I, V, Gotham Legend

Harleen Quinzel was locked up with other staff members.

This should be the intersection inside the Blackgate Prison, leading to the Panopticon, the women's prison, the infirmary and the church.

There was a high-platform office in the middle of the intersection, where Harleen and her two other colleagues were kneeling together with their heads in their hands.

Not far from her there was another person tied to a hospital bed, with bandages all over his body, especially his limbs, which were wrapped tightly.

I heard that this guy was called "Copperhead Snake" and he was so disabled when he was brought here that he could hardly move.

Originally, the police officers planned to send him to the infirmary and transfer him to the women's prison after he had recovered. However, since the Joker had occupied the entire Black Gate, this guy was thrown at the intersection and no one paid any attention to him.

According to what I saw before being locked up here, there were probably a dozen armed thugs with guns guarding the intersection. With so many people deployed in such a small place, it can be said that not even a fly could get through.

Most of the thugs were patrolling outside the office, and there was only one person guarding the room full of hostages. He had a submachine gun in his hand, and he could kill everyone here immediately if he wanted to.

Harlin knelt on the ground. She felt that these prisoners would not be able to control the place for long, but her own lives could not be guaranteed.

In addition to fear and despair, there is also a sense of excitement and novelty that comes out of nowhere.

It is not bad to end the monotonous life in this way. At least I don’t have to worry about the lonely future with no end in sight.

"Boom."

It was a very small sound, but Harlin caught it keenly.

It seemed to be coming from the ceiling, as if something had fallen on it? Or was it just an illusion?

"What is that?" It seemed that the guard also heard the sound, and he raised his head in confusion.

Then, as if collapsing, the ceiling suddenly shattered, and a black figure fell from the sky and landed on the head of the only gunman standing, with only a puff of dust.

Harlin looked at the intruding black figure in surprise. She had no idea how he got here.

"You are safe now."

Batman just said something to the hostages, then turned around and left through the main door.

"Wait a minute, there are a lot of people outside!" The people around Harlin reminded Batman.

Harlin also knew that there were thugs outside the door.

But Batman was unmoved: "I said, you are safe."

Harlin stood up almost immediately, ran to the window and looked at the intersection.

The intersection area was not large, but the thugs, who were supposed to be standing quite densely, were basically invisible. In sight, there was only one thug hanging upside down on a gargoyle not far away.

Harlin looked carefully and saw several thugs lying on the ground in the stairwell.

There was no sound at all. When did he knock down these prisoners? !

"Today is really terrible." Harlin's shoulders slumped in frustration. "First it was the clown, and then I met a weirdo like you."

She wasn't talking to Batman, but everyone knew what she was talking about.

Harlin's colleagues showed horrified expressions. They didn't dare to talk to the bat monster who suddenly appeared in that way.

But Batman raised an eyebrow, realizing there was something behind Harleen's words.

"You mean the Joker?" Batman walked up to Harleen.

"Well, he said you would come, and he also said he had a grand game waiting for you in that panopticon."

Harlin recalled what the clown had said to her before she was locked up here, and pointed to a fork in the road.

Batman looked solemn. He simply thanked Harleen and then ran towards the panopticon.

Harlin sat down feeling deflated. She felt very disappointed but she didn't even know what she was disappointed about.

It is difficult for doctors to treat themselves, and perhaps the same is true for psychologists...

……

Valerie walked through the death chamber and came to the special-prison cell.

The cells here are quite large, and all of them are single beds. It should be a relatively high-end place.

There were fleeing prisoners everywhere. Valerie transformed herself into the Savage King and used her most handy sledgehammer to help Black Gate maintain order and also saved a few policemen.

In addition, she also helped put out fires and repaired some damaged facilities. With her excellent crafting ability, she could even rebuild a black door from scratch.

Originally, Valerie didn't have to do so much, but there was no way. Batman gave her too much, even enough to buy at least twenty Blackgate prisons. If she didn't help out a little, she would feel uneasy holding the money.

I hope the master won’t default on his debt—otherwise I will definitely blow up Wayne Manor.

Valerie was walking leisurely when she received a text message from Batman asking her to meet up at the Panopticon.

It looks like the client is already there.

Valerie glanced at the map that happened to be not far away and locked onto the location of the Panopticon.

Just then, she noticed a handsome white-haired man in prison uniform doing push-ups in a cell next to the map.

The Black Gate was in chaos now, and the handsome guy's cell had obviously been smashed open by force, but he didn't run out.

Valerie had seen prisoners who refused to escape along the way, but most of them hid in the corner with their heads in their hands. It was rare to see them doing push-ups openly like this.

"You seem quite leisurely." Valerie leaned against the prison bars and said with a smile.

"This riot is childish and meaningless. I don't like to participate in this kind of thing." The white-haired handsome guy looked at Valerie, but he didn't stop doing push-ups. "Of course, if you have money, it's another matter."

Valerie noticed that the handsome guy seemed to have only one eye and his other eye was covered with a thick eye patch.

"Whatever you want." Valerie put her hands on the handsome guy's cell door and rubbed it for a while. In the handsome guy's horrified eyes, the severely damaged cell was repaired with her bare hands.

Valerie had just learned that her crafting abilities could be used to repair buildings, but she didn't plan to repair the entire prison. Reinstalling the cells would be great.

"You're very interesting." The handsome white-haired guy sat up, "My name is Slade Wilson, and they all call me Deathstroke."

death knell?

never heard of that.

