Black crows silently swept past Gotham, through the crowds and the endless flow of traffic, chasing the invisible breath in the air. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Raven adjusted for a moment, feeling a little better, and she did her best to suppress the headache so that it wouldn't interfere with her movements. In fact, the most difficult part for her was that a ferocious beast hidden deep in her body kept biting at the cage that imprisoned her and trying to break out, which may be a huge amount of magic that this world could not bear, and now she sensed the external magic fluctuations as if she couldn't hold it back.

That's why she always had to be careful, and the people who raised her taught her to control her emotions, because her excessive mood swings could become the trigger for an irreparable end, unleashing a real demon.

A hint of magic in the air guided the raven like Hansel's crumbs all the way to the tall, but indescribably eerie building.

Arkham Asylum.

The magical energy was stronger, and the source was here—the raven's aching head told her that.

She burrowed through the door like a black feather, like a non-existent ghost navigating the intricate corridors. Although Raven herself wears black every day and has a rather dark personality, even she finds this place a little unpleasant.

The cold wind blows from no corner and follows the back of your neck wherever you go. The network of corridors is like a labyrinth, and it is hard for ravens to imagine how the people who work in it recognize the way, could it be that the original intention of the building was to use this complex pathway to make it impossible for patients to get around.

As she walked through the intensive care area, she saw all sorts of strange patients that were even more creepy. Like a scaly humanoid crocodile, a maniac with scars on his muscles and hollow eyes like zombies, and a little guy who giggles and giggles with a bowler hat.

It's a madhouse, but it's a monster camp - and it's not from a science fiction movie, it's more like a horror movie. As she walked past the electrotherapy room, she could hear the patient's violent convulsions on the bedboard. She glanced through the crack in the door and saw the expressionless faces of the doctors and nurses at the operating table, as natural as watching a few living people being electrocuted in front of them, like seeing fish swimming.

"Hey!" Someone on the other side of the hallway shouted, "Who are you?" ”

Raven realizes that she has just lost her mind, and one of the guards notices her and walks over with a flashlight.

"You're mistaken, there's no one here."

She whispered like a witch chanting a spell, and with a slight wave of her hand, the purple ** force surrounded the guard like a mist. He was stunned for a moment, nodded, and said to himself: "I was wrong." ”

With that, he turned around and left.

Raven sighed lightly.

It's such a nasty place.

Meanwhile, on top of a train on the Gotham Railway.

After making sure that the gang below was tied up, Eric climbed onto the roof of the car after Dick, the whip-strong wind that barely opened his eyes.

Dick was very upset and feeling very bad at this moment. According to Alfred, Batman's butler, he told him, Bruce hadn't put on his suit for half a month, hadn't even returned to the manor once, and completely ignored the old butler's contacts. It wasn't until yesterday that the Arkham incident broke out, and the butler had no choice but to call Dick, who happened to be in Gotham, to replace Bruce in a batsuit to control the situation.

Dick had always thought that Bruce must be on some sort of classified mission that was why he was acting so strangely - and it wasn't unheard of before, as he had been undercover in the gang for two months without returning to the manor.

It wasn't until today that he realized that things could be more serious than he thought.

"Do you believe what he says?" Eric asked, "About Mr. Wayne?" ”

"Dead? No, I don't think so. ”

This is not self-consolation, Dick does believe it in his heart. Bruce is Batman, how could he hang up so easily?

But if Bruce from Wayne Co. was an imposter - and seemed to have been an imposter for a while, they even found a number of enhancements on the imposter's train tonight. It meant that something big was happening, right here and now, in Gotham, and now he had to find out.

"Your armor, what's wrong with it?" Dick asked, "Did you forget to bring your power bank when you went out?" ”

"I don't know." Eric is similarly confused, "It doesn't need to be recharged, and it doesn't usually do. ”

Since the armor suddenly crashed in the middle of the battle, it was lying on Eric's back as if it was dead, and no matter what he did, there was no movement, which made him wonder if it was a plug-in that expired and forgot to renew it.

"So what are we going to do now?" Eric looked left and right and asked, "Wait for the train to stop on its own?" Or wait for a ride? ”

"What must be said...... Hitchhike. ”

From the vast night sky, the black iron bird spread its majestic wings, and its huge body fell silently. If you look closely, you can see that the camouflage-treated engine is running at high speed, keeping the steel giant bird relatively stationary with the train in mid-air, and the engine is running without making the slightest sound, which is simply the best predator in the night.

Dick pulled out his hook gun and shot the rope at the plane, flying with Eric.

Almost everyone who has seen a living bat fighter in the comics can't help but have the desire to "sit back and try it". With a dark red glow on the plane's console and a bunch of buttons of unknown purpose scattered around the joystick, Eric couldn't resist imagining what would happen if he pressed one and tried it.

In the middle of the battle, the train was approaching the suburbs, and they were flying back to the city.

"Tonight is still a long night, and I have a lot of work to do." Dick said, "I'll drop you off when I get back downtown—pretty much where I met you." ”

"What? I thought we were going to be together. ”

"That's when you have the ability to fight." "Now you don't know what's wrong with your armor, but anyway I can't go into danger with a drag bottle, it's dangerous for you and for me, you know?" ”

Eric frowned.

Although he was very unwilling, he was right. If he couldn't activate the Warframe, he would be a burden to follow Dick......

"Dang!"

It was the loud sound of a metal sharp object piercing 40 mm bulletproof glass, like someone smashing a glass with a hammer. The silver sword pierced through the windshield and stabbed into the middle of the gap between the two seats, revealing a face through the punctured slit.

It was a person, a person at an altitude of four thousand feet, attached to a fighter plane.

The face was wearing an orange and black mask, except for the orange part on the left that showed a sharp falcon-like eye.

The moment they saw this face clearly, the two people in the plane were in their hearts.

Death knell!