Rachel Dawes, assistant Gotham City District Attorney and Bruce Wayne's childhood friend, her mother, like Alfred, was a servant in the service of the Wayne family.

Since she was a child, she has had a female obsession with justice, especially after the unexpected death of Mr. and Mrs. Wayne, who were kind to her, Rachel became jealous and hateful, which is one of the reasons why she finally chose this career.

After Bruce left the city, Rachel lost one of the most important things in her life for the first year, yes, they were childhood sweethearts, and they had a lot of affection for each other, but in the years that followed, Rachel adapted to this kind of life alone, and eventually, she and her boss made some new progress.

But at this critical moment, Bruce returns to Gotham, which surprises Rachel and is a little confused.

She once wanted to renew her relationship with Bruce, but unfortunately Bruce Wayne, who returned to Gotham, has become a playboy who is immersed in flowers and drinks all day, and she has seen Wayne go out to drinking parties with different beauties more than once, and the teenager who used to only focus on her seems to be dead.

At the end of an unexpected meeting at the Old Gun Bar, Bruce said to her, "None of this is who I really am, and I'm not so superficial on the inside." ”

But her response was, "It's not what you are inside of a person that matters, it's what you do." ”

From that day on, Rachel didn't cross paths with Bruce again, and she felt that he had disappointed her.

But Rachel didn't know that Bruce in the dark was a different kind of person, as he said, he was not superficial inside, and she also didn't know that that the superficial disguise was just for the children of Gotham to protect the people around him, or more accurately, to protect her.

"Why did he become like this!"

Standing on the third floor of Arkham Asylum, outside Falcony's cell, Rachel looked through the thick glass at the old man who had gone completely insane and was tied to the bed with a belt, and it was hard to imagine that this disheveled, emaciated and crazy old man in front of her was a gangster in Gotham a few days ago.

Now Falconi, back and forth, will only say one word, "scarecrow".

The look on Rachel's face was ugly, she was ready to sue Falconi, thanks to the help of the man who called himself Batman, she had enough evidence at hand, and once the trial began, Rachel was almost 100% sure that she could send Falconi to prison, but now, it was all in vain.

"As I recall, the Falconi family has no history of mental illness!"

Rachel turned to look at the person standing next to him and asked very unceremoniously, "Can you give me an explanation? Why did he become like this less than a minute after he met with you?"

Standing beside Rachel was Dr. Klein, who was dressed in a gray suit and had neatly groomed hair, as the administrator of Arkham Asylum, he accompanied the unbelieving Rachel to check on Falconi's situation, facing Rachel's question with an angry face, a trace of impatience flashed in Klein's eyes, he reached out and took off his gold-rimmed glasses, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and said casually while wiping the lenses,

"Actually, a lot of people have potential mental illness, and if they don't get sick, it just means that they are lucky, it doesn't mean that they are healthy, unfortunately, Ms. Rachel, Mr. Falconi is one of those hidden dangers, you should be glad that you weren't there when he got sick, otherwise he would definitely hurt you. ”

Klein looked at Rachel's bumpy figure with malice, and shook his head,

"Well, Miss Rachel, I'm busy, I don't have time here to argue with you about these obvious things, I'm an expert in this area, and if you want to question me, please show evidence, if nothing else, I'll go and get busy first, you can do it yourself." ”

With that, Klein put his glasses on his eyes, beckoned to Rachel, and walked over to the old elevator.

"I've applied for a forensic check, Mr. Klein, the forensic doctor from Star City will be in Gotham tomorrow morning, like you said, since you're an expert in this area. ”

Rachel stood there with her shoulders crossed, sneering at Klein's back, "So if I want to question you, I'll have to find another expert, and when Mr. Hofer makes his judgment, I think the truth will be revealed." ”

Klein's footsteps finally stopped at this moment, and where Rachel couldn't see, a touch of murderous intent flashed in Klein's eyes that were as moist as sympathizers, and his expression was hideous, but when he turned around, he returned to that false smile.

"Okay, Miss Rachel, you're a real headache. ”

Klein rubbed his forehead and made a "please" gesture to her,

"Then please come with me, actually, I do have some material here about Falconi going crazy that might be helpful to your investigation. ”

Klein's expression was sincere, and Rachel looked at him suspiciously, until a dozen seconds later, the young assistant prosecutor breathed a sigh of relief, reached out and stroked his chestnut hair, and there was a smile called victory in his eyes.

"Wouldn't it be better to cooperate sooner, Mr. Klein, as long as Falconi is sent to prison, there will be no more crossings between us. ”

Rachel said indifferently to the doctor in front of her, "Then lead the way, Dr. Klein, I hope this cooperation will make my impression of you a little different." ”

"Of course!"

Klein smiled and moved his fingers, "I think we're going to be friends, I'm absolutely convinced of that, okay, come with me, Miss Rachel, my office is underground, you know, this madhouse is very unreasonably designed, it's too noisy up there." ”

Klein's words are not groundless, Arkham Asylum was established very early, it was a comprehensive hospital more than ten years ago, yes, at the beginning of the Great Depression, in that particular era, designers did not think much about the comfort of this hospital for the poor, in fact, the original intention of this hospital was only to give the homeless poor a chance to support themselves.

