I, V, Gotham Legend

Although the logic is still a little inconsistent, Batman also thinks it makes sense.

"I'll come to you later and we can talk in detail then." After saying that, Batman hung up the phone unilaterally again.

"So the money..." Miss V puffed up her cheeks. If she still couldn't get the money tonight, she would raid Wayne Manor!

Miss V opened the cap of the Coke bottle and planned to drink half of it in one gulp to show herself her determination.

Just then, Valerie felt the door of the bar behind her being pushed open.

Through the mirror hanging on the wine cabinet, she could see that the group of people who came in were wearing plain clothes, but she had seen the guy in the lead, who was the fierce partner following Gordon.

Valerie immediately put down the Coke bottle, maintained the cool sitting posture she learned from Black Mask, and spoke after thinking: "You are finally here."

"You knew we were coming?" Harvey Bullock, who had just been promoted to police chief, was a little surprised.

When Bullock received Gordon's order to capture Valerie, he refused in his heart. He still had a good impression of V, a passionate citizen who would help fight criminals.

Fortunately, Gordon later explained in the communication that this "please" meant please in a literal sense, otherwise Brock might have really forced himself to lead his men into the bar.

Valerie pointed to the seat next to her with her chin: "Sit down first."

"No need, Miss V, we need your cooperation in something..." Brock waved his hand, declining Valerie's kindness.

Hearing Brock's words, Valerie took a sip of Coke gracefully. She smiled and said, "Let me think about it. You want to ask Scarecrow, right?"

"Scarecrow?" Bullock was a little confused. Gordon didn't tell him these things. He just asked him to come find V.

Knowing that the police channel may have been infiltrated by characters like Batman, Gordon generally does not explain the plans and goals in too much detail when giving orders over the radio.

"..."

Seeing the confused look on the face of the guy in front of her, Valerie felt a little embarrassed.

"Gordon asked you to come to me to ask me some small questions, right?" Valerie tried to make amends.

Brock didn't understand that: "Maybe... Anyway, I need you to go with us to meet Gordon, Miss V."

"I think it's OK to ask these little questions here..."

Valerie recalled Black Mask's movements, holding the Coke in one hand and leaning back handsomely, but since the bar chair had no backrest, she put the posture back.

Brock and the police officers behind him looked at each other, and finally said again: "We need your cooperation, Miss V."

Valerie glanced at her police ID and felt that her pretending was not going very smoothly, so she simply stood up.

"Take me there. I also need to talk to him about something."

In addition to the Scarecrow, there are also the issues of the Riddler and the dirty bomb that need to be discussed with the Director.

Seeing that V was willing to cooperate, the police were obviously relieved. They took Valerie out of the bar and got into a police car hidden outside the street.

When Valerie went out, she took a special look and found that Shiva was no longer lying across the street. He might have woken up and slipped away on his own, or he might have been taken away by his men.

I hope it wasn't picked up by the corpse.

Valerie did not pray devoutly for Ms. Siwa in her heart.

PS: The plot of NO7 to NO11 in the second volume has been greatly changed. You can see it by clicking Refresh this chapter in the upper right corner.

18. Memory

Director Gordon walked out of the ward covered in dust.

Just now, he tried to go in and communicate with the victim, just like Wayne did not long ago.

Unfortunately, the people inside had completely lost their minds and were unable to communicate.

"That's terrible..." Gordon adjusted his yellow windbreaker.

"Chief." At this time, a policeman came forward, "V is here."

Gordon looked to the end of the corridor and saw the blue-haired mercenary, who was already a familiar face, walking towards this side, looking around, accompanied by Gordon's old partner Bullock.

"Hey, Chief Gordon, you're still alive." Seeing Gordon, Valerie immediately waved to him enthusiastically.

"V..." Gordon nodded. This time he didn't get angry at the police who brought Valerie in, because she was no longer an irrelevant person.

Valerie walked over to Gordon and looked through the glass window behind him.

"He was the bodyguard when Gotham Corporation was robbed, and he is also the most rational victim so far." Gordon sighed.

Even the most "rational" one was no longer able to communicate.

"I think I know him." Valerie's big blue eyes were pressed against the glass - she had changed her eye color by looking in the mirror before coming over so that it would look more normal.

"He's also the reason why I asked you to come here." Gordon reached into his coat, wanting to take out a cigarette, but then he remembered that this was a hospital, so he put his hand down.

"He mentioned me, right?" Turning back, Valerie curled the corners of her mouth.

"…That's right." Gordon nodded.

Valerie gave an inscrutable smile: "He also mentioned the [Scarecrow], right?"

Gordon finally showed a surprised expression: "It seems that you do know a lot, Miss V."

Looking at Gordon's expression, Valerie felt happy.

Finally, I finally acted like a normal time traveler by taking advantage of my foresight of the plot!

"Scarecrow is a criminal who likes to use fear gas to attack people." Valerie repeated what she had said to Batman.

Gordon nodded. "That's obvious."

"So, he called out my name because I am the person he fears the most!" Valerie's eyes lit up with excitement.

"..." Gordon didn't think so, but seeing Valerie's sense of accomplishment, he didn't say much.

"Can I go in and talk to him?" Valerie asked Gordon.

Gordon nodded. Although the police should protect the victims and reduce their contact with outsiders, they had already made an exception today.

Valerie walked into the ward and sat down next to the shivering Dantes.

"Can you talk?" Valerie patted his body.

Dantes turned to look at her and immediately let out a scream of horror.

Valerie remembered that this guy was the henchman sent by the Joker to hire her, and she gave him a beating.

