I, V, Gotham Legend

It seems that I can finally spend a peaceful night today.

Gordon raised the flag unconsciously.

……

As the sky gradually darkened, a huge ship slowly docked in front of the port of Naihe Island.

There are many independent and rugged islands around Gotham City, and this Island of Nahe can be said to be the most important one, as it houses the largest prison in Gotham.

The tall, all-metal iron gate guards the entire huge prison. Although it is cleaned frequently, there are still some traces of residual rust, suggesting its age.

The prison was named "Black Gate" because of this proud gate.

Rio is a short man with a fat body due to long-term lack of exercise. His face is covered with stubble due to his unkempt appearance, and he does not look like a policeman.

But today, he still dressed neatly and came to Black Gate under the pretext of guarding a prisoner in prison, and his main purpose was to meet an old friend.

After briefly arranging the storage of the prisoners for his men, Chief Leo arrived at the door of the warden's office.

Warden Joseph is also a man of outstanding achievements. He used to be as hateful of evil as Gordon, but unfortunately he was smoothed over by the endless crimes in Gotham.

Leob looked at the closed warden's office with some dissatisfaction. Logically speaking, as one of the most important figures in Gotham, no one came to greet him even though he had already made an appointment?

But there is something worth being happy about tonight, and we shouldn't get upset over such trivial matters.

He needs to discuss it with the warden, as this is a huge order worth 60 million US dollars.

Riob pushed open the door: "Joseph, there is a...Xionis tonight?"

Just as he was about to get down to business, he saw the person he was about to talk to.

The man was wearing a black skull mask and a white suit. He was sitting in the center of a group of people in black suits, holding a cigarette butt in his hand.

At his feet, Warden Joseph was lying on the ground, covering his right eye and wailing in pain.

Apparently, before Leob came in, Black Mask stabbed Joseph's eye with the cigarette in his hand.

"Sionis, what do you mean!"

Black Mask didn't say anything, but one of his henchmen walked up behind Leob and knocked him unconscious with the butt of his gun.

……

It was almost evening when Valerie returned to the base.

She strolled around the street and packed some fried chicken for dinner.

Valerie's base is located in the Poly District, a fairly spacious basement. The merchandise is also prepared for Gotham's wanted criminals, which just meets the needs of Valerie, who has no identity.

The decoration in the base was quite simple. Valerie deliberately took down the dirty furniture of the previous tenants and replaced it with a new one.

Valerie kicked open the door to the hallway. She planned to jump directly onto the couch as usual.

But today, she noticed someone sitting on the sofa.

It was a woman with long black hair on the side, wearing a black and red tights. She was obviously Asian, and was sitting elegantly on the sofa watching TV.

Valerie stood in the porch, wondering who this guy was.

Although her intelligence level was only five because she didn't choose the hacker route in the game, she didn't think her IQ was affected after the time travel, nor did she think she would be stupid enough to go to the wrong base.

"Who are you?" After thinking for a while and failing to figure out the answer, Valerie decided to ask directly.

"I was wondering how long you were going to stay in a daze." The woman on the sofa supported her chin with interest.

Although he spoke English, Valerie could hear a Chinese accent.

Valerie is not a pure American either. She had a miserable life when she first crossed over. In addition to having no identity, the language barrier was also a major factor.

Although I learned English in school, to be honest, I forgot it all after graduation.

Fortunately, perhaps because of her good talent or the pressure of life, Valerie’s English level is now no problem for daily communication, but she still develops the habit of speaking less.

"I understand Chinese. Who are you?" Valerie asked in Chinese.

The woman smiled unexpectedly, crossed her arms and held her chin: "On behalf of the Demon Chief, I greet you, Ms. V. We have been paying attention to you for a long time."

NO21. The Devil’s Head

The head of the devil? Never heard of it.

"Who are you?" Valerie asked again.

"You can call me Siwa." The woman stood up.

The TV was still playing, and it sounded like Miss Vickiville had finally interviewed the Bruce Wayne she had been missing for so long.

