The night that happened in Arkham Asylum passed like this, this night Gotham City did not notice the anomaly on Arkham Asylum, for the citizens of the city, in Gotham City, but on an artificial island Arkham Asylum, is a place that they will not want to remember, they will only put it in a corner of their memory, when something went wrong, when to remember.

For them, there was only one thing that happened yesterday night, the Joker came back, and then was captured by Batman and thrown back to Arkham Asylum. On the other side of Gotham, in the Wayne Manor, the owner of the Wayne Group and the Wayne family, Dick, who came back from catching clowns with his old father yesterday, also got up from bed, washed up briefly and then came to the underground Bat Cave.

He took out a bottle of Vita Lemon Tea from the refrigerator in the Bat Cave as a breakfast concoction, and brought one to Harley Quinn, who was brought back by him.

"Your breakfast," said faintly, and Dick sat down in front of his computer and began his search.

He hadn't forgotten the purpose of his visit to Gotham, because Batman had been attacked, he had to come over to take his place, and then he was attacked. It's just that in the original memory, he turned into the Accel drive given to him by Cowen, and transformed into Kamen Rider Accel [Police Rider] to fight with half of the alien W, the alien Cyclone.

But under the effect of Manhattan's use of Cowen as a node to modify real-world history, this memory was erased. Erased Dick's memories of his transformation into a fight with the alien Cyclone, only for Dick to remember that he was beating Damian, Jonathan Jr., Raven and Helena with his eyes open and closed by the alien Cyclone and several old rivals. If you really want to say what is the situation of the memories of everyone related to Kewen at this time.

A very simple method is that Manhattan will associate these people with Curvin, the memories they have with Curvin, and extend out, all the detailed processes of violence erased. Then a new memory was made up and stuffed into it, and even a fact was stated, this sense of incongruity could not be felt by the modified people at the first time, but some of their habits would not be changed by this false memory that was violently erased and stuffed into their own memory fragments.

Just like now, even Dick couldn't understand why he drank Vita lemon tea for breakfast, and besides, he didn't reject it at all. This strange phenomenon becomes strange to the eyes of another person who knows him well, for example, Harley Quinn, who is completely free at this time, and Dick takes Harley back to the Batcave without imprisoning her, because Batman gives him a signal that only he understands.

Let him understand that it was just a plan for Harley and the Joker to get together, and that Hallie was only by the Joker's side to find out what the Joker wanted to do during this time. Without the signal of Batman, Hallie's current treatment should be to be put in some prison, not in the Batcave, looking at the poison ivy girl who is still in a coma, caring for her, and similarly, she also noticed that Dick's dining habits are abnormal, as for why she can know, please, Dick Grayson, Nightwing.

Before he met Ke Wen and was affected by Ke Wen's life trajectory, he was also known as DC's No. 1 buttocks, Gotham Cannon King, completely DC Cannon King, a girlfriend and daughter who not only slept with female villains, but even male villains, even superheroes who did a line with themselves had the experience of almost being NTR. It's just that this complete body was pinched off by Kewen, so that Dick, the Gotham Gun King, evolved by mistake, but as soon as he returns to Gotham, there will be a little bit of a story.

"When did you like sandwiches with Vita lemon tea, little bird~" Hallie leaned on Dick's shoulder, teasing him with her hair.

Facing the old acquaintance with good looks and charm behind him, Dick resisted the urge to get up early in his heart, pushed it aside, and continued to search on the computer.

"Do you want to be curious about my sandwich with vita lemon tea, why don't you answer me first, you are with the clown during this time, do you have any information that you can provide us."

For Hallie's question, it also made Dick's heart even more puzzled, yes, when did he develop this habit of breakfast with vita lemon tea? This question began to ferment in his heart, but at this time, he still knew what was most important and knew what was most important. He had to find out the guy who had beaten him so hard that he was able to contact so many criminals in Gotham, and it was definitely not as simple as just for money.

"You're ruthless, bird, just like Mr. Clown." Harley, who pretended to be pushed and fell by Dick, fell to the ground, complaining about Dick in a complaining tone, but she also understood how far the joke needed to go, and answered Dick's inquiry. "You can ask this kind of question that makes me sad, from the time Mr. Joker came out to the time he was caught by Batman, he talked every day that there was only Batboy and no one else."

"You've been around him for so many days, and that's all he's talking about?"

"Otherwise, you should know better than I do about the relationship between your father and Mr. Clown, they only have each other in their eyes!"

With an angry tone, Harley was there to complain to Dick. It's just that Dick, who was working at this time, also had a bit of his old father's sneering joke level, and responded without looking back.

"Thank you, I'm offended, but my father doesn't have him alone, in order, he should have Superman, Alfred, Catwoman, Wonder Woman, Talia, Helena, me, Jason, Tim, Damian..." Dick gave a list of names there, and finally concluded: "In general, your Mr. Clown is only put in the first priority when my father is in Gotham, and he comes out to make trouble, so can you give me some more practical information?" ”

A series of name answers, coupled with this rhetorical question, made Harley directly stupid, quite angry that the clown was not worthy. Just sit there cross-legged, with your hands on your chest, your mouth puffing out. But Dick's rhetorical question also reminded Harley of some information that she had ignored before.

