I, V, Gotham Legend

Catwoman felt so miserable. She just wanted to steal something, but not only did the only handicraft she stole get broken, but she was also forced to offend the Penguin.

I guess when Penguin comes out of the detention center, he will definitely take revenge on me...

Catwoman can already feel the darkness of the future.

"thorn~"

The sound of brakes slammed, and Valerie pulled the car over to the side of the road.

"You did a good job. I will reluctantly forgive your dirty hands." Valerie leaned back.

"…Is this the account between us?" Selina was a little incredulous.

"What else?" Valerie puffed out her chest.

"If you really care about this, I can let you touch it back." Catwoman also puffed out her chest.

"Oh, I knew you hadn't given up on me." Valerie turned her head away proudly, "Don't even think about it. I'm a noble legendary mercenary, you're not worthy of me!"

"I'm not interested in women." Feeling that Valerie's misunderstanding of her was getting worse and worse, Catwoman thought it necessary to argue.

"Okay, you can get out of the car now." Valerie unlocked the door. "Since you've done a good job today, I'll protect you from now on."

"Are you some big shot?" At least Catwoman couldn't help but tease.

"..." Valerie was silent for a moment. She had indeed become famous recently, but it was obvious that her fame was only spreading in the darkest circles of Gotham.

"You'll understand."

In the end, Valerie just replied with this sentence.

After driving Catwoman out of the car, Valerie stepped on the accelerator again and the sports car sped away.

Looking at Valerie's disappearing shadow, Catwoman touched the cracked painting, looking thoughtful.

She had actually heard of V, a famous bloodthirsty mercenary, but Valerie was obviously completely different from what she had imagined, making her hard to believe that she was the same person as rumored.

"Well... I hope Miss V's name really works." Catwoman stopped thinking about it and turned her attention back to the oil painting in her hand. "I also hope that the art of voice can keep your value..."

……

In front of the harbor, Batman stared at the ruins of the Last Bid in silence.

In his hand he also held a green trophy in the shape of a question mark, which was what he had been looking for in addition to Lazarus these past few days.

"Master, do you think it was done by Penguin's enemies?"

The butler's voice sounded from the headset.

"Maybe." Batman didn't say much, but his heart became heavier.

Scarecrow, Mr. Freeze, Penguin, Riddler, these troublesome people have all been in trouble recently, and Gotham is as chaotic as ever...

PS: Tickets (crying, rolling on the floor, but still showing belly)

NO8. Things are different now!

January 16th is an important day for all of Gotham.

At the entrance of Gotham Court, cameras from various media outlets were blocked behind cordons, but this did not dampen their enthusiasm.

Today is the day when the lawsuit was officially filed against Oswald Cobblepot, the Penguin.

Cobblepot has been working in Gotham for many years, and almost everyone thinks that he will be released soon. Even so, the trial of the gang's super boss is still a rare big news.

Originally, the court invited the victim in this case, Bruce Wayne, to attend the hearing of the Penguin, but Master Wayne refused due to something else. He sent the group CEO Lucius to attend on his behalf.

In the court, two policemen escorted Cobblepot to the dock. They humanely prepared a tiptoe stool for the Penguin so that he could reach the table.

"Be gentle, or you'll be in trouble when I get out."

The Penguin Man staggered after being pushed onto the tiptoe stool, then turned back and grinned at the two policemen.

"Please be careful with your attitude, Mr. Cobblepot, this is a serious courtroom."

Not long after Cobert finished speaking, a mature and clear voice sounded from above.

Cobert raised his head unhappily and looked at the handsome blond man playing with coins in the prosecutor's seat.

What a pretentious brat.

Cobert spat in his heart in dissatisfaction, but he was a generous man and could understand the prosecutor's attitude towards him.

I guess I've already made arrangements. The prosecutor has already accepted my bribes and is now thinking about how to release me in a harmonious and decent manner.

But the attitude behind his words! I must teach him a lesson when I get out!

Maintaining the composure of a gang leader, Cobert raised his head proudly, and he was even in the mood to look in the direction of the jury.

No one dared to breathe. It was obvious that the reputation of the Penguin was deeply rooted in the hearts of every Gotham resident.

Cobert was pleased with the crowd's fear.

Until he saw the guy in the crowd, who was obviously in charge of bribery, waving and shaking his head at him in panic.

What does he want to express?

Cobert was a little uneasy.

"It's almost time. I think we should get started, right? Your Honor."

Holding the half-tossed coin in his palm, the handsome blond prosecutor, Harvey Dent, looked at his watch and spoke to the judge sitting on the high seat.

……

The alley behind the Regal Theatre had no name, but since the Waynes were murdered here twenty years ago, it has been commonly known as Crime Alley.

Even though nearly twenty years have passed, this alley is still very dilapidated, and the red brick floor, which has not been repaired for a long time, is full of potholes.

Bruce Wayne placed a bouquet of white flowers at the location he remembered, then stood there, silent for a long time.

Today is the twenty-second anniversary of the Waynes' death. Except for the seven years he was away, Bruce would come back here almost every year to do the same thing.

The temperature has become much warmer than it was half a month ago, but not yet warm enough to melt the snow on the street. Master Wayne stopped for a long time and finally took a deep breath of the dry air.

It's time to leave. I guess the trial of Cobert has come to a conclusion.

