I, V, Gotham Legend

"What can I do for you?" Batman observed the environment and the movements of the prisoners, and felt that the time was almost right, so he asked as he walked.

[It's very unusual that the communication signal was cut off this time. Even the Kryptonian network was cut off... Who do you think can do this?] Barbara asked in the communication.

"..." Batman passed by the floor grille and saw a trophy glowing green with his sharp eyes, but he ignored it for the time being. "I have a candidate. It seems that the Joker has called a lot of people to cooperate with him."

[…Just the people in Arkham?] Barbara asked curiously.

"..." Batman did not reply. In fact, he had a bad guess. "We need to resolve the matter in the asylum as soon as possible."

Today is destined to be a long night.

Batman moved between the patrolling prisoners, not taking down any of them.

The Joker put heart rate monitors on his men. If the ventriloquist sitting in the observation room on the third floor found that someone's heartbeat became abnormal, he would shoot without hesitation.

It's incredible that a brutal and conceited gangster like Puppet Scarface is willing to play by the Joker's rules.

Batman used his silent grappling claws to nimbly climb onto the beam, only a ceiling away from the ventriloquist.

[That's right!] Valerie's voice suddenly rang through the comms again, causing Batman to pause in applying the explosives to his head.

"what happened?"

"Have you seen the Titan? A big monster that the vegetatives say the Joker is doing." Valerie said.

"We've already fought before, so it's not dangerous to you." Batman turned on his detective vision and watched the ventriloquist walking back and forth through the wall.

[Is that true? But that thing is really disgusting... She also said that the Joker worked with some doctor.]

"It's Dr. Hugo Strange." Batman said directly, "He joined Arkham with Scarecrow, and he is very likely Scarecrow's accomplice inside Arkham."

The police and Batman have long known that there are Scarecrow's accomplices inside Arkham. They have investigated many times, but Hugo has always hidden very well.

Batman only recently caught Hugo's tail, and before he could go to collect evidence, Hugo had already started to cause trouble.

"The buyer of the drugs we seized in Metropolis before was Strange. His relationship with Scarecrow was more like an exchange of interests." Batman said.

[Those drugs...]

Valerie was about to ask something else, but Batman interrupted her: "That's about it."

[What? ]

Batman pressed the control button of the gel explosive in his hand, and the ceiling above his head, which had a symbol painted on it with gel, shattered with a loud bang.

The ventriloquist holding the puppet Scarface fell down. Batman was quick-witted and grabbed the ventriloquist by the collar and pulled him back to the beam.

"Hey...Batman, I've missed you for a long time!" The puppet Scarface raised his gun and pointed it at Batman.

Batman grabbed Scarface and pulled him whole.

"No! Boss!" the old man cried in despair.

Batman looked at the puppet in his hand silently. He remembered that he had smashed Scarface last time.

It looks like the old man made a new one himself.

Batman smashed Scarface into the ceiling next to him, leaving a crack on the new puppet's head.

Then he let go of Scarface and let him fall to the ground.

"No!!!" The ventriloquist was very desperate. Batman did not knock him out physically. Instead, he grabbed the old man's ankle with a rope and nailed the other side to the beam, then pushed the old man down.

The old man screamed and fell, but he didn't really fall down. The rope on his feet kept him hanging upside down on the beam.

The commotion here had attracted the attention of the prisoners patrolling on the ground. Batman did not linger. He jumped up and climbed up through the hole he had blown open.

Commissioner Gordon was sitting not far away, tied to a stool with his mouth sealed with tape.

"Gordon is out of danger for the time being." Batman reported to the two daughters of the director who were inexplicably concerned about him.

[Thank God!] Barbara's voice was filled with relief.

[It’s quite neat.] Valerie couldn’t help but admire it.

Batman walked over to Gordon and ripped off the tape on his mouth.

NO111. It’s you again…

"You ripped a handful of my beard off," Gordon joked. "It was slower than I thought it would be."

"Something delayed me." Batman said as he walked behind Gordon and untied the rope for him.

"They're coming." Gordon saw the prisoners with guns approaching through the observation window.

"We have other problems than those people." Batman pulled Gordon up and put a baton in his hand. "Take this and hide first."

"What's the matter..." Before Gordon could finish his question, the wall behind them suddenly made a cracking sound.

Gordon turned around as if he had been electrocuted, but Batman was prepared.

The wall covered with mahogany wallpaper slowly opened up, revealing a horrifying scene behind it.

A skinny man, just skin and bones, was hung at the back, with several tubes tied to his body and a mask like that of a Mexican wrestler on his head.

"He is..." Gordon's voice trembled slightly, he already had a guess.

"Bane," Batman answered.

The hanging skeleton seemed to hear Batman calling his name, and he slowly raised his head like a dying zombie.

"You guys met Bane again?" Valerie asked over Batman's comms.

"Very different from the last time I saw him," Batman mused.

"Put me down." Bane saw Batman and light lit up in his dead eyes.

"Who made you like this? Was it the Joker?" Batman did not move immediately.

"That Asian doctor! That witch!" It seemed that hatred made Bane's voice louder.

At this moment, the standard prelude of the insane asylum broadcast sounded, and a hoarse voice that seemed to be trying to hold back a laugh came: "What a touching reunion of old friends! Remember the last time you met, you were fighting to the death!"

“Oh, I heard the clown’s voice!” Valerie commented as if she was listening to a live broadcast.

"Hahahaha! This is the little gift I prepared for you! Batman!"

As the Joker spoke, the tube inserted into Bane lit up and green liquid flowed into Bane's body through the red tube.

Bane raised his head in pain, his skinny, skeleton-like body heaving and his muscles and blood vessels bulging.

[Do you need my help? I can give you a discount. The price is fair and I will not cheat anyone.] Valerie knew what happened when she heard Bain's screams, and she suggested on the phone.

