I, V, Gotham Legend

Batman parked the Trailblazer on top of the Kryptonian spaceship, but he did not rush out. Instead, he opened Alfred's communication in the cabin of the mecha.

"...In summary, due to the requirement to keep my identity confidential, I only told Mr. Slade that the Penguin was taken away by Master Dick and Miss Huntress." Alfred said briefly.

"You did a great job...it's better for you to be safe." Batman also breathed a sigh of relief.

The entire Wayne Manor was burned down by the Penguin at the end of last year. It was later rebuilt by Valerie and many traps were set up.

Originally, the moving maze was only installed inside the villa, but Batman was very satisfied with the design of the maze, and he hired V several times to make more modifications to the manor.

Many of the traps in the maze were designed by Batman himself.

"Where did you put the Penguin and his group?" Batman asked.

Alfred recalled: "Miss Huntress told me that there was a hat shop on Park Road. She and Robin took Penguin there."

This is also to distance the relationship between superheroes and the Wayne family.

Batman nodded to show that he understood. He pressed the switch and was about to get out of the car, but Alfred stopped him again.

"Master, are you okay with this? You know about...Master Dick, him and the Penguin..." Alfred's tone was full of pity.

As expected, the Penguin is the mastermind behind the murder of Robin's parents.

"..." Batman lowered his head, his face reflected on the monitor, "I believe Dick will make the right choice."

"..."Alfred lowered his head slightly. He remembered when he first persuaded the young master to take Dick as an assistant.

Batman opened the hatch on the back of the Trailblazer, jumped out of the mecha, and landed steadily on the hull of the spacecraft.

As if he had received the situation outside, a hole that allowed entry into the spacecraft opened up in front of where he landed, and Batman jumped in.

The spaceship had become much quieter. Apart from muddy footprints on the ground, only Barbara, dressed as a witch, was still sitting in the cockpit.

"Where is V?" Batman asked the Prophet directly.

"Hmm?" Barbara was still typing on the computer. When she heard Batman's voice, she subconsciously looked up. "As for V, she said she was in the lab."

Batman knew where the lab was, having just been there when Blazers was being made.

He swung his cloak and moved forward briskly in the direction he remembered. The tapping sound of his boots hitting the floor echoed in the cabin.

The laboratory has been transformed by Valerie and is more in line with the understanding of Earthlings. Batman walked to the front of the laboratory and the glass door opened automatically.

He saw the blue-haired beautiful girl sitting in front of a table and two people lying on the bed behind them.

"You actually came to see me." Valerie didn't even raise her head, she seemed to be calculating something.

"The dragon's body stopped exploding, and you didn't come out, so we thought you had found some way to get back to the spaceship," Batman replied.

"It's a very lucky trick, but it's better not to use it too much." Valerie raised her head and said with a smile.

According to Superman, the Space Cube came from a guy called Troublemaker who even he found difficult to deal with. Using it once or twice at critical moments would be enough. Using it more than once would attract people, which would be bad.

Seeing that Valerie didn't intend to say much, Batman consciously changed the subject: "What are you researching?"

He saw two people on the hospital bed behind Valerie. Coincidentally, he knew them both. They were Harkness and Floyd from the Suicide Squad.

"Treatment. They just bought a platinum membership on credit." Valerie explained, "The Death Shooter is easy to deal with, but as for Captain Boomerang, I plan to give him a prosthetic body."

Harkness's leg was crushed. Normally it could be healed with a shot of medicine, but since it was broken anyway, it wouldn't hurt to get a pair of prosthetics.

The Dead Shooter got a new pair of eyes. It wasn't because he was disabled, but because he was attracted by Miss V's enthusiastic sales pitch.

"Oh, and this." Valerie picked up three yellow machines the size of rice grains from the table. "This is a bomb. It seems Amanda used this to force the Suicide Squad to work for her."

When Valerie returned to the Krypton spaceship, it was still crowded with people, including King Shark. Adhering to the principle of being here since you are already here, she performed bomb removal surgery on several people.

King Shark was not seriously injured. After removing the bomb, he followed the others to move the plants.

"These two people were just rescued and are now being prepared for prosthetic surgery. I'm still waiting for the anesthetic to take effect." Valerie said, "Do you have anything else to say?"

"...Do you know where Strange is?" Batman asked.

"St...Ah! Hugo Strange! I almost forgot about him." Valerie said, slapping her forehead.

First it was the Joker and then Barbatos. In the face of events of this magnitude, she had completely forgotten about Hugo.

