I, V, Gotham Legend

Batman and Anazi were hugging each other in the cockpit. He pushed the child aside roughly, then tried to break his inner cheek with his teeth. He used his last bit of willpower to fumble for the control button in front of the cockpit.

"Zi..."

It should have been the click of a button, but all Batman heard was the sound of electricity.

If nothing unexpected happens, Batwing has entered hovering mode, but he has lost the ability to sense inertia and can only hope that he will not make a mistake in this area.

After doing all this, Batman leaned back in his seat. He stopped trying to hold on, closed his eyes, and took deep breaths.

"Alfred... Alfred... Call V, call V... She can find me... She can find where I am..."

Batman put all his energy into finishing this sentence. After he finished, he fell into darkness completely.

He could no longer tell whether he was really speaking or not. It was possible that what he had just uttered was just a meaningless "Aba", or it was possible that he had not said anything but was just imagining it in his mind and thought he had said it.

He seemed to have completely lost his five senses and was placed in a world where he was alone. The familiar feeling of loneliness surged into his heart again.

He didn't intend to sit there and wait for death. If V didn't come over, he would still drag his body like this to arrest the Riddler.

But now, he needs to take a rest.

After several years of traveling around the world and two years as a vigilante, he has basically become accustomed to loneliness.

I couldn't see with my eyes and I couldn't hear with my ears. I could feel myself moving, but I couldn't feel anything. It was as if I was isolated from the world.

Batman bit his lips hard, it was one of the few times he could feel pain.

He braced himself and tried to listen to the sounds. If he was going to fight soon, hearing might be more important.

Various noises were intertwined in his ears, and he relied on his remaining thinking ability to extract truly useful sounds from these noises.

“Pah, pah…”

Something knocked against the Batwing's hangar, as if it were rain.

If we are lucky, the pollution may be washed away by rain, but rain at this time is obviously unusual, and the worst case scenario is that the rain will increase the effect of pollution.

Everything in front of him was blurry like a mosaic, but Batman concentrated and he could vaguely see a figure outside the window.

A figure seemed to be knocking on the window. Batman took a deep breath, then reached out to the operating table and pressed the button based on the position he remembered.

Although his sense of direction was almost completely lost, fortunately, the button, which was like muscle memory, could still be found. The glass window was opened, and the strong wind from the high altitude blew Batman's cape.

The figure's hand reached behind Batman and seemed to grab something.

"Sizzle..." The figure seemed to want to say something, but it was blocked by the whistling sound of the wind. She squatted back and stretched her legs into the cockpit as if soaking her feet. She raised her other hand and stretched it towards Batman's face.

Batman knew what was being done, but he didn't move, allowing the figure to press the needleless syringe against his jaw.

Even the needle-less syringe felt stinging, but then Batman felt the world stop shaking.

The five senses returned to my body, and the blurry mosaic-like vision gradually became clear.

The nausea gradually disappeared, Batman clenched his fists, and felt full of strength again.

"This thing almost fell down. If I hadn't been quick, you would have almost achieved your first success in your career because of a mistake. How should you thank me?" Valerie squeezed Anazi back into the cockpit.

"You're too slow." Batman lost his sense of time in his previous state, but that didn't stop him from changing the subject.

"Oh my, which little baby was drooling and asking the housekeeper for help from Miss V?" Valerie said proudly.

Batman was silent for a moment, then decided to change the subject: "Can you give him some medicine?"

Anazi fell to the ground, drooling and rolling his eyes.

"It's amazing. From what I know, white metal works well on ordinary people, but it shouldn't make them look like they're dying." Valerie said, pulling out another syringe from her pocket.

This is different from the pneumatic syringe used to inject Batman, it is a diluted medicine.

"White metal?" Batman caught the key word.

"There is a group of chuunibyou in this city. They built a maze with white metal and threw people who opposed them into it." Valerie gave a brief introduction. "The Court of Owls, have you heard of it? From the people in Gotham that I have met so far, this name is very familiar to them."

"After I arrest Nygma, I will investigate."

"That's not necessary." Valerie's eyes wandered, "They have been wiped out by the Assassin's League."

