I, V, Gotham Legend

He kept this secret deep in his heart and didn't even tell Valerie.

Now that the team is scattered by the Titan attack, it's a good time for Deathstroke to go find the Riddler alone.

Deathstroke stuffed the rain-soaked photo back into his belt. He felt that it was much quieter outside, but he had no intention of returning to the ground.

Although there are crocodile monsters in the sewers that are larger than the Titans above, there seems to be only one at the moment, and it was led away by a shark.

The sewers connected every building in Arkham underground, and there was not much security, so it might be the most time-saving way to get to the administrative building from here.

Just as Deathstroke had made up his mind and was about to continue moving forward according to the map he had memorized, he suddenly felt the floor shaking and the sound of heavy footsteps approaching from afar.

isn't it...

Deathstroke guessed who it was, and his steps stopped in frustration.

"Slade! You are really here! Fortunately I can smell you!" King Shark rushed towards Deathstroke as if he saw his savior.

"Calm down!" Slade drew out his stick and growled, "Don't attract the monsters here!"

However, the shouts of the death knell were in vain, as splashes of water were already forming in the running water nearby.

Before the Shark King could reach Deathstroke, the green crocodile man had already emerged from the sewage and jumped between the two of them...

……

No matter what Deathstroke's intentions were, his communication with V was heard by Batman and the Prophet.

Although the two of them kept silent tacitly, I believe they will check the matter of Riddler and Deathstroke when they have free time.

Valerie had been walking in the corridors of the defense center for a while. It was as complicated as a maze.

Although the Riddler himself is not here, he has ambushed a large number of robots. Unfortunately, for Valerie now, anything that can be hacked into is not a threat. Instead, these enemies provide Valerie with a lot of material.

"V, we captured another transmission, also from your place." Barbara suddenly spoke up, "Judging from the direction, it's still from the Riddler, but it's a little different from the signal sent to the robot."

"That's for people, right?" Valerie guessed that there were probably people in the defense center. "Can you decipher it?"

"It's not a big problem. There aren't so many twists and turns in signal encryption this time." Barbara was typing away on the keyboard. "It's time for the mice to get out of the hole? What does that mean?"

"The data isn't encrypted, but this guy's speech is encrypted," Valerie complained. "Can you find the location of the unit that received the signal?"

Guessing the riddle is not important. Being able to find the person is basically the same as finding the target.

"No problem, I'll send it to you right away." Barbara said, and a floating window rose in front of Valerie's eyes.

A new map lit up in the field of vision, with several objectives marked on it.

"Does this mean going upstairs?" Valerie muttered as she walked towards the stairs.

At this moment, Daredevil, who was following Valerie at the end, suddenly stopped.

"Did you hear any sound?" Harvey said with a frown.

Valerie and Harley turned back at the same time and looked at Daredevil in confusion.

The footsteps of several people stopped at the same time, and the room was shrouded in silence.

"Crack..."

Perhaps because it was so quiet, the rustling sound was as harsh as a mosquito's, but still ear-piercing.

"Could it be..." Harley realized something, she gripped the water pipe tightly and couldn't hold back her voice.

Harvey clenched the brick he picked up from the ground, his resolute face full of seriousness.

The sound was very familiar to him, as he had eaten a lot of it in order to survive when he was locked up in a childhood.

Although this is not uncommon, the sound is dense and seems to come from above.

"Sounds bigger than normal." Harvey looked up at the woodshed-like ceiling.

"What is that? Is it a cockroach?" Valerie's expression changed slightly.

"It's more disgusting than a cockroach..." Harry said with a pursed mouth.

Valerie's face changed drastically.

As if it couldn't bear it anymore, the ceiling suddenly collapsed and a dark mass fell from the sky.

"Aaaaahhh!" Harley screamed. She closed her eyes and waved the hose around, but rather than showing fear, she seemed more like she was imitating a movie scene.

Daredevil wasn't that exaggerated, but he also subconsciously stepped back half a step.

