I, V, Gotham Legend

when……

The Clayface didn't notice it at all, as if this man suddenly appeared in front of him. There was no way out here, except for the exit blocked by bats, the only way to escape was through the sewer behind him.

Do you want to go back the same way?

The Clayface Man hesitated for a moment, and his non-existent face immediately became ferocious. I can't beat V, so why can't I beat you?

Clayface rushed towards Batman with his teeth bared.

Batman simply pulled out his grappling gun at him, pulled the trigger, and the grappling gun shot out like a flash of light.

Clayface didn't react at all, but he was lucky, as Batman seemed to have missed the target, and the hook passed by him and was finally nailed to the wall behind him.

A trace of contempt rose from the bottom of the Clayface's heart, but before he could sneer, the hook was pulled back with the wall brick that it was firmly hooked on, and the wall brick it was carrying hit the Clayface's back directly, and the force made him fall to the ground again.

Before the Clayface could react, Batman took out four white pellets from his belt and threw them at the Clayface. The pellets sprayed white gas, covering the Clayface's entire body.

This is the dry ice grenade Batman made on the way here.

It is deep winter now, and Christmas is just a few days away. The clay-faced man's body has to rely on constant movement to avoid freezing, but now it is in direct contact with refrigerated objects, and the little mud left can't withstand it at all.

The Clayface felt his body being gradually frozen into ice in despair.

This time, he was finally completely subdued.

Batman pressed his left hand on his ear, where there was a communication device.

"Alfred, send an anonymous email to the GCPD. I've captured Clayface..."

"You can't kill him like this." Before Batman could finish his words, a cool voice sounded and Valerie walked up from behind him.

This was the first time Batman experienced the feeling of being suddenly spoken to. He usually did this to others, but he didn't react much.

He simply turned around and looked at the blue-haired woman.

This was the first time they met. Valerie and Batman looked at each other, each thinking about something without saying a word.

Finally, Valerie spoke first: "Can you give way for a moment? I want to kill this murderer who threatens my client and complete the commission."

"V, I know you, a mercenary who has been active recently. You are responsible for at least three lives." Batman did not answer Valerie, but his words were also full of danger.

"Is that all? Although I don't like killing, it's still surprising that only these people died at my hands."

Valerie was indeed surprised. She did not show mercy in every action, but she did not receive many jobs that required the use of force.

On her first day in Gotham, she was forced to kill the thugs who tried to rob her. Now she is not so conflicted about taking other people's lives, but her moral values ​​as a citizen of the 21st century still make her try not to kill.

"I don't want to be your enemy. There's no need for us to be so serious. Can you please move aside and let me kill that mud? He is responsible for dozens of lives."

Valerie put her hands in her pockets and tried to negotiate.

"Only the law has the power to judge." Batman did not move much, his body hidden in the cape. "Your mission is just a bodyguard, and now Clayface is no longer able to move."

"You're such a bother." Valerie sighed. She wasn't surprised that Batman knew the details about her commission. "Can't you just pretend you didn't see it? It's not like you wanted to kill anyone. You just chose not to save them."

"That's not my style." Batman responded.

Valerie stared at him for a while, mentally evaluating the value of going to war with Batman. She felt that this Batman seemed a little different from the one in the movies she had seen.

Batman also kept his eyes on Valerie. He had collected information about Valerie not long ago, but it was extremely limited. The only thing that was certain was that she had an inexplicable obsession with becoming famous.

"If you're doing this for the honor of defeating Clayface, I can hand you and him over to the police." Batman didn't make any more moves, but he already had the batarang in his hand.

But Valerie shook her head.

“Forget it. My goal is to become a legend on my own. What you said is not my style.” Then she turned around and prepared to leave.

She felt that going to war with Batman was not within the scope of this commission.

17. Ambush

Valerie pressed the fingers of her left hand, and a car much more low-key than the Sword in the Stone slid in front of her.

"V." Batman suddenly called her and Valerie turned around unexpectedly.

"If you're sure this is the end of it tonight, I can pretend I didn't see you, but you'd better not do anything unforgivable in the future." Batman seemed to have different expectations for Valerie.

"Heh." Valerie sneered. "There are lunatics everywhere in this city who kill without blinking an eye. Why did they choose me so much?"

Batman didn't answer, and there was silence between the two for a long moment.

The street lights in Gotham were dim, but they still stretched the shadows of the two people very long. Their shadows blended together, like two black lines emanating from the same origin.

