The dark corridor is like a big mouth that chooses people to eat, and where the darkness spreads is an endless abyss.

There was a click, and the lights in the room came on.

The edge of the light was extremely sharp, as if it had forcibly cut away a piece of the darkness that could not be dissolved, but as the door slowly closed, the heavy shadow swallowed the light again with an unstoppable attitude.

A hand covered in pitch-black armor released the doorknob, and the pitch-black figure propped his hands in front of the sink again, and when he opened his eyes, he saw in the mirror not the serious self, but a madman with green hair, a pale face, and a big grin.

"Do you think this is a hallucination caused by fear gas? Batman, stop being so naïve, you know it all has nothing to do with that idiot, I've never died. ”

And Batman just listened to him quietly.

The clown in the mirror taps his finger on the glass as if he really exists and is ready to break through the walls of the mirror and return to the real world.

"I'll always be in your heart, and neither you, nor I, nor the rest of Arkham Asylum can change that, accept it, Batman."

The faucet was unscrewed, and Batman ripped off his mask and leaned down to wash his face with cold water.

When he raised his hand, he faintly felt the pain in his right arm, and when he turned his head to look, in the hazy vision with a splash, there was a cut on his right forearm, and the wound was abnormally black, he knew that it was the result of the blood infection of fear gas.

"Scarecrow ......"

A deep voice echoed through the small space, and when Batman looked in the mirror again, everything that had just appeared seemed hallucinatory, except for his slightly tired face.

Knock knock.

The sound of the knock on the door was like a sudden heartbeat, and Batman turned his head sharply to look, and there was a faint pain in his injured arm due to muscle tension.

"Are you okay? Batman. ”

The voice that came was a little unfamiliar, at least not the childish voices he had often heard, with a hint of inscrutable reason, but often naïve and unexpected.

"It's me, Peter Parker, I saw the Batmobile parked outside the door, so I'm here to ask if you're okay."

"I'm fine."

The answer is not at all unexpected.

But the conversation ended unexpectedly, at least to Batman's surprise, and the people outside the door left without even asking a word.

Batman, who was standing inside the door, took a deep breath, his gaze fell, and he swept through the crack in the dark door, and before he could see another shadow there, he knew that Peter had really left.

He's been unlucky, Batman thought, and it's gotten worse, the Joker isn't dead at all, he's been trying to interfere with his brain in some way, and the fear gas spread by the scarecrow is further causing chaos in Gotham City, and he's running out of time.

After what could be called a break for Batman, Batman pushed the door and walked out, and as he pushed open the door to the laboratory, his movements paused because his eyes were not adjusted to the sudden light.

Vaguely he saw a figure standing busy in front of the test table, and he knew that there would be no one else here but Peter.

But Batman didn't care, he took out his communication device, answered a phone and said, "Prophet, repeat to me the current situation in the city, I need to know the extent of the chaos. ”

"It has deteriorated even more than two hours before the scarecrow posted the broadcast, and now the police are tracking the suspicious army vehicle, which has crossed Chinatown in an unusual posture and the police have lost track of it."

"Gordon and I are working on our full staff, but we're always short of manpower, Batman, you're in trouble with the Batlight coming on later than expected?"

The female voice on the opposite side, in addition to being intellectual, also carries an uncommon sense of power, a determined emotion capable of soothing anyone, even Batman.

Thoughts that had been a little cluttered by the clown in the mirror returned, and Batman said into the communicator: "I'm fine, Barbara, the last group of criminals I dealt with were also affected by the fear gas, they caused a small injury to my arm, but it wasn't in the way, I was just dealing with it." ”

"He's not dealing with it." An unfamiliar male voice rang in Barbara's ears, causing Barbara to frown slightly as she sat in the dimly lit police office.

"Someone else next to you? Batman. ”

"Yes, I'm Peter Parker, Batman's new assistant, I've been here for a short time, but I don't think we have time to say hello, please give me five minutes, I need to take care of Batman's wounds, and you can take this opportunity to explain to us what's going on in the city."

Peter's speech was so fast that neither Batman nor the prophet Barbara had a chance to interject, and Barbara reassured a little that it was a good decision, because if she told Batman what to do now, Batman would definitely not take the time to heal his wounds, but would go straight to his destination.

No one wanted Batman to do this, because everyone knew that it was going to be a busy night, and that the small injuries that were originally inconspicuous would be worsened by several neglects.

Peter snatches the communicator directly from Batman's hand, and Batman tries to pinch the bottom half of the communicator, but fails, and Peter's hand is stronger than he thought.

But Batman didn't insist any longer, and Peter walked to the test bench with the communicator, tossed the small machine aside, and tapped the test tube in his hand with his fingers.

