I, V, Gotham Legend

"Mr. Freeze is heading towards... Gotham Corporation?"

Batman pondered again.

"It's his family again. What a disaster." Valerie complained, "Do you think there's something wrong with Boyle? I always thought he didn't look like a good person."

"In Gotham, no wealthy man is truly innocent. The only difference is the degree of darkness." Batman said thoughtfully.

"You too?" Valerie was surprised to hear such words from Batman.

"..." Batman was silent for a moment, "Me too."

He was physically mingling with criminals, but normally, no matter what the intention was, it was definitely not legal.

"Have you ever thought about changing this city?"

"I'm doing it." Batman pressed a few more buttons. After a while, Alfred should be back.

"Is your only way to change yourself to put on makeup and beat people up every night?" Valerie asked the question she had seen online in her previous life.

Valerie is not very interested in superhero works, but she still knows Batman. In addition to watching several very famous movies, there are also heated discussions about Batman on the Internet.

Chief among them was the strong questioning of the way he was changing Gotham.

"..." Batman turned back to look at Valerie, "I have been sending a lot of donations to Gotham's housing welfare."

Valerie knew this. Gotham's housing prices were cheap among first-tier cities in the United States.

"But there are still a large number of Gotham citizens who are unwilling to buy houses." Batman's eyes were hidden in the shadows. "As long as you buy a house, the evils of Gotham will come to your door one after another, whether it's the gangs collecting protection fees or some thugs robbing your door - in their eyes, owning a house means having money."

"Otherwise, you may be involved in some disasters, such as gangs fighting over territory. The new boss may deny your property rights, and the house you bought with huge investment may be lost."

"Calling the police is useless. The police may even drink and chat with the gangsters who robbed your property."

"In comparison, it may be safer to rely on a landlord."

"You know what's the worst part?" Batman said, standing up from his seat. "In Gotham, no one thinks there's anything wrong with this."

Everyone lives under the wrong rules and dances to off-tune music, and over time, everything becomes taken for granted.

"Gotham needs a belief, a hope that people can see with their own eyes." Batman walked to the workbench, "This is something that money alone can't do."

"..." Valerie was not very smart. She couldn't figure out if just wearing a bat costume and going out to the street to beat people would really work?

But she doesn't plan to meddle in other people's business. Compared to lofty topics like changing Gotham, she cares more about her own legendary journey.

"Have you located Mr. Freeze? What are you going to do next?" Valerie returned to the point and asked Batman about his next plan.

"Mr. Freeze has a weapon that can freeze quickly, and he wears armor with a cooling effect." Batman wrote and drew on the workbench.

"I plan to make a prop that can quickly generate extremely high heat. Time is limited, so I can only make a few darts."

Valerie came closer and saw a very complicated design. Because it was a spur of the moment design, Batman's drawing was rather messy.

It looks like a small heating device has been added to the dart, which can heat it to about 300 degrees in a short time.

The heating furnace should have been an idea long ago, and this design is just combined with the darts.

Batman took the materials and ran to a pile of mechanical devices. Time was limited, so he had to make them as quickly as possible. He didn't even have time to test them.

Just as Batman was anxiously placing the materials under his own lithography machine, planning to make chips first, Miss V suddenly shouted excitedly.

"It's done! Is that right?"

Batman turned around and was surprised to find that Valerie was holding a bat dart that was exactly the same as the one in the design.

NO39. It is a mobile factory

"What are you doing..."

Batman thought Valerie was joking and was just being a shell.

But Valerie pressed the bat dart according to the instructions on the design for a while, and then the bat dart flashed an orange light.

"It's hot!" Valerie screamed and dropped the dart in her hand.

The dart fell from the platform and sank into the lake at the bottom of the cave. The high temperature burned that part of the water, creating bubbles and ripples.

Valerie blew on her unharmed fingers. She actually didn't feel anything anymore, it was just a subconscious reaction.

Batman looked at the batarang sinking to the bottom of the lake and was silent for a moment.

"Where did you get it?" Batman looked at Valerie's white and tender fingers.

"I made it myself." Valerie took out some materials from her pocket, kneaded them in her hands, and made another one.

"What kind of small photolithography machine do you have?" Batman asked in surprise, looking at the magical action.

"It's my own manual skill!" Valerie said proudly, with her hands on her hips.

Batman just stared at Valerie with disapproval.

Is it a super power?

Batman took the thermal batarang from Valerie and studied it in his hands.

It was just as expected and very delicate, it was hard to imagine it was actually made by hand.

Batman got into the right posture and flipped the switch, and in just a few seconds, the dart was lit up with orange flames.

As long as you hold it correctly, you won't get burned.

Batman used the scanning device on his belt to check, and as expected, the temperature could quickly reach a maximum of 300 degrees.

It’s true, and it actually works.

This was beyond Batman's understanding. He saw with his own eyes how Valerie created this technology with her hands, which was so delicate and accurate to the nanometer level.

"How many can you do?" Batman looked at Valerie who was still with her hands on her hips.

"As long as there are enough materials." Valerie put her hands in her pockets and fiddled with them for a while, then took out a handful of thermal batarangs. "Once you get familiar with it, you can do it much faster."

Weren’t you skilled enough just now?

After the initial shock, Batman quickly came to terms with the reality.

He mentally overturned and re-formulated his plans against V.