Valerie walked slowly into the room, seemingly unguarded. "What do you want from me?"

Siwa stared at Valerie. "The great Reshougu has deemed you worthy of being accepted as one of our own."

Valerie gave her a strange look.

"Not interested." She answered without hesitation, "Even the Romans wanted to recruit me, but I refused."

Valerie didn't like being dominated by this kind of organization that looked uncomfortable. If she was willing to be more restrained, she might have lived a rich and comfortable life by selling arms through the gang's connections.

"Our organization is not comparable to these local tyrants." Shiva shook his head. "The influence of the Assassin's League runs through human history."

Valerie's eyes finally became serious.

She didn't know much about superheroes in her previous life, and the only way she recognized this place was Gotham was because of the few Batman movies she had seen in her previous life.

She remembered that in one movie, the villain organization looked very much like an assassin's organization, and they had also been causing trouble throughout history.

As a time traveler, it was rare for her to encounter an organization she knew, and Valerie was inexplicably moved.

Seeing Valerie's serious expression, Ms. Siwa became more interested in her.

This woman couldn't even find out Gotham's previous intelligence from the League of Assassins. She could speak Chinese and seemed to have heard of the League of Assassins.

However, you know the League of Assassins but not the Demon Lord?

"Forget it, I'm not interested." Valerie felt that she had already decided to become a legendary mercenary, and there was no need to join any inexplicable organization.

Shiva didn't seem surprised. She took out a piece of paper from her bosom and said, "There is one more thing. The person who hired you also came to me."

It was a wanted poster for Batman, the same one Valerie had seen at the bar that morning.

"What do you want to say?" Valerie raised her eyebrows.

"Nothing. I'm more interested in him as a person than money. To be honest, he was once my disciple in a sense." Shiva put away the bounty order. "I want to meet him. If you are also interested, we can meet at the Tower of Miracles tomorrow night."

"Batman is one thing, but like I said, I have no interest in your organization," Valerie stressed.

"You'll be interested. You have a body with great potential, but... it's unpolished." Siwa looked at Valerie's translucent arms. "If you fight against Batman, you'll lose miserably."

Valerie suddenly threw a punch with her right hand, striking Siwa in the face.

A level 16 body is strong enough to drive piles into steel plates. Logically speaking, this should allow Shiva to fly twice in the sky.

But Shiva stretched out a hand and blocked Valerie's punch with his wrist. Then Valerie felt like she was hit in the sea, her arm was pushed aside by an undercurrent, and she had no place to use her brute force, as if it had been forcibly removed.

Valerie didn't move one hand, but the sole of Shiva's shoe was already enlarged in front of her eyes.

"..."

Siwa's shoe stopped in front of Valerie's nose, then slowly lowered it: "See, you are very powerful, but you still lack some...skills."

Valerie looked at her right hand. Her body, which had surpassed human limits, felt as weak as if it had been hit by cotton. She realized that she had underestimated Siwa.

"You don't think this is my real ability, do you?" Valerie raised her head and sneered.

"You do have some tricky abilities, but that man will find a way to crack them quickly." Shiva said confidently, with his hands behind his back.

"You don't know me." Valerie protested.

"But I know Batman." Siwa just smiled.

"I'm leaving first. Remember what I said. If you change your mind, come find me in the lobby of the Tower of Miracles tomorrow night. The unpolished jade is worth waiting for." Shiva walked past Valerie, walked out of her entrance, and politely closed the door.

Although Shiva didn't say it explicitly, the "dish" hidden in his words still made Valerie feel uncomfortable.

"I should have started the time-stop function at the beginning and then slapped her hard in the face." Valerie made a note of this in her little notebook and planned to do it the next time they met.

But her good mood after receiving the big job tonight was gone. She threw the fried chicken on the coffee table and planned to take a shower first.

It has been more than three and a half months since the transformation. Valerie has long been accustomed to this seductive body as translucent as white jade, and no longer feels any psychological burden when taking a bath.

