I, V, Gotham Legend

After killing the last man, the Ratcatcher was still found by Batman. He was beaten up and finally sent to Arkham Asylum.

Compared to other villains who stir up trouble in Gotham, the Rat Catcher has the ability to shock all of humanity, but he has never done anything big, and even the news reports have not caused any waves, so much so that Valerie doesn't even remember that there is such a person.

The rat catcher we see today is very different from the crazy image we imagined. Under the broken dust mask is a very ordinary, weathered face.

Valerie stared into the rat catcher's eyes for a long time, then she suddenly reached out and grabbed the rat catcher's neck.

"You..." The rat catcher realized something and tried his best to shake his head away from Valerie.

But he was tied up and had nowhere to hide. Valerie's fingers pressed on the back of the rat catcher's neck, as if she was pinching some gem.

"If I'm not mistaken, you have a bomb buried here?" Valerie said, pointing at the bone gap.

The rat catcher swallowed, his heart in his throat, especially at Valerie's next words.

"Have you seen Waller? The fat black man who likes to show off?" Valerie asked, pressing the rat catcher's bones.

The rat catcher shuddered. "Of course I knew Waller, but I didn't work for her."

The rat catcher's words were like a confession. Valerie closed her mouth, thought for a while, and then kept her distance from him.

"Relax, the island's signal is still blocked and Waller can't control you." Valerie tried to use a gentle tone.

"No, it's all messed up... I'm going to die!" The rat catcher widened his eyes and breathed heavily, just like a rat trapped in a cage who already knew what he was going to face.

"When I'm in front of you, no one can kill you except me." Valerie put her hands in her pockets and raised her head slightly.

When the rat catcher was unconscious, she had already dug out the bomb in this guy's head, but she didn't tell him.

She took out the remote control and spun it like a pen, with a self-righteous expression on her face: "I have controlled your bomb. Now I am the one holding your life!"

The rat catcher's tail vertebrae were stiff and he kept twisting his body, trying to break free, but the rope bound him tightly.

"Be honest and tell me what Waller asked you to do," Valerie asked.

Amanda's mission for the Suicide Squad is to raid Arkham and find the Riddler, but Ratcatcher is now working with the Riddler.

The rat catcher kept his mouth tightly shut, and his eyes showed not only shock, fear and anger, but also suspicion.

Valerie curled her lips and pressed the remote control at the mouse catcher.

The rat catcher immediately raised his head. He felt the electric current running down his spine and throughout his body. Every muscle was spasming uncontrollably.

Amanda likes to use this method to urge the Suicide Squad to act, just like whipping black slaves.

They have all been dug out. Of course, there was no bomb on the rat catcher. What shocked him was the electric neck patch that Valerie had just pressed. It was just that the power was slightly stronger.

This alone made the rat catcher completely believe in Valerie's methods. He lowered his head, his face full of fear.

"Can I tell you now?" Valerie asked, dangling the remote.

"…Five days ago, Amanda Waller interrogated me in Arkham, and she put a bomb in my neck." The Ratcatcher finally said it without hiding it anymore.

[There is such a record.] Barbara said at the right time, [I checked the interrogation records. Amanda interrogated the rat catcher on the grounds of government assistance in biological control, but I don’t know what they talked about.]

"I see." Valerie nodded, both answering Barbara and signaling the rat catcher to continue.

"I tried... I took the rats and myself and tried to find the Riddler's cell..." The Rat Catcher lowered his head, "But he was too smart. He found me before the rats found him.

He ambushed many people and I was caught, but he didn't kill me. He said he could give me freedom and remove the bomb."

"You agree?" Valerie raised her eyebrows.

"I had no choice but to undergo the Riddler's surgery." The Rat Catcher turned his face away.

"I see." Valerie seemed to understand.

The Riddler did not defuse the bomb, but instead modified it so that he could control it in his own hands, and in the process captured the Ratcatcher, an unknown but difficult super criminal.

Having learned almost everything about the Rat Catcher, Valerie changed the topic to another person: "The Riddler is working with the Joker now, right? Who of the two of them has a higher status?"

"The three of them are equal. They were brought together by Dr. Hugo to accomplish the goal of getting rid of Batman and even changing Gotham." The Ratcatcher's status in this alliance of super criminals was not low, and what he said was very simple and clear.

NO119. Torture in the cemetery

"The three of them...that is to say, the three leaders of this team are the Joker, the Riddler and Hugo, right?" Valerie analyzed.

"No...the three of them were brought together by Hugo. Hugo is just their ally." The rat catcher explained, perhaps having accepted his fate of changing sides.

"You mean... besides the few who have jumped out now, there is another person?" Valerie finally understood.

The mouse catcher's facial muscles twitched, and his lips moved as he uttered the most unexpected name: "Penguin..."