"With your help, things can be done a lot faster. I'll pay for it. Do more." Batman pulled out another piece of paper and started writing and drawing again.

"No need to buy it. It's enough if you can pay the salary quickly." Valerie walked to the workbench and rubbed the materials on the table. "By the way, what are you drawing?"

"Thermal gloves." Batman handed the newly-drawn design to Valerie. "Can you make it?"

Originally, time was limited, and Batman only wanted to make two thermal darts as a trump card, but with Valerie as a strong ally, he could prepare other more effective things.

In fact, he could have made a complete design for an anti-Mr. Freeze polar environment suit, but he didn't want to hand over such an important thing as a suit to someone who might be hostile in the future.

Valerie turned around and rubbed it, then placed a pair of black gloves in front of Batman.

Batman took the glove and inspected it after putting it on.

Then, Batman looked at Valerie again: "V, you are a reliable ally."

A troublesome enemy.

"Alright? Can we go get that ice man now?" Valerie said proudly. "Now it seems that you really need my help."

Batman glanced into Valerie's eyes, then turned and walked towards the Batwing: "Follow me, but remember, don't kill people indiscriminately."

The cave is definitely noisy, with the sounds of waterfalls and flowing water, and the occasional flapping of bats' wings, intertwined together to give people an unexpected sense of tranquility.

Batman walked under the Batwing, but noticed that Valerie didn't follow him, so he looked back in surprise.

Valerie folded her arms across her chest and leaned proudly against the railing, not moving an inch.

"What are you waiting for?" Batman asked.

"What did you say? I didn't hear you!" Valerie shouted exaggeratedly, "It seems that someone needs Miss V's help, but she is not begging!"

Looking at Valerie's arrogant look, Batman sighed heavily.

Then, without saying anything, he jumped onto the aircraft alone.

Although Batman had made a similar request to V in a fit of rage during Christmas, he would not say that again now that he has calmed down.

He also wants to save face.

Seeing Batman start the engine and really planning to leave alone, Valerie finally panicked and hurriedly jumped in front of the Batwing.

"Can't you be more lively? You can also boost morale." Valerie said dissatisfiedly.

“We don’t have that link.”

Batman pressed a button on the Batwing's operating console, and the rear door of the Batwing opened automatically, revealing two high-tech seats inside.

Valerie's eyes sparkled as she looked at the cool Batplane.

"Never seen it?" Batman smiled rarely.

"Tsk, wait until I learn what you've done, and then I'll make myself an airplane." Valerie jumped onto the seat and touched it curiously.

Batman remained noncommittal. This was Wayne Group's top secret technology, and he didn't think V could really make it himself.

Just before he was about to start the aircraft, Valerie suddenly called him.

"Hey, Bat, I hope you can remember this." Valerie fastened her safety belt and looked at the top of the cave. "I only cooperate with you for the money. After all, we are not on the same side."

"..."

Batman pressed the button, and the batwing spurted out air, knocking open the waterfall at the entrance of the cave and flying towards the city of Gotham.

……

Oswald Cobblepot sat in the chairman's office of Gotham Corporation, holding an umbrella.

This evening, Mr. Freeze came to the Iceberg Club in person and asked the Penguin to cooperate with him in order to target the Gotham Corporation which has become famous in recent days.

Cobert considered himself a businessman, and deep down he didn't really want to engage in such a large-scale criminal operation.

But at that time, Mr. Freeze's freezing gun was less than five meters away from him, and he had already made a real iceberg in the Iceberg Club before finding him.

Adhering to the principle that a hero does not suffer a loss in front of him, Cobblepot agreed to Mr. Freeze's request for cooperation.

According to the plan, Cobblepot assigned some of Mr. Freeze's men to attack Wayne Manor, while the Penguin himself led the team to occupy Gotham Corporation.

Although Cobblepot would rather set fire to Wayne Manor himself when trouble is inevitable, Mr. Freeze seems to have some obsession with Boyle.

Judging from the time, Mr. Freeze should be here to join us, right?

Just as Cobert was enjoying the comfort of his boss's chair, the bright incandescent light above his head suddenly went out.

With the experience of being brushed by the sheets many times, Cobert jumped up immediately and reached out to grab the umbrella placed aside.

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The office of the chairman of Gotham Corporation is very spacious, but it is difficult to feel this way because of the huge desk and the clutter everywhere.

Especially after turning off the lights, the clutter around the desk is like the devil's horns, making people feel cramped.

Cobert held the umbrella he carried with him, his nerves tense, and swallowed his saliva.

In order to occupy Gotham Corporation, his men were distributed everywhere, and even the few who usually followed him were sent out.

Even so, he still had a lot of people lying in ambush at the door of his office.

The air seemed to be holding its breath, with only the ticking of clocks and inexplicable footsteps echoing.

From the shadows, a veiled, black-haired woman stepped out.

"Who are you?" The Penguin pointed the tip of his umbrella at the woman. His umbrella was a modified rifle.

Cobert's heart was not as alarmed as he thought. How should I put it? He felt like he was used to someone appearing suddenly.

"I was wondering how long you would stay." The woman pulled out a long knife from her waist.

"Who are you!" Seeing the woman's dangerous actions, Cobert shouted again sternly.

At this moment, figures, both men and women, jumped out from the shadows around them. What they had in common was that they all had cloth covering their faces and wore tight clothes.

Dressed like a Japanese ninja.