Bruce is pessimistic about the outcome of the trial. He knows Gotham's judicial system well and knows that Cobblepot will only be sentenced to a few years at most and then be released on bail soon.

But Bruce was not in a hurry.

The Penguin's power is built on false prestige. If he is caught a few more times, Cobblepot will sooner or later collapse completely.

Bruce walked out of the alley, looking for his Lamborghini parked on the side of the road.

But before he saw the conspicuous Lamborghini, he first saw an even more conspicuous blue-haired woman.

Valerie squatted in front of a small shop across the street, staring at the window in front of the steps.

Bruce thought about it and felt that it was necessary to say hello to his acquaintance. He put his hands in the pockets of his expensive suit and walked towards Valerie.

Valerie sensed someone approaching, and before Master Wayne took a few steps, she looked up. There were no vehicles passing on the road, and the two of them looked at each other across the road.

"Hey, you're not dead yet!" Valerie raised her hand and greeted.

"Are you choosing a pet?" Wayne walked over to Valerie and took a closer look at what was in the window.

It was a black bird with bright feathers and was well maintained.

"I guess this bird can talk," Valerie said, pointing to the glass.

"Not as far as I know." Bruce knew this kind of bird was probably a species of corvidae and was often kept as a pet.

Valerie stood up. "It's really a bummer to talk to you. Where's your emotional intelligence when you were a playboy and dating people?"

"You know who I really am."

Valerie could understand what Batman meant. Bruce Wayne was just a disguise, just like the mask he usually wore.

"Then what is our Mr. Avenger doing here?" Valerie looked towards where Wayne came out.

"Aren't you going to buy this pet?" Bruce changed the subject.

Valerie realized that Bruce didn't want to talk about why he was there, so she followed his lead and said, "I don't like this kind of bird very much."

As she spoke, Valerie glanced at the bottom of the birdcage, where there were many long and thin worms with only half of them left.

Miss V hates bugs the most and doesn't want to keep a pet that eats bugs.

Bruce just nodded and turned to his Lamborghini: "Excuse me then, it's time for me to go back to the company."

"Stand there!" Valerie called out to him.

Bruce looked back in confusion, he had already opened the car door.

"I'm interested in your company. Would you like to take me to visit it?" Valerie curled her lips.

Bruce frowned, brainstorming for a moment.

As far as he knew, Valerie wouldn't be very interested in big companies. Did she have any plans?

"If you want to visit, you should make an appointment with my secretary in advance." Bruce refused and turned to get in the car.

But when he turned around, he felt a gust of wind blowing past, and when he looked up, Valerie was already sitting in the car with the door opened.

"I already have an appointment, otherwise what do you think I'm doing here?" Valerie crossed her legs in the Lamborghini.

She was actually on her way to Wayne Group to scout the area in preparation for the attack a few days later, but her attention was attracted by the bird halfway.

"I haven't heard of any mercenaries coming to visit."

Hearing this, Valerie simply took out a paper card from her pocket and handed it to Bruce.

This is the business card of the chairman of V Group.

"You can ask your secretary to confirm. I'm the boss of a large group with hundreds of companies under my umbrella." Valerie said proudly.

NO9. See through at a glance

The speeding Lamborghini stopped at the entrance of Wayne Building, and the doors on both sides swung up.

The security guards at Wayne Building were originally wondering which wealthy person came to discuss business and dared to park on the side of the road without fear of being fined.

It wasn't until they saw Bruce Wayne, dressed in formal attire, step down from the passenger seat that they immediately straightened up.

The boss hasn't come to work for almost half a month.

But what shocked him even more was the beautiful woman who walked down from the driver's seat.

Although he was used to beautiful women around Wayne, this was the first time he saw one so delicate.

"You should park in a regular parking space," Bruce emphasized to Valerie.

If you just park it here, you might even get towed away.

"It doesn't matter, it's not my car." Valerie didn't care about that and took the lead into Wayne Building.

Bruce didn't say much, it was just a car, but he still signaled the security guard not far away to ask someone to drive the car away to avoid affecting others.

Valerie took the lead and walked into the hall, looking around curiously.

Compared to Wayne Manor that we visited before, Wayne Building is obviously more modern. There are not many people in the lobby, and this is not a place for work.

Speaking of Wayne Manor, Valerie remembered that she had forgotten to repair it this morning because she was busy blowing up the penguin munitions.

So, she is now busy helping Wayne renovate his house, while secretly planning to attack Wayne's company.

It's a complicated relationship indeed.

"Ms. V, where would you like to start the tour?" Bruce walked up to Valerie.

"Hmm, let me think about it..." Valerie had a clear destination, but she still looked at the map, pretending to think. "Let's start with the medical department. The Wayne family has made great achievements in medicine."

It's hard to say. The main focus of the Wayne Group is daily necessities and high technology, but Bruce's father was a hands-off boss during his lifetime, and his main job was a doctor.

This may be the reason why people like to associate Wayne with medicine.

"Would you be interested in medicine?" Bruce examined Valerie's face.

To be honest, he had never seen Valerie suffer any injuries that required modern medical treatment, and she also had a superpower that had the effect of resurrecting the dead with flesh and bones.

"You should know my medicine, right? I can only take out two of them in this world. This is weird no matter how you think about it, right?"