I, V, Gotham Legend

I still think this guy is a bit boring and doesn't seem suitable to be a boyfriend.

Harlin herself doesn't know what her standard of being interesting is.

After saying goodbye to Klein politely, Harlin turned and left the office.

After watching Harlin close the door and the footsteps fade away, Klein turned his attention back to the cat in his arms.

He loosened his grip and the kitten fell to the floor. It didn't move at all, just lay there twitching and foaming at the mouth.

It's already dead.

"Too fast, it doesn't give me enough fear."

Klein loosened his clenched fist. Each finger was tied with a needle like a nail, and an unknown orange liquid flowed through it.

He took out a rectangular metal box from under the sofa and placed it on the table.

When the box was opened, a green liquid was found sealed in a glass bottle. It seemed to be a liquid metal, and after Klein's testing, it had deteriorated for nearly a hundred years.

This is the treasure he stole from Gotham Corporation yesterday. He doesn't know what it is exactly, but it is very helpful for his new research...

16. Scarecrow

It was still cloudy in Gotham at noon, the sky was gray and the wind was bitingly cold. Even if you wore the thickest shoes, your toes would be numb from the cold.

There was a huge crowd of people in front of the Ambil Private Hospital in Gotham, and all major news media were gathered there.

The victims of the Gotham robbery have been transferred to this hospital. Most of them are mentally ill and have been isolated.

The media are eagerly waiting, hoping to get first-hand information on new developments in this case.

Fortunately, the Gotham police were diligent in their duties. They stayed outside the hospital with the hospital security guards and tried their best to prevent the media from disturbing the victims.

"drop!"

Just as the media were in chaos, a horn suddenly sounded.

A Lamborghini suddenly entered the crowd and slowly drove towards the hospital. The surrounding media could not help but make way for the car until two policemen blocked the car.

Gotham's richest man, Bruce Wayne, rolled down the car window. He was wearing a neat suit and sunglasses on his face for a pretentious look.

"I would like to express my condolences to the victims of this robbery," Bruce said to the police officer who was blocking his car.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Wayne, we can't let unauthorized people disturb the victim." The policeman shook his head and refused.

"Just consider it as the hospital's official care for its inpatients." Bruce lowered his head and rummaged through his wallet.

"What are you doing? Mr. Wayne, we will not accept bribes." The police said righteously, after all, they were in public.

But Bruce took out a business card and said, "I don't think I told you that I own this hospital."

The policemen looked at each other.

Ambir Hospital is the hospital with the best facilities in Gotham, and it is also the largest, cheapest and most advanced private hospital. Being able to receive treatment in this hospital is also one of the employee benefits of Gotham Corporation.

Bruce was quickly led by the police to the isolation room for the victims. The environment here was quite good, after all, it was run by the Wayne family for generations.

The isolation ward is not a prison cell after all. Behind the glass window is a bright white room. Through the window, you can see clearly what is inside, but you should not be able to see outside from inside.

The new police chief Gordon was standing with a doctor in a white coat, discussing the condition of the patients in the ward.

"Mr. Wayne..." Gordon saw Bruce coming and greeted him subconsciously.

"Thank you for your hard work, officer." Bruce nodded and stood beside him.

Gordon frowned and looked at the policeman behind Bruce. He thought that irrelevant people should not be brought here, but the policeman just shrugged helplessly.

"Don't worry, Chief, he's just doing his duty." Bruce smiled richly.

"Boss." The doctor beside Gordon greeted Wayne and let Gordon understand what was going on.

Bruce stood in front of the isolation window and looked at the man on the bed. He was not wearing a hospital gown, but was dressed as a security guard.

The man huddled up in a ball, shaking all over as if he were being electrocuted.

"They may have been forced to take an overdose of hallucinogenic drugs," the doctor explained to Bruce.

“Have you communicated with them?”

"The victim is very emotionally unstable and has difficulty communicating normally. He is also in very poor health and cannot be given a sedative," Gordon explained.

"Can I come in and take a look?" Bruce asked the doctor.

Gordon immediately refused: "This is not appropriate..."

"Of course, boss." But the doctor still wanted to work.

Gordon sighed and could only acquiesce.

"Ding~"

The doctor opened the door with an identification card and Bruce walked into the room alone.

"Hello, your name is Dantes, right?" Bruce sat on the chair next to the bed. "Can we talk?"

Dantes immediately turned to look at him, his eyes as big as light bulbs and full of bloodshot.

In his eyes, there was a clown with a weird smile sitting next to him, with lightning wrapped around his body.

The fear made him want to run away, but the reason deep in his heart knew that this was an illusion given to him by the Scarecrow.

He bit his tongue and spoke from deep in his throat.

"Scarecrow... I saw a scarecrow..." He looked at Bruce's face and trembled with fear, but he struggled to say it, and he finally said it with great difficulty.

But he felt many flashing hands on the bed grabbing his face, and fear made him shake his head back and forth.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

He couldn't bear it anymore. Whether it was an illusion or not, it was enough to make him collapse.

He screamed helplessly, leaving Bruce beside him at a loss as to what to do.

