I, V, Gotham Legend

Valerie walked up to the Riddler and pulled a rabbit mask out of her pocket.

"You... you can't be!" The Riddler realized something, he shook his waist and struggled desperately. "No! Keep it away from me! I am a noble Riddler! I must not turn into a drooling stupid rabbit!"

Valerie remained unmoved. His struggles were futile. The Riddler finally seemed to half-surrender and said, "I'll tell you, don't do that!"

"I'm glad you're willing to cooperate, but I don't trust you, and I don't want to answer your riddles." As she said that, Valerie put her mask on the Riddler's face.

"Mmmmm!" The Riddler shook his head like a tortured prisoner, but after Valerie took out a sonicator from her pocket and adjusted it a few times, the Riddler finally stopped like a statue.

Valerie slowly walked over to the still stable tombstone, sat down on it, and raised her chin slightly to the Riddler.

"Tell me, start with how you isolated this island." Valerie asked as if she was interrogating an elementary school student who had made a mistake.

"Under Arkham Island... there is a highly radioactive metal deposit..."

"Could it be white metal again?" This is what Valerie thought of when she heard about radioactive metals.

"It's another one... It repels white metal, and when they collide, it changes the magnetic field of the entire island." The Riddler said this, and suddenly blurted out a lot of calculation formulas, but Valerie stopped him again.

"How do I cancel?" Valerie just asked the key question.

"It cannot be canceled. As long as the mines are still there, they will continue to radiate until they dissipate naturally..." the Riddler said with a grunt.

"I see." Valerie leaned back slightly, "As long as the mine is still there, right?"

There should be no problem if we blow up the mine.

"Then let's change to another question." Valerie stood up from the tombstone and patted her slightly wet buttocks, "Where is your money?"

The Riddler was stunned as he pressed the Riddler's death knell. He knew what V was asking.

Although he didn't know where V got the information from, he still lowered his head slightly, trying to pretend that he didn't know about it.

"There are three million in...the sea, and the rest is dispersed through various channels in banks in different countries..." The Riddler said something unexpected.

Deathstroke's eyes widened beneath his mask as he realized that his thoughts had been misled by the Riddler's words.

"How can I get it... Never mind, there's no need to ask you this question." As she said that, Valerie punched the Riddler on the head, breaking the mask and deforming his face.

The Riddler was lying on the ground, blood flowing from the back of his head, his body motionless as if he had died.

NO121.Ah? I ride a jet ski?

The back of the Riddler's head smashed into the tombstone behind him, breaking it into pieces. His blood flowed all over the ground and mixed with the rain water.

"You just killed him like that?" Deathstroke said in shock.

He thought that Valerie could capture the Riddler alive and still keep him so obedient, or at least make the best use of him.

"Normally, you won't die." Valerie's blunt attack couldn't cause fatal injuries.

But in the eyes of Deathstroke, the power of Valerie's punch seemed to be able to break a raw gourd open.

"It's time to talk about our business." Valerie crossed her arms and said, "You came to the asylum and did so many weird things, and you kept it secret from me, just for a small sum of money?"

"How did you know that?" Deathstroke realized that he could no longer hide it.

"At the beginning." Valerie sat down on the stone next to the Riddler and looked away into the hazy rainy night. Her voice was imprinted with a sense of mystery.

She secretly took the bat-shaped bug from Riddler's boots at an angle where Deathstroke couldn't see it.

"...That's a huge sum of money, which can provide me with more confidence for the next confrontation." Anyway, the matter was exposed, and Deathstroke didn't pretend anymore. He said it frankly.

"Confrontation? You have a lot of enemies?" Valerie crossed her legs.

"It can be considered a lot, but the most difficult one is the government. If I kill Waller, the pressure will double." Deathstroke replied.

Even if Waller was not killed, or in other words, even if Deathstroke did not become a member of Task Force X, he would still be wanted by the government, but if a senior government official was killed, the level of attention he would receive would increase exponentially.

"You can come to me," said Valerie.

"I risked my life to kill Waller, not to be a dog for another man." Slade spoke his mind.

"You're such a weird person. The Riddler's little money won't allow you to fight the government alone, right?"

"That's my business, I just need the money." Deathstroke snorted.