"If you say that, I'm a little impressed."

"What?"

"Remember when Mr. Joker cut off his entire face and sewed it on the Riddler's face, confusing Superman and Batman and almost making a big deal?"

"I remember that at that time, Superman's son and Damian, Helena was swept into the turbulence of time and space, and in another parallel universe, she was sent back by the warm-hearted."

Dick frowned slightly as he spoke of a modified memory, for he always felt that the story was not like this, but the only thing that came to his mind was such a story.

"Yes, Mr. Clown's face didn't get better after it was cut off, but when he came out, his face grew. I asked him once, and he only said one name, a very general name. ”

"No matter how general it is, it's intelligence, what's the name."

"The world's number one doctor."

"The world's number one doctor?"

Dick chewed on the information he had received from Harley over and over again, and began to search for it on the Brother's Eye computer in the Batcave, which was too many clues for him to find. Because the damage to the Joker's face was so obvious, he didn't think to recycle it when he tore off his face and stuck it on the Riddler's face, and there weren't many doctors like this who replanted the Joker's face with all the facial muscles, or put on another face of the same style.

Not to mention this kind of partial surgery, the scope of the neurology doctor has narrowed down a lot, there are names and surnames, plus what they know and what they know and what they know by the brother's eye computer, in Gotham City, there are two. One is his old rival, Professor Pig Noodles, a criminal with a split personality and obsessed with human experiments, from human organs to appearance, which he can use for experiments.

Before Batman debuted, he had already made several big cases in Gotham, and was finally arrested by Director Gordon. Later, after the criminal syndicate invaded Earth, the night owl attacked the Gotham Arkham asylum, and is still missing, the other, he also knows, Thomas Elliott, the friend his father has known since childhood.

He is also the only ordinary person who does not know that Bruce Wayne is Batman, and has just helped Batman undergo brain trauma surgery, allowing him to regain consciousness a week after the injury. Judging from the information revealed by Hallie so far, this is also the only two people in Gotham who can do facial revision surgery for Joker's trauma, just because of preconceived notions, as well as Thomas Elliott's behavior exposed to the media over the years, or from the facts that Batman knows.

This Thomas Elliott is a good guy with a sense of justice, and if there really is such a thing as facial revision surgery on the clown, there is no reason why Elliott should not say it. Because he also knows the story of the world's number one surgeon, like his father, his parents died early, but the difference with his father is that his father has not come out of the shadow after the death of his parents.

He maintained a positive attitude, spent his youth, youth, and achieved fame, and kept himself clean. If you simply compare Bruce Wayne and Thomas Elliott, then Bruce Wayne is clearly an underweight version of the other party. Elliott, who grew up alone, has nothing to do with the threat that the clown will use.

It was precisely because of this kind of information that Dick could not connect the figure who often appeared in medical authoritative magazines like The Lancet with the suspect who had the Joker's face repaired, but he could only put him in second place, after all, he was the only one in Gotham who could do this. After deciding on the order of investigation, Dick also got up and glanced at Harley, who was taking care of the poison ivy girl, and could only keep the thought of going to investigate in the bottom of his heart.

Turning his head, he looked at the Vita Lemon Tea on the plate that was empty by himself, and began to think about when he liked to drink Vita Lemon Tea. Why, in my own memory, there is no memory of the relevant aspects, as if there is a person who infects this habit to himself, and he forgets it. Looking at the Vita Lemon Tea carton in his hand, for some reason, Dick felt a sad emotion wandering in his heart, but he couldn't vent it.

On the other side, Uptown Gotham, Elliott Private Hospital, the one who tried to become another Bruce Wayne, to replace his existence, and hid his mask for more than thirty years. Dr. Thomas Elliott, a friend of Bruce Wayne who grew up, sat in his office, and today no one worked on his office floor but himself.

Sitting at his desk, pouring himself a glass of red wine, watching the wine shake in the glass, Thomas also held it up and looked at the sunlight projected outside the window, reflecting a different light in the wine glass.

"I suppose you're having a great time in Arkham Asylum right now. Although that guy is very crazy, I have to admire him, in order to deal with you, his personality can still be split, wise, crazy, powerful, equivalent to you fighting three people alone, by the way, and those first test subjects, Bruce, you have to work harder, so that I can harvest more data, in order to create a more perfect virus, can..."

Before he could finish speaking, a violent noise behind Elliot interrupted Elliot's thoughts. When he turned around, he saw that the screen used to keep out the blood foam had fallen, and in front of Elliott, on an operating table, a man wrapped in bandages was constantly struggling there, and it was also his struggle just now, knocking the screen off, interrupting Elliott's self-talk.

