I, V, Gotham Legend

Back in the hall, Aquaman and Daredevil were still sitting together, but Aquaman had his head shrugged, looking frustrated.

"How was your chat?" Valerie greeted.

"This is not normal!" Aquaman stood up immediately after hearing Valerie's voice and pointed at Harvey in an accusing manner, "Is there something wrong with this guy? I don't understand what he wants! He was nodding in agreement with my point of view just now, and the next moment he was cursing!"

I don’t know what they talked about, but Valerie found it quite amusing that Two-Face could actually talk Aquaman down.

"We are all friends, we need to understand each other." Valerie said, pushing Aquaman back into his chair.

……

Bruce accompanied Elliot to the Riddler's sanatorium. After arriving, Elliot immediately changed his clothes and got into work mode.

Bruce stood at the door, waiting for the result with mixed feelings. He looked up at the ceiling, not knowing what he was thinking.

There was a group of people standing around, Bruce was still maintaining the image of a lazy young man, when he suddenly heard familiar footsteps.

This sound is not very common, and it is a sound that the Assassin's League can make only after extensive training.

It was obviously abnormal to hear such a sound in the hospital. Bruce immediately lowered his head. Although he still maintained a casual expression, his eyes became sharp.

It didn't take long for Bruce to lock onto a target in the crowd, but when he looked at the pretty figure, his eyes were stunned.

A woman with long black hair with a few milky white strands gave Bruce an ambiguous smile, winked at the ceiling, then turned and walked away.

Bruce was in a very solemn mood. He knew who this guy was. After taking a heavy breath, he followed him.

Under normal circumstances, the hospital rooftop is not open to the public, but this is not a problem for the two of them, especially since when Bruce walked to the rooftop, the door lock had already been pried open.

He pushed the door open and saw nothing in front of him. Without any questions, he walked forward a few steps and then stretched out his hand to the side.

Bruce grabbed a hand, and with a series of fancy moves, he pressed the woman who had tried to sneak attack him against the wall.

"Long time no see, Talia." Although Bruce captured the woman violently, his tone sounded like a greeting.

"You're still so strong." Talia also smiled slightly.

Bruce released Talia so she could stand up again, "How long have you been in Gotham?"

"Are you not welcome to me?" Talia stood up and shook her head as if to relax her muscles.

"The fact that you're here means Lei Xiao Augu is not far away." Bruce said in a serious tone.

"What my father thinks has nothing to do with me. I am here for other things." Talia looked up at the sky. "It's okay to tell you that Shiva is missing."

"What does it have to do with me?"

"Those who disappeared in Gotham must have something to do with you. Didn't you always say that Gotham was yours?" Talia said, "Anyway, the Demon Chief was very angry. He transferred me to Gotham and asked me to find Shiva... or complete her mission in Gotham on her behalf."

Bruce grabbed Talia's shoulders and made her look into his eyes, "The League of Assassins must not try to do anything to Gotham."

"You should tell this to Shiva or my future self. My only mission now is to find her." Talia said without hesitation, "If nothing unexpected happens, she should have been captured by those traitors of the Shadow Warriors."

The Shadow Warrior Alliance was founded by Nina Augh, the second daughter of Lei Xiao Augh, and is a group dedicated to resisting the Demon Chief.

During the Mr. Freeze incident last year, Batman fought against these people and sent them all to prison.

"You want me to help you find it?"

"Of course, Great Detective, aren't you very smart?" Talia said.

"...Leave Gotham." Bruce did not answer, but emphasized this to Talia, then walked past her and returned to the hospital.

Talia listened to Bruce's footsteps getting smaller and smaller until they disappeared completely, then she sighed as if she was disappointed about something.

Bruce returned to the hospital corridor and saw the sign on the surgery ward change color. Elliot, wearing a white coat, came out, adjusting his gloves.

"How's it going, Tommy?"

"It may be disappointing for you...The operation was successful. Although it's not as good as before, this guy's intelligence should ensure he can take care of himself." Elliot said.

Bruce took a look through the door into the ward, but because the curtain was drawn, he didn't see anyone.

"It's hard to say what will be his comeuppance," said Elliot.

