Arkham Island, on the coast.

The pitch-black batboat surfaced, and the sliding hatch opened automatically to reveal the driver's seat inside, like a loyal dog waiting for its owner's commands.

Batman, Winged Knight, and Director Gordon made their way to the shore. Batman explained: "Just don't touch anything after you go in, the autopilot system has planned the route, and a police team will pick you up as soon as you go ashore, and I have already arranged it with them." ”

"Thank you." Gordon said, walking towards the cockpit.

"Wait a minute." Roy stopped him, stepped forward, pulled out the pipe with the word "" written on it, and handed it to Gordon.

Roy said, "I think you might miss this. Don't lose it, it should be important to you. ”

Director Gordon stared at the pipe for a moment and said, "yes, my little girl gave me a birthday present last year. I'm guessing she must have mentioned it to you, right? ”

Roy acquiesced.

"She's still working with you, right?" Gordon asked.

"Yes."

Gordon sighed: "I have known for a long time that my little girl is not the kind of person who likes to live in peace. She wanted to be a cop at first, just like her father, but I didn't think because I couldn't accept that she was in any danger. But I should have known that such a block would not have changed who she was, as I had known for a long time. So she will always find her own way to **** what she wants to do, such as working with someone like you. ”

Roy listened quietly.

"I know you're busy and have a lot to do, and I shouldn't be wasting time here. But," Gordon said, taking a deep breath, "promise me that you'll keep my daughter safe, okay?" Don't let her get involved too much and face too many dangers, okay? Promise me? ”

Roy stared at him earnestly for a long time. The Gordon in front of him now is not the police chief who is known as a combat hero, but just a father who is worried about his own daughter.

"I'll do my best." "But you also have to know, Director Gordon. Your daughter, Barbara, is far stronger than you think. Maybe what you know about her so far is only one aspect. And as far as I know, she is you and me∑→dǐng∑→diǎn∑→ Xiao∑→ said,.. ≈os_(); The best girl imaginable, you don't need to worry about her at all. ”

"I hope so." Gordon said no more, turned and jumped onto the batboat, and sailed away from Arkham Island.

Roy quickly adjusted his mind, held down the headset and asked, "Barbara, are you connected to Arkham's monitoring system?" ”

Barbara paused for a moment, before replying in a slightly strange voice—of course she had heard the conversation just now. "Well, Arkham's security system is pretty top-notch, and I can't hack the surveillance system remotely from here," she said. If you want the CCTV footage, you can only go to the monitoring center to see it in person. ”

"Got it, we're already on our way." Batman replied.

The monitoring room is located in the Arkham Asylum, the central building of Arkham. Now the madhouse is full of thugs under the clown, and there are more psychopaths who have been released by the clown, almost equivalent to a well-defended edifice. If you want to enter through the main entrance, you have to fight all the way in, which can be said to be the easiest, dumbest and most laborious entrance.

In order to save time and effort, such an approach is naturally not considered. The dǐng part of the asylum has a large retro-style clock, and Roy and Batman enter the parts room surrounded by turning gears through the clock's access tunnel. After stepping on the parts of the clock and running to the metal wall near the safety ladder, Batman took out the ultra-high temperature blowtorch to melt the metal, burning a bat-shaped passage that could accommodate a person.

After the two of them drilled out of the passage one after the other, they silently put down the two thugs patrolling the stairwell, went down three floors, and then got into the vent of the stairwell, until the vent at the door of the monitoring room came out, and arrived at the monitoring room in the fastest way.

Batman stepped forward and pulled open the door to the monitoring room. A small red mass popped out from behind the door. Before he could see what it was, Batman, who had a super-fast reflex nerve, hurriedly jumped to the side, only to realize that what he had just dodged was a large boxing glove with a spring attached to it.

The mischievous trap was a gift box a man tall, stuffed with a high-performance spring and a boxing glove. The boxing gloves were dǐng on the door of the monitoring room, and as soon as anyone pulled the door open, the spring would push the glove and shoot out.

If it weren't for Batman's extraordinary reflex nerves, it would be almost impossible for a normal person to avoid such a mechanism. A head-on punch may be the fate of a broken nose.

Halle? Quinn flashed out from behind the door with a sledgehammer and shouted, "Why don't you get hit!! ”

Her hammer slammed down with a shout. Roy strode forward, grabbed the handle of the hammer and forced Harley to let go with a dǐng of his elbow, easily snatching Harley's weapon. Then he threw his hand holding the handle of the hammer forward, turning the hammer upside down and sweeping Harley to the ground with a sweep of the handle.

Harley still wanted to get up, but Batman had already thrown a multi-ball trapping rope from head to toe, and she fell to the ground unsteadily.

After struggling for a while to no avail, she had no choice but to shout: "If Sir knew that you were doing this to me, he would be furious and want you to look good!" ”

"I'm waiting for him." After Roy finished speaking, he ignored her and quickly stepped into the monitoring room.

The two of them divide their labors, fast-forward to check the surveillance footage everywhere, looking for clues about Dr. Yang or the clown.

"There it is." Roy said, pausing a scene in front of him. I saw three doctors tied to chairs, and several gunmen dangling around them.

Roy pointed to one of the female doctors and said, "That should be Pennylu?" Dr. Yang, I've seen the photos on her profile, which is not good. ”

Batman would come over: "If she's tied up here, it means the Joker doesn't need her anymore." ”

"It's very likely that Titan Venom is complete." Roy said, "But she's still alive, and it's likely that the Joker thinks Venom still needs to be adjusted, so he didn't kill her for the time being." That means we might have to hurry. ”

"Wait a minute." Batman said, pausing the screen of one of the surveillance screens, zooming in on the screen, and saying, "We have other questions. ”

I saw an old man with white hair and black-rimmed glasses appear on the screen. He was dressed in a black suit, tied with a cane, and held a cane in his hand. It should have looked like a temperamental dress, but seeing him curled up in a trembling ball now made people feel very incongruous.

The reason why he is afraid of this is also a matter of course. He was kept in an iron cage cell, or rather, more like he locked himself in to protect himself. A group of clowns, thugs, and psychopaths shouted arrogantly, attacked the door lock with various tools, and occasionally threw something strange through the crack in the fence to smash the old man.

"Who's that?" Roy asked.

"Quincy? Sharp. "Batman said," said the director of Arkham Asylum. ”

"No wonder it's so popular." Roy said.

"And here." Batman turned the camera down and brought up another surveillance screen. I saw the clown sitting at a desk with Erlang's legs crossed, looking complacent, and from time to time he came up with all kinds of tricks to entertain himself.

"The clown is in the dean's office." Batman said.

Roy said: "He didn't hide at all, it looks like he's waiting for you to find him." ”

"I will." "Now, since we're going the other way, we're going to split up. You're going to save Quincy? Dean Sharp, I'm going to save that Dr. Yang, and I'm going to the office to find the clown when I'm done. ”

The reason why Batman is so assigned is obviously because he is on the same route to find the Joker and save Dr. Yang. There's no way he's going to leave the clown to someone else.

"Okay." Roy accepted, "Then stay in touch." ”