I, V, Gotham Legend

Batman's swaying movements made him look as terrifying as a ghost, and a shadow shrouded Nygma's face, like the collapsing sky.

Nygma moved his broken arm tremblingly. He wanted to pick up the Question Mark Scepter to fight back, but now he couldn't even do such a simple thing.

Batman was not as cautious as Valerie. He also lifted Nygma by the collar and then hit the Riddler in the chin with an uppercut.

"Cough, puff!" Nygma was knocked flying, and a denture with a metal ring tied around it came out of his mouth.

Apparently, this was the microphone that converted his words into infrasound.

Batman concentrated his attention, and the double image in front of him gathered into the Riddler's thin body, and then, crazy iron fists poured out.

Many things came to his mind, including the civilians who had died directly or indirectly as a result of the Riddler's plan, and the property damage that had occurred in Gotham that night.

But what he recalled most were the nearly one thousand riddle trophies he had collected over the past two months.

Two months, more than forty days, every night was spent searching for the damn trophy in various tricky locations in Gotham. Even though Batman had extraordinary perseverance, he still felt bored with these monotonous and boring treasure hunts.

Thinking back to the countless trophies he had smashed in the past few days, Batman's punches became more powerful, as if every blow carried a personal grudge.

The Riddler is like a sandbag in a gym, his body constantly deforming under the heavy blows of iron fists.

Valerie sat there with her face in her hands, bored, even though Batman had told her that he would take over and beat the guy up, it was obvious that he wasn't going to kill this guy.

Valerie felt that it would be too easy for the Riddler to just give her a beating. She looked around thoughtfully, and finally her eyes fixed on the camera at the feet of the Riddler's original position.

This should be the thing he used for the city-wide live broadcast. Maybe it would be useful for something later, so he brought it out.

Valerie bent down and picked up the camera with its red glow, then stood up and studied it.

In the empty dinosaur museum, the sound of flesh hitting flesh was endless. Among the machine fragments and the fallen Tyrannosaurus, there were only three people. One was beating another, and the last one was looking at the camera. The scene was very harmonious.

...

The dosage of chemical solutions used for artificial rainfall is limited and the rain has become lighter.

Director Gordon, who was in the helicopter watching the mysterious city because he was afraid to enter, felt a pang in his heart again.

In the live broadcast on the monitor, Nygma put down the boulder with ease, and then tried to leave the room gracefully, but was suddenly attacked by the mysterious woman in purple.

The super criminal who plunged the entire city into chaos hurriedly shut down the live broadcast, which caused the Gotham Police Department to once again lose control of the situation inside the mysterious city.

Until now, after more than ten minutes of silence, the monitor started to distort the screen again, and the picture kept changing.

The Riddler's live broadcast has started again... Could it be that this guy has regained the advantage? !

Just as Gordon was still worried about the future of Gotham, the flashing picture finally stopped changing, and a beautiful big pink-blue eye appeared in the camera.

Gordon's heart, which had risen to his throat, finally slowly settled down. Although this was not the eye color in his impression, it was obviously V's eyes.

In the Gotham Police Department, Cash, who was sitting in the stands, saw familiar eyes and stood up excitedly, as if he had seen his favorite team score a goal.

The beauty in the camera zoomed out, her delicate face fully displayed in the picture: "Is this thing turned on? My scan shows that it is still connected to the Internet."

At this time, Batman was still busy beating up the Riddler and obviously had no time to pay attention to her.

NO73. You also have limits.

Batman held the Riddler in one hand and punched him hard with his other fist.

Valerie's live broadcast was still a little slow. Batman's violent venting of anger had ended, and Nygma fell to the ground with a bruised face and unconscious.

"I want to take more pictures of him getting beaten. People will surely like to see it." Valerie pouted in dissatisfaction.

"..." Batman didn't say anything. After noticing the camera, he just shook his head.

"You're quite shy." Valerie thought Batman was embarrassed to speak in front of the camera, so she didn't make things difficult for him. She just carried the camera and came to the unconscious Riddler.

"Okay, I've told you, since you like to show off, then I'll let you show off." Valerie muttered to herself while using the camera to film the Riddler's bloody face that no longer resembled a human.

To be honest, Valerie's attacks were mainly focused on Nygma, and the terrifying scars on this guy's face were all Batman's masterpieces.

This guy is really cruel. If people who don't know him see Nygma's face, they would think he is the victim of the terrorist attack.

After taking a few close-ups, Valerie threw the camera to the ground and crushed it with her foot.

Although fame is important to her, as a mercenary walking in the dark, it is better for her to stay away from live broadcasts as much as possible and remain mysterious.

The live broadcast of just a few minutes was enough for Valerie's appearance to be remembered by everyone in the city.

