I, V, Gotham Legend

Crane fell into self-loathing again, as he always did.

Jonathan Klein has been an introvert since he was a child. He also wants to be more generous in social situations by communicating with others.

But no one wanted to communicate with him because he was a weirdo and no one could follow his thinking process.

At this point, Klein even has a fear of socializing.

"Anything else you need, Doc?"

Seeing Klein hesitating, Calendar Man became a little impatient.

Less than one night after escaping from Blackgate, he was caught by Batman again. Those prosecutors who didn't understand art diagnosed him as a mental patient and sent him to this boring insane asylum.

For three days, every few hours, a doctor in a white coat would come to see Calendar Man, asking almost the same questions, which made him impatient.

Klein hesitated for a while, then sighed as if giving up.

He put the box he was carrying on the table.

"I am always afraid to talk to people. Whenever I see the eyes of the person who is talking to me, I will involuntarily lose my momentum." He lowered his head and studied the combination lock on the box in front of the calendar man, and he really didn't look at the other person's eyes at all.

"Hey, you are the doctor, right?" Calendar Man was a little surprised. Why did they suddenly start chatting?

“What I mean is that I think when people talk and chat, it’s like they’re fighting, and I always lose, so I’m afraid to look them in the eye.” Klein opened the box and took out a bag-like object woven from straw.

"What on earth are you talking about?" Calendar Man was already impatient.

"I have come up with a perfect way to allow me to communicate normally with others." Klein put the straw on his head, then raised his head and looked at the face of the Calendar Man.

It was a scarecrow mask with a smiling face sewn with thick black thread and black plastic lenses in place of the eyes, making one doubt whether he could see anything.

“Haha, are you a child? Are you covering your eyes because you are afraid of looking into other people’s eyes?” The Calendar Man laughed.

Klein suddenly raised his hand, and a large amount of white spray spurted out from his sleeve, hitting Calendar Man's face like a disconnected faucet.

“Social networking is scary because you can’t be sure what the person on the other side thinks of you.”

The Calendar Man was startled by the pungent vapor that suddenly hit his face. He shook his head hard, trying to get away from the ominous gas.

But when the spray cleared, he found the world was shaking.

"So, it's better to let people be afraid of me first."

The originally bright interior environment became gloomy, and right in front of the Calendar Man, a terrifying white light came out of the scarecrow's eyes and mouth.

The cracks in the straw mask trembled, and before Calendar Man could see clearly, a group of bats suddenly jumped out from it and pounced on Calendar Man's face.

"Oh my god!" Calendar Man was so scared that he fell off the stool and rolled on the ground.

The Scarecrow stood up and gradually walked up to the Calendar Man who was rolling on the ground.

In the eyes of the Calendar Man, the person in front of him looked like a ghost made up of a large group of bats floating towards him.

"I can have a good conversation with you now, see? I'm looking into your eyes." The Scarecrow squatted down, held the Calendar Man's chin with his hand, and forced him to look at him.

The Calendar Man saw that the Scarecrow's eyes were flashing white, as if revealing hatred.

"Ahhhhhhh!" he screamed in fear.

Klein enjoyed this feeling. He now had absolute sovereignty in the communication because the other person's eyes only showed fear of him.

He is afraid of me!

"Feel it well, fear is a wonderful emotion. No matter how respectable a person is, in the face of fear, he will be like a child who has lost his mother." The Scarecrow held a needle in his left hand and stabbed it into the Calendar Man's waist.

Extracting blood and adrenaline can be used to record research results and can also be used as one of the raw materials for fear toxin.

Putting the extracted syringe back into the box, Scarecrow sat on a chair wearing a mask and made a brief note of the situation in his notebook.

There are both observation results from the poison gas live experiment research and conclusions from the inquiries into the mental patients.

"Because he felt ashamed of what he had done, his mind collapsed further..." Klein decided to use this reason to explain Calendar Man's madness.

Feeling that the poisonous gas in the room had almost dissipated, Klein took off his mask and put it back into the box.

Looking at the Calendar Man still rolling on the floor, Klein rang the handbell.

"Ms. Yang, the patient here needs a sedative." After saying that, he stood up and opened the door behind him.

The rest will be left to the nurses...

……

"Ms. Yang, the patient here needs a sedative."

First there was a ringing sound, followed by the cool voice of a young man.

Penelope Young, who was called by the man, fell asleep on the recliner without any movement, but she was not lazy.

"Want to take a look?"

Just behind Dr. Yang, Valerie leaned against the wall with her arms folded across her chest and asked Batman who was rummaging through the drawers.

Batman investigated what was stolen from Gotham Corporation and found out that it was one of the important raw materials for their latest clean energy development.

If Valerie is right and Scarecrow is really a psychiatrist hidden inside the asylum, then what is the use of him getting clean energy?

Smuggling to make money? Selling semi-finished products that haven't even been finished yet?

Or, is it used to synthesize some kind of chemical prop?

Batman had looked at the blood work of Gotham's victims, and the toxin itself wasn't that strong, and they should have recovered in a few hours through their own body functions.

But the toxins contained some unknown substance that hindered the work of their body's immune system.

What if this substance comes from the raw materials of clean energy?

NO22. Helper

Scarecrow needs what he stole from Gotham to develop his own fear toxin.

If Batman were Scarecrow, he would turn the raw materials he stole with great difficulty into poison gas and test the effect before they completely deteriorated.

