I, V, Gotham Legend

Two-Face did not appear, but Harvey stared at Victor in front of him and said nothing. He obviously did not trust this criminal who suddenly appeared.

Valerie couldn't stand it anymore. She walked up and pushed Victor away: "You are the kind of person who always talks to people as if they are questioning you."

Victor didn't care about that. He just turned around and said, "This guy probably didn't see any hallucinations."

"Yes, I can see that." Valerie breathed a sigh of relief. She walked over to Harvey, "Don't worry. This cover is to protect you. It's a bit cold here after all."

"V, you are actually with a wanted fugitive." Harvey said, trying to raise his head.

"I thought you all knew that Lao Wei was following me." Valerie was a little helpless, "Don't worry, Gordon turned a blind eye to this matter."

Although she didn't know whether Gordon knew that Mr. Freeze was around her, she felt that Gordon was so smart that he should have guessed it to some extent.

"What is going on?" Perhaps because of his trust in V, Harvey's tone softened a lot.

"There's good news and bad news." Valerie sat down beside Harvey's bed. Although she said this opening sentence, she didn't let him choose. "The good news is that the prosthetic body you replaced has nothing to do with the Two-Face you saw. You can still continue to be a super-powered person."

"what are you saying……"

Before Harvey could figure out what the term "superpower" meant, Valerie continued, "The bad news is that you do have a mental illness. It's your own problem, and you've had it for at least twenty years."

As she spoke, Valerie taped a sheet to the glass in front of Harvey so that he could see it clearly: "Look here, I'm too lazy to point it out, but you should be able to see it. I made it bold on purpose."

Harvey didn't answer. He read the handwriting on the list clearly and didn't reply for a long time.

A long paragraph full of academic terms can be ignored, but the word with dual personality is so eye-catching.

The words turned into memories that pierced deeply into Harvey's mind, but the first thing he remembered was not the red, devilish, rotten face, but the coin friend who had always been by his side in the dark confinement of his childhood.

NO70. Malice of the World

"We gave you medication for a range of mental illnesses... it might have been an overdose, but you shouldn't be able to see your other personality now, right?"

Valerie put down the list and briefly explained the situation.

"Victor may have been a little serious with you just now...but the prosthesis is very important to him, and he wants to make sure that your illness has nothing to do with the prosthesis."

The prosthesis concerns Nora, so Victor must be extremely cautious.

"My brain..." Harvey raised his hand and touched his forehead, "I should have been fine a long time ago."

"It seems like you've had an attack before." Valerie's eyes were filled with pity. "Perhaps this disfigurement has traumatized you or something."

“Will I go crazy again?”

"It depends on you. You haven't done anything too dangerous yet. But you may not do that in the future." Valerie said, "This laboratory is relatively secret. I'll take you back later. You can talk to your wife about what to do next."

Harvey sighed deeply as Valerie replaced the sedative in the injection he was still hanging on.

Watching Harvey fall asleep quickly, Valerie summoned a robot like a grappling hook to come and pull away the gurney on which Harvey was lying.

Then, Valerie took Harvey's medical record and returned to the research table where she had been standing before. She spread the record on the table and examined it carefully.

Victor was packing up some props he brought with him. This was the freezing laboratory located in the basement of the trauma team, which was specially prepared for his visit, but Victor preferred the base under Gotham Hospital.

He saw Valerie still studying Harvey's medical records and couldn't help but say, "V, the prosecutor's mental illness has nothing to do with the prosthesis. You don't have to care so much."

The trauma team only deals with physical injuries. If you have psychological problems, just go see a psychologist.

"No, you don't understand. He shouldn't be like this." Valerie sighed tiredly, "If he is corrupted, what difference does it make whether I come to Gotham or not?"

"He just has a dual personality, and he hasn't reached the level of depravity yet." Victor shook his head. "Besides... he looks very energetic."

After the anesthesia wore off, the first thing Victor said was to scold the wanted criminal. It was obvious that he was still filled with a sense of justice.

Valerie pulled up a bunch of drawings on the computer. She was still studying spiritual things, and looking at this pile of text just felt like a mess.

She looked away and saw Victor looking at her, his worry clearly visible under the glass bathtub-like hood.

"It's hard to explain this. There is some kind of malice in this world, just like the death of the Waynes and your wife's illness." Valerie said with her eyes closed.