No wonder you fear yourself.

Valerie was extremely proud of herself for being able to scare such gangster scum.

Miss V took out a Fortran from her pocket and stabbed it into Dantes' neck.

Although I don’t know if Forrecor can cure this fear toxin, it was quite effective against the poison in Batman before.

Gordon saw the white needleless syringe in Valerie's hand through the isolation window and felt it was familiar, then he suddenly realized.

After being injected with a shot of healing medicine, Dantes' eyes gradually became dazed.

He felt a wave of sleepiness coming over him.

The fear toxin caused his adrenaline to surge for a long time, but now that his mood was temporarily calmed, he finally felt the fatigue brought by not having rested for a long time.

"V..." Dantes' vision gradually blurred, but he still felt as if he saw the familiar blue hair.

What a soothing color...

Seeing that Dantes had fallen asleep in a daze, Valerie hurriedly scanned him to determine his physical condition.

The results were the same as those received when scanning Batman who was poisoned and injected before. The toxins in Dantes' body were temporarily suppressed, but there were still some residues. Apart from that, all his injuries, diseases and physical conditions were cured.

Poison gas is different from neurotoxins. The remaining toxins in Dantes' body can even be healed by himself.

Valerie breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that it was necessary for her to have Forrester to work against the fear gas, and she remembered that she would be drunk, which would most likely also poison her.

Valerie stood up and left the room. Gordon immediately came up to her.

"V, that is..." Gordon didn't know how to start.

"This is my powerful healing medicine, but the guy's poison has not been completely cured." Valerie took out another one.

This thing behaves like a stimulant in the game, but the experience of using it in real life is like a living dead with flesh and bones.

"Do you have any more?" Gordon himself has deeply experienced the effectiveness of this drug.

"I can't take out too many right away. This is the last one." Valerie handed the needle to Gordon. "You look like you'll need it later."

Gordon could understand that a drug like this that could almost bring people back to life was not something that could be easily found.

"How long does it take to make a medicine like this?" Gordon took the syringe.

"A long time." It means about forty seconds.

Healing potions are a cooldown skill, and Valerie can only take out two at a time.

He clearly possesses a crafting ability comparable to that of a creator, and can recast the Mad Hatter's hypnotic device with just a touch, but he is unable to produce more medicine. It feels like he cannot create a prosthesis, as if he is restricted by something unknown.

Gordon looked at the person sleeping in the ward. Although he had many questions, he felt that the victim might need more rest.

Fortunately, there are other people here who have close connections.

"V, can you continue talking to me? That scarecrow, do you know who he is?"

“Hehe…” Valerie put her hands on her hips and smiled coolly, trying to reveal the truth in an unfathomable manner.

But then she realizes she doesn't remember who the Scarecrow is.

To be honest, she had just seen that movie many years ago before she traveled through time, and she didn't really like remembering the names of supporting actors in foreign movies.

Fortunately, she still remembered the general setting of the movie.

"Arkham Asylum, the person you're looking for is there." Valerie tried hard to hold back her guilty expression.

"Madhouse? It hasn't officially opened yet, right?" Gordon wondered.

Valerie took a breath, then slowly exhaled, closed her eyes and smiled, "Scarecrow is one of the psychiatrists in that hospital."

In fact, she wasn't quite sure. This world was very different from the movies she remembered. Batman would try to save everyone, and Scarecrow might not be a psychiatrist.

"Do you have evidence?" Gordon asked, "If you want the police to investigate a government facility, there must be evidence that the suspect is there, otherwise the mayor will not approve it."

NO19. What a big crisis!

"Is evidence necessary?" Valerie asked curiously.

Gordon explained to Valerie helplessly.

The mental hospital is a government institution. If you want to get a search warrant, you must have solid evidence, otherwise it will likely be rejected by your superiors.

Without a search warrant, the most the police could do was to conduct a conversational questioning. If the scarecrow was well prepared, it would obviously be impossible to find any clues just by questioning.

But Valerie heard business opportunities from Gordon's words.

"If you really don't want to abandon the principles of being a good policeman, then you should find some friends who don't have to follow the rules so much." Miss V hinted to Gordon.

"You mean...Batman?" Gordon pondered.

"..." Valerie choked for a moment. "Actually, if you want, the beautiful girl standing in front of you can do it for you."

Gordon looked at Valerie's face in surprise: "I thought you and Batman were partners."

"I've said it before, I'm just doing the job for money." Feeling as if she was being treated as a follower, Valerie pouted in dissatisfaction.

But she also remembered that there was a policeman in the movie who often worked with Batman. Although she forgot his name, could it be this old guy?

"So, Batman is very rich?" Gordon asked the question that had been deep in his heart.

“……” Valerie was a little panicked. There were only a few rich people in Gotham. If Batman’s identity was exposed because of her, what would she do if he stopped giving her money?

"If you want to... hire me, that's fine..." Valerie tried to speak vaguely, "He's a guy who's always full of righteous indignation. He must have grown up on the streets... right?"

"You have a point, but some of his equipment is obviously very expensive." Gordon didn't notice anything unusual about Valerie.

"Yeah... That's weird..." Valerie felt herself sweating. "Maybe some rich guy is sponsoring him? I guess..."

"It seems you don't know who Batman is?" Gordon carefully observed Valerie's expression.

"Yes... yes, he should be the embodiment of Gotham's anger towards the endless crimes..." Valerie avoided Gordon's gaze and turned towards the stairs. "I... I think I should go... I think I haven't finished washing the clothes yet..."

Miss V no longer wants to cooperate with Gordon. Miss V now just wants to get better quickly.