Arkham Asylum.

On a rainy night, lightning howled, weaving a thunderous net over the roof of the asylum.

The sound of crackling thunder is endless.

"Zizi Zi ......"

In the dimly lit control center, only the glow of the monitor screen barely made it possible to see the room.

The security guard with a cigarette butt in his mouth was lying on the table in front of the monitor, red blood spilling under his head, gathering too much and then flowing to the table, dripping down.

But the blood did not fall to the ground, and a man lay on the ground and caught it all with his back.

There was not just one person lying on the ground, there were many, seven horizontal and eight vertical.

The control center was attacked, and there was only one corpse on the ground.

The walkie-talkie on the "Zizizi" table is receiving a signal.

“…… Please reply, this is the Gotham Police Department Encrypted Channel"

"Is anyone there? Zizi ...... We lost contact with Region 4, Region 5, Region 8 ......"

The conversation is noisy.

"Arkham Control Center, this is Sector 7, we have lost communication with the encrypted channel, some of our surveillance cameras here are malfunctioning, can we receive it?"

A pale hand reached out and picked up the walkie-talkie: "Ahem, Roger, Sector 7, this is the control center, we got feedback in the maintenance system, maybe it was another rat that chewed the cable." The system is restarting, trust our technology, it will be back online in a few minutes, hehehahahaha. ”

The voice in the walkie-talkie was stunned for a moment, and then roared: "Who are you?" Damn it! The control center has also been reduced to ...... Zizizi"

The sound was completely drowned out in the sound of "zizizi".

Throwing away the walkie-talkie, the figure stepped in front of the monitor, and the fluorescence blurred his appearance.

Crazy face, pitch black figure.

Laughing Bat, he's coming!

He took control of Arkham, and the rioted areas could not escape his eyes.

The screen is showing the scarecrow, the two-faced man, a group of crazy people trying to go home, but almost no one can stop them.

"But you have to be clear, this place has always been my private garden."

The laughing bats laughed, laughed at the scarecrows, the madmen they liberated here, and watched them release these guys one by one, from one or two at the beginning, to four or five, and then to a dozen, dozens of them......

"It took a lot of effort for me to get them in." The Laughing Bat kicked the corpse off the chair and sat on it himself.

"I have to say, sometimes you wake up sick and find that everything is better!"

The Laughing Bat smiled as he watched the madmen flee and break through layer after layer of defense.

"But this city, you wonder from time to time that it will ever wake up, and Gotham is only in turmoil, hunger, pestilence, fire, floods when described by the Bible...... Death and destruction, crime and punishment, and all sorts of demons. ”

"This city knows how to kill, just like a hot summer that tortures everyone, it can make people sick like heat stroke, this sickness will torture the mind and body, and everyone around it...... And all the time.

Until then, I always believed that the city was worth saving, and every time I had to repeat the lie, the city would tell me that it was wrong. ”

The Laughing Bat picked up a scythe, a pistol......

He's ready to clean up the city that won't wake up.

Start in the city, the dirtiest place!

……

……

On a dark and rainy night, Electro seemed to have made up his mind to stay on the roof of Arkham Asylum.

On the contrary, it was pitch black over Gotham.

Gotham Police Department.

Uniformed police officers stood on the roof of the building, watching the world of lightning and thunder in the distance.

"Arkham Asylum, lost contact"

"We've got to do something, even if it's ......" was a woman present, who was not a police officer, but she stood here and everyone tacitly agreed.

Even if the latter words are not said, everyone present knows it.

…… Even if the bat lamp parked on the roof of the building has been smashed by the batman who was laughing wildly.

"Barbara ......" a plainclothes police detective drenched in the rain turned around and looked at the woman, the rain hazy his eyes, ticking and ticking、、、

"Detective Conley, the city isn't going to be left in the dark like this." Barbara's expression was firm.

Detective Conley struggled: "However, the Dark Knight has ......"

"Zizi..."

"Arkham is missing?" Detective Conley's face changed suddenly, and he immediately said, "Now, go to Arkham immediately, there can't be a problem at this critical juncture...... Barbara, alas...... You go back first. ”

The police car whizzed out and headed straight for the madhouse under the thunderbolt of Flashpoint.

At the entrance of the police station, Barbara was drenched in the rain and lost her soul.

The death of his father, and the "dark knight" who died with him, has planted a terminal illness in the city.

Barbara walked down the road, her red hair completely stuck to her face.

She was aimless.

The people walking on the road didn't know what had happened, that they had lost the Dark Knight's protection, and that they were still enjoying the city's nightlife with umbrellas.

No matter how dangerous the city is, it will always be saved, won't it?

"He's ......" Barbara suddenly noticed a figure in front of her, a little familiar.

The other party was standing in front of the bar, stamping his feet, and he looked a bit like ...... Supervillains.

The city's most famous Cobott family is the owner of the bar, and perhaps the Penguins, it's even better.

Barbara doesn't have much memory of the Asian, except that he was Batman's "companion", though she hasn't seen him since Christmas Eve.

And since then, she has also discovered that it seems that he is not Batman's "companion", but the Joker's "companion".

Unexpectedly, after many years, he appeared again.

Bang! The door of the bar slammed shut, shaking the Asian man in the face of the rain.

"You're going to regret it!" The shrill voice is like that of an angry resentful woman.

"How's my pretend?" He saw Barbara walking by, blinked and asked.

"...... pretend?" Barbara was stunned, but she was now sure that the person in front of her was the person she remembered.

That Christmas present, still in her home.

"Hey, can you do me a favor?" The other man beckoned to Barbara: "You wait here later, Oswald will definitely come, you just have to tell him when the time comes...... Well, tell him that I buried a nuclear bomb under Gotham, and he will definitely agree to cooperate. ”

"What did you say?" Barbara was nervous, her face was cold, and she was about to pounce.

Nuclear bombs, blow up the city?

"If we want to play, we need some leverage, right?" After speaking, the other party swaggered away, and the figure walked into the rainy night.