"Since you have nothing else to do, I'll leave first." Valerie didn't want to stand there any longer, so she opened the car door and said, "Just hand the Clayface over to the police. He might come out again at any time and kill a dozen more people."

After getting in the car, the car left the scene at a speed that complied with traffic regulations.

Batman looked at the disappearing shadow of Valerie's car with an expressionless face, and no one could tell what he was thinking.

Maybe I should get a car too.

……

The moonlight in Gotham is still hidden under the dark clouds, and Gordon is leading his police team to clean up the aftermath of the battlefield.

There is still a lingering heat wave in the air, making people forget that it is now deep winter.

The fire dissipated very quickly, leaving only ashes on the ground, making the staff's post-cleaning work much easier.

After watching the flames on the Clayface Man burn out, Valerie disappeared. She seemed to be looking for something and didn't even drive away the high-tech car parked on the side of the road.

Vicki Weir's helicopter has landed on the ground, and the reporter is now neatly dressed in front of the camera reporting on the aftermath of the incident.

Sheriff Gordon, who had just finished a brief interview, wiped his sweat. Although the body of the Clayface Man was right next to him, he was still not sure that the Clayface Man had been dealt with.

It was not until he received an anonymous text message and found the clay-faced man's body frozen into an ice cube at the place indicated in the text message that he finally felt relieved.

……

As time passed, this incident began to ferment in the Gotham public opinion circle, and Clayface and the mysterious blue-haired woman who defeated him became the topic of conversation among the people of Gotham after dinner.

The Gotham Police Department temporarily detained Clayface Man in the ice storage of a fishing company. Although he would not die for the time being, it was obvious that long-term freezing would still take Clayface Man's life.

This incident also caused an uproar among the top officials of the Gotham Police Department and the government. They were arguing whether to thaw the dangerous Clayface before he froze to death and then try him through legal procedures, or to abandon the law and order and just let him fend for himself.

The debate ended only after the kindhearted Wayne Group heard about this and donated a completely sealed bulletproof glass cabin. In two days, the Clayface will be sent to Blackgate Prison.

On a rare sunny afternoon, Valerie held her cheeks and looked out the window at the rapidly receding buildings, her thoughts wandering in boredom. At this moment, she was sitting on the Gotham City Transit Light Rail, an elevated railway across Gotham City that was built by Thomas Wayne to save the economy during the Great Depression.

It was only after Valerie traveled through time that she realized that the Great Depression was Gotham's most famous historical event. It can be said that the aftermath has continued to affect Gotham until now, and the root cause of the city's decline also began at that time.

Thinking about political and economic issues gives Valerie a headache. She only thinks about killing time when she is really bored. Normally speaking, I am more suitable for doing this.

People sitting not far from Valerie looked at her from time to time. Ever since she defeated the Clayface in live media broadcast, Valerie has been treated like a star in Gotham.

Even though her face was not photographed, Valerie's blue hair and yellow jacket are still quite recognizable.

Although the Gotham Police Department did not make any definitive statement about Valerie's identity, citizens still had various speculations about Valerie.

The most mainstream view now is that Valerie is a super soldier secretly created by the government to deal with supernatural situations; some people also think that she is like the Batman in the recent rumors, a superhuman who stands up to save Gotham.

Only those who have access to the deepest part of Gotham know that V is just an underground mercenary with extremely powerful weapons.

The light rail was still running fast, and occasionally people who claimed to admire her would come up to talk to Valerie. Valerie gently dismissed these fans.

She went out this time to meet with a middleman. The technology in this world has not yet developed to the point where money can be transferred by scanning a code. Besides, Valerie has no identity in this world and cannot open a bank account. She still has to go in person to collect her salary.

The reason why I took the light rail instead of driving my beloved Excalibur was to experience this means of transportation that is known as the landmark of Gotham.

"Ding Dong, we're at Park Road..." The long-winded light rail announcement sounded, and Valerie arrived at her destination.

Park Road is also an old city in Gotham. Compared with the prosperous new city in the south, it gives people a sense of depression due to long-term disrepair. The old city is also the area with the highest crime rate in Gotham.

Valerie has heard about a crazy plan. Councilman Quincy Sharp, who recently ran for mayor, plans to isolate the entire old town and build a super-large prison to detain Gotham's endless stream of criminals.

Fortunately, this ridiculous plan was quickly rejected.

Valerie skillfully navigated the streets and alleys of the park area and soon arrived at a hidden bar.

"It's me, open the door." After ringing the doorbell, Valerie shouted at the door.