Batman didn't say anything, he just looked at Valerie speechlessly.

Have you ever considered changing organizations when you were passing the buck?

NO60. Exchange clues

Ten thousand meters above the sky, Valerie sat in a hovering bat-wing outboard aircraft with her legs stretched out in the cockpit, stepping on the control panel, and her little feet in leather shoes politely avoided the buttons on it to keep herself fixed.

"Okay." Valerie pushed the medicine in the syringe into Anazi's waist, then lifted him up. "Do you want me to help you put it in the trunk?"

The trunk she was talking about should be the rear cabin. Since this plane would carry some prisoners or hostages besides Batman, in order to avoid interference when flying the plane, Batman's cockpit and the rear cabin were isolated.

Valerie had flown on this plane before and knew that only the back seat could accommodate people.

"Can you guarantee safety?" Batman asked.

V is not a big deal, but it would be very troublesome if Anazi accidentally fell down.

"Then I'll take him back to my car," Valerie said as she lifted Anazi onto her shoulders.

Batman noticed that the white hovercraft was slowly floating behind Valerie. Due to the fully enclosed windows, he couldn't see what was going on inside.

It seems that V found him through this car.

The heavy rain wet Valerie's blue hair, which was full of wisdom. She supported herself on the ground with her right hand and stood up from the external machine.

"Keep the communication with me open. Are you going to catch the Riddler? Me too." Valerie carried Anazi and walked carefully. The bat-wing outboard engine was a little slippery after being wet by the rain.

Watching Valerie walk towards the hovercraft whose doors opened automatically, Batman pressed a few buttons on the console and the glass windows closed again.

[Master Bruce! Thank God... you are still safe...] Alfred's nervous voice came from the communication, and it sounded a little hoarse.

"I'm fine, Alfred." Batman reassured the old butler first, "V will be connected to our communication in a while, you can agree to it."

[Okay, sir... no problem.] Alfred's tone quickly calmed down, and he tried to maintain the proper manners of a butler.

At this time, Valerie returned to the hovercraft and took out a circle of chains from her pocket, tied Anazi to the seat opposite Helena, and then climbed into the driver's seat.

"Right." After fastening her seat belt, Valerie seemed to remember something. She took out a syringe from her pocket and handed it to Helena behind her. "If this guy wakes up, give him an injection."

Although the dosage was diluted, the treatment drug should have cured Anazi of the radiation he was exposed to. However, he is still in a coma, and his spirit must have been severely damaged.

No matter how you look at it, this guy is still very dangerous. If you give him drugs directly, he might never wake up. It's better to wait until he wakes up and then give him an injection of anesthetic.

Helena took the syringe and looked at Valerie's pretty face with admiration through her beautiful eyes under the mask.

After she was pulled out of the Riddler's missile church, Valerie received a sudden communication asking her to rescue someone.

It was from that time that Helena learned that Valerie and Batman were friends.

So Miss V is the person that even Batman has to go to for help?

Valerie returned to the driver's seat and received a text message from Batman through the phone in her head, which briefly wrote a string of channels.

Valerie connected to the channel, and after a burst of encrypted busy tone, the communication became normal.

"Hello?" Valerie greeted in her hometown style.

"Welcome to this channel, Miss V." Alfred's voice sounded a little excited.

"Oh! Good evening, Ah Fu, have you eaten?"

"Thank you for your concern, Miss. My appetite has been pretty good recently. I ate a lot for dinner." Ah Fu knew that asking if someone has eaten is a common greeting among Chinese people.

"As expected, I've always thought it was a bit strange that rich people like you would eat such ordinary food."

"Compared to material enjoyment, people care more about a balanced diet and a healthy body."

"Huhu, I don't have to worry about this kind of thing..."

"It's time to get down to business." Seeing that the two of them were actually chatting about daily life in the channel, and seemed to be getting more and more excited, Batman decisively interrupted them.

"Okay, okay, you're always frowning. You'll shorten your life if you keep doing this." Valerie pouted. "I just sat on Riddler's rain-making missile for a while."

"Sitting on a missile? It moves very fast, you won't catch a cold, right?" Alfred worried humorously.