Bruce shook his head: "He has a lot of enemies. If he is not transferred to prison quickly, he will be in trouble soon."

"That's not something a doctor like me or a rich kid like you should consider." Elliot whistled in a relaxed manner. He patted Bruce on the back again, "I say, take me to Gotham for a tour."

"Where do you want to go?" Bruce did not refuse.

"I haven't been back for nearly ten years. To be honest, this city has changed a lot." Elliot seemed to be reminiscing about the past. "But I heard that there is a very powerful surgical hospital in Gotham that likes to sell super expensive insurance."

"You mean..." Bruce guessed.

"Ah, it's called the trauma team, right?" Elliot seemed to recall. "I heard that Master Wayne has a good relationship with the owner of this hospital. Can you take me to see it?"

NO4. You are a little anxious

Bruce and Elliot were dressed very low-key, wearing scarves and casual clothes, and drove to the trauma team's villa.

The trauma team is not open at all times. If a member is not seriously injured and near death, you need to make an appointment first if you want to date Miss V. Generally, as long as you spend enough money, you can wait for the boss to arrive soon.

Bruce pulled down his mask and greeted the lady at the front desk. The lady immediately understood and led Bruce to the reception room at the back.

This lady was sent by the Wayne Foundation.

Trauma team treatment is too expensive to pay for normally, so the Wayne Foundation has invested in life insurance - or charity, to help those who really need the level of treatment that a trauma team provides.

In addition to near-death rescue, another feature of the trauma team is prosthesis. However, Valerie will not provide offensive prosthesis to strangers at will - nor will she provide it to acquaintances, as they will have to pay extra.

After the asylum incident, Valerie hired Poison Ivy to renovate her house with an offer she couldn't refuse, and the trauma team's reception room has a natural aesthetic.

Due to her great contribution in the asylum incident, Poison Ivy was finally sentenced to probation. She stayed on Wayne's original island and lived with the forest vines.

Although there is still controversy in society as to whether this can be considered a punishment for Poison Ivy, Ivy cannot leave the island, so this can indeed be considered house arrest.

The two sat on a sofa and admired the potted plants that were a little too lush for the indoor environment.

Valerie didn't let them wait too long. After just over ten minutes, a beautiful figure pushed open the door and waved to the two people in the room.

"Good morning."

"It's four o'clock in the afternoon." Bruce said, looking at his watch.

"A lot of times, for me it's morning." Valerie sat down opposite the two of them and looked at Elliot with a smile, "Did you break any bones?"

"No, I'm very healthy." Elliot replied with a smile.

Valerie retreated tactically: "What do you want from me?"

"I just want to discuss some medical techniques. I've heard about your high-tech prosthetics. If we work together, maybe we can change the world."

Valerie didn't know what to say for a moment. She didn't know anything about medicine. A large part of her abilities were used to transplant prostheses into living people.

Bruce looked around at the two of them, and finally decided to speak in a tone that matched the idiot rich second generation: "Elliot is a world-renowned brain surgeon. If you two work together, it will benefit the whole world."

"There's absolutely no need to rush for technical exchanges... I was still wondering what the receptionist wanted me to do in such a hurry." Valerie relaxed.

Bruce closed his mouth. He could vaguely feel that Valerie was emitting a deep exhaustion.

"Tommy, can you go out for a moment? I suddenly have something I want to discuss with V." Bruce patted Elliot and said.

"You guys..." Elliot looked back and forth at the two of them with a strange look for a moment, and finally nodded, "I understand."

The doctor stood up and slowly walked out of the reception room.

With a bang, the doors closed.

There were only two people left in the room, but they didn't speak immediately. They both looked towards the door, as if they were waiting for something.

About five minutes later, Valerie turned around and looked at Bruce: "Your friend is not honest. He even eavesdropped by the door."

"Gone now," Bruce said.

"Of course I know... When did you meet him? I don't think he has any good intentions." Valerie said.

"When he was about six years old... our parents had a good relationship, so we got to know each other." Bruce said, "When he was about seven or eight years old, his parents had a car accident. My father was the surgeon who treated them... but only his mother was saved."

