Arkham Asylum, the last place Gotham wants to set foot in.

From the very beginning of its existence, it had a cursed madness, such as the fact that the architect of the hospital inexplicably hacked his workers to death during its construction.

In another example, the founder of the hospital electrocuted his first patient, Martin, who was also a former enemy of the "mad dog", to death.

Although this was later determined to be a medical malpractice, the doctor who established the Arkham Asylum became insane.

If you render these deeds that have been circulated outside, and add words such as "rainy night", "crazy" and "cursed" after artistic processing, it can indeed become a terrifying thriller story.

As a hospital for the treatment of mental illness, Arkham Asylum has maintained its impressive track record of never curing people, but has gradually become a concentration of madmen.

This can't help but make people want to put such a slogan on the gate of Arkham Asylum -

We don't treat patients, we only produce madmen.

…………

In the night sky, a dark shadow suddenly flashed.

The huge cloak spread its wings, and Batman swung in the air as if he had no weight, following the metal hooks that flew out.

Under the heavy clouds, the image is of a large bat flying from the towering wall to the main building far away.

In a few breaths, Batman climbed through the roof and entered the room.

Recalling the map of the building that he had memorized in his mind, he quietly went from the top floor to the first basement floor.

At night, the Arkham Asylum maintains a palpitating absolute silence.

Batman, crouching on the beams of the house, poked his head out and saw a picture of the heat in full swing.

In the hallway stood heavily armed gunmen, while below were workers in red jumpsuits.

Judging by the numbers on the latter's clothes, they turned out to be patients of the Arkham Asylum.

The patients, whose eyes were numb and hollow, were busy preparing potions and the like, and a few strong men poured the diluted liquid into the ruptured pipes.

Batman's brow furrowed, and he noticed the man standing in the hallway, like a conductor.

Dr. Jonathan Klein.

Batman recognized each other.

He was the administrator of the Arkham Asylum and an excellent psychiatric researcher.

From the looks of it alone, Dr. Klein looks Sven, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, neatly dressed and well-dressed, like an elite man in high society.

However, if you look closely at his expression, you will find that the smile on his face is hypocritical and cold, which is completely contrary to the gentle and elegant intellectual temperament.

"It looks like Leo said that Arkham Asylum is poisoning Gotham's water supply......"

Batman made a judgment in his heart, and his eyes became sharp.

Syllable!

The projected lights went out suddenly.

"What's going on?"

Dr. Jonathan Klein, who was standing in the hallway, seemed puzzled.

Arkham Asylum has a standby system with a separate power supply, allowing it to remain operational for a period of time even in the event of a city-wide power outage.

Immediately after, there was an eerie sound on the roof.

Like some kind of huge creature, the whistling sound of air currents from low-altitude flight.

"Batman!"

Jonathan Klein was the first to call out the name.

When these strange situations happened, his mind immediately popped up with the masked vigilantes often mentioned on the TV news!

The legendary bat monster who can fly through the sky and the earth and is infinitely powerful has recently become a Gotham man of the year.

Almost everyone living in Gotham talks about Batman's deeds and guesses his true identity.

"That's just a guy hiding in the dark, not daring to come out! He's not scary at all! ”

Instead of being frightened, Dr. Klein put on a scarecrow mask.

"I'll show Batman what real fear is!"

The evil and wild laughter made the gunmen with their weapons shudder.

During their time in Arkham Asylum, they had seen Dr. Crane's methods.

No one wants to experience the wonderful taste of fear gas, a deadly weapon enough to scare anyone who thinks they are strong-willed to death.

Dense footsteps could be heard in all directions, like countless people running on the roof.

The gunmen were terrified, and even with weapons in their hands, they did not feel safe.

The voices in the darkness grew more and more urgent, as if there was not just one Batman, but many hidden enemies.

The next moment!

Shadows fall from the sky!

With the help of the grappling gun's grappling rope, Batman slipped silently down.

He appeared behind a gunman, twisted his right hand holding the gun, and pulled the trigger on his companion who noticed it next to him!

The bullet pierced the opponent's knee with a bean-like sound, and at the same time attracted all the gunners.

Batman snapped the gunman's right arm with his backhand, and the hook gun flew out, sending a shooter into the darkness.

This series of actions was too fast, and when the minions who obeyed the scarecrow Klein came back to their senses, Batman had disappeared again.

The companion who had been dragged into the darkness let out a few terrible screams at first, and then there was no more silence.

The atmosphere of fear spread like a tidal wave.

"Catch him! Batman is just a man, he's not a monster! ”

Wearing a scarecrow mask, Crane roared at the gunmen in the hallway.

"No, I'm not alone."

The hoarse voice was like a devil's whisper, and it suddenly came out of the darkness.

A huge black shadow flew by, and a dense burst of gunfire rang out, biting dead behind the cloak that curled like wings.

"Get someone to fix the power system!"

Klein the Scarecrow looked at the elusive Batman, his orders drowned out by the cacophony of the underground factory.

The inaccurate sound of gunfire rang out quickly and frantically, and every slight movement could frighten the gunmen to pull the trigger frantically.

These rabble, who have gradually lost their fighting spirit and courage, will soon fall under the prey of Batman completely.

The darkness of the environment, coupled with the unpredictable and eerie black shadows, and the disappearance of his companions and the wails that followed.

It is enough to break their will and amplify the fear in their hearts.

"A bunch of trash."

Klein the Scarecrow took a few steps back and opened the door at hand.

Relying on this group of stupid people who are about to be scared silly is obviously unrealistic.

Leave them here to play games with Batman, and go first.

Klein the Scarecrow exits the underground factory and locks the door to prevent the gunmen inside.

"What now? Hahaha, it's better to let the police deal with Batman, the Gotham Police Department has already issued a wanted warrant. ”

The manager of the Arkham Asylum muttered to himself, straightened his suit, and Shi Shiran walked into the elevator.

Crane's study of the deep fears of the human heart led him to develop the "Fear Gas" that was enough to destroy the human spiritual will, and also won the favor and appreciation of the ninja masters.

So this psychiatrist, who uses the "scarecrow" as a symbol and takes pleasure in spreading fear, has become a key figure in the destruction of Gotham by the Shadow Warriors Alliance.

The plan of the former ninja master Lars El Gul was to poison the city's water supply system, and then use the Wayne Group's microwave transmitter to vaporize the water vapor.

The inhabitants of Gotham were forced to suck the air with the fear toxin into their bodies and plunge into the most terrible nightmares.

If the Shadow Warrior Alliance succeeds, it may be an ingenious terrorist attack, and it will also become another glorious deed on their lips.

The elevator rises slowly and stops on the first floor.

Crane took off his scarecrow mask and put on a false smile as usual, preparing to be the first to leave Arkham Asylum.

The plan to poison Gotham has been discovered by Batman, and the next step is to notify the Shadow Warriors Alliance and get them to speed things up.

The elevator door opened, and Klein's vision was met by a man wearing an integrated pig-nosed gas mask.

The other party stood outside the elevator door, and his voice was blocked by a gas mask, looking a little dull.

"Good evening, Dr. Klein."