But every time I see my baldness down there, I can’t help but miss my Kun.

This body, especially the face, is very delicate. Mainly because when Valerie was playing the game, she wanted to experience the feeling of being a "beautiful cyber killer", so she sculpted it very carefully, but she didn't expect that she would be separated from her little brother forever.

Valerie couldn't help but think of her abandoned operating table in the warehouse. After she knew that she had traveled through time and space and became the female V, she had been trying to find a way to replace or modify her prosthesis.

If successful, not to mention one Kun bar, even using the Kun bar to make a pair of wings would not be a problem.

Unfortunately, perhaps because of her IQ of only 5, Valerie's research failed, and the operating table is currently gathering dust in the warehouse.

On a whim, Valerie filled the bathtub with water, planning to take a long-awaited bath to ease her longing for her second brother and her unhappiness about being framed.

While testing the water temperature, she looked at her plump breasts. She remembered that when she first traveled through time, she played with these two little darlings every day, but now she had no interest in this pair of fat.

It's boring if it grows on your body.

Valerie squinted her eyes in enjoyment as the warm water soaked through her translucent skin.

……

"With the effective assistance of enthusiastic citizens, the Gotham Police Department successfully arrested the vicious criminals, [Calendar Man] Julian Dale and [Clayface] Basil Carroll."

Jim Gordon announced in a loud voice to the flash lights of Gotham's major media outlets.

He glanced around and was surprised not to see the famous Vicki Weir.

“Captain Gordon, we don’t deny the role of the police department, but I heard rumors that it was a blue-haired woman and the legendary Batman who solved these threats?”

A woman came up to him and asked clearly.

Jim Gordon frowned. He had heard of Batman, a legendary vigilante. His old partner Harvey Bullock also believed in him.

He remembered the report submitted by his partner. An anonymous text message told him the whereabouts of the Calendar Man. He also found the Clayface Man through an anonymous text message.

He also thought of Valerie, that delicate-looking woman who possessed unimaginable power.

However, Gordon still said categorically into the microphone: "There is no such thing as Batman."

The Gotham Police Department will not allow the existence of such a violent vigilante who disregards order.

The reporter seemed to be about to say something, but at this moment, one of Gordon's subordinates suddenly ran up to the stage and whispered something in his ear.

Gordon didn't say anything, but he still showed a constipated expression, turned around and walked down the podium.

NO22. Prison riot

Blackgate Prison was plunged into an unprecedented riot, and a gangster nicknamed Black Mask led his men to attack the prison.

When Gordon first got the news, he felt like he had eaten shit. He quickly gathered people and rushed to Naihe Island.

The gate protecting Blackgate Prison still stood, with no signs of having been attacked. Gordon understood that this meant that Black Mask was put in by an insider.

Although he had long known that the prison, like the police station, was in collusion with the gangs, Gordon still couldn't help but feel his veins bulging.

After passing through the black gate, Gordon led the police officers quickly into the prison. The place looked like it had been demolished, with signs of destruction everywhere.

"Team one, team two, search for the hostages, and the rest of you, follow me." Gordon gave the order quickly.

He had just received news that a helicopter was heading to the roof of the Blackgate Tower, and it seemed that Black Mask was planning to retreat there.

Time was running out, and fortunately, the men quickly found Warden Joseph.

The warden was blind in one eye and was wearing a bandage stained with dried blood. He looked as if he had lost all his strength.

"Thank God you're still alive." Gordon looked at his former confidant with a complicated expression, and then continued to act.

"Gordon." Joseph called the sheriff, "Black Mask brought something terrible... I don't know what it is. He is very big, invulnerable to swords and guns, and looks like a crocodile..."

Gordon had heard of the legend of the alligator man in the sewers, so he just nodded and continued on.

"And..." The warden stopped him again, "And Batman, he really exists! Black Mask's men wanted to kill me, but it was him, Batman, who saved me!"