After crushing the camera, Valerie stood up again and stretched her body.

The Dinosaur Museum finally became completely quiet, with only the sound of the drizzle hitting the glass outside the museum.

"It's time to get out, right? What we should do next is to find a way to deal with the white metal? Should we analyze the chip, or wait for the Riddler to wake up and torture him?" Valerie turned around and asked Batman for advice.

But Batman didn't answer her, and the majestic man fell down as if he collapsed.

Valerie reacted quickly. She reached out, grasped Batman's cape, and pulled him back with one hand, preventing his face from hitting the ground.

"Hey, you are really poisoned, right?!" Valerie suddenly understood what happened.

She had scanned Batman in the Colosseum before, and could see that he was in poor physical condition, but this guy was still dismantling robots with great energy, and just now he had beaten up the Riddler, which made Valerie think that her scanning mode had malfunctioned.

But now it seems that this guy is exhausted, and he just managed to hold on by relying on his perseverance that far exceeds that of an ordinary person.

Although Valerie was not affected by white metal, based on Batman's appearance on the Batwing and the tragic conditions of the victims of Anarchy and Mystery City, she guessed that being irradiated must be very painful.

"You... really deserve to be the protagonist..." Valerie carried Batman with one hand. In her eyes, this level of perseverance could be considered a superpower.

Valerie was not in a hurry to give Batman the medicine. She carried the superhero in one hand and dragged the super criminal with the other hand, and walked towards the exit of the museum. By the way, she also gave instructions to Helena to meet them at the door.

White fog covered half of the island, and the sound of rain gradually faded. If it weren't for the tortured citizens of Gotham who were still screaming, perhaps tonight would have looked no different from any other night.

...

Two hours later, Gordon finally received an anonymous text message. If nothing unexpected happened, it should be from Batman.

They temporarily blocked the entire island according to the instructions in the text message. Judging from what happens next, the mysterious city will continue to remain in madness for a long time.

But there is not no solution at all. The government above finally approved the request and sent a national anti-radiation team to Gotham, and dispatched well-equipped troops into the mysterious city to maintain order.

This army has participated in many post-nuclear leakage rescue operations and can barely be considered a professional team.

As the night passed and the sky began to lighten again, the police officers who stayed at the Gotham Police Station suddenly found two people hanging on the street light at the door.

The Riddler and the Anarchist have awakened. They are tied together and hung from a street lamp, becoming an unforgettable sight for citizens going to work in the morning.

When he was let down, the bruised and battered Nygma was still shouting that he was defeated by his opponent who cheated, and arrogantly stated that he did not need a lawyer.

But his face was not scary at all, and after being hit hard with the butt of the gun, he just shut up obediently.

In comparison, Anazi was much quieter. He just cooperated with the police's arrest without saying a word, but his cold eyes stared at Nygma.

He obviously hasn't forgotten the hatred of being betrayed. Once Nygma is put in prison, he will surely be beaten again.

Along with the two troublesome criminals, there were also documents about white metal and solutions attached to them. However, Commissioner Gordon couldn't understand it at all. Finally, at the suggestion of his daughter Barbara, he handed the document to the Wayne Group.

Lucius, CEO of Wayne Group, gladly accepted the documents and assured the Gotham Police Department that he would find a way to solve the mystery city as soon as possible.

A group of terrorists easily plunged a first-tier metropolis into helpless chaos. This incident not only made headlines in Gotham and the United States, but also became big news that shocked the world.

In addition to the discussion about Gotham and the Riddler, three mysterious people who were closely related to this incident also became famous because of this incident.

Compared to the masked Batman and Helena, Valerie's delicate face was photographed directly from the front. Even though the government tried to suppress the popularity as much as possible, Valerie still became one of the top stars in the city.

Although the citizens of Gotham clamored to give this mysterious and powerful beauty a nickname according to convention, it was the Gotham Police Department that stepped in, resisted government pressure, and announced V's name to the world.

At this time, Valerie, who had already become famous, did not go out to the streets to enjoy her celebrity life. Instead, she sat in the freezing laboratory below the hospital, together with Mr. Freeze Man, doing precise experiments with a serious expression.

A little white mouse woke up from anesthesia. It stood up unsteadily, its little red eyes full of confusion.

If there is any difference between it and other mice, it is that its limbs have been replaced with mechanical ones.

"How is it?" Victor turned his head and asked Valerie nervously.

"There is no rejection reaction for the time being." Valerie touched her chin, her lavender eyes flashing, and she had obviously entered scanning mode.

"What about other questions?" Mr. Freeze asked anxiously without letting out a sigh of relief.

