiting while reading, but it was too easy to fall asleep. Hally thought it was not possible. She did not know that bats had come.

So the next day, it turned out to be drinking and reading.