"When you return to prison, the possibility of encountering danger will be much smaller than it is now." At this moment, a familiar cold voice sounded. Valerie's expression did not change, but Deathstroke was startled.

He turned around and looked at Batman on the wall.

"I was taken away by Waller in prison." Deathstroke said coldly.

"That was then." Batman jumped down from the wall, "From now on, Waller can't take anyone away in Gotham."

"The slogans are loud and clear." Deathstroke crossed his arms. "So what's going on in this insane asylum now?"

Although surrounded by Valerie and Batman, Deathstroke did not look like he was at the end of his rope.

"Okay, I like your toughness, so be direct, what are you going to do next?" Valerie suddenly stood up and clapped her hands as if to smooth things over. "Are you going to stay with us, or just leave?"

Deathstroke's fundamental goal, which was money, had been lost, but he and Valerie and the others had no grudges against each other, so they would not break up over this.

Deathstroke let out a long breath as if to relieve stress: "I know I have no choice, but I won't work for nothing."

"We didn't force you." Valerie curled her lips, "But if you just want money, it's very simple, just ask that guy."

As she spoke, Valerie pointed at Batman.

"..." Batman didn't say anything, which was almost equivalent to his agreement.

"How much money do you have? Originally, I could get at least 80 million after completing this deal." Deathstroke snorted coldly.

"If this is the price you have in mind, I can give it to you." Batman nodded.

Deathstroke looked at Batman in surprise, and he looked at the man suspiciously.

"If Bruce Wayne didn't look like a martial artist, I would have almost thought that guy was your real self," said Deathstroke.

Valerie had a strange expression on her face and she turned her head slightly, but Deathstroke, who was looking at Batman, didn't notice her.

Deathstroke finally nodded and said, "If I can really get the money, I agree."

"Okay, now we are a three-person alliance." Valerie grinned.

Deathstroke turned around and asked, "Joker, do you want to die or live?"

"Not the Joker." Batman shook his head, "We are enough here. We need you to leave Arkham Island first and deal with the Penguin."

Deathstroke nodded to show that he understood, without asking any more questions.

Valerie was very satisfied with his tact. As she thought about it, she handed Deathstroke another watch: "You should be able to use it."

Deathstroke took the watch and stared at it for a while. Then he suddenly raised his head as if he had thought of something. "How can I leave this island? Do you want me to take the initiative?"

Valerie could theoretically summon a ship to send Deathstroke away, but she felt that unless she wanted to imprison him, their relationship was not close enough for him to board her ship.

What's more, it was Deathstroke who first rejected her olive branch and played tricks on her, which made her very unhappy.

"Well," Valerie suddenly slapped her head, "There should be a motorboat in the evidence storage room that the remnants of Bane used when they attacked Gotham a few days ago."

"You want me to drive a motorboat?" Deathstroke was shocked.

"You can drive a submarine if you want, but there might be torpedoes inside," said Valerie.

"That's not the question." Deathstroke shook his head slightly, "It's still storming now."

"That depends on your proud initiative." Valerie said, imitating the tone of the Deathstroke.

After a few final words, Deathstroke was finally about to leave. The two were not interested in helping him find a jet ski, so he had to do it himself.

Before leaving, Deathstroke turned back and added as if he had just remembered, "One last thing. My so-called teammates are looking for the Riddler and want his help..."

"Help me take down the bomb, right? I know. Go and have fun." Valerie waved her hand.

What he said was predicted, and Deathstroke froze for a moment, not knowing what to say. He ran back into the rain in embarrassment.

Watching Deathstroke's slowly walking away, Batman slowly turned his gaze back to look at Nygma who was still lying on the tombstone.

"I know your abilities, but I still want to make sure, you didn't kill him?" Batman asked.

"Of course." Valerie looked at Batman with interest. "Didn't you say you don't care whether I kill anyone or not?"

"I did." Batman looked Valerie in the eyes.

Unlike the usual mysterious white glow, Valerie could see the fatigue in his eyes through the mask.

Somehow, she took the initiative to change the subject: "You just said that you paid Deathstroke a commission. According to his offer, it should be 80 million? Um, me?"

As she spoke, she rubbed her fingers suggestively.

NO122. Not everyone can be a career...

Batman ignored Valerie's hint and asked directly, "Where's the Rat Catcher? Where did you send him?"

