I, V, Gotham Legend

Blood seeped into the road and Maroni gradually lost his life. He fell to the ground, his bones twisted, staring at the van with lifeless eyes, and he took his last breath.

The brothers felt that it was enough, so they picked up Maroni's body, stuffed him into a cement barrel, filled it with cement and threw it into the sea.

Only after they finished all this did they stretch their joints and return to the road, trying to get on the van.

But the Scarecrow, who had already returned to the car, closed the door first.

"Hey! Boss! Have you forgotten about us?" These thugs walked to the front of the van. They betrayed Maroni in the hope of living a good life with these new bosses.

The man in sunglasses did not roll down the window to answer. He sneered in a voice that only the scarecrow could hear: "Sorry, it's not time for me to step forward... My greatest strength is my prudence."

After emphasizing, he suddenly stepped on the accelerator, and the van accelerated without warning, knocking down the person blocking the front.

Someone sensed something was wrong and tried to run away, but he was too close to the car, and the man in sunglasses just turned the steering wheel and caught up with them.

As if to ensure death, or perhaps to satisfy some perverted desire, the man in sunglasses drove his car back and forth to crush his subordinates, making sure that they were killed to the utmost.

“Hahahaha!” The man in sunglasses laughed strangely, then immediately suppressed his emotion. “No, it’s not time to enjoy ourselves yet. Let’s go, Klein, change cars, and then continue…what Maroni did with you.”

"Batman..." Scarecrow suddenly spoke, he had someone more concerned about.

"Batman? Don't worry, I always put him in the most dangerous position." The man in sunglasses patted the steering wheel proudly, "I am playing with this city in the palm of my hand!"

……

Because of his many enemies, Harvey's residence has always been secret, but for a force like Maroni, it is not difficult to find it.

The Batmobile stopped in front of Harvey's villa. As the incident happened suddenly, he did not bring Robin with him.

Just moments ago, Bruce was chatting with V at the newly opened trauma team when the guards he had placed near Harvey's house alerted him.

Knowing that Harvey's wife might be in danger, Bruce immediately left Valerie's company, put on a bat costume during the day, and wanted to rescue Harvey's wife first.

But after pushing open the door to Dent's house, he didn't see anyone, whether it was the gangster or Harvey's wife.

Fortunately, Batman has a lot of high-tech skills. He turned on his detective vision, simply scanned the sound waves in the room, and came to a reassuring conclusion.

Harvey's wife was not kidnapped. This should be because of the lesson she learned from the previous experience with the ventriloquist. There should be a secret passage in this room. After realizing the danger, Jenny took the initiative to escape.

Although the thugs did not find Harvey's wife, they still did not intend to let go of the house. They had poured fuel on every floor, intending to blow the house up in one fell swoop.

Now, they have reached the final stage of preparation and are playing with lighters, planning to leave through the main entrance.

This time, he ran into Batman head-on.

"You must be the one that the boss's confidant was talking about." After staring at each other for a few seconds, the person with the most expensive clothes in the group stepped forward.

Batman just made a fist gesture.

Afterwards, several thugs were suddenly attacked. Their backs were grabbed by hooks, and several people were pulled up at the same time and hung on the beams. The lighters fell weakly to the ground.

Batman had already prepared a trap in Harvey's house, just to come in handy in today's situation.

"How many of you have?" Batman asked coldly as he stood in front of the thugs who were hanging like bacon.

A few gangsters wanted to show some toughness, but Batman picked up a lighter from the ground and signaled the fuel under the feet of the group of people with his eyes.

These few simple actions scared the gangsters. They couldn't guarantee that Batman would not kill people as rumored, and they rushed to report the layout given by their boss.

Batman put the lighter in his pocket and ignored the gangsters. He turned around and left the room.

Now that Jenny is safe for the time being, Batman can free up his hands and feet to concentrate on dealing with the gangs.

After walking out the door, Batman first looked at the roof of a building in the distance.

NO66. Childhood friends

Harvey Dent felt himself floating in the air, hot and cold.

The air gradually became unusually fresh, yet filled with steam like a steamer, but he couldn't tell whether it was uncomfortable or comfortable.

Harvey has a dream in which he recalls a childhood filled with pain.

The only thing that could be considered lucky about my childhood was that I grew up in a relatively wealthy family.

Harvey's father has been a cruel domestic violence demon since he was a child. When he was only a few years old, he beat his mother so badly that she fled back to her hometown.