But then with the unexpected death of the Waynes, the proponents of the plan, the newly built hospital was also shrouded in misfortune, and eventually became unattended with the continued decline of Narrow Island until Klein's arrival.

He was an excellent manager and operator, and under his command, the old Arkham asylum was the first to be a pure gain, and although there were complaints from the Narrow Island to the government that there were often horrible wails from the asylum, no one would really come and investigate.

Rachel walked into the elevator that exuded a strange smell, and she vaguely remembered that the style of this elevator was still the design she had seen in Wayne Manor when she was a child, and it had long been abandoned, and she still needed to use a key to unlock the lock before pressing the button.

And that same quaint key was held by Klein.

As the elevator doors slowly closed, Rachel suddenly felt the urge to get out of the cage-like elevator, and she suddenly realized that she knew nothing about Klein except disgust, and that it was not a reassuring thing for a weak girl like her to go to his office with such a villain.

Rachel took a step back slightly, leaning against the metal elevator, her hands reaching into her pockets, the left pocket containing the electric shocker she had carried, and the right pocket was a sheathed dagger, a "gift" from Cyber.

Rachel didn't like the overly violent self-defense weapon, but now, when her fingers touched the surface of the dagger, an indescribable sense of security returned to her body, and she brought back something called courage.

"Ding"

The elevator opened on the first basement floor, and Klein walked out without saying a word, Rachel following behind him into the paint that had begun to peel off the wall, and hell, the place looked exactly like the scene from those third-rate horror movies.

Rachel began to regret it, but out of righteous insistence, she still kept up with Klein, the guy who had always liked to taunt people, and now without saying a word, he walked quickly with the key to the elevator in his hand, and at the front of this terrible hallway illuminated only by overhead lights was a closed blue door.

"Right there, I put all the stuff there. ”

Klein glanced back at Rachel and said with some surprise, "Miss Rachel, you look a little bad, do you need a break?"

Rachel shook her head, a strange smell coming into her nostrils, gritted her teeth, and reached for the stunner and dagger to hide in her sleeve.

"Bang"

Klein's hands propped up on the blue door, pushing outward, a dark room appeared in front of Rachel, she cautiously walked into it, only to see not a house full of materials, but a corridor-type second floor, below, some busy workers in white jumpsuits, they wore tight masks and protective measures, that kind of terrifying attire, easily reminiscent of something related to the virus.

As Rachel walked into the room and stood at the railing, Klein snapped his fingers, and the person working below looked up and saw the prosecutor beauty who had broken into this dark kingdom.

Rachel noticed that several of the brawny men were still holding weapons, which were cold firearms, while others in white hazmat suits diluted the green liquid that the workers had concocted, and poured it down the gaps in the two water pipes into the water pipes that connected to Narrow Island and the whole of Gotham.

No matter what they're doing, it doesn't feel like a normal mental hospital.

"Smack"

Klein snapped his fingers again, attracting Rachel's gaze to him, at this time, Klein, no longer had that intellectual temperament, he looked arrogant and evil, he held a scarecrow cloth bag woven with rag bags and black thread in his left hand, he looked at Rachel, the eyes under the glasses, shining with naked malice and mockery.

"Welcome to my turf, Rachel Dawes, this is the truth you've been looking for about Arkham and Falcony. ”

Klein put that terrifying mask on his head, his voice becoming strange and hoarse under the effect of the voice changer.

"In the outside world, power is strong, and here, consciousness is more important, welcome to... My kingdom of fear!"

Klein was like a hunter struggling in a trap watching his weak prey fall into a trap, he stretched out his left hand, and on that wrist was a black watch, and he tapped the watch with his fingers,

"Give you 30 seconds, run, little girl! this is your last chance to escape!"

Rachel's breath became rapid, and at the same time as Klein said this, she turned and threw herself out the door, Klein was not in a hurry, he laughed and strolled out of the room, the keys scurrying back and forth on his fingers.

In a hurry, Rachel threw herself into the elevator, frantically pressed the button on the first floor, then took out her mobile phone, edited a text message, and sent it to her few friends, at the same time that the send button was pressed, the elevator door in front of her opened, and what greeted her was a terrifying scarecrow's face and green gas spewing from Klein's cuffs.

"Oh, big package! surprise or not?"

"Rachel... You sent yourself to hell, I think, Bruce Wayne will love the "gift" we will give him next, he thought that the Shadow Warrior Alliance would spare him and his city, but for his betrayal, we never forget! Start with Bruce Wayne's favorite woman!hahaha... Ah!!h

Before Klein's wild laughter was over, Rachel, who had inhaled the fear gas, felt the scene around her begin to distort, and she subconsciously stabbed both things out of her hands.

The huge amount of electricity that burst out of the electric shock device in an instant caused Klein's body to stay in place, and the dagger in the other hand stabbed into Klein's arm.

But that's the end of it, as the forward of the Shadow Warrior Alliance, Klein is also highly trained, and the pain is not enough to crush him, Rachel trembles and struggles, but with the bloody breath coming to her nose, her beautiful hair is grabbed by Klein, pulls her down, drags her to the ground, and walks towards the factory where the poison gas is processed.

Blood was dripping to the ground, and in the corner of the elevator, on the phone with a shattered screen, an icon was shining.

"Sent" completed.