I, V, Gotham Legend

"What a pity! I've dealt with this gang many times, but I've never met their boss." Valerie said without any regret, "There's nothing I can do. They're too low-class."

"I think so too. The only way for someone like Maloney to have the power he has now is because those who are stronger than him have fallen." Malone agreed.

Valerie looked at Bruce again: "Since Maroni's imprisonment has become inevitable, why don't you witness such an important trial in person?"

"Don't worry. Maroni is no different from other small gangsters. He was arrested and sent to prison. His fate is already determined." Bruce smiled. "Compared to the fate of a criminal, this place is more important."

NO64. Destined? (Two in one)

The Gotham Courthouse was filled with people, but it was not as noisy as a crowded place should be.

Those present were all big shots from all walks of life in Gotham. They were brought together to witness the end of the last big gang in Gotham, except for the Penguin who had retreated into hiding.

Maroni was still wearing a decent suit and his white hair was neatly combed back, but his face was covered with bruises, and it was obvious that the injuries he suffered last night had not healed yet.

Harvey Dent took a sip of water to moisten his slightly sore throat.

There have been no surprises in the trial so far. Everyone knows that this trial is just a formality. Based on Maroni's popularity and the evidence collected, a private room can basically be reserved for him in the Black Gate.

"So where was I?" After a brief rest, Harvey played with the coins in his hand and looked at Maroni, who was staring at him with a confident expression. "You are suspected of organizing mafia activities, smuggling, trafficking drugs and harboring felons, among other crimes. What else do you have to say?"

"I'm just a philanthropist who relies on a trust fund for retirement. What you said was done behind my back by my temporary workers." Despite the irrefutable evidence, Maroni still struggled in vain.

Harvey put his hands behind his back, glanced at Maroni with a sneer, and then walked to the evidence table, on which the collected evidence was listed.

"What else do you want to say?" Harvey picked up a cup of yellow liquid on the table. "This thing was found with you."

A cup of highly concentrated drugs, after being diluted and purified dozens of times, can be used as a sinful commodity.

Poisons made from pure chemical materials are cheaper and more vicious.

Maroni knew he had no way out. He glared at Harvey fiercely and said with gritted teeth: "You'd better pray that I get shot. Otherwise, I will kill you, not only you, but also your family and your wife."

"A last-ditch effort and personal threats will not gain you any advantage. I've heard this countless times in the past few months." Harvey glared at Maroni.

"They don't have my power, and their subordinates are far less loyal than mine." Maroni no longer concealed his identity. "Your wife's name is Jenny, right? She was diagnosed with pregnancy at the San Marino Hospital a few days ago."

Harvey's face darkened. He walked up to Maroni with a cold look in his eyes and said through gritted teeth, "You can't do anything. Everything you say to me here will add weight to your sentence. Your life will just rot in prison."

"I may never be free again, but even if you have enacted so many seemingly effective laws, you still don't understand Gotham. My men will avenge me, and they will devour you like sharks."

"Sharks are ferocious predators, but they will prioritize preying on large prey that can't struggle." Harvey raised the poison cup and shook it in front of Maroni. "Compared to me, you're more like a drowning elephant."

Maroni's eyes widened, his bruised face became even more distorted, and he stared at Harvey with extreme hatred.

Anger and shame consumed Maroni's heart. Harvey accurately shattered his inner defenses. His world was screaming and his sanity was being ground.

A yellow-haired coward from another place!

"The law will give you the treatment you deserve. Everyone here is here to witness this." Harvey turned around and spoke to the judge with a victorious attitude, "I think that's enough to say."

Harvey looked at the judge, half of his face facing Maroney, and his glamorous appearance caught his eye, as if he was trampling on his dignity.

The thread of Maroni's rationality was broken, and now he just wanted to smash that arrogant face.

He pulled a bag of concentrated sulfuric acid from his belt.

This was stuffed into his belt by the police who had been bribed in advance during the body search, so that he could melt the restraints and escape after the trial.

But now Maroney no longer thinks about what will happen next, he just wants to make Harvey look bad.

After using brute force to tear open the bag of sulfuric acid, he poured the sulfuric acid on Harvey's face while Harvey was still communicating with the judge.

Because the movement was so big, everyone present saw what Maroni was doing and they even exclaimed in surprise.

Only Harvey, who was right in front of him, had no time to react. He raised his hand urgently to block it, but the sulfuric acid had already passed over his arm and splashed onto half of Harvey's face.

"what!!!"

When sulfuric acid came into contact with the skin, white smoke immediately came out. Harvey fell to the ground in pain, screaming and shaking.

The solemn courtroom was in chaos. No one could have imagined that Maroni would explode in such a situation.

"Alas." Someone in the jury sitting in the audience sighed implicitly, and then issued an instruction to his wrist in a very low voice: "As expected, execute plan B."