Hiding people like this in a mental hospital also makes it convenient for him to conduct human experiments.

In a place full of crazy people, who cares about a crazy person becoming even crazier?

Therefore, upon entering the asylum, they immediately infiltrated the Nursing Center, where all medication records could be found.

A person attacked by fear toxin will become highly agitated and will almost certainly require a sedative.

Batman was planning to look for clues here, but before they could find anything, a doctor suddenly sent a request for a sedative to the nursing center.

It's like prey running headfirst into a net.

"The contact number is three. Can you find out which doctor it is?" Batman asked the helpful Valerie after looking at the number on the voice channel.

Valerie had also plugged the data cable into Dr. Yang's computer.

"Jonathan Klein." Not only did Valerie search for the target's name, she also found Klein's location in the surveillance video.

"You go treat the victim, I'll go stop Crane." Batman said as he ran out of the nursing center.

Even if they find the wrong doctor, that doctor is not a straw man, and the patient really just needs medicine for a while, so it's not a big problem. They are in the dark and have plenty of room for trial and error.

Valerie looked at Batman who turned and disappeared, feeling a little worried. Such a smooth journey made her feel uneasy.

Moreover, Batman assigned her a job on his own, which made her feel unhappy as if she was being treated as a younger brother.

But she still ran towards the consultation room that Klein had pointed out.

……

Klein carried his suitcase and walked silently in the empty corridor.

He suddenly looked at a camera at the corner and smiled shyly.

"Clap!"

At this moment, a sound like metal breaking glass was heard, and the light bulb above Klein's head was shattered.

“Oh?” Klein realized something and smiled.

The surroundings were still quiet. Klein could only hear his own breathing, which became more obvious after the light bulb broke and the environment became dark.

"Is... is it you? Batman?" Klein couldn't contain his excitement. "I... I have always been a big fan of yours!"

Klein still didn't hear any sound. He nervously shrank to the side of the corridor away from the outside, his back pressed against the wall, his face flushed unnaturally.

“You… you are like a master at playing with fear! Believe me!” Klein looked around while his hands were trembling as he fiddled with the box in his hands.

He walked back cautiously, rubbing his back against the wall, with a look of fear and anticipation on his face.

Until his back hit a door. He turned around and noticed a pair of white eyes staring at him from behind the glass of the door behind him.

He immediately put on a straw mask and raised his left hand towards the door, intending to spray poison gas at Batman as soon as he opened the door.

But Batman kicked the door with such force that it fell down and fell on Klein.

Klein was pinned to the ground by the falling door panel. The back of his head made intimate contact with the floor, and the poison spraying device hidden in his palm fell to the side.

Batman stepped on the door panel and looked through the glass window at the Scarecrow's black lenses.

"You have nowhere to escape, Crane!" Batman punched the glass window, and his fist hit Scarecrow's head with glass fragments.

"I knew you would come, Batman." Scarecrow endured the pain and looked away. He couldn't bear Batman's aggressive gaze.

Batman frowned, he had a feeling of uneasiness from the beginning.

"Gotham's energy material... do you know what it's called? This stuff has extremely strong energy. Just... just a small drop, mixed into the poison gas, can't even be blocked by a gas mask!"

The scarecrow looked at the sprayer that he had dropped not far away and his speech speed gradually became faster.

He tried to struggle and crawl over, but his body was pressed tightly by the door and he could not move.

"There's nothing you can do about it." Batman raised his fist to Scarecrow's head again.

"You know... Actually, I didn't know about the existence of such a useful thing at first... Someone told me..." Scarecrow gave up struggling, "He gave me a small cup, and I used the poison gas made from this small cup to steal the materials for two test tubes."

Batman finally realized what Crane meant.

"You came here with that V, right? Well, what I want to say is..." Looking at Batman's exposed chin, he insisted on finishing his words, "I have helpers too."

A white, pungent liquid sprayed from the ceiling like a fire sprinkler.

Batman reacted quickly. He urgently pulled out a gas mask from his belt and put it on his mouth and nose.

"I told you...that kind of mask is useless!" The Scarecrow's mask was also sprayed with poison gas, but he was not frightened at all.

Batman felt like the world was shaking, but fortunately he was almost used to the feeling of being poisoned.

He reached out his hand through the broken window and tried to grab the scarecrow by the neck.

However, at this moment, Batman felt his helmet suddenly hit, and the force was enough to make him fall directly from the door panel.

The scarecrow immediately seized the opportunity, he lifted the door, picked up the box in his hand, and ran to the window, smashing the glass window with the box.

"The end of fear, nothing left, Batman." He looked back at Batman who had climbed up again, then jumped out of the window.

Batman stood up and gave himself a shot of medicine, which he had asked Valerie for in case of poisoning.

He looked around and didn't see anyone else around, but he still noticed a large bullet rolling not far away.

Someone shot himself in the head?

Even if Batman's helmet is bulletproof, it is difficult to defend against a sniper rifle with such large-caliber bullets, but Batman was only knocked down by this shot.

Either the bullet just looks big, or...

Batman looked at the corridor wall, there were bullet holes on both sides.

After the bullet ricocheted several times, its power was almost reduced by the time it hit his head.

He happened to have heard of people sniping in this way.

Batman thought about the current situation and decided to leave the sniper matter to V. He wanted to catch the Scarecrow first.