After his mother ran away, all of his father's violence was transferred to little Harvey, who has lived under high pressure and control that is unimaginable for ordinary people since he was a child.

It wasn't until he was about thirteen that his father locked him up in a small basement to reflect on his actions after he made a small mistake that he could no longer remember.

However, as if it was retribution, on the night Harvey was locked up, his father died suddenly of a heart attack caused by long-term alcoholism and staying up late.

Young Harvey was left in solitary confinement. He couldn't open the closed door by himself and had to stay alone in the dark and small room. The only thing that accompanied him was a coin with human images on both sides.

For a month, Harvey spent a desperate month in hunger and darkness, but he did not feel lonely.

Because he had a talking coin with him. It cheered him up in Harvey's hand, told him that there was still hope, and relieved his pain in the silence and darkness.

Motivated by the coin, Harvey never gave up hope of living. He survived by catching mice, digging moss to quench his thirst, and even digging cockroaches out of the corners of the wall.

This kind of life lasted for a month until the stench of his father's rotting body attracted the attention of the neighbors and the police finally broke into his house.

Harvey will never forget that day when the police opened the door of his confinement cell. The sunlight that he had not seen for a long time almost blinded Harvey's eyes. In his eyes, the police were like angels coming with holy light.

The policeman's face could not be seen in the glaring light, but the coins in his hand were cheering for Harvey, happy that they had finally escaped.

Harvey was transferred to the hospital and received a series of physical and psychological treatments, but for some reason, the coin friend who had spent the most difficult years with him gradually became less talkative.

It was not until the policeman came to visit him that he realized that there was no such thing as a talking coin, and that Harvey had been talking to himself the day he escaped.

The painful past could not defeat young Harvey. He aspired to become a hero who could save others like the policeman. He kept the coin with him as a symbol of luck.

To this day, when he encounters a difficult problem, Harvey still flips a coin. He knows that the result is fixed, and perhaps he just wants to get encouragement from his friends as before.

Harvey was still floating in the sky of his dreams, watching his life like a kaleidoscope, until the end, when the picture froze on a horrible face with half of it burned.

He knew that it was himself.

"thump!"

Harvey woke up with a start in the icy water and plopped down, splashing water all over the floor.

He looked at the familiar handsome face reflected on the ceiling in horror, and for a moment he didn't realize where he was.

"You woke up faster than I expected... How do you feel? Can you make any expressions?" Valerie asked, wearing a white coat like a nurse and holding a notebook.

"You are... V?" Harvey was still confused, his brain numbed by the sedative gradually becoming clear.

He remembered that he must have been in court and had sulfuric acid poured all over his body by Maroni!

Harvey immediately sat up, trying to check his condition.

In my memory, the hands that blocked some of the sulfuric acid are still white, and there are no signs of corrosion on the shoulders.

"This is……"

"Thanks for using the Trauma Team's Platinum Package, which includes plastic surgery, subcutaneous armor, neural interfaces, and Qilus. These are all top-notch gadgets, and the total cost is at least four million." Valerie has already started to calculate the bill.

"So what happened before wasn't a dream?" Harvey knew he was asking nonsense, but he still had fantasies.

"Don't worry, your wife is safe, and you're fine," Valerie consoled her. "Don't worry about the bill, one of your friends will probably be happy to pay for it."

Valerie's ordinary prosthetics are still affordable, but the ones she installed on Harvey are high-end ones that can allow him to debut as a hero directly.

Harvey took a deep breath, he still had a feeling of unreality. He raised his hand in front of his eyes and stared at the water droplets rolling down it.

For some reason, he felt his vision became clearer and he could clearly see every pore on his skin.

Harvey pondered for a long time before he put down his hand and looked up at Valerie: "Thank you, I can never repay you for your kindness."

"What favor? Just tell Batman to remember to transfer the money." Valerie put down the notebook and said as if she was joking.

"That's right, that guy looks very rich..." Harvey laughed, then he put his hands on the edge of the ice coffin and struggled to stand up, "Sorry, Miss V, I have to excuse myself."

He still missed his wife, and now he has no idea what happened in the courthouse, but he still remembers that there was chaos and that Maroni seemed to be planning to escape.

But he had just barely stood up from the bathtub when he fell to the ground weakly. He felt his hands and feet were out of control.