As the words fell, a fire alarm suddenly sounded in the courtroom. The judge, who was still trying to organize order, and the jury, who were in chaos, were stunned. Before they could react to what was happening, the courtroom's fire-fighting system had begun to operate, and liquid was spraying out of the ceiling like a shower.

What was strange was that the firefighters did not spray clean water to put out the fire, but a light yellow liquid with a pungent smell.

The atmosphere of panic quickly rose and everyone felt their blood quickening until they realized that the world had changed drastically.

Standing in the dock, Maroney was still staring at Harvey who was lying on the ground. He was still regretting his momentary impulse.

Attacking a prosecutor with contraband in public is simply adding to the sentence.

However, before he could struggle, he was drenched by the light yellow rain. He smelled a familiar pungent smell, and hope was rekindled in his heart, which had been as silent as ashes.

"Klein!" He even moaned excitedly.

"Bang!" The wall collapsed, and a group of people wearing gas masks crowded into the room.

Originally, the people in the room should have been fully prepared to deal with the sudden attack, but under the invasion of the yellow liquid, they covered their heads and wailed. Everyone in the courtroom, from the judge to the patrolman, was swallowed by the fear toxin.

The thugs wearing gas masks did not go on a killing spree, but forcibly took away Maroni, who was also trembling all over. One of them put a mask on Maroni.

"Stay away from me, I can walk by myself." Maroni forcibly shook off the person who was holding him. He still inhaled a lot of toxins. Although he did not suffer a mental breakdown like the others, the people who approached him looked like disgusting skeletons in his eyes.

Maroni believed that these were his loyal subordinates, just like the loyal men who saved the Penguin, who came to save him.

However, just as they left the court through the blown-up wall, Maroni and others were hit in the face by a searchlight.

The police officers who had been waiting nearby gathered quickly, and in just a short while, they had surrounded the Solomon Court.

……

The trauma team had only been cutting the ribbon for about an hour when they welcomed their first customer.

Harvey Dent was brought in on a stretcher, groaning.

Commissioner Gordon followed behind, his lips twitching, his face full of sadness and self-blame.

"Damn, we underestimated Maroni..." Gordon's first words when he saw Valerie were regret.

During the three months of cooperation, the Gotham Iron Triangle sent many gangsters to jail. Neither the brutal Penguin nor the irritable Black Mask were crazy enough to attack the prosecutor in court.

Although the Gotham Police Chief learned a lesson and promptly controlled the situation after the Penguin broke into the prison, it was too late to save Harvey from the damage.

After sending his men to arrest Maroney, Gordon personally led a team into the court to control the situation. When he saw Harvey lying on the ground with a disfigured face, his heart seemed to skip a beat.

After despair, he almost subconsciously thought of Cash and the woman who cured Cash.

As if grasping at a life-saving straw, Gordon hurriedly arranged to take Harvey to the trauma team that had just started.

He only hopes to save Harvey, not only for the order that Gotham has finally gotten back on track, but also for the lives of his comrades.

Valerie patted Gordon's shoulder, thought about it, but still couldn't say any words of comfort. She walked to Harvey's wheelchair and silently looked at Harvey's face distorted by disfigurement and pain.

Half of Harvey's face skin had been dissolved away, revealing bright red flesh still oozing with blood and pus. His eyelids had also been burned off, and his chest was protruding in pain, and his eyeballs looked like they would fall out at any moment.

Valerie couldn't help but feel a strange sense of absurdity as she looked at this familiar and horrifying appearance.

"Is it fate? Is this destined to happen to you?" Valerie frowned. She found it hard to accept it for a moment.

Valerie has been paying attention to the situation in Gotham. The Joker is still lying in the mental hospital, and the gangs are just for show. The factors that made Two-Face turn evil that she had seen in the movies do not exist in theory.

But Harvey Dent was still disfigured, which was like the fuse of a disaster.

Valerie pushed Harvey's gurney to take him to the ward, but as soon as her hand reached the handle, Harvey's ragged hand was already around Valerie's wrist.

"V...my...wife..." Harvey tried hard to stare with his bloodshot eyes.

In the court, Harvey was also sprayed with fear toxin. Now, he was in pain and fear, but he still forced himself to stay rational and tried his best to protect the most important person to him.

Yeah, people.

Valerie realized why Bruce left in a hurry after receiving the call during the previous conversation, and also remembered one of the most fundamental reasons for Two-Face's fall.

She took a breath, then opened the address book in her field of vision. She wanted to write a text message to Helena, asking her to support Batman.

"I will give you back your handsome little face, I just hope you won't turn into a dark person like a schoolboy." Valerie put on her gloves.

For standard injuries like Harvey's, Valerie only needs to use the medicine inherited from the game to heal it, but she still has to replace Harvey's prosthetic body after taking the medicine.

At least he has to be invulnerable to swords and guns. If Harvey is like this, he will only have more and more enemies in the future.