Only Valerie trembled in fear when the ceiling collapsed and the black group fell, but she relaxed after seeing what it was.

"I was so scared. I thought it was something else, but it turned out to be a group of rats."

That dark mass was a group of mice with wet, black fur and large size. A group of teachers gathered together, like a wave.

Valerie couldn't help but feel ridiculous when she saw her two teammates being frightened by the rats. She reached into her pocket, thinking about some fancy way to get rid of all the rats.

However, just as Valerie was still groping, the group of rats suddenly jumped up, flew into the air like fleas, and rushed in front of Valerie.

NO115. Let’s burn it

These mice are the size of cats. Even if you are not afraid of mice, it is still scary to have one of these things jump on your face.

Valerie reflexively swung her hand, and the single-molecule wire automatically flew out from her wrist, cutting the group of mice that pounced in front of her into several pieces.

The rats fell to the ground with their internal organs and blood, and the stench filled the air in an instant.

A group of rats were beaten to pieces. Valerie finally breathed a sigh of relief. She looked at her two retreating teammates and laughed loudly: "You are so grown up, and you are still afraid of rats."

"This is obviously not a normal mouse." The Two-Faced Man smacked his lips.

“Aaaaaahhh!” Harry was still waving the hose back and forth.

"That's enough." Valerie held Harley's shoulders, then she squatted in front of the rats on the ground and observed the shapes of the corpses.

Compared to the shiny black fur of common mice, the fur of these mice looks dry and coagulated. They are abnormally large and have bones sticking out of their bodies.

This unique look gave Valerie a sense of déjà vu.

Valerie picked up a stick and turned over the bodies of the mice, but she didn't see anything.

She asked directly in the communication: "Bat, do you know these viruses that create giant monsters? I saw that the mice seem to be infected too."

"It's the Titan virus." Batman understood immediately, "Rats attacked you? Was it the Rat Catcher?"

"Is this also some kind of super criminal?" Valerie had never heard of a rat catcher.

"Odis Flanigan likes to commit crimes through tamed mice." Batman said as he took a breath. You could hear the sound of him rolling over. It was obvious that there was a passionate fight going on over there.

"If you are busy, you can explain it to me later." Valerie said considerately.

"..." Batman didn't reply. The only sound in the communication was the sound of fists hitting bones.

I don't know who hit who, but Batman didn't even groan, so he must have been hitting Bane.

Valerie made a makeshift box and put a few relatively intact mouse carcasses into it.

These mice carry the Titan virus, so perhaps we can study it and find an antidote.

Valerie vaguely remembered the Titan that she had killed in the yard before, and she didn't want to become like that.

Valerie stuffed the box back into her pocket. Her pocket space had a built-in sealing function that could even seal a fifth-dimensional troublemaker's Rubik's Cube, so she wasn't afraid of a mere virus.

"Let's go. According to reliable intelligence, these rats are artificially controlled." Valerie stood up and took the lead to walk deeper, but after a few steps, she turned back and looked at the two of them in confusion.

Two-Face and Harley did not follow. They had different expressions, but they were obviously resisting.

"Are you scared?" Valerie raised her eyebrows.

Although the tone was a bit provocative, if you put yourself in her shoes, if these were cockroaches instead of rats, Valerie might also be equally deterred.

If the two teammates chose to temporarily avoid the spotlight, Valerie could barely accept it.

"V, where do these rats come from?" Harvey looked at the remains of rats on the ground, then raised his head and looked at the ceiling that was broken by the rats.

"Isn't that a ventilation duct?" Valerie also took a look and then nodded.

"If that's the case... does it mean that the ventilation duct leads to the side of the person who released the rats?" Harvey speculated.

These rats were so big that they made people physically uncomfortable, and it was obvious that they were not running around normally.

"You wanna drill this?" Valerie asked.

"...Ah." Harvey nodded and looked at Valerie seriously, "Let's split up."

"Are you sure?" Valerie was surprised. "It might be full of rats, and..."

Air ducts make perfect crawl spaces.

"I'm not the same person anymore. A few rats are no problem... and the ventilation ducts too."