“So he became a doctor?” Valerie said.

"I think so. He was very unhappy with the surgery my father performed. Since then, the relationship between our two families has become distant, and they went to Central City to develop." Bruce said.

"It sounds... difficult to comment. If you were the protagonist, this would be a very standard villain template." Valerie's eyes were serious.

"No one is the protagonist of the world, and Tommy is just a poor man." Bruce excused his friend.

But then Batman added, "I'll be on guard against him."

"It can be seen that you have maintained your acting skills in front of him." Valerie climbed up from her backward position, crossed her arms over her chest, and rested her elbows on her knees.

"No matter what, Tommy hopes you can complete his commission... But, there are other things to do now." Bruce looked at Valerie's delicate face carefully, "You look very stressed."

"Pressure? What kind of pressure can I have..." Valerie put away her smile.

"I've had this feeling since I saw you in Metropolis. You seemed to be forced by something." Bruce said. "Now it's even more so. The smell of exhaustion emanates from your bones."

"Do I smell?" Valerie raised her arm to smell it.

It is said that girls have body odor, but Valerie didn't smell any odor on herself.

"I'm talking about temperament," Bruce said, frowning.

"Of course I know, I was just joking." Valerie put down her arms. "I never thought I could hear such caring words from you. Have you been possessed?"

"You should tell me what you are anxious about." Bruce said word by word in a heavy voice.

"...the guy pretending to be God." Valerie made a bird gesture.

She didn't say Barbatos' name directly, but Bruce could understand it.

"I understand that it is a powerful being that can play with space." Bruce nodded. "It is the right thing to prepare for future threats, but you are pushing yourself too hard."

"You don't understand...that guy was coming for me." Valerie still stated the root cause of her anxiety.

In the battle of the asylum, Barbatos created a very troublesome and difficult trouble just by appearing and waving his hands a few times.

From the few words they exchanged during their few meetings, Valerie was almost certain that he had some plans for her.

She felt like she was in an unlit box, wandering along as the box rocked.

"..." Bruce stood up and turned to look at the naturally decorated room. "We will help you."

"Batman and Robin?"

"There are also Superman and Aquaman..." Batman seemed to have suddenly thought of something, "We can find more people to prepare for the crisis that can be seen with the naked eye."

"Who else?"

"A lot. There are countless people with super powers who hide their identities in this world." Bruce thought of a pilot with a green body whom he had investigated not long ago.

"...You are actually willing to take the initiative to ask for help from someone you don't know?" This is different from the Batman that Valerie knows.

"To help you." Batman emphasized, "We can gather a group of powerful people, and after we survive this disaster, we will disband on the spot."

"Is it for me?" Valerie was a little suspicious, but also a little touched. "Do you have a list?"

"I'll look into it a little more and send you a copy," Bruce said.

"I'm in charge of recruiting?" Valerie's eyes widened.

Bruce looked Valerie in the eye, staring at her in a way that made her shudder.

"Okay, okay, I'll think about it..." Valerie pouted.

"Barbatos, I will also help with the investigation." Bruce stood up and walked towards the door. "But now, I hope you can have a good communication with Elliot."

Valerie nodded and watched Bruce push open the door and walk out. He seemed to have a conversation with someone. Not long after, Elliot walked in with a kind smile.

"You've talked long enough, Miss V." Elliot closed the door and walked a few steps to the sofa opposite Valerie.

"We talked a lot about you." Valerie pretended to be indifferent and lowered her head to play with her nails, but her eyes were fixed on Elliot's performance.

Elliot sat on the sofa. Facing Valerie alone made him feel stressed. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket very slowly and wiped his forehead.

"I remember you said you were here for technical exchanges?" Valerie spoke first.

"Yes..." Elliot felt the pressure approaching materialization, and he glanced secretly at the door.

Valerie suddenly raised her head, her turquoise eyes revealing teasing: “Don’t look, there’s no one at the door, not everyone is so gloomy.”

Elliot sat upright, he finally understood where his pressure came from: "Sorry, Miss V, I'm just curious about your private conversations..."

"We'll only talk for half an hour. I'm busy." Valerie interrupted Elliot's explanation.