Valerie just nodded, "My name is V, and I'm a mercenary in Gotham."

“Oh, I haven’t heard of it, but so, we can be considered as colleagues?” Slade seemed to like V very much. “Someone hired you, a so-called mercenary, to do maintenance?”

"Tsk, you have no vision. This is a billion-dollar order." Valerie boasted to Deathstroke with disdain.

Slade thought that he had practiced for many years and had become calm, but when he heard this number, he was still very jealous.

Valerie looked at Slade's stiff expression. She felt very happy at the feeling of pretending to be awesome. She turned around and skipped towards the circular prison.

NO50. Games

Sergeant Gordon led the team through the large cell block.

Gordon had also advanced through the Black Gate like this earlier. He remembered that it was still a dilapidated scene at that time, with damaged cell doors and facilities everywhere.

But now Gordon found that the prison, which should have been in a mess, looked like it had just been built.

It's not that it's very clean or of high quality, but despite the scratches and ruins everywhere, the cells and facilities show no signs of damage at all.

Gordin remembered clearly that this was not the case a few hours ago.

When did the efficiency of the Black Gate renovation project become so high?

If Gordon hadn't encountered thugs and Bane mercenaries on the way, he wouldn't have believed that the prison was in a state of fall.

Go through the front and you will reach the special cells, then you will pass the intersection, and then the panopticon.

The police team moved forward cautiously. The place was littered with corpses of people killed by the Joker and hung on the walls, which put them under great psychological pressure, just like when they were doing the cleaning work at the Royal Hotel.

There is another door ahead, behind which you can reach the special-grade cell.

Gordon looked at the door in front of him, swallowed his saliva, and was about to go forward to open the door when the door suddenly opened by itself...

……

Clayface thought himself lucky.

He was supposed to be imprisoned in Blackgate Prison today, but not long after, Black Mask suddenly attacked here and opened his cell door, allowing him to escape with a group of prisoners. He thought he would be free.

As a result, he didn't run far before he encountered a bat monster, who beat him up, froze him, and locked him back in a vacuum cell.

However, just when he thought that this was the end of his life, a madman named Joker took over the prison again within a few hours and sent people to smash his own cell door with a rocket.

Originally, Clayface planned to lurk for a while, then return to Gotham to replenish his mud, kill Batman, and then leave Gotham.

However, before he could start his evacuation plan, he suddenly noticed Gordon and the police team running past the vent where he was hiding.

What luck! I met another enemy here!

Mud poked its head out of the vent and quickly rushed towards the police force. He wanted to kill Sheriff Gordon here!

Just at this moment, the door in front of Sheriff Gordon opened, and a familiar blue-haired beauty appeared behind the door.

The Clayface froze in his prepared attack.

The fear hidden deep in the heart is awakened.

Otherwise... I'll take revenge later...

The mud retreated back into the vent at an even faster speed, and the Mudface ran faster than a rabbit.

Clayface felt himself to be old and miserable.

Gotham is horrible...

……

"Huh? Sheriff Gordon?" Valerie was a little surprised to see Gordon standing in front of her. She picked up the map and said, "Isn't this an intersection... Eh? I seem to have been here before."

Valerie realized that the cell behind Gordon had been repaired by her.

"V, why are you here!" Gordon pointed the gun at Valerie and scolded her sternly.

"I'm going to catch the Joker... Uh, can you read this map? How do you get to the Panopticon?"

"Um... you're going the wrong direction. This is the passage cell... I'm asking you why you're here!" Gordon studied the map and then reacted.

"I have a grudge against the Joker, so I'm working with Batman to deal with him." Valerie concealed the detail that she was hired.

"Ordinary people shouldn't get involved in this matter, and ordinary people shouldn't walk into government public relations facilities at will!" Gordon emphasized, "I should arrest you first!"

"Don't be so rigid, officer. Bane has caused a lot of trouble for the Joker. You may need me now." Valerie turned around and walked in the direction she had just asked.

"Stop, this is our police work!" Gordon emphasized again.

"The police also need the help of the public." Valerie stopped.

"Ordinary people's help is not to break the limbs and bones of criminals!" Gordon blushed, "You are just venting violence instead of bringing peace to Gotham!"

Valerie was surprised by Gordon's words: "You said to bring peace...you police officers can do that?"

“People can count on us.”

"..." Valerie said she had nothing to say, but she still spoke carefully, "If it's really as you said, neither I nor Batman will be here."

"..."

Now it was Gordon's turn to be speechless.

He actually knew very well what the Gotham Police Department was like.

"If everything is fine, I'll leave first. I'm in a hurry." Seeing that the sheriff stopped talking, Valerie turned around and ran deep into the prison.

"...Damn it..." Gordon gritted his teeth and rushed forward: "Keep moving forward!"

……

Batman was the first to arrive at the Panopticon, which was already packed with people.

The Panopticon is an indoor square unique to the Blackgate Prison. Like the Roman Colosseum, it is filled with cells built around a large circular square in a deep pit.

There is a building like a pedestrian overpass above the square. When Batman came to the square, he saw the Joker and Bane standing on the overpass together, and Warden Joseph was squatting beside them and shivering.

The surrounding cellblocks were filled with people, as were the spectators.

"Welcome! Bat! Did you get a Christmas present in your sock?" The clown seemed to be telling a joke.

"You're already stuck, surrender, Joker." Batman stared at the madman on the platform.