"You didn't lie to me, your city is much worse than New York, I looked at the water quality test report you put in a drawer, and with all due respect, it's really rare that humans here can still walk on two legs."

"It's not that rare." Batman's characteristic dry humor.

"Alright, this lady known as the prophet, I won't speak anymore, please tell me what's going on here."

"You sound much more mature than yours, Mr. Parker, and let me call you that, no matter what city you're from, it's not a good choice to come here."

"As you can see, another disaster has struck, and it may be worse than what you have seen in the newspapers before."

Barbara's voice had a faint electric sound, but it was still very calm and quiet, and it reverberated in the slightly empty laboratory with an inexplicable divinity.

"Gotham Police Chief James Gordon personally attended the Joker's cremation ceremony, which made the city's feared super-criminals burned to ashes, but it's far from over."

"Two hours ago, Scarecrow, who is also a supercriminal, detonated the poison gas of fear that he had ambushed in the city, and hacked Gotham's public media, announcing that the city would be ready for his horrific revenge."

"The people are in a panic, the officers are overwhelmed, we have almost no clues, no one knows what we're going to be through that night, but there's no doubt that we need Batman."

"Very well, please go on, ma'am, I'm listening."

Peter snapped the iodophor swab, clamped it between the two fingers of his right hand, and pressed the button of the shadowless flashlight with his other hand to illuminate Batman's wound, carefully but quickly cleaning the edges of the wound.

"You can call me the Prophet, it's more important than you think, because the supercriminals in Arkham Asylum are always listening to our communications."

"About an hour ago, the vehicle transporting the citizens of Gotham had left Gotham City, but I think you should understand that most of the citizens of this megacity can't be evacuated, and more tourists and wealthy people are leaving."

"Half an hour ago, I observed a suspicious military vehicle disappearing after driving out of Chinatown through the Sky Eye system, and its trajectory explained that it was unusual, but the Sky Eye system could no longer give me more information."

"Now I need someone to investigate where the vehicle has been, to figure out why it has appeared and where it has gone, I have uploaded the coordinates of the last place where the vehicle appeared to the bat computer, please go back quickly, stay safe."

"The Prophet will be offline for the next twenty minutes, Batman, I know it's going to be a long night, but please hold on a little longer and bye."

There was no sound from the communicator, and by this time Peter had finished treating the small wound, and Batman did not feel any pain the whole time.

He glanced at Peter as he put the armour back on, but Peter went to pack up the medical equipment, so he tied the armour tightly again and said, "I'll go after the suspicious vehicle." ”

Before Batman could say the next word, Peter turned around and said, "Give me two minutes, I have three points to say, and I won't delay your mission." ”

Batman paused, but nodded.

"First of all, I just took a sample of the special substance on your wound, I need to stay here for sample analysis, but now there are not enough samples, if you can get more samples in the next operation, I am sure to crack this mysterious substance called fear gas."

As soon as Batman opened his mouth, Peter interrupted him and said, "I know it sounds incredible, but I'm experienced with it, and you can't find a second person who can do it." ”

Batman didn't speak, and Peter continued, "Second, I need access to your Batcomputer, but I don't have time to explain to you the detailed reasons right now, you just need to answer yes or no." ”

Batman paused again, then nodded slowly, and then added, "I'll give you basic access and access to the Sky Eye, but you'd better not bother the Prophet, she has more important things to do." ”

Peter continued: "Finally, I want you to keep that military vehicle as intact as possible, whether it's leaving it where it is, or towing it back, I need it." ”

Batman frowned, he looked at Peter, people who had been looked at him like this in the past would take the initiative to explain the reason, but Peter took a deep breath, looked at Batman with a focused gaze and said, "I'm sorry, but I really don't have time to explain." ”

"Believe me, I'm more nervous than you are right now, and I hope what I've seen and learned will come in handy at this time, and it must come in handy."

Batman, on the other hand, saw in Peter's eyes against the light, not the sincerity of his tone, but an extremely terrifying storm.

As Peter withdrew his gaze from Batman's departing back, his attention returned to the spider-sensed alarm that thundered in his ears.

At this moment, an unexpected voice sounded in Peter's ears.

"Peter, are you alright? I'm Dr. Schiller, and I'm watching you in the middle of the world right now, testing out our new spectator mode, how do you feel? ”

Schiller's voice was almost drowned out in the storm in Peter's head.

Peter tilted his head slightly and sighed softly, feeling the raging heat of the overclocking spider's senses stir up in his body.

That clouded his vision with a layer of blood, as if his brain was flying out of his body, his soul was hanging over his head, and everything became clearer and clearer.

"I feel good, doctor."