"It's terrible. Its immune system is failing. Its body is being attacked by pathogens. Its health is deteriorating drastically, but it has no relevant feelings. As expected, the white metal is just isolating the pain. It may not live long."

NO74. It’s just the beginning

The idea of ​​using white metal as an immunosuppressant came to Valerie on the way to send Batman home last night. Batman was unconscious at the time and did not wake up no matter how she teased him.

This dead fish-like appearance gave her an idea. After sending Batman back to the Batcave, she returned to the secret base and told Victor about the idea.

Victor was very positive about the prosthetics-related experiments. He discussed it with Valerie for a day. This was their first experiment on mice.

Although the experimental results can only be considered a failure, it is already a significant progress.

"I heard that Wayne Group has entered the research and development stage for inhibitors of white metals. Should we give it another try then?" Valerie said as if she had suddenly thought of something.

"Are you sure?" Victor was really thinking about the feasibility.

"No... I was just kidding. I can also get it through legal means." Seeing that Victor seemed to be really eager to make a move, Valerie immediately explained.

In fact, the chip containing the strategy to deal with white metal was obtained by Helena. After taking Batman back to the car, Valerie pinned this thing to Batman's belt.

Due to her lack of intelligence, Valerie was unable to analyze the chip herself, and she also found it troublesome to analyze it.

After Batman sent the chip analysis results to the police station, Valerie asked Barbara to make a copy for her as well. This was also one of the materials she and Mr. Freeze were studying today.

"Okay...I should go." After looking at the clock, Valerie straightened up and stretched gracefully.

She is going to prepare to return to her mercenary career.

"V..." Victor suddenly called Valerie.

"What's wrong?" Valerie turned her head and looked at Victor's face with a smile.

"..." Victor hesitated for a long time, but still couldn't say goodbye frankly. He awkwardly changed the subject, "Where is Malone?"

The two days that Malone spent in the freezing laboratory left a good impression on the lonely Old Wei.

"He is not a child who cannot live without me. He should take back his things now." Valerie looked up at the ceiling frozen by frost.

Of course she wouldn't let Marlon go alone, Helena should be with him now.

...

In a manor in the western suburbs of Gotham, a banquet was in progress when the tightly closed door was suddenly opened, attracting the attention of everyone present.

The sound of knives and forks colliding with porcelain stopped abruptly, and the big guys who were originally chatting happily all looked towards the door in surprise.

Malone, with a kind smile and holding a cane, walked into the room in full view of everyone, followed by a tall woman with black hair.

"I heard that this is the Romans' retirement dinner, so I shouldn't be late, right?" Malone smiled, without a trace of negative emotion.

The ferocious gangsters at the dining table glared at the two people who suddenly broke in. Helena, who was originally standing behind Marlon, walked in front of him. She was wearing the combat suit specially provided by Valerie and was ready to kill.

Some of the more astute gangsters have recognized Helena. In last night's Riddler incident, it was this woman who suddenly appeared and interrupted the Riddler's first live broadcast.

This mysterious figure made everyone present nervous, and for a moment, both sides were on the verge of a fight.

The elderly Roman Falcone sat in the main seat, leaning back tiredly, glanced at the charred face hanging on the wall of the room, and then his eyes fell on Marlon.

"You know what? Seeing that you are okay is really the happiest thing in my life." Falcone's eyes were filled with tears, and his words really came from the heart.

"Father?" Falcone's eldest daughter Sofia was originally staring at the old man who suddenly broke in, but when she heard her father's words, she showed an expression of surprise.

As a top gangster, Falcone usually never shows his emotions, and she has never seen her father so excited.

"Marlon! My brother, come and sit down! And the girl behind you too!" Falconet even stood up and enthusiastically invited Marlon.

“…No need, I just wanted to see how you were doing.” Falcone’s attitude caught Marlon off guard, so he subconsciously became polite.

He had heard from V that the Romans had been taught a lesson, but judging from Falcone's unprecedented attitude, it was obviously not just a lesson.

"I have deeply understood that times have changed. Gotham is no longer the world of an incompetent old man like me." Falcone confessed from the bottom of his heart, "I am really sorry that I betrayed you before. At that time, I was blinded by fear and greed."

"You look the same now." Malone shook his head.

His words made everyone present gasp, no one dared to speak to the King of Gotham like that.

"I just feel happy to be alive now." But Falcone was not angry. He sat back in his chair. "I really hope I am still qualified to entertain you."

"I hope so too, but it's obviously impossible." Malone sighed, turned and left the banquet.

He originally wanted to make a scene at the dinner party, force the Roman to apologize to him in public, and then ask him to give him more benefits to make his path to atonement smoother.

But Falcone's current attitude, like a lion whose soul had been sucked dry, made him at a loss as to what to do.