Valerie immediately supported Harvey and slowly put him back into the ice water: "Your anesthetic effect hasn't worn off yet, and your body temperature is too high. You'd better rest for a while... Don't worry, your wife will not be in danger. Batman and Huntress are protecting her."

Harvey wanted to say something, but when he saw Valerie's famous blue hair, he fell silent.

Trust V, trust Batman, they will be fine.

……

careless...

[Master? Can you still speak? Hold on, I'm asking for your help... Please, hold on...] Alfred's voice trembled in the headset.

Batman fell to the ground, the back of his head made close contact with the ground, and his nose bled.

Just now, when Batman was shuttling between high-rise buildings, someone used a sniper rifle to accurately cut off his grappling gun and the part connecting his cloak to his shoulders, causing Batman to lose control and fall to the ground uncontrollably for a moment.

The attacker not only had superb marksmanship, but was also familiar with Batman's tricks. It only took him two shots to force him into a desperate situation.

At this time, a group of thugs had surrounded them. They looked at the Batman lying on the ground with fear and curiosity.

Someone tried to take off his mask, but was struck by electric current and flew away the moment his hand touched the mask, which made the superstitious thugs even more terrified.

"This guy is blessed with witchcraft!"

"What should we do? Kill him?"

Just as the gangsters were discussing how to deal with the bat, they suddenly heard a deafening engine sound.

"Stay away from him! You bastards!" The huntress rushed over on a motorcycle.

NO67. Reject?

Batman fell to the ground, his skull taking quite a beating, and he even had trouble getting up.

But he was still able to think, he recognized the voice of the person coming, it was V's assistant, the famous female hunter.

She rode a motorcycle that did not belong to this era and stopped in front of several thugs in a cool manner. The Huntress jumped off the motorcycle, shouting fiercely and beating up the thugs who approached Batman.

"What is this? Batgirl?" The gangsters were startled by the sudden break-in.

"Remember, the person who beat you up is called the Huntress!" Helena raised her fist as big as a casserole and punched the thugs who approached her like sandbags.

The huntress looked like an angry lioness as she fought among the crowd, completely different from the shy and cautious look she had when she was with Valerie.

When she finished cleaning up these thugs, she almost immediately knelt in front of Batman and nervously tried to smell his breath.

"Fortunately... there is still hope..." Helena knew Valerie's great strength. If she was seriously injured, she could be saved even if she only had one breath left.

According to first aid procedures, Helena planned to give Batman a shot of the diluted therapeutic drug that Valerie prepared for her, and then put him on the motorcycle and take him to V.

Bruce couldn't reply anymore, he subconsciously wanted to refuse the help of the huntress, but unfortunately he couldn't do anything.

Alfred did not help the young master to refuse, as he thought it would be safest to be taken away by the huntress.

Bruce could catch the old butler's sigh of relief in his roaring eardrums.

"V asked me to come and take Harvey's wife away... Then I heard your... partner's call for help. He used a public signal." Huntress knew that Batman could probably hear it. While tying Batman to the motorcycle, she explained the ins and outs of her coming here. "Luckily, it was me who received the signal, otherwise, your miserable appearance would be known to the world."

The second half of the sentence might have been a joke meant to calm her nerves, but the huntress clearly couldn't laugh.

"Hold on...I'll go get Mrs. Dent. This isn't far from V's hospital."

Bruce did not reply. He accepted the help of the huntress. He knew in his heart that this was the best help for him...

……

"I say, this is only the first day of business, can you please stop taking care of my business like this?"

These were the first words Valerie said when she saw Batman being wheeled in.

Batman was speechless. His body was tied to a gurney and he was only breathing weakly. The medicine the Huntress gave him could only keep him alive. It was a miracle that he could hold on until now.

The Huntress pushed Batman into the ward, and Jenny, who was brought back with her, immediately ran to Harvey's ward after inquiring.

After Batman's bed was parked next to the ice bathtub, Valerie began to mix the medicine like a doctor.

"In that case, I'll also give you a new body... Look at what you look like now. You became like this just from a fall." Valerie muttered as she mixed the medicine, but as soon as she finished her words, she heard a tapping sound.

Valerie turned around and saw that Batman was still in the same miserable state, the only difference was that his little finger was trembling and tapping on the bed.

"...You don't want it? What's wrong with a prosthetic? You can become stronger and invulnerable." Valerie understood what Batman meant. She put down the medicine and asked with a frown.