The wooden door on the front of the villa, which had been many years old, collapsed and kicked up a violent cloud of dust, and Roy walked briskly into the living room with his second daughter.

Thermal imaging shows that the scarecrow is on the second floor, while the image of the girl is underground. The living room was full of dust, and although it was not difficult to see any signs of human activity if you looked closely, at first glance, the dust that had accumulated in the house really looked as if the house had been abandoned for ten or twenty years and no one had visited it.

The entrance to the basement is a large wooden plank with a large iron ring made of copper attached to it. Of course, this place is also locked.

Roy picked the lock in twos and threes, and lifted the huge wooden plank upside down with a brass ring. Barbara walked to the front and felt into the dark underground, turning on the mask's night vision function, and the eye lenses changed to a faint green.

Descending the long staircase, soon the girl who was shivering in the darkness appeared in the eyes of the two.

"Don't Don't Hurt Me"

Barbara gently crouched down beside her, stroked her hair, and said in a soft voice, "It's okay, it's okay, you'll be going home soon." ”

While Barbara comforted the girl, Roy looked around at the environment.

Surrounded by dark gray marble walls and cobwebs at every corner of the room, the entire basement is practically empty, but it only takes a little imagination to create gods and monsters from the shadows to scare you.

Suddenly, Roy realized something.

"Black bats?" He turned back tentatively as he screamed, only to realize that she hadn't followed.

Kassandra rushed to the second floor alone and kicked open the wooden door.

The moment she landed in the room, a cold wind hit the back of her neck. With little leisure or room for thought, she rolled on the spot on instinct, narrowly bowing her head to avoid a cold wind.

It was a sharp, round blade with jagged edges, the edge of which blew through the cold wind, grazing the back of Kassandra's uniform, almost against her skin.

Just a little bit down. The sawtooth would be able to cut through her flesh.

Tumbling on the ground to dodge the trap, Kassandra felt empty before she could crouch. A huge hole cracked in the hidden raised floor, and Kassandra fell instantly. About two meters below him were giant metal spikes as sharp as the fangs of a beast.

In the blink of an eye, she will be pierced by the cold giant thorns, and the fragrance will be lost.

But she reacted quickly, and in the flick of the lightning, she drew her rope gun and nailed it to the ceiling with a flying claw. The whole person flew back to the floor with the load-bearing fibers.

And the moment she climbed back to the floor, a shiny scythe came to her face, the reflective blade reflecting her face.

It was another unavoidable attack with only half a point, and the knife was obviously already waiting for her above, and it was almost impossible to dodge when it appeared in her field of vision, and ninety-nine percent of people would have to eat it in such a situation.

Thankfully, Kassandra belongs to the remaining percent.

Fast enough to react to the limits of her human abilities, Kassandra chose the only possible path to dodge - the spiky trap behind her.

She jumped back into the hole behind her, dangling her hands on the floor at the edge, and dodged the back of the knife in a thrilling way. Then the petite arms burst out with amazing force and pulled his body up, and after rolling sideways from the floor, he finally managed to stand up.

The skinny creature with a scythe standing at the entrance of the cave, wearing a dirty, tattered hood, was the Scarecrow.

Kassandra stared straight at him, her fists clenched violently, and her clear eyes lit up with rage.

The scarecrow rushed up again with his scythe, babbling out of his mouth.

Bite off more than one can chew.

In a head-to-head duel, he has no chance of winning against the martial artists at the pinnacle of mankind.

In just one look, the scythe was already in Kassandra's hand. She held the scythe in her left hand. His right hand clawed into the scarecrow's trachea, pushing his pen-like body against the wall.

With a single force, she could pinch the nasty guy's throat.

From the bottom of her heart, she desperately wanted to do so. Last time she was defenseless. Inhaled the scarecrow's fear gas, what he saw in the hallucinations was unforgettable. For this reason, she hated this guy and wanted him to die from the bottom of her heart.

But she couldn't.

From the first day she happily got Batman's permission to don the Batgirl uniform, she never stopped restraining herself and telling herself about the meaning of the uniform.

"Remember the difference between you and the enemy you're dealing with."

She remembered Batman solemnly saying that to her.

She slammed the scarecrow's head against the aging stucco wall. Slammed the wall into a cavity an inch deep.

She sighed and tossed the scythe aside, only to notice that Roy was already watching her in the doorway.

Roy didn't make a sound, and he didn't stop her when she had just moved her killing intent.

However, he knew that Kassandra would not do it. Although she has been raised as the ultimate killer since birth, and she also has a strength beyond anyone else, she is a kind and gentle girl in her bones.

Since being incorporated into the family by Batman, she has ceased to be a killer.

The scarecrow is captured, and another imprisoned girl is freed.

And when their raid was over, they learned that Chief Gordon had been put back on the street by the Scarecrow two hours earlier, and that he had returned to the police station not long ago.

It turned out that all this was just an experiment, to test the scarecrow's distorted thinking to come to a certain conclusion that anyone who has survived the baptism of the deepest fear will be as numb and fearless as he is to the emotion of fear.

Of course, this is a sick idea.

Fear is a part of everyone's life, and a soul without fear is incomplete.

Gordon was a very strong man, and although he had the worst nightmare of the night, he would get through it.

When the Gotham Police Department sent a car to take away the scarecrow, the two girls stood on the roof directly opposite, looking down.

Barbra suddenly asked, "Kashan, what did you see when you were hallucinated by fear gas?" ”

Kassandra tilted her head slightly and shook her head.

She wouldn't say it, and she wouldn't say it, but deep down, she would be ashamed of her darkest self that had been unearthed by the poison of fear.

Even if she was affected by the potion and had such thoughts, she would never forgive herself.

She inevitably developed a crush on Roy, which she noticed while in Hong Kong.

But she also knows about Roy's relationship with her best friend, Barbara. She always thought she could accept it, until she was driven by the poison to hurt her best friend, and she realized that it was not so easy to accept.

At this time, Roy stared at the scarecrow after being sent to the police car and drove away, jumped on the roof, glanced at the two of them, and felt the subtle strangeness of the atmosphere.

"What's wrong?"

Kassandra was as silent as ever, stepped forward and gave him a hug, then rolled over and jumped off the roof, swinging the rope and quickly disappearing from their view. (To be continued.) )