"Hey! You really don't want to talk about money with me? Why are you getting more and more stingy? Where is the bat who never bargained a few months ago?" Valerie pouted her lips and said, "As for the rat catcher, he has been locked in the car. My car is still outside the cemetery. Because it seems urgent here, I came here by myself."

Batman nodded, he brushed past Valerie and stood next to the Riddler, after checking his injuries and breathing, he punched him in the stomach again, there was no point, maybe he just wanted to punch him.

"So... our main remaining enemies are Hugo and the Joker," Valerie asked. "Where are we going to catch them?"

"Arkham has a water pipe directly connected to Gotham's water hub. The Joker is very likely to poison the entire Gotham in this way." Batman seemed to be organizing his thoughts, and also seemed to be sharing information with Valerie.

"It's so powerful, then anyone can poison Gotham?" asked Valerie.

"Indeed, that's what Scarecrow thought back then. However, Arkham now has very strict defenses and it's not that easy to break through."

"Your control is nothing big. This place is still occupied by the devil." Valerie said.

"We are also part of the defense and the last line of defense to ensure the safety of Gotham citizens." Batman said.

"Ah? Us? Defense line? When?" Valerie was surprised. "When did I agree? Don't you have a little too no sense of boundaries?"

"Now everyone in Gotham thinks you're in my league. No matter how much you deny it, you've done a lot for this city." Batman said, "Why don't you just accept it? It won't do you any harm. If you need a salary, that's not a problem."

"Are you hiring me as a professional superhero? It's a really new profession, but it feels no different from our previous relationship." Valerie pouted.

"It's not that you're hired, the whole world thinks you are." Batman rarely explained. "From the perspective of mercenary operations, you've done a terrible job of promoting yourself."

"You offended me." Valerie was a little embarrassed.

Now, Gotham gangs all think that Valerie would never take any job related to the black industry, and even quite a few gangs think that looking for Valerie is tantamount to walking into a trap.

More than half of those who hire mercenaries are gangsters, so Valerie can be said to have lost a lot of commissions. Fortunately, she does not rely entirely on commissions to make money now.

From hotels in Metropolis to some acquired restaurants on the streets of Gotham, plus the Afterlife Bar in the center of Gotham's gray area, Valerie is basically collecting rent while standing.

"Okay, let's lock up these subdued prisoners first." After chatting for a while, Valerie felt that it was about time. She stretched and felt the crackling of her joints. "I suggest breaking the Riddler's hands and feet and sending him to my spaceship. What do you think?"

"I can't see." Batman said, shooting his hook into the sky.

"Okay..."

Valerie returned to the Riddler and gave his limbs a "gentle" massage like breaking chopsticks, which woke the Riddler up from the pain and made him faint again.

After making sure that this guy would not be able to recover for a few years, Valerie carried the Riddler's body and walked out of the cemetery.

The car was parked outside the cemetery. Harry and Harvey were sitting in the car, while the Ratcatcher and the Calendar Man were tied up in the back seat, stacked like two sacks.

Since there were many things to carry, the car Valerie summoned this time was not the Sword in the Stone, but a black sedan equipped with the Old Joe system.

When Valerie opens an artificial intelligence taxi company in the future, this car will be the prototype.

After tying another rope around the Riddler, Valerie put him and the two criminals in the back seat.

While Valerie signaled Erha to get off, she told Old Joe on the in-car monitor, "Just go back to the spaceship by yourself."

The rearview mirror of the car suddenly opened, and a tentacle-like mechanical arm stretched out and gave Valerie a thumbs-up.

Erha was surprised for a moment, then got out of the car in the rain.

"This is the final round, right? As long as we catch the clown, everything will be settled, right?" Harvey asked expectantly.

"We just have to fight." Valerie said, pressing her temple. "Prophet, help me find a location."

She briefly explained the Titan virus and the water pipes to Barbara.

"Wait a moment, but it should be relatively easy to investigate such a representative matter." Barbara started typing on the keyboard again.

"Let's sort out what we need to do next. First, the Joker plans to poison Arkham, and second, the Riddler's radioactive mines." Barbara was still busy, so Valerie spoke to the others first.

"It sounds like the Joker's matter is more urgent." Daredevil said.

Harley on the side did not react, she seemed to be thinking about something.