……

Batman has rushed to the administrative building, which is decorated in a spacious manner. Facilities such as the library and reception room are built here.

Compared to other buildings, this place was not occupied completely. After dismantling several robots and prisoners along the way, Batman successfully sneaked into the vicinity of the Riddler's room.

[Did you hear that? The Penguin was involved in this, too.] Valerie's interrogation of the Ratcatcher was broadcast live, and Batman heard the whole thing.

"Ask him where the Penguin fits into the plan." Batman started, asking the first question.

Valerie in the communication asked the question as the title said, but received an unknown response.

"He probably won't lie. What do you think we should do?" Valerie asked Batman again.

"I'll make Nygma talk." Batman's words are equivalent to letting the rat catcher go.

After saying that, Batman walked to Nygma's door, raised his foot against the door, and then kicked the door open.

The green gas sprayed out first, and Batman was prepared. He used his cloak to cover his chin and put a gas mask to plug his mouth and nose.

"No! Damn it! How did you end up here!" Nygma's familiar voice of defeat came from behind the poison gas. "The clues I gave you obviously only led you into a trap!"

Batman had already waved away the green gas. He walked into the room, saw that the gas had almost dissipated, and took off his gas mask.

"Your cleverness is just self-righteousness." Batman had never even seen the shadow of the Riddler's so-called clue, but that didn't stop him from making harsh remarks.

After breaking through the poison gas, the Riddler's face appeared in front of him before he could react.

Batman rushed in front of the Riddler in a few steps, first kicking the Riddler in the stomach with his knee, causing him to bend over in pain, and then punching him in the face.

The Riddler was knocked flying by the punch, spinning in the air until he hit the window behind him.

He struggled to get up, trembling as he tried to escape by clinging to the window. Batman shot out his grappling hook and grabbed the Riddler's trouser leg.

"No!" The window can only be opened from the inside out. The Riddler finally opened the window, but his body was pulled down and he hurriedly grabbed the window sill with his hands.

Batman pulled the grappling hook and the Riddler was dragged down. He tried his best to hold on to himself, but the Riddler's strength was obviously not as good as Batman's.

Batman exerted force with his shoulders, and the Riddler was about to give up. A figure reflecting the moonlight jumped out from the window, and Deathstroke climbed up from the window, his whole body wet.

The orange and black armor splashed water, and Deathstroke's single eye flashed white as he pressed down on Nygma's back.

With the addition of Deathstroke, it became more difficult for Batman to pull the Riddler. The armored mercenary pulled a knife from his back and leaned over to cut the ropes on Nygma's legs.

The cut rope retracted into the grappling gun. Deathstroke grabbed the Riddler, waved to Batman with confidence, and then jumped back.

Batman watched Deathstroke and Riddler walk away, but he didn't rush to chase them.

He had known that Deathstroke would come to find the Riddler. He had listened to the entire conversation when Deathstroke came to ask Valerie questions.

After listening to Deathstroke's words, Batman and Valerie agreed that Deathstroke had some plan hidden in the dark, but since he was hiding it, it would be difficult to get Deathstroke to speak honestly using normal methods.

So Batman came up with a plan, and during the brief collision just now, Batman had already put the bug into the Riddler.

No matter what Deathstroke's plan is, now that he has caught his target, he won't hide it from him, right?

Batman didn't jump out of the window. He turned around and returned to the corridor, calling Valerie on the comms: "V, did you get it?"

"I see, it's moving, we're on our way." Valerie's voice was accompanied by the sound of a car engine, and it seemed that she had returned outside.

There is a positioning system in the bug, but it was difficult to use normally because the signal was cut off and it could not connect to the satellite. However, Valerie was quick-witted and made an antenna, which could be barely used according to the frequency of the locator provided by Batman.

It’s just that the range is too large, so we have to search again after getting closer.

……

Deathstroke dragged the Riddler through a muddy cemetery, and Nygma's green suit was covered with mud.

They hid beside a tombstone that looked relatively tidy. Slade picked up the Riddler and pressed him against the tombstone.

"Let go of your hands! Are you here for the bomb in your head? One-eyed head." The Riddler shouted arrogantly, "You really don't have any brains at all. I am the only one who can save you, and you dare to treat me so rudely! My special suit! I spent a lot of effort to get in!"

Deathstroke couldn't stand this guy's nonsense, so he hit the Riddler on the head with a headbutt.

"Ouch!" The Riddler screamed in pain, "You! I've got this. You and the bomb in your head...spend your life with that fat woman!"

"You are not needed for this! Waller has been unable to control me for a long time!" Deathstroke pulled up the Riddler's collar and growled through gritted teeth, "Tell me, where is the money you extorted?"

The words sounded like robbery, but Deathstroke had no sense of dishonesty.

