I, V, Gotham Legend

All my classmates who graduated with me have found their partners, but I am the only one who is still working in prison while serving my sentence.

Without thinking about these annoying things, Harlin picked up the notebook she used for work from the desk.

Harlin has just received a new assignment to conduct a psychological assessment on a new criminal who is said to have blown up several buildings not long ago.

Pushing open the door of the psychology room, Harlin saw a pale-skinned man in a purple suit tied to a stretcher, with strange makeup on his face that looked like he was laughing.

Although she was dressed strangely, she accidentally hit Harlin's strike zone. However, she still calmed herself down, thinking that nothing would happen between her and the criminal.

"You're in a bad mood, right? People in this city just don't know how to be gentle." Harlin put down her notebook and started working. As an experienced expert, she knew how to get patients to open up their hearts.

……

Who am I? Why am I here? What am I supposed to do?

Am I an employee of a chemical factory? Am I a circus performer? Am I a roadside cleaner? Am I the leader of a robbery gang?

The Joker had long forgotten who he was. It seemed as if there were countless people screaming in his mind all the time, and he couldn't remember why he should consider who he was.

He only remembered that he needed money, lots of money. But suddenly he didn't need money anymore. But the other people around him still needed money.

Then I put on the red hood and led them through the abandoned chemical plant to rob the bank behind it, but at this moment, they encountered the bat monster.

He threw me into a chemical pool!

No, he didn't, I fell in by accident.

Isn't that right? There were flames everywhere, and I jumped down to put out the fire after getting burned!

No, no, no, it was tentacles reaching out from the chemical pool and pulling me in.

The clown felt like a large piece of his life had been cut off and then filled with various shapes by hands of various colors.

All the concrete objects around him were abstracted into words, as if they were trying to tell him something, but this feeling almost drove him crazy!

He felt that his mind was in a mess and yet very clear at the same time. This strange feeling made him want to laugh.

The chaotic patterns on the ceiling merged into a blizzard, and the Joker seemed to see the bat flying towards him to save him.

He's crazy! Just like me!

The Joker felt that the empty part of his body was filled, and he felt that he was becoming complete!

……

"I seem to understand that there is no such thing as a chance encounter in the world. Everything is destined to let me meet the person I met tonight." Before Harlin could ask, the clown had already expressed his feelings.

He thought back to Batman. If he wasn't tied up, this guy would probably be dancing.

NO38. Kidnapping again

"Have you ever thought about how lonely it is to be untainted by the mud? We get together with those weirdos, are labeled as weirdos by the weirdos, and then kicked out of their cliques."

The Joker's language logic was very jumpy, but Harlin felt that she could keep up with his thoughts.

"Lonely...you're right." Harlin's eyes were a little dim. She had always been regarded as an excellent student by her neighbors since she was a child. Everyone expected her to excel. She seemed to be in a different world from other people, although this was not what she wanted.

"Of course! Of course! I knew you could understand!" The clown said excitedly after getting recognition.

"Even if you join another weirdo group, you're still alone, and you can kick, scratch, and yell your lungs out..."

"Then you'll find that no one cares, as if you never existed. I feel like..." The Joker suddenly paused, his eyes long.

Harleen asked tentatively, "What does it feel like?"

The Joker's breathing became heavier as he recalled the feeling of the chemical liquid pouring into his body cavity, burning his internal organs and washing his skin.

"It feels like drifting and floating, like someone is holding your legs in the water, preventing you from facing reality and only allowing you to see things you have never encountered before... This feeling is quite exciting, haha..."

He looked at Harleen's face again: "But you don't want to experience that feeling."

"I, I can actually..." Harlin said halfway, and suddenly realized that she had fallen into the rhythm of the clown. She quickly adjusted her working mentality, but still couldn't help asking, "Can you tell me how you feel? It's you... the person you are destined to meet."

"It was a familiar feeling, but I'd never actually felt it before. It felt like falling! Letting go of my hands, falling freely... flying! And without a parachute."

The Joker looked up at the ceiling, as if he was back in mid-air: "It feels like my heart is beating out! Can you understand?"

"Yes... I can!" Harlin no longer cared about work. She just wanted to know the answer to one question. "What's the name of that person who gave you a special feeling?"

"It's interesting." The clown looked into Harlin's eyes, "I still don't know what that guy's name is..."

"Oh..." Harleen hugged the notebook to her chest, "My name is Harleen, Harleen Quinzel."

"Oh! What a cute name. I guess your friends call you Harley, right?" the Joker teased.

"To be honest... I don't have many friends." Harlin said a little disappointed.

"Well Harley, now you have one."

The clown smiled brightly again.

……

Valerie, sitting on the light rail, calls Batman again.

No one heard.

The blue-haired woman sighed.

Valerie felt old and miserable.

She felt like an ignorant girl who had been deceived by a scumbag and had not yet received the money.

Even though she had just sent the Joker to jail, she now felt like she was the Joker.

Damn it, if you don’t answer the phone I’m going to kill you at Wayne Manor, don’t even think about denying your debt!

Valerie looked out the window at the rapidly reversing scene and thought angrily.

She didn't choose to drive tonight, mainly because she was a little tired. It would be better to take the light rail directly to the middleman.

It was clearly two o'clock in the morning, but there were still quite a few passengers in this light rail train.

It's Gotham after all.

Valerie sighed.

Just as she squinted her eyes and wanted to take a break, she suddenly felt the train bump and then stop.

