Somewhere unknown. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Dark shadows sat around a round table, and the blue fluorescence at the bottom of the table was the only light source in the room, not illuminating anything, but rather creating an inexplicable and mysterious atmosphere.

"From the internal intelligence of Aegis, they have already suspected Wayne Enterprises." A dark shadow spoke, "They'll send someone to investigate, the rumors on Gotham's side may be a little tight, and our plans here may be affected." ”

"They don't have evidence, they just send people to tempt." Another said, "It shouldn't be exposed, and even if it's exposed, we have someone to clean it up." ”

"What about the Dark Knight of Gotham?" Someone else spoke, "Our men have already fought with him before he even knew it." This guy is quite sharp, and it is impossible to hide any small movements from him. ”

"Rest assured, this part has also found an expert."

With that, a burly man stepped out of the shadows. He was the size of two people, with a mask on his face, and he unleashed a majestic and inviolable aura as he stood there.

"Bane, our new ally." The man from earlier introduced, "Gotham is the most experienced figure in defeating the Dark Knight at one point. ”

"Bane? I've read his file, and according to the records, he's been defeated a little more often, right? ”

Bane took a step forward, and a hostile aura was released, and the atmosphere instantly became tense.

"Calm down." Another man came out of the darkness, dressed in a black suit, wearing sunglasses, and a goatee, "Don't worry, I'll help him this time." ”

"Oh? Who are you? ”

The man in sunglasses showed a strange and confident smile.

"Me? A native of Gotham. He laughed, "You can call me Marlon." ”

Gotham.

This is a virtual city in the DC Universe, and it may be the darkest city in the United States. It gives people the illusion of eternal night, even during the day as if it is forever haunted by a lingering haze, there are many ancient legends that mention that this is a cursed city, the eternal curse has made it destined to be accompanied by night since its completion, and the Gothic buildings are like beasts with teeth and claws under the night, showing their white fangs to every resident who lives here.

It has been said that people who can endure living in this city for decades are crazy, and it takes a lot of courage to live here. This dark city is like a huge prison, and the hard life seems to drive everyone crazy.

In fact, I don't know if it has anything to do with the strange and terrifying environment here, but it is indeed a place for madmen.

Arkham Asylum is the deepest concentration of evil in this dark city, like a hotbed of germs. Most of the city's deadliest lunatics and even supercriminals are kept here, and although it bears the name "madhouse", both the jailers and the inmates regard it as a true super prison. If you ask the citizens of Gotham which place in the world they don't want to go to, the answer lies only between Arkham and Hell.

Today, it seems to be uncharacteristically noisy again.

Riot police were heavily armed at the door of the safe area of the Arkham Asylum, billowing black smoke rushing into the night sky from the huge asylum, and the building faintly glittered with dazzling fire. The iron gate of composite gold withstood one heavy impact after another, and gradually deformed, as if someone was striking on the other end with a ramming hammer in turn.

"What I just said was 'We've retreated from the West Wing!' The head of the police team in front of the door shouted over the radio, "I turned on the fire alarm bells throughout the building, but I didn't hear back from anyone in the prison!" I repeat - our blockade of the highest security zone has failed! ”

On the other side, there were people on the other side who tried their best to drown out the continuous explosions behind the iron gate and the screams of the prisoners: "Command, there are sixty-five people in danger on our side!" I need support, now! Believe me, it's not a drill, and it's not a 'situation'. It's ...... here."

A deafening blast drowned out his shouts, the metal door panels were finally thrown out overwhelmed, and the flames rushed out like beasts that had finally broken free. Extremely dangerous psychos, serial killers, and a handful of mutated monsters swarmed out like a pack of hungry wolves at the cops.

In an instant, screams and cheers from the madmen filled the radio channel, mixed with nursery rhymes hummed by a madman.

Outside the locked gates of the asylum, police cars surrounded it, and red and blue lights lit up half of the sky. The officer in charge of the scene pinched the microphone and yelled almost hysterically.

"Who's going to tell me why all of a sudden, 300 well-kept patients, broke free from their unbreakable restraints? What the hell is going on in this damn place!? He yelled, "Listen, Command, I don't care about any bullshit charter!" I've got sixty-five of my men in there, and we're not going to wait for permission to go in, lest they—"

His voice suddenly stopped like a tape recorder with the stop button pressed, as he noticed the majestic figure that appeared out of nowhere on the roof of the car with flashing police lights.

A knight dressed in pitch black, almost blending into the dark night, making it difficult to see. He had a burly figure, with a black bat mark on his chest, a sharp but extremely cold gaze from behind the white eyepieces, and a pitch-black cloak that swayed in the wind, which seemed to inexplicably match the strange Gothic architecture behind him.

Batman, the Dark Knight of Gotham City, one of the symbols of this dark city.

How long Batman has been around is little known even in the city, and even to most citizens still think that he is just a legend. But his legend must have been circulating for a long time, and only recently has it begun to be known to the outside world in the form of urban legends.

"Sixty-five people, sixty-five families, Mr. Officer." Batman spoke, "We can talk about what happened inside, but whoever is trapped inside at least deserves a chance to fight." ”

With that, he leaped over Arkham's large iron gate, his cloak unfurled like a pair of bat's wings.

In the darkness of the night, he burst out like a sharp afterimage, flashing in front of the door of the highest security zone like a ghost, and instantly knocked down several prisoners who took the lead in sprang out with lightning speed. The psychopaths didn't even have time to realize what was happening, and the tide of battle was turned in an instant.

"Two-faced, he should be locked up in here." When Batman flew into a roundabout kick and swept down a strong man, he asked the cop behind him, "I don't see him now, where is he?" ”

"It's still inside." A police officer replied, "He didn't come out with the others." ”

"Then let's go in and find him, and come with me."

Without waiting for a response, he flashed into the torn door like a ghost.

The captain of the police squad sat against the wall, clutching his broken ribs, and ordered in pain: "Everyone who can still fight...... Listen to him! ”