"Oh... my money?" The Riddler showed a surprised expression. "So this is a hidden mission assigned to you by Waller? I thought the government had already found the whereabouts of my property... or was this your own action?"

Deathstroke lifted the Riddler's head again and slammed the back of his head hard against the tombstone.

"You only need to answer one question!" Deathstroke said in a cold tone.

"I'm the Riddler, and I'm the only one who can ask other people questions." However, even though his expression was distorted and his body was shrinking due to the headache, the Riddler didn't flinch at all.

Deathstroke lifted up the Riddler and wanted to hit him a few more times, but the Riddler suddenly raised his hand and pressed on the arm that Deathstroke was holding: "So you have to answer this question for me! I have a heart that can hold rivers, I have no vocal cords, but I am roaring, I have no arms, but I am mad, who am I?"

NO120. It’s better to be direct

"I don't feel like playing riddles with you." Deathstroke threw the Riddler to the ground, pulled the stick from his belt, and pressed it against the back of his neck.

"Then you will get nothing! Kill me, torture me, and I won't say a word." The Riddler was suffocated, but he was unusually tough.

Slade pressed for quite a while. He was sure that his strength was enough to make the Riddler almost faint, but the Riddler showed no sign of letting up.

He had no choice but to raise his stick, reach out and grab the Riddler by the collar, and lift him up in front of him: "The answer, the sea."

"Hahaha!" The Riddler laughed unbridled. "That's right! It's the sea! The idiots in the government have found the whereabouts of my treasure, right? Why do you think they didn't go to collect it? Of course all my property was thrown into the high seas! The most difficult riddle in the world is looking for a needle in a haystack!"

Deathstroke was getting angrier and angrier, his arms were shaking, and he kneed Riddler in the stomach again.

In addition to the fact that he had worked in vain, he was even more angry about everything he had done for this. He temporarily gave up revenge, took the risk of sneaking into Arkham, and endured humiliation for the money, only to be told that it was all in vain?

“Heh…” The Riddler’s face, which was distorted with pain, began to smile triumphantly. He sniffed as if he was breathing in something. “I won. I can smell the smell of a fool’s failure!”

Deathstroke was enraged. He took the Riddler and vented his anger by smashing the cross-shaped tombstone with his back, directly breaking the tombstone which was not very solid to begin with.

The Riddler fell on the cross-shaped tombstone like a criminal being tortured.

Deathstroke pulled a knife from his back and pointed it at the Riddler's forehead: "Then I will do as Waller asks... and kill you just like that!"

The Riddler's face froze for a moment, and the rain hit his pale face, mixing with cold sweat and flowing down.

But he did not beg for mercy for his life. Instead, he tried to curl the corners of his mouth and squeeze out the wrinkles on his face: "It doesn't matter. You will remember this for the rest of your life! I beat you!"

Slade had nothing to say as he brought his blade straight down.

But before the blade could cut through the Riddler's brain, a small knife suddenly broke through the rain and hit Deathstroke's blade.

Slade felt an overwhelming force, and his blade was forced away, grazing the Riddler's hair and the stone of the cross, and driving into the earth.

Deathstroke looked at the knife that had bent its blade, and felt as if he was struck by lightning.

The knife that rolled to the ground stood up as if it were alive, and then flew back in the direction it came from.

Deathstroke followed the path of the knife and saw a graceful figure gradually approaching in the rain. The heavy rain seemed to pull up a layer of gauze, but no one could forget that figure.

Deathstroke stood up straight, pretending to be unresponsive, but every cell in his body was sounding the alarm.

At this distance, Slade couldn't see V's face clearly, but Valerie could see every detail of Deathstroke.

She stood still. "Although I suggested that you kill him before, the Riddler cannot die right now."

"...He tricked me." Deathstroke said as if to make amends.

"Then wait until I finish asking questions first." Valerie waved her hand. She pushed Deathstroke aside domineeringly and walked between the two of them. She first looked at the Riddler: "I want to know how to restore the signal."

"This is the only bargaining chip that allows me to survive among you. Do you think I will tell you?" The Riddler said, spitting out a mouthful of blood foam.

"I have plenty of ways to make you speak." Valerie looked at the Deathstroke behind her, "Help me hold him down."

"What?" Deathstroke felt a little confused. He had just been interrogating the Riddler fiercely, and when Valerie appeared, she looked like she was going to fight him.

Since he came here having concealed a lot, he also wanted to explain to V.

But after a few words, V suddenly gave orders to Deathstroke, even though he hadn't figured out his position yet, as if they were in the same group.

Deathstroke glanced at V, then looked at his long sword whose blade was bent by the flying knife, and finally walked obediently to the Riddler who was still lying on the cross tombstone, and pressed his shoulder as if he was holding down a patient.