Harley tilted her head and looked at Daredevil, her big eyes showing exploration, while Valerie beside her raised her hand to support her neck.

"It's strange that he didn't jump out in protest." Valerie smiled.

"Just tell me whether you agree or not!" The two-faced man shouted as she wished.

"Okay, okay, it's rare that you two have the same idea." Valerie took out an electric baton from her pocket and handed it to Daredevil. "Use this if you encounter a rat. Be careful, the insulation of your battle suit is average."

Daredevil took the stun baton and put it on his back, then thanked Valerie solemnly. He took a few deep breaths, then jumped up and put his hands on the gap in the ceiling.

Watching Daredevil struggling to climb into the ventilation duct, Valerie looked at Harley: "What about you? What's wrong with you?"

"Are these mice just going to stay here?" Harry looked down at the remains on the ground. "They may have been subjected to various experiments while alive. There may be more drugs in their bodies than blood."

"Are you...feeling sorry for the mouse?" Valerie looked at Harley with admiration. She didn't expect that this crazy girl had such a gentle side.

"If these rats stay here, they will just rot in their own blood and tissues." Harley raised her head and looked at Valerie worriedly, "If the maggots on their bodies eat the rotten flesh full of technology...will they also turn into monsters?"

"Ah?" Valerie shuddered all over, not only because of Harry's sudden change of subject, but also because her sharp little brain imagined that scene.

Whether it's maggots or flies, the thought of them turning into monsters after being infected by Titans is enough to make people shudder.

"...Burn these." Valerie decisively took out a Molotov cocktail and threw it among the rats.

The flames rose instantly, and Harley took two steps back in fright.

"That should be enough. Let's go." Valerie could smell the burnt fur. She turned around and continued the journey she had not finished.

Looking at the flames that could almost set the house on fire, Harley put on an excited expression and jumped to catch up with Valerie.

……

"Ding...ding..."

In the monitoring room of the defense center, a man in an orange protective suit sat at a table. He looked with lack of interest at a fat man who was knocking an iron bowl like a wooden fish.

"Are you really not going to do anything?" asked the rat catcher Audis.

Between the two of them lay a tightly wrapped man, his mouth blocked, his eyes closed in fear, and wrinkles on his face.

"No, there's nothing special about him today." Calendar Man Julian Dale, the fat man in prison uniform, said sullenly.

"You are so boring. Think about it, in the long life, every day is actually a anniversary." The rat catcher chuckled.

NO116. Rats! Listen to my command!

"I'm the Calendar Killer, and you want me to act so carelessly?" Calendar Man said very dissatisfiedly, "You have no sense of art at all."

"Now is not the time for you to mess around. The clown requires us to kill this man, otherwise he will kill us." The rat catcher carried a pesticide spray-like tube on his shoulder. "Of course, we may be luckier and be turned into monsters by that madman, just like my rats."

Calendar Man was not panicked at all: "The Joker won't be rampant for long. Batman is here."

"Batman? Even if he beats the Joker into eighteen pieces, it doesn't prevent the Joker from having eighteen ways to kill us." The rat catcher said, his tone somewhat helpless, "You do it, I've already killed someone today."

“…It doesn’t matter. I’m not a pervert who kills innocent people. I’m an artist. I would rather die than be asked to kill people in a vulgar way.” The Calendar Man crossed his arms and had a grim expression.

"If you really don't want to come, then I'll do it." Seeing that the calendar man was not listening, the rat catcher finally lost his patience.

Although he was sent in by Batman because of a serial kidnapping and murder case, he essentially does not enjoy the feeling of killing.

Originally, seeing Calendar Man's reputation as a perverted murderer, he thought he could dodge this round, but he didn't expect Calendar Man to not take the Joker's request to him seriously at all.

The rat catcher thought about it, but without picking up the light at his waist, he pulled out a gun from the drawer.

"It's not my fault... I hope God can forgive me..." The rat catcher crossed himself and pointed his gun at the unfortunate employee.