"That won't happen. The missile is a house, and the wind protection facilities are pretty good."

“…very imaginative.” This was the only comment Ah Fu could make.

"Have you found any clues?" Batman forced the topic back to the point before it could go off track again.

"He told me a riddle. I forgot the riddle, but the answer is meteorite," Valerie provided a clue.

"Meteorite? Is that the answer you guessed yourself?" Although it was impolite to say so, Batman didn't really trust Valerie's wisdom.

"He said so himself." Hearing Batman's distrust of her, Valerie puffed up her cheeks in dissatisfaction.

"The Riddler will reveal the answer himself..." Batman understood.

Based on the profile of Nygma that he had made while collecting Riddler trophies over the past two months, he would only boast about the answer when he was sure of victory and was certain that the person who answered the question would die.

Although Valerie is now safe and sound in the hovercraft, the situation at that time was probably very dangerous.

"And according to my speculation, the Riddler should still be in the city, and should not be far away from here. After all, he used a remote-controlled bomb." Valerie looked at the rain-washed city through the holographic window.

"You can make a bolder assumption." Batman stroked his chin, "The Riddler has also placed himself under the coverage of white metal."

"Would he be so stupid?"

Valerie thought of Batman's appearance just now. Although he was not drooling as she said, he looked more miserable than she had ever seen him.

"If he has a way to make himself unaffected by the white metal, then this is the safest fortress for him." Batman looked down at Gotham. The white mist spread like a wave along with the impact of the dirty bomb explosion. Presumably the radiation spread even farther.

"So, if we find the Riddler, we can save the city?" Valerie understood. "Then where do you think he is?"

Batman felt like he was being treated as an external brain tool, but he still thought carefully.

He had collected hundreds of Riddler's trophies in the past two months, and although he had yet to formally meet him, he felt that he had a relatively good understanding of this enemy.

He remembered the clue that Valerie had suddenly told him this afternoon, the moon.

And there is the clue we just got, the meteorite.

Both of these seem to be related to astronomy, but he has asked Director Gordon to lead people to search every observatory, but there are no clues.

What's more, there is no trace of an observatory within the area covered by the radiation.

"Master, if we're talking about meteorites, Gotham has been hit by something like this before." Alfred suddenly interrupted.

NO61. Meteorite

Thirty years ago, a meteorite fell into Gotham, and at that time even Bruce's father was not married.

The meteorite sank into Gotham West Road, cutting off the old city's ancient sewer system. This forced the Gotham government to replan the direction of the city's development.

Batman projected the entire Gotham sewer system into the Batwing's display in the form of a three-dimensional drawing, and found the location where the meteorite fell according to the location Alfu said.

It's an abandoned sewer near the Tower of Miracles. Not only is it too far from here, but Batman also remembered that it was blown down last night. According to the police channel, there was a signature left by Siva.

"Have you been there?" Batman asked after sending the map to Valerie via the Internet.

Ever since the attack on Wayne Tower, whenever he saw Siwa's name, he thought of Valerie.

"Hmm?" Valerie panicked when she saw the mark on the map. She remembered that was where she took Marlon away after slaughtering the Court of Owls. "This... This is an abandoned sewer..."

It seems that V has indeed been there, and Batman confirms that the "Siwa" is Valerie: "What were you doing there?"

Valerie hesitated for a long time, and finally decided to tell the truth: "My middleman was kidnapped by a group of rats. The rats hid in the sewer. I killed the rats and blew up their nest."

"Have you seen the Riddler there?"

"Not really. Meeting that guy is something that happened later."

It seems that it really has nothing to do with the Riddler, so there is no need for Valerie to lie here... She can't fool Batman even if she lies.

Batman's brows were furrowed beneath his mask, his thoughts in a mess.

Is the place where the meteorite fell really the Riddler's clue?

He suddenly remembered the Riddler trophy he had been searching for all this time.

Each trophy hides the privacy of Gotham citizens. Batman originally thought that these were just chips used by the Riddler to force him to participate in this boring collection game.

He still remembered what the Riddler had said when he had challenged him.

Find these trophies to find where he is.