"...You're right." Mr. Freeze didn't really understand what Valerie meant, but the experiences of his wife and mother made him empathize with what Valerie said.

Valerie didn't know what would happen to Mr. Freeze in the original work, but she believed that Victor's darkening must be related to his wife's illness.

"I'll keep Dante in check." Valerie put away a pile of lists on the table. "This is my challenge to the world."

Victor was surprised for a moment. He felt that what Valerie said sounded a bit childish. How could a schizophrenic prosecutor be related to challenging the world?

However, Valerie would often say things that sounded like game terms in real life, and Victor would treat them as slogans.

However, he still insisted on his original point of view: "You pay too much attention to Harvey Dent. You are running a surgical hospital. The patient's psychological problems are not within the scope of your work."

"That's why I said it was a challenge. If I can make Harvey Dent stay true to himself, then we can definitely save Nora." Valerie said, straightening her back.

"..." Victor was slightly confused, "Is there any connection between these two things?"

"They are all the malice of the world," Valerie said seriously.

“……” Mr. Freeze was silent. He stared straight into Valerie’s eyes. Although he still didn’t quite understand, seeing her serious look, Victor finally gave in.

"I can help you. Just come to me when you need me." Victor picked up the luggage, turned around and left. He wanted to put the luggage on the motorcycle parked at the back door.

Valerie made him a motorcycle that could make him invisible, and although he would rather drive a car, for some reason, V was very persistent in letting him wear this armor and ride a motorcycle.

"..." Valerie looked at Victor's leaving back and couldn't help but reveal a strange and complicated smile. She really didn't expect to hear from Victor that if she needed anything, she could find him.

The solid ice is also gradually melting.

Valerie watched Victor leave the room, then her eyes returned to the documents on the research table.

She knew almost nothing about psychology, and it had little to do with her most iconic technical abilities.

"It's so annoying... Should I hire a psychiatrist?"

Valerie thought of Harleen Quinzel, who seemed to be a PhD in psychology from a prestigious university and had once provided her with psychological counseling.

But the last time she saw Harleen, she didn't look normal either, and Valerie wasn't sure if she was just letting herself go in a normal way.

She sat down again and looked at the text on the computer for a while. Finally, she couldn't stand it anymore and threw Harvey's medical record to the ground.

You can't just make a relic and print out the extra personalities, right?

Due to the plot of the game, Valerie has never had a very good impression of relic. Even though she saw the word on the panel, she had no intention of delving into it.

I was afraid that Keanu Reeves would pop up from somewhere and snatch my body away.

Valerie always felt that it was weird to share a body with a man. Rather than being possessed by an outsider like in the original work, she would rather have a split personality like Harvey.

At least it's myself.

Valerie rubbed her temples. She felt like a drowning person falling into the sea, trying to find a way to climb ashore.

She suddenly thought, since they are the same person, why must Harvey's other personality be corrupt?

Valerie has never communicated with Harvey's other personality. She just instinctively felt that Harvey was a villain in the original work. The reason why he became bad was solved by himself in this world, and then he inexplicably developed a dual personality.

She subconsciously thought that dual personality must be bad because two-faced people are bad people.

Just like Mr. Freeze said, dual personality does not necessarily mean depravity. Maybe, just like in the movie, Harvey's other personality can be guided by acquired factors.

Valerie stood up from her chair and decided to face Harvey again and get to know him better.

NO71. I am a superhero

After school today, Dick asked Alfred for leave on the pretext of going to a party with his classmates.

These days Dick would use this excuse to meet Batman. He would walk to the Next Life Building, which was very close to the school, and do his homework while waiting for Batman to drive over to pick him up.

If Batman didn't show up within two hours, he would go home after finishing his homework.

They worked together so tacitly and harmoniously that every time Batman came to pick him up, he would bring Robin's uniform.

For some reason, Alfred didn't set a curfew for Dick like other parents in Gotham did for their children. Whenever Dick said he wanted to be home late, he agreed without asking any questions.

As for his nominal guardian, Bruce Wayne, Dick had barely met him.

But tonight, although Alfred still agreed to let Dick come home late, his voice was trembling, as if he was heartbroken.

Fortunately, when we talked again half an hour ago, Ah Fu's emotions had stabilized and he was no longer so devastated.

In order to wait for Batman, Dick deliberately wrote slowly. Malone, the owner of the Laisheng Bar, took good care of him and even sent a fierce-looking uncle to help him with his homework.