The doorbell flashed red, reminding her that she could come in.

Before pushing open the door, Valerie was stunned for a moment. She noticed that there were several cars parked in front of the bar. Normally speaking, a bar is a late-night venue and is obviously not suitable for people to drink during the day.

Is this someone who is here to discuss work like me? Valerie kept her eyes open and pushed open the door.

A dark figure rushed out and swung a baseball bat at Valerie as she stepped into the bar.

Valerie simply raised her right hand and caught the stick that was coming towards her. She touched her chin with her left hand and looked at the person who attacked her thoughtfully.

The man was wearing a gangster-like mask with white patterns on it, as if he was imitating a penguin.

Are they Penguin's men, here for revenge? Noticing the middleman being held hostage by Penguin's thugs not far away, Valerie suddenly realized that it was no wonder that they suddenly called today and asked her to come over in a domineering manner.

NO18. Test

The Penguin thug who tried to sneak attack Valerie with a baseball bat was surprised when Valerie easily caught his attack with one hand, but he then became angry.

When it comes to strength, I can't beat a woman?

He tried to pull out the bat and hit V's head hard again.

But no matter how he moved his hand holding the bat, he couldn't move it at all, as if he was pulling out a telephone pole.

Valerie's body has sixteen points. Generally speaking, ten points is the limit for humans without prostheses. Obviously, this is a pure dimensionality reduction attack on the Penguin Thugs.

"Did Penguin ask you to come find me?"

Valerie asked symbolically. Logically speaking, Coventry was the territory of the [Roman] Camille Falcone, and the middleman of this tavern was also protected by him, but Penguin's men wanted to cause trouble here.

I guess it was the Penguin who gave the order.

"Hmph, it's none of your business. The boss will be very happy as long as he kills you." The penguin minion who was holding the middleman hostage with a knife didn't seem to realize that something was wrong.

The thug who was in a stalemate with Valerie winked at his accomplices in the room with a grim look on his face.

Valerie glanced around the room and saw that there were at least six people within range.

You want to subdue me with just these few people?

Valerie frowned. She remembered that she had personally overturned their base camp half a month ago. The Penguin Man should know that such a small number of people is useless, right?

These people don't look like they have any secret weapons. They don't even have guns. You know, the Penguin made his fortune by smuggling arms.

Or, these people were not sent by the Penguin himself, but were a few peripheral minions who accidentally discovered his middleman's base and were ignorant of the world and wanted to capture him to take credit?

If he is just a small fry who is not even qualified to stay in the base camp and has never experienced his own strength, then it is understandable that he does not believe in the legend and dares to be so brave.

Valerie suddenly felt weak. She loosened her right hand holding the stick, and the penguin thug who was still wrestling with him staggered.

"If you lay down your weapons and just turn around and leave, I can spare your lives. You will just suffer some physical pain." Valerie clenched her fists, and the bones made a crisp sound.

The middleman broke out in a cold sweat when he saw how brave Valerie was, but there was a knife against his neck.

"V, calm down... We can talk about this." The middleman couldn't even keep his steady voice.

However, the penguin minions holding him hostage seemed to have finally realized that the situation between Valerie and the penguin thugs was not just a simple stalemate. Rumors about V emerged from the bottom of his heart, but he still forced himself to suppress his uneasiness.

"It seems that this mercenary lady hasn't figured out the situation yet. Now, don't move, or you'll get hit—"

The penguin henchman's harsh words were stretched out in Valerie's ears.

Valerie activated Sianvistan, slowing time down to 15 percent of its original speed.

She pulled out a pair of pistols from her pocket. These were the weapons of V's good brother Jack in the game, named Golden Bitch.

In the game, Jack used two guns, but after the player inherited the weapon, he could only use it with one hand. When Valerie realized that she had inherited the game's ability, she immediately made herself another one.

Valerie walked into the bar leisurely, holding the gun in both hands, and shot the exposed penguin thugs in the small space at the heads without hesitation.

As a citizen of the 21st century, Valerie tried her best not to kill when performing missions. But this time, the other party had pushed her to the point of being too aggressive and ignored her death threats. If she didn't make them pay the price, how could she survive in Gotham in the future?

As early as the first day of her crossing over, Valerie accidentally killed someone. In addition, after three and a half months of mercenary career, Valerie no longer had much psychological burden about killing.

Valerie walked up to the penguin henchman who was holding the middleman hostage. He still had a smug smile on his face, and his words still sounded long in Valerie's ears.