Looking at Valerie's expression, Batman probably understood what was going on. He turned around and wanted to investigate among the crowd.

However, Batman hadn't taken a few steps when he heard the sound of slapping on the table behind him.

He turned around and saw Valerie standing stiffly like a student who was called on to answer a question in class, with her hands clasped on the table, her lips pursed together, and her little face flushed red.

"What's wrong?" Batman asked puzzledly.

"I forgot about Daredevil and the others..." Valerie said embarrassedly.

She quickly put down the research in her hands and rushed out of the laboratory.

Batman looked at Valerie's flustered appearance, and couldn't help but feel relieved that she still looked familiar, so he followed her leisurely.

Valerie ran while contacting Joe's clone chip until she rushed out of the spaceship. After confirming that her location was re-determined to be outdoors, she pressed her finger.

A blue hovercraft suddenly dropped from the sky and braked suddenly on the tarmac. Valerie could clearly see the two people inside colliding with the front windshield due to inertia.

This car was sent out by Old Joe to detect the boundary of space when it was still inside the subspace. Valerie just used the clone chip to let Old Joe drive this car to pick up Harvey and the others.

The door of the hovercraft opened and Harvey and Harley ran down impatiently, coughing on the muddy floor.

"You... ahem, I'll let you stay for a while to investigate. What's that world like?" Valerie said as if nothing had happened.

"That world?" Two-Face didn't quite understand, but Harvey did. "It's the end of the world. There are thunder and lightning in the sky, just like God is angry."

"I see...he's quite energetic." Valerie nodded.

"And this." Harvey took out a yellow stone from his belt and handed it to Valerie. "We blasted the ore and brought you a few. I think you might be interested."

Valerie's eyes lit up and she took it: "Thanks for your hard work. I'll take it."

"And..." The Two-Face Man suddenly chuckled. Harley behind him immediately understood and turned back to the car.

Then, under the watchful eyes of Valerie and Batman, Dr. Hugo, who was tied up, was dragged out of the car by Harley.

"We met this guy on the way after blasting the mine, and we brought him back." The Two-Faced Man said as if taking credit.

Dr. Hugo had a dark face and his originally neat white coat was covered with mud, making him look extremely disheveled.

"You did a great job." Batman came forward and picked up Hugo. "Leave this guy to me."

The Joker died physically and his soul was exiled, while the Riddler suffered a severe head injury and has not yet woken up.

In comparison, Dr. Hugo is the only mastermind who can still take action in this incident, and what awaits him will be a trial of counterattack.

Watching Batman carrying Hugo away, Harvey immediately came up to Valerie and rubbed his hands impatiently: "V, can you let me see Jenny?"

"Your girlfriend should still be in her room, and Old Joe should have stopped the survivors from disturbing her," said Valerie.

"Thank you..." Harvey bowed his head slightly to express his gratitude, and was about to move forward when he was held down by Valerie.

"How's Maroni?" Valerie asked seriously.

"..." Harvey was silent, but Two-Face spoke bluntly: "That was not Maroni, and he was dead, with his internal organs and blood all over the wall."

"It's not Maroni?" Valerie was more concerned about this. "Who was disguised as him? The police couldn't figure it out?"

The incident suddenly became confusing.

"It doesn't matter anymore." The Two-Face Man said something that surprised Valerie.

"What? You don't want revenge?"

"When I first saw the body, I thought Maroni was really dead. I thought I would feel great or excited to see my enemy die tragically..." Two-Face lowered his head and stroked his chest with his hand, "But at that time, apart from shock and disbelief, I only felt empty."

"Have you attained enlightenment?" Valerie teased.

"I am confused!" Two-Faced Man was very dissatisfied with Valerie's interruption. He shouted, and then returned to calmness helplessly, "Revenge may not be what I want... Two-Faced Man does not exist out of hatred."

NO140. Arkham City

"So you still want to find the real Maroni?" Valerie asked.

Two-Face didn't answer. Harvey spoke first: "Of course, whether from the perspective of prosecutor or the superhero Daredevil, it is my duty to find Maroni."

"That's a good point, but we're not heroes," Valerie said stubbornly.

They chatted for a few more sentences, and Valerie felt there was nothing else she wanted to ask, so she let Harvey return to the spaceship.

Daredevil ran away, leaving Harley looking at the ocean in the distance.

Harley Quinn pursed her lips, as if she was looking for something. Valerie came closer to her and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"Mr. J...what happened to him in the end?" Harry asked.

"…Are you talking about the Joker? Physically speaking, he's deader than dead." Valerie said.