Valerie just couldn't believe it. She had come to this world, and had the rare advantage of being a time traveler to know things. How could she just watch everything go from bad to worse?

Valerie didn't rush to give Harvey medicine. Instead, she brought a coffin-like box filled with cold water with ice cubes floating in it.

Valerie did not undress Harvey. After a simple body search and taking out all valuables, she put Harvey into cold water to physically anesthetize him.

The blood floated into the ice water, and Valerie mixed the medicine like a doctor, mixing the sedative for anesthesia with Forvela.

She walked back to Harvey and inserted the needle into one of Harvey's hands: "Go to sleep, everything will be fine when you wake up."

Harvey looked at his reflection on the ceiling, which was becoming even more unrecognizable due to the effects of the fear toxin, and slowly lost consciousness...

……

The Gotham Police Department caught Maroni and took him back to the detention center, while the other bigwigs who were infected with the toxin were sent to the hospital. Since no one else was as seriously injured as Harvey, no one else was sent to Valerie.

Compared to his previous hysterical look of desperate struggle, Maroni, who was arrested again, looked as pale as death. He just followed the detectives into the police car without saying a word.

People breathed a sigh of relief. Although the prosecutor's life or death was unknown, Maroney's arrest made the attack seem like a farce.

On a deserted beach in Gotham, a low-key van braked to a sudden stop.

Maroni, who had theoretically been sent to the detention center, got out of the van covered in dust and a gas mask on his face.

"Shadow Warrior... you're really smart. I wonder where you got a stand that looks so much like me..." Maroni said admiringly to the person behind him, but his voice was still trembling. "Can you give me the antidote now? Your poison makes me feel uncomfortable all over."

"..."

The person in the car did not respond. A gloved hand suddenly reached out and pressed on the car door. What was different was that each finger of the glove was tied with at least one syringe, with yellow liquid flowing through it.

A hooded man slowly walked out of the car. He was naked on the upper body, but his skin was dry as if it had no moisture.

He raised his head, revealing a face made of a mixture of straw and skin. Even if one had not been infected by the fear toxin, one would subconsciously feel fear when seeing this face.

This is the Scarecrow who has recently made it difficult for Batman and the Gotham Police Department to track him down. In order to avoid being hunted down, he has made a series of horrifying changes to himself.

He is obviously only in his twenties, but from a distance he looks like a hunchbacked old man.

"You did a great job, Klein. It's worth my protection." Maroni praised. "Now, give me the antidote. I will reward you."

"..." The Scarecrow did not make any move immediately. He raised his head slightly and stared at Maroni's face with empty eyes, which made his back chill.

"You are no longer of use."

Klein's words made Maroni feel like he was falling into an ice cellar.

NO65. Kill the donkey after it has done its job

“You went through so much trouble to rescue me just to tell me this?” Maroni thought Klein was joking.

"..." Scarecrow was not good at communication as usual. He tilted his head and spoke like a line from a movie, "You know too much."

"Klein, are you going to rebel? I've treated you well!" Maroni noticed that a group of people followed Scarecrow out of the car. Although they looked like a group of evil spirits in their poisoned state, they should be his men, so he pretended to be angry.

The Scarecrow didn't answer him, but just looked at the car behind him.

The car window was rolled down, and a tall and thin man wearing glasses and a mask looked over from inside the car.

Maroni shuddered. In his eyes, which were infected by the poison, this was another evil ghost.

"Heh, look how scared he is." The man laughed in his throat and spoke to the scarecrow, "Before this guy betrayed me, he was a senior official under Falcone. No matter who he was, he would have to stay away from him."

"He is afraid." But that was all the Scarecrow cared about.

"Yes, he is afraid. Although it is because of your poison, he is indeed afraid of me, you know? I have always wanted these people, these high and mighty people to look at me like this." The man did not get out of the car, but he still clapped his hands, "The substitute will integrate the forces for you in prison, so you can go on your way with peace of mind."

This time it was said to Maroni, as if saying goodbye.

"Wait, you want to kill me? You want to kill me?! Using my people?!" Maroni roared in disbelief, but it was no use. Those former subordinates approached him with all kinds of weapons, looking like devils from hell.

"You'd better not let me know who you are, kid." Maroni retreated while uttering harsh words in a stubborn manner.

"I really want to take off my disguise, let you see who I am, and then die unwillingly. But unfortunately, my greatest strength is my prudence." The man in sunglasses rolled up the car window and waved his hand, "Handle it slowly, let your boss enjoy it."

"You..." Maroni tried to struggle, but his men had already walked up to him and hit him on the back with a stick, knocking him to the ground.

A group of thugs who used to be afraid to even breathe in front of him surrounded him, each holding a stick, hitting him like raindrops.

Maroni lay in a mess on the asphalt road, his body shaking with every blow. At first he wanted to maintain his dignity as a big boss, but soon he could not bear it anymore and screamed as the stick fell on him.