When Batman woke up, his brain felt like it was going to explode.

He tried to break free from the handcuffs that bound his hands and feet, but it seemed to be in vain. He couldn't remember what had happened before, where he was.

He lay on a soft seat that resembled a couch, and it was not difficult to tell by the bumps under him that he was in a fast-moving car.

And this car, why does it look like a Batmobile?

Then, his gaze rested on the rearview mirror in the front seat, and he noticed something even more surprising.

The person sitting in the driver's seat in the front seat was wearing a purple suit and tie, his face was as white as oil paint, and his lips were painted with lipstick and a bright and terrifying smile.

It's the clown.

In an instant, he felt as if his breath had frozen, and his thoughts seemed to be forcibly stopped by an invisible force.

Everything then sank into the darkness of the invisible, deep, terrifying, and hidden unknown.

By the time he regained consciousness, he was tied to a bed.

The two men tugged at his bed and dragged him towards Arkham's cell, followed by the clown with a mocking expression and Harley Quinn, the harley quinn with a baseball bat twisting her waist.

No, everything is wrong.

Batman tried to shout, trying to find someone who would be willing to listen to him explain that it was all wrong, but it didn't. All the guards along the way, all of them had ridiculous oil paint on their faces and bright red smiles that seemed to be mocking.

Walking to the door of Arkham's cell, he finally stopped.

I vaguely remember that every patient in Arkham would have a doctor come for a routine examination before being brought in.

This time was no exception. Halle Quinn brandished a baseball bat like an old acquaintance and shouted, "Dr. Crane! You're here! Let's see how our patients are doing! ”

Klein? Scarecrow?

Klein, a psychiatric gas expert, was once a psychiatrist in Arkham before he became a super-criminal scarecrow, and he had a fairly high status.

A scarecrow, dressed in what looked like a tattered sack and wearing a terrifying mask on his face, walked over with a dozen papers in his armpits. The ten fingertips of his gloves were all syringe needles, and the barrel was dripping with yellowish liquid.

After walking around Batman twice tied to the bed, the scarecrow shook his head, sighed, and said, "No, he's not good at all." We should really feel sorry for him, he has not been able to get out of the shadow of the death of his parents. ”

He leaned closer to look at Batman's gritted teeth for a moment and said, "Bat." It is a kind of deception and suggestion that he psychologically has made to himself, and he has chosen this symbol to escape from reality. He put on a cape and a Halloween costume to protect himself and deceive himself because he didn't want to face the harsh reality. All this made him paranoid and a little schizophrenic. Alas, he is getting mader and mader, and I'm afraid even I can't cure him. I'll take care of the rest, Joker. ”

Halle Quinn cheered like a little girl who had finally waited for the candy to eat: "Great! Mr. J, we're ready! ”

The Joker grinned, "I've waited too long for this moment, Batman." Although I will be a little lonely when I have to play alone in the future, let me enjoy this carnival moment first! ”

With that, he pulled out his pistol, pointed it at Batman's head, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

Everything is dark again.

It's like sinking to the bottom of the water, drifting with the current, losing control of your body, and possibly even your soul, and letting yourself drift.

Death, maybe that's what it feels like, right?

Just let himself float, float, for a while, he really felt that his life would end in such darkness.

Until he came to that moment again, the moment that shaped his life and determined who he was.

Crime Alley, one of the darkest corners of Gotham City forever. Batman floated into the sky like a ghost and watched the family of three - Thomas Wayne, Martha Wayne and young Bruce Wayne walk down the alley.

The children are jumping around in the front, and the parents are talking and laughing in the back.

He shouted as hard as he could, trying to muster all the strength he had left to stop the three men from entering the alley.

But it was all in vain.

The masked man with the masked and the gun will come, the gunshots will ring out, and Thomas is as destined to fall here as Martha.

The child knelt there, kneeling in a pool of blood from his parents, crying silently.

At this moment, Batman floating in the air seemed to see a black, huge bat projected on the ground where the child was kneeling.

That's how it all started overnight.

It was at this moment that a boy died with his parents, and a legend was born out of a pool of blood.

I'm Batman.

I'm fearless.

The world spun around as if someone had thrown a blender into the darkness. Batman felt like he had been floating for an unknown amount of time, his feet finally returned to the ground, and the world began to gradually regain its glory.

He gritted his teeth with all his strength to concentrate on regaining his senses. In his blurred vision, he could see a horrible, disgusting face in front of him, five syringe fingers pierced into his chest, injecting the last drop of yellow liquid into his body.

It was the scarecrow, and the scarecrow's fear poison made him see these visions.

Batman raised his arm with all his might, grabbed the scarecrow's wrist, and pulled the syringe of the scarecrow's finger tip out of his chest like pincers.

The eyes under the mask of the scarecrow were full of horror: "What kind of monster are you! You've taken enough doses to make 10 people crazy! ”

Batman shook off his arm, pulled the scarecrow in front of him by the collar, and gritted his teeth, "I'm Batman." ”

Then, he slammed the scarecrow's head down and slammed him into the side window. After a "bang", the glass slag splattered all over the ground, and the scarecrow immediately fainted.

Once again, the Scarecrow was defeated, at the hands of Batman.

No matter how carefully he prepares, no matter what new tricks he plays with his fear poison, he is doomed to defeat. Because he doesn't understand, he doesn't understand Batman. Batman alone is impossible to be knocked down by fear.

Batman let out a long sigh of relief and looked around, remembering what had just happened.

After separating from the Winged Knights, he was on his way to find and rescue Dr. Yang and some of her colleagues. On this path, he encountered an ambush by a dozen clown thugs. After engaging in a fierce battle with them and successfully subduing the mob, the Scarecrow appeared out of nowhere, attacked and injected him with the fear toxin, triggering a series of reactions.

He dragged the scarecrow over and handcuffed it to the railing beside him, and couldn't help but start thinking.

The poison of the scarecrow will make people see the most feared things in their hearts.

In other words, if you face the deepest part of your heart, what the invincible legendary Batman fears, maybe that's it.

It's like the Joker keeps shouting that Batman and he are actually the same. The Joker even insisted that Batman must have gone through an unbearable night to become as crazy as he is today.

Batman himself has never discussed this with anyone, and it is certainly impossible to give the Joker a response in battle. But deep down, he knows that as an existence of Batman, he is also a madman.

Batman is an eight-year-old boy who can't accept reality and finds a way out for himself.

Batman is a deep scar on the soul of that desperate child, which still hasn't healed.

He knew in his heart that the Scarecrow's fear poison had unearthed and manifested this thought, that he was also a psychopath in some way, like so many others he had captured in Arkham.

"Sir? Are you alright, sir? I just noticed an anomalous change in the values in your armor," Alfred asked anxiously.

"I'm fine, Alfred." He chuckled, "I'm going to save the doctors now, and then I'm going to see the clown." This night, there is almost an end. ”