"No need, go and take care of the defense system first." Batman sorted out the priorities. "I have fought Bane too many times, he is not a concern now."

[Remember when we first teamed up and he beat you up badly?] Valerie deliberately brought up Batman's embarrassing incident.

"I will not fail a second time at the hands of someone who has made no progress, even if that person is you." What Batman said is an established fact.

[That makes sense, provided there is no progress.] With that, Valerie's voice disappeared from the communication.

Batman met Bane, which seemed to be the Joker's plan, and it was time for her to officially take action.

At this time in the laboratory of the spaceship, Valerie had changed into a new set of clothes, and even her hair was much drier. After tidying up her equipment on a messy workbench, she went out and called Old Joe.

"Tell Harley to wait for me in the transporter room," Valerie said.

Old Joe nodded, and his other projection was following Harley.

……

The lights in the small bathroom were deliberately turned off, perfectly meeting all the conditions for confinement.

The two-faced man squatted on the ground with his knees hugged. He counted the patterns on the floor and tried to calm his breathing.

The dark, cramped and humid environment is a common psychological shadow for Two-Face and Harvey. They once lived together in such an environment for three months.

The Two-Face Man didn't know when he was born, but those three months were when he first became aware of his own existence.

The damage caused by the shadow of childhood is so solid that even the Two-Face who carries Harvey's dark side is still dominated by fear. He no longer clamors for revenge against society, and all he sees are the eyeball-like patterns on the floor.

"Crack..."

The two-faced man's hand suddenly moved unconsciously. He reached into his belt, gently stroked it and felt the familiar metal texture, and he took out the coin.

"Harvey, what are you going to do?" the Two-Face Man asked deeply. Since Harvey could take out this thing, it seemed that he had woken up.

"Remember the first time we met? It was in such a small environment, and I held the gold coin like this, mistaking it for you." Although Harvey was reminiscing, he did not feel nostalgic.

Both personalities were terrified from the bottom of their hearts, but Harvey's voice was calm.

"That was your first meeting. I was born much earlier than that." The Two-Faced Man snorted coldly.

"That's really lucky. I always thought I was lonely in the past," Harvey laughed.

"Do you want to influence me with words? Don't dream." The two-faced man suddenly said sternly.

"I want to influence you, but I know it's not a matter of words." Harvey took the coin in front of him and turned it over. "You are scared, right? I am the same as you, just tossing the coin. There is no quarrel or position, just to relieve the pressure."

The Two-Faced Man was stunned and did not reply immediately.

"I used this coin like this before you officially showed up. It helped me make up my mind." Harvey seemed to really be telling the truth. "Try it. Tell yourself it's no big deal."

"Hmph... maybe that V is already dead, just like your father, and we will be trapped here forever." The Two-Faced Man said depressingly.

This bathroom was a safe house that Valeri had built, and he had tried and couldn't open it.

"If I wake up, it will be another person who dies." Harvey didn't care about that. "We can get out when she comes back."

"..." The two-faced man seemed to have figured it out. He pressed the coin with his thumb, and as soon as he applied force, the coin bounced up.

Two-Face turned on his sonar vision and watched the coin spinning in the air.

"Click..."

As if agreed, at the same time as the coin flew to the highest point in the sky, the sound of the door lock being opened was heard.

The bathroom door was slammed open, and light poured into the small room, but Daredevil didn't find it dazzling because a petite figure stood in front of him, her shadow blocking most of the light.

The two-faced man hadn't retracted the sonar yet. The suddenly bright environment made it difficult for him to see outside for a moment. There was only a delicate face in front of him.

Valerie is like an angel carrying the Holy Light.

"Gone...Huh? You don't look in a hurry." Valerie said in surprise, looking at the two-faced man's face.

"After all, there are two of us, so it can't be considered a closed relationship." Harvey joked.

NO112. Dr. Hugo

King Shark walked confusedly in the sewer. His movements were very slow, for fear of attracting the attention of some monster.

Due to his huge size, King Shark couldn't squeeze out of every staircase, so he wanted to find a suitable exit.

However, as he walked, King Shark always felt something strange. He saw many strange plants on the road.

Although they are plants that need sunlight, they thrive in dark and damp sewers. They hang on the ceiling like geckos, with dark spots on their yellow-green branches and leaves.

The further they went into the sewer, the more plants like this there were, which made King Shark feel uneasy.

He was adopted by Amanda and taken to Hain Prison when he was very young. Even in that specially prepared growth environment for him, he had never seen such plants.

His nervous heart made him unwilling to move forward, and perhaps it would be a better choice to reunite with his companions first.

Meanwhile, the other members of the Suicide Squad were guessing riddles.

Arkham has basically fallen. The surviving police officers try to gather together as much as possible, while the mentally ill and prisoners wearing various clothes are running everywhere.

The Suicide Squad seemed to have forgotten their identity as secret agents and they rushed directly into the crowd of prisoners.

Some of these prisoners have green question marks tattooed on their bodies. They are the clues left by the Riddler.

Catch those people with question marks on their bodies, and torture them to find out the letters left by the Riddler. If you collect more than half of the letters, you can basically guess where the charm lies.

Although it sounds like a game, the collection went smoothly. For the battle-hardened Suicide Squad, the hardest part of this game is to ensure that the person with the clue does not get killed.

At this time, several members of the Suicide Squad were sitting in a Chinese-style pavilion in the compound. They sat in a circle and studied the clues they had obtained so far.

"Are you sure this is the way to spell it?" Harkness carved the clues he had collected onto a piece of wood with the blade of a boomerang.

That's a very complicated string of English words, at least not used much in daily life.

There were several wooden boards under their feet, and it was obvious that different plans had been discussed.