Valerie opened her eyes. She didn't hear the train's arrival announcement, not to mention that it was supposed to be passing the Gotham Bridge.

The Gotham Pioneer Bridge is a landmark building in the city. It is divided into two floors. The upper floor is for normal vehicles, while the lower floor is for light rail, subway and other means of transportation.

Valerie looked out the window and saw only darkness.

You are still in the tunnel before entering the bridge. What happened?

Valerie's confusion did not last long. The train moved slowly again and soon approached a waiting platform.

On the platform stood a group of people wearing green clothes and holding weapons.

"Zizi..." The broadcast sound vibrated in the train environment.

"Don't move, or I will burn you immediately!" A hoarse but crazy voice came from the radio. Valerie had heard this voice not long ago.

【Firefly】Garfield Linn.

"Hello? Can you hear me, you idiots from the Gotham Police Department? I know you can hear me. My request is very simple. Let Batman come alone, otherwise I will burn all the hostages to death!" Firefly screamed crazily.

Valerie understood that the Joker had just been sent to prison half an hour ago, and Firefly didn't know that Batman's head could no longer be exchanged for money.

"Oh...what a trouble." Valerie sighed and then she stood up.

"What are you doing! Don't move!" The terrorist who had already boarded the train pointed his gun directly at Valerie.

Firefly is not a gangster and has no accomplices. These are probably just his hired men.

For neatness, Valerie decided to call them the "Firefly Mob."

Valerie said nothing, she stared at the thug in front of her and pulled a knife from her pocket.

But before aiming her knife at the thug's head, she thought of Batman.

Although the client isn’t answering my calls now, he might be busy. Besides, there’s no reason for a tycoon to default on his debt… But what if I kill someone here and he doesn’t pay?

After thinking for a moment, Valerie put away the knife.

The thug felt a little relieved when he saw the blue-haired woman put away her weapon. Just when he was about to punish this dishonest woman, he suddenly noticed that this girl had disappeared.

He then felt a needle piercing his neck and he quickly lost consciousness.

After Valerie knocked down all the prisoners who entered the train in a flash, she kicked them out of the carriage like garbage. Next, she was going to settle the score with Firefly.

Seeing the others staring at her in amazement, Valerie realized that she couldn't just leave them alone.

"Am I almost becoming a superhero?" Although Valerie did not want to do such a thankless job, protecting ordinary people from being involved in her battles was also a quality that a legendary mercenary should have.

"Just stay still and hide. Someone will come to rescue you." Valerie said to the passers-by around her and was about to get out of the car.

"Wait, where are you going?" the citizen asked worriedly.

This citizen felt very miserable. He worked from eight in the morning to two in the morning. Now he finally got off work, but he was attacked by terrorists on his way home. Now this seemingly strong guy wanted to leave.

"I'll go deal with the guy on the radio." Valerie said as she walked towards the train control room outside the door.

Based on my experience watching movies before, there is a device that can lock the train doors.

The Gotham Bridge should be under the control of the Fireflies by now, so it is safest to stay on the train.

The train control room is right next to the platform where the train stops. There is a large window on the top of the brick building through which you can see the situation of the entire platform.

Valerie walked into the control room, knocked out the thugs guarding there, and saw the control console that should be the target.

The train conductor was lying on a recliner in front of the control console, with a bullet hole in his forehead and blood running down his face.

Looks like he just died.

Valerie looked past the guy at the console, her brows furrowed in embarrassment.

There are a lot of buttons on this.

NO39. Exposure

Bane was able to bring in an armed helicopter without the Gotham Police Department noticing. If nothing unexpected happened, he should have a base inside Gotham.

Batman found Bane's communication device in the wreckage of the helicopter. Although it was severely damaged, it could still locate their base main station after simple repairs.

There were not many bodies of Bane's mercenaries. A small number of them escaped by parachute, but most of them were carried away by the helicopter without even a complete body left.

Although he could guess who caused this tragedy, Batman didn't say much for the time being because it was to save himself.

After returning to the Batcave to repair the device and taking a moment to drink some water, Batman planned to board the Batplane again and head towards the locked location.

"Master Bruce, please stop, Master Bruce!" Just before Batman was about to jump onto the plane, Alfred suddenly caught up with him and put his hand on Batman's shoulder.

"What are you going to do..."

"I can't just watch you die like this! Those assassins are much more brutal than you." The old butler's voice was more severe than ever before. "You are not an omnipotent volunteer policeman, you are just... you are just an irritable young man... an ordinary person!"

"You are..." Batman was about to interrupt Alfu, but the butler spoke faster.

"I don't expect you to understand my feelings. I just want you to do what you can!" The old butler pleaded with anger, "I don't want this to be your end."

Batman pushed away Alfred who was blocking him, took a few quick steps forward, and then sighed heavily.

"Alfred, when you see me every morning, who do you see? The teenager who needs you to tie his shoes and encourage him to go on a date? When you sit here every night, I am the only one standing among those victims and aggressors!"

"You may be! But—"

"Not maybe! I am! When thugs and thieves stop and think before committing a crime, this is fear. This is me!"

"That's why they hire assassins, because I'm the reason why those criminals can't rest every night, because they are afraid of me!" Batman's nose almost touched the old butler's.

"So listen up, Alfred, tonight won't be the end of me, it'll be theirs! It'll be theirs!"

Batman practically roared as he jumped into the Batmobile. He was in a hurry.

Alfred failed to keep Batman. He sighed and put on the communication headset with disappointment.

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