Uncle Baker is also a strange person. He is a good student, but he works as a bartender in a bar.

It is said that he had good grades in school, but his older brother died in a gang fight before the university interview, so he had to give up college and adopt his older brother's child.

Although Dick sympathized with his uncle's situation, he still felt it was strange that he admired the gangsters when he spoke. He felt that he must put him back on the right track after he became a superhero.

"Beep~" A green light lit up on Dick's watch, and he knew it was his partner sending him a signal.

"Sorry, I have to go. My adoptive father has sent someone to pick me up." Dick said goodbye to his fierce uncle.

Baker looked relieved and waved to Dick, signaling him to leave quickly.

Dick trotted out of the private room and ran upstairs.

However, just as he reached the door, he happened to see Batman chatting face to face with Malone.

"Are you still able to move? From what I understand, you fell pretty hard." Malone said, looking at Batman.

When Batman was sent to the trauma team, Malone still hadn't left there.

"You know why," Batman replied.

"Indeed, if I didn't know V well, I would have thought that you also had some extraordinary abilities." Batman seemed to be nothing special in Malone's eyes. "Or do you really have some abilities?"

Batman glanced around the layout of the Afterlife bar.

Valerie bought the building with the money Batman gave her.

But he didn't mention this: "I have something to talk to you about."

"I'm not a gangster... These forces are only for self-protection." Malone seemed to guess what Batman was talking about. "If you want to know what information, why don't you investigate it yourself?"

Dick, who had been eavesdropping, looked at Malone strangely. He was a little confused. Wasn't Batman trying to find out something now?

But Batman understood what Malone meant: "What identity do you think is most suitable?"

"I'm happy to help you. After all, you're doing good for the city." Malone suddenly spoke from the heart, and then he changed the subject, "But I'm almost eighty years old. There are some things you want me to do that I really can't do myself."

Batman understood: "I can take your place."

Dick didn't understand what they were saying, but Malone nodded: "Okay, I don't think you need such a status."

Batman nodded in satisfaction. He finally turned around and looked at Dick who had been hiding aside: "I thought you were staying in the gym upstairs."

"Ah?" Dick didn't expect to be suddenly addressed. He was stunned for a moment, then reacted, "Ah, it's too noisy upstairs, it delayed my homework. Although there is music in the bar, the private room is quite quiet."

Batman nodded and agreed with Dick's reason. He threw a uniform into Dick's hand and then turned around: "Let's go. Penguin's men are planning to make a deal in Coventry."

"Ah? Um..." Dick was a little surprised that Batman didn't hide his identity in front of Malone, but he still followed Bat's pace obediently, changing clothes while walking.

"When are you going to take me to teach the Penguin a lesson?" Robin followed Batman, who was already wearing a hood and eye mask.

"When you're ready." Batman said calmly.

Dick was somewhat dissatisfied. Batman had used this excuse to evade him many times during this period, but he quickly put this dissatisfaction behind him.

Since Batman said he wasn't ready, then he definitely wasn't ready!

He skipped in front of Batman again. Batman looked at his lively back and couldn't help but vision in the farther direction, and even his steady pace quickened.

……

After being knocked unconscious and resuscitated several times in one day, Harvey finally reached an agreement with his wife.

They will leave Gotham after being discharged from the hospital tomorrow and find a reliable psychiatrist.

But after hearing their choice, the attending physician Valerie pointed them to a new path.

"Maroni has been a big shot in Gotham for so long. Even if he has little ability, he still has considerable influence. I have seen Maroni's people in Metropolis." Valerie had taken off her white coat and put on a tightly wrapped but inexplicably sexy nurse uniform. "Besides, you have offended so many people in Gotham. There is no guarantee that they will not retaliate against you."

"Then what should we do? Stay in Gotham and wait for death in the place where our enemies have the greatest power?" Perhaps because he had suffered too many blows in one day, Harvey's tone was a little aggressive.

"Gotham has me." Valerie pushed up her decorative plain glasses. "Not only can I provide you with shelter, but I also saved your disfigured face. What else is there to worry about?"

Harvey frowned: "Why should I trust you to protect me? How can you guarantee that you can protect us?"

"You are my first customer and a platinum member. This is the insurance you need." This was made up. Valerie had no such obligation. She just wanted to keep Harvey and the others here.