Now the body of the Joker has sunk to the bottom of the sea, and will need the help of Aquaman to dispose of it in the future.

"Really..." Harley lowered her head heavily.

Valerie felt a little sad, and she couldn't help but ask, "Are you on good terms?"

"He is my first friend..." Harry looked at the nail-studded water pipe in his hand, "I wanted to knock him..."

Valerie looked at the nail on the water pipe that was still stained with blood, and mentally measured the hardness of the clown's skull: "Do you love him or hate him?"

"This is my friendly courtesy! Just like this!" As she said that, Harley suddenly swung the water pipe at Valerie's head, but it had no effect. The water pipe hit Valerie's skin and bounced off like a wall.

The corner of Valerie's mouth twitched. If they didn't have a good relationship, she would have known that Harley was not in her right mind. She would have already broken this guy's legs.

"Are you happy?" Valerie pouted.

"Hehehe! We will be best friends from now on!" Harley said, putting her arm around Valerie's shoulders.

Valerie pouted, pulled Harley's arm down, and kicked her hard on the butt: "Go and have fun by yourself."

Harry staggered several times, but didn't get angry. He just ran away with a smile on his face.

After a night of baptism, as if announcing the end of the incident, the torrential rain had become as thin as feathers.

Valerie looked at the survivors who were working hard to plant trees not far away, and finally felt that the matter was really over. She couldn't help but relax her shoulders and turned back to the spaceship.

The drizzle falls on the ground and leaves, and the rustling white noise makes people want to fall asleep. Gotham will spend another sleepless night...

……

"The Joker's occupation of Arkham is a vicious incident that has never happened in Gotham's 300-year history. The fact that this happened is a disregard for the credibility of our country and government!"

On a rare sunny afternoon, the director of Arkham Asylum, Quincy Sharp, stood on the podium and gave a passionate speech to the crowd of people with cameras in front of him.

According to Dean Sharp himself, he was attending a meeting at Gotham City Government when the Arkham incident occurred, but was lucky enough not to be involved.

The sudden disappearance of Arkham Island could not be concealed, not to mention that so many people witnessed the Joker Dragon with their own eyes. Although the monster's body is still missing, the Arkham incident still made Gotham popular internationally again.

This incident has once again plunged the Gotham government into turmoil. Today's press conference was the first time that Congressman Quincy Sharp responded positively to the matter.

A reporter has already raised the microphone to the dean: "Mr. Sharp, do you think the asylum incident was caused by the government's lack of control or your personal lack of ability?"

It was a very sharp question. Normal politicians could only play Tai Chi when faced with such a question, but Congressman Sharp was well prepared: "In fact, this has nothing to do with the government's ability. The mental hospital incident happened essentially because the times are changing. The old means of criminal detention can no longer control the super criminals of the new era."

The reporter was recording Sharp's speech and felt a little nervous. It sounded like he was trying to pass the buck.

But Sharp didn't finish his speech. He picked up a roll of prepared paper from the podium and unfolded it in front of all the reporters.

"Facing the new era, we need newer, stricter, and more powerful management methods!" Sharp held a map in his hand, which seemed to cover the entire old city of Gotham. "We named this new project... Arkham City!"

Before Sharp could explain the proposal clearly, the entire media was already in an uproar, with the sound of flash cameras and shutters clicking one after another.

This was the first time they had heard the name Arkham City, but by looking at the map, they could roughly guess the specific content of the proposal.

Before becoming the director of Arkham Asylum, Quincy Sharp had given many speeches about his proposal to enclose the old town of Gotham and build an independent super-large prison.

"Has the government passed a resolution on this proposal? Will you continue to serve as the dean of Arkham City?" the reporter hurriedly asked the key question.

"In fact, the construction of Arkham City is already in the preparation stage. We are preparing new residences for the citizens of the original old city." Quincy Sharp said, "But I will not continue to serve as the manager of the new Arkham. I will hand over the work to more capable people."

"Do you think your judgment is trustworthy? According to the information we have, Dr. Hugo, one of the masterminds behind the incident in the asylum, was hired by you personally."

In addition, there are talented people such as Scarecrow, each of them is a heavyweight.

"Hugo Strange's reputation is known all over the world. Before the incident, I was not aware of his evil ambitions." Sharp said solemnly, "Don't worry, this time we will hand the task over to a trustworthy Gotham native."

After saying this, Sharp winked behind him.

The air was silent for a while, and then a figure dressed in black slowly walked up to the podium from the backstage.