Elliott was not angry when he was interrupted, but just stood up, put on his rubber gloves, and walked up to him, pressing the struggling patient to the operating table with one hand, immobilizing him. With a pull, the medical equipment that had been prepared was lit up, and the overhead surgical lamp shone on, so that the patient who only had his eyes exposed could not open his eyes.

The green demon wind that surrounded him also carried life, helping Elliott to complete the work of controlling the patient, so that Elliott could free his hands to take out the anesthetic needle that had been prepared, and squeeze a little splash of water in the air from the needle, and then look at the patient who was looking at him with horror.

"I'm sorry, I forgot you were here, but don't worry, the pain is instantaneous. Soon, you will be rejuvenated and you will enjoy the honor, just before that, you need to sleep for a while~"

As he spoke, he injected the anesthetic needle into the patient's body, and the mysterious patient, who was still struggling with his life, became smaller and smaller, and finally stopped. There was no movement, and Elliott hummed an unknown tune after the mysterious patient stopped struggling, and began to use the scalpel of the day, first dismantling the bandage, and then performing the operation. Behind him, an indoor pool filled with green potions sits there, blistering from time to time.

On the other side, the Nandarbat Snow Mountain, the base camp of the Assassin Alliance, Kewen, who ran away from the war fortress of Savage, also came to this ancient castle built on the snowy mountain. The headquarters of the Assassin Alliance, which was established by the ninja master, an old monster who has lived for thousands of years, welcomed Ke Wen, an uninvited guest.

Since the ninja master recruited Batman, the father of the plane, to learn various combat skills here, the Assassin Alliance, which was originally mysterious in history, has also frequently come out to pick up customers in just over 20 years. Whether it's Batman's trumpet Green Arrow, or Flash, Superman, or a second-tier villain anyway, he can make a card here in the League of Assassins, and turn an assassin organization into a well-known tourist attraction.

Just like now, Ke Wen also came here with a sightseeing mentality, and the mobile phone in his hand kept taking pictures. Use the magic you can still use to easily bypass the guards and enter the Assassin League. At this time, the Assassin League was conducting assassination training that would be done every day, and a group of masked elite killers were fighting in real person-to-heart, and Ke Wen, who had infiltrated it, also saw a person he hadn't thought of at the headquarters of the Assassin Alliance.

Among the elite killers in the square who are trained in real martial arts, there are children with a boy and a woman who are particularly eye-catching, and the models of boys and girls are very similar, the girls are Asian and European and American mixed race faces, and the boys are pure European and American faces. And in the boys and girls is his old acquaintance, the death knell Slade Wilson, the middle-aged handsome man who has been his teacher for a year in his novice stage and has beaten himself for a year, also took off his mask at this time, looking at the pair of children who are training in martial arts, and there is a smile on his unsmiling face.

And Kewen finally understood why the girl is mixed-race, and the boy is still so similar to European and American faces, because their father is the death knell, and the two faces can find some similarity in the death knell.

"No, Knell, you old slut, you have scored twice, and you fought with Green Arrow for the third spring, and I also killed one eye because of this, awesome, brother."

Ke Wen, who was hidden in the shadows, looked at this death knell who had been both his enemy and his teacher, and he didn't know what to say for a while. is just like Batman, a son and daughter pop out of somewhere to confess their relatives without saying a word, mainly because there is no estrangement drama that is common in large-scale bitter dramas.

Because of the death knell, the magic that Ke Wen used to confuse other people's cognition hidden in the shadows also fluctuated at this moment. Just this slightest fluctuation made Deathstroke, the world's No. 1 mercenary, sense that something was wrong, and his eyes changed slightly, and during this time, Ruth Wilson and Joseph Wilson, who were trained by their father himself, also caught the signal of Death Knell for the first time.

The two brothers and sisters, who were still training in martial arts, changed their moves in the next second, and an invisible psychic shock was released from Knell's son, Joseph Wilson, and shrouded in the direction where Kewen was. directly knocked Kewen out of the hidden state, and at the same time, his daughter Ruth Wilson also held the katana in her hand, which was covered with a layer of energy, and slashed towards Kewen in the air.

In the face of the coordinated attack of the brother and sister, Ke Wen only made a few response moves, and these response moves were also learned by him from Death Knell. After easily blocking the attack of the Death Knell's daughter, Ke Wen also landed easily, and Death Knell, who noticed the change in Ke Wen's attack moves, also let out a soft cry, allowing his child to stop attacking Ke Wen.

"Who are you and why do you know my moves."

Protecting his two children behind him, Deathstroke also drew his big sword and pointed at Ke Wen, who was still wrapped in magic, and asked.

"Why did I know your move? Because, this is what you taught me, Death Knell~"

Ke Wen also answered the question of the death knell, and at the same time, the magic on his body also dispersed, revealing his true face. Looking at Kewen's seemingly unfamiliar, but unusually familiar face, as well as Kewen's W double drive that has been pinned to his waist, and the death knell that has also been affected, a memory that has been rewritten also appears in his mind.

"Are you, W?"