Dantes shook his head and closed his eyes, trying to escape from everything.

"Calm down, there is no scarecrow here." Bruce held Dantes' hand, but was immediately shaken off by him with a scream.

Gordon leaned against the glass window, looking reluctant.

Dantes cried and screamed like a baby. He could no longer bear it and even called out the name of the man who had saved him from the devil.

"V! Help! V! I'm sorry, please save me!"

Bruce, however, retreated tactically as he heard an unexpected name.

"V?" Gordon, who had been eavesdropping outside the door, had never expected this.

Bruce sighed, stood up, and walked out of the ward, pretending to be unconcerned: "Mr. Director, I hope this matter can come to a conclusion as soon as possible."

Gordon nodded. It was their duty, and they had just received an unexpected new clue.

Bruce left the hospital, avoiding the media and got into his Lamborghini.

It is still early in the night, and it is not appropriate for Batman to appear yet, and Bruce Wayne has no connection with V.

But he has Miss V's phone number.

On the other hand, Gordon also issued orders to his police officers through the police communication, asking them to invite Miss V to visit the police station.

Although Valerie's whereabouts were difficult to find, she was a mercenary after all, so it was easy to find her middleman's base.

……

After punching Siwa and venting her frustration, Valerie sat back at the bar, ordered another Jack, drank it, and went back upstairs.

Valerie returned to the room that Malone had reserved for her. She didn't plan to go out for the time being, not that she had much free time today.

The table in the room was covered with blueprints, including those of buildings, weapons, and prosthetics.

The architectural design was prepared for her own secret base in the future. She planned to build a base that was both luxurious and secretive.

The weapons were improved by her herself. They belong neither to the game nor to the real world. They were weapons she created based on her own thinking.

Valerie has always known that she has strong production skills, but this is the first time she has tried to make something completely original. In the past, she thought that the weapons in the game were enough.

The only thing Valerie had no idea about was the design of the prosthesis, as if there was something in the world preventing her from researching it.

PS: The update is over, not a drop left (depressed)

PS2: Asking for votes (showing belly)

NO17. Invitation

"Officer Harvey, lead the team to Coventry, the Good Man's bar. We need to bring Miss V to the police station."

While Valerie was still thinking about the design, Director Gordon's voice suddenly came from the semiconductor placed not far from her.

As early as half a month ago, in order to track the Clayface Man, Valerie cracked the police station's communication channel, but after that incident, she usually did not open this channel.

The main reason she opened it this time was to monitor whether there were any clues that the Riddler was going to cause trouble. Although she was not in a hurry to find the Riddler, she didn't mind getting rid of him if this guy caused trouble in advance.

"How did the Director know I was in Coventry?" Valerie was surprised, but she quickly thought of the real estate agent she met at the Mad Hatter's.

Are you here to target Ma Long?

Valerie put down the design she had not yet finished, stood up and went downstairs.

Since you are looking for me, I'd better go and greet you in person.

It was still noon, so the bar was naturally sparsely populated.

The bartender had gone off work, and Marlon was probably attending classes at an orphanage or working at a welfare center. Now there were only a few security guards and Valerie in the bar.

It would probably take some time for the police to arrive, so Valerie took a bottle of Coke from the counter, put a few coins into the cashier, and sat down at the bar.

She recalled the appearance of the black mask she had seen at the steel plant not long ago, and sat in a handsome posture, ready to greet the arrival of the police in a cool manner.

Just then, the familiar ringtone of the telephone rang in Valerie's mind.

It's Batman.

Valerie answered the call in surprise: "Boss, are you finally going to pay me?"

"..." There was a pause on the other end of the phone. "What have you done recently?"

"What?" Valerie was a little confused.

This guy spoke in a serious tone, as if he was talking about serious business.

"Gotham Corporation was robbed and the person involved mentioned your name." Batman summarized it simply.

Because it was big news, Valerie had heard about it, but she didn't expect it to be related to her.

But she finally understood why the police suddenly came to find her.

"I don't know what you think, but I can only say that it has nothing to do with me." Valerie felt that it was necessary to clarify this matter.

Batman remained silent as he had no more clues, but based on what he had learned about Valerie over the past few days, he still trusted her intuitively.

"Have you heard of Scarecrow?" Batman asked another question.

"..."

This time it was Valerie's turn to be silent, because she had really heard it.

After thinking for a while, Valerie decided to ask, "Who is the person involved? Was he sprayed with a hallucinogenic gas?"

She didn't shy away from the fact that she knew some things that were difficult to talk about, but she didn't know much anyway.

"He does have symptoms of an overdose of hallucinogenic drugs." Batman's tone became more serious, "You know?"

"I have heard of this scarecrow. He is a bad guy who commits crimes by spraying poison." Valerie recalled the rare movies she had seen. "The person who is sprayed will see what he is afraid of."

"You mean, the person involved is afraid of you?" Although Dantes' expression was indeed full of fear at the time, Batman remembered that he was clearly asking Valerie for help.

"It's possible. I've beaten up a lot of people, and it might just be that unlucky guy." Valerie felt like the case was solved.