The rain is getting heavier and heavier.

The thick clouds were like lids on top of a boiling hot pot, and the steam was churning up and dripping down from cooling, as cold as sea water under a glacier, and as hot as molten slurry reaching into the sky.

The rain was so heavy that it completely obscured the view, the two towering pillars of the Gotham Bridge looked like the arms of giants held high, and the loud noise from the rotors of the gunship cutting through the rain almost completely obscured the conversation in the cabin.

"Damn, this place is always this ghost weather, I knew I was pretending to be sick tonight." The helicopter pilot impatiently adjusted his eyepiece and said, "Support Gotham? No kidding! I think we'd better find a sheltered place to stay for a while, and when we go back, we'll say that the mission is done, and there is nothing to save in this city anyway. ”

"Don't do anything stupid, Hank, we're here to get something, if the city isn't too dangerous, and we need a gunship? The weather is getting worse and worse, try to get into the Wayne Group radio channel and let them find us a place to land. ”

The helicopter pilot looked down through the window, but the rain was too heavy to see anything clearly, so he had to look up again and look ahead, and then in the deep rain curtain saw a pair of ghostly eyes.

"God! What is that?!! ”

Hearing the driver's exclamation, the two companions behind him immediately rushed up and looked ahead.

"Damn, I can't be hallucinating, it looks like a car? And also flying in the sky ?! ”

"Wait! What's on its tail? What's the fire? …… Damn, it's a missile! It's a missile! Get out of the way!! Get out of the way!! ”

Zilala——

"What the hell is going on?" Barbara shook her wheelchair vigorously, slammed off the headphones on her headset and threw them on the stool, turning her head to look out the window.

"Why are the FBI helicopters here?! The Batmobile opened fire on them?! What the hell is going on?!! ”

"There must be chaos in the city." Robin also walked around the table as fast as he could, walked to the window, and said, "Something unexpected happened." ”

He took the weapon from his waist, looked at Barbara and said, "Now this situation is not suitable for you to go out, stay here, I will go out to find clues, and if there is any situation, I will contact you through the usual communication channels." ”

"Wait." Barbara grabbed Robin's sleeve and said, "Take this." ”

She shoved a communicator to Robin, took a deep breath, casually swept her gaze over the group photo on the table, and said, "You know that something so big is going on, he can't stand by and watch, Brughhaven isn't far from here, you know what I mean." ”

Robin squeezed the communicator hard, and then said, "Yes, of course I do, but he also has his own things to do, and I'll get back to you soon." ”

Barbara sat in front of the window and watched as Robin jumped on top of the building across from him with a hook and disappeared into the leaden gray of the rain.

Barbara closed her eyes and let out a breath, tightening her jacket to make herself feel warmer, and she thought she still had something to do before she struggled to shake the wheelchair back to the computer.

With a few taps on her keyboard, she accessed the Gotham Police Department's internal comms, and as expected, the busy conversation didn't show up, and Barbara cut several channels before she heard a desperate cry.

"We're done! Gotham is over! …… All dead, all of them are dead, and I will die too, God, save us......"

Barbara's movements froze, she stared straight at the screen, made sure she had cut the right line, pressed her forehead with her hand that wasn't holding the mouse, grabbed the hair on her forehead and pulled it back, and finally let go of her hand on the keyboard.

With some trembling fingertips, she pressed the button on the keyboard again, and she plugged into her father, James Gordon's channel.

"Listen, this is James Gordon, this is a message I made in the Citibank vault in Gotham, and we had to withdraw here in order to leave enough clues for the people who came to investigate."

"The oxygen in the vault is only enough to last thirty minutes, and Gotham's air has gone terribly wrong, and in just ten minutes, all the residents of Gotham who have had time to evacuate in the future have all collapsed."

"No one knows if they're dead or what's wrong, but now listen carefully to what I say, and if you can't avenge us, at least bring the truth to the public."

"About three hours ago, the super-criminal Scarecrow who escaped from Arkham Asylum claimed to have planted over a thousand Dreadgas bombs in Gotham City."

"He threatens everyone in the city, especially Batman, that if we don't do it in time, the city will be destroyed in twenty-four hours."

"But apparently he's not just a madman, he's a liar, and he did it in just three hours, just minutes before we watched our colleagues fall one by one."

"This is hell, and again, Gotham has become a living purgatory, and if you finally hear my message, please warn everyone that the end is coming."

"If you are beyond your means, please at least hold on until the next morning, please don't feel sorry for the sacrifice of your loved ones, at least we will stay here for the night, and then meet again in hell."

Toot-toot-toot-

Smack!

The headphones slipped from her trembling fingertips, and Barbara inhaled in disbelief, tears pouring out of her eyes.

She jerked her head to look at the wall clock behind her, then scrambled to tap on her keyboard to see when the message had been sent—12 minutes ago.

"There's still time! There's still time! ”

Barbara fumbled with the communicator on her body in a panic, but remembered that the phone with the special number had been handed to Robin, and she pulled the hair on her forehead with her fingers, pursing her lips tightly.

Suddenly, as if she had thought of something, she answered the other side of the communication again and said, "Hey? Feed? Peter, Peter! Are you there? Quick, go, go to the Citibank vault across the street from the Gotham Police Station, where a bunch of cops are trapped and they're running out of oxygen! ”

There was an eerie silence on the other end of the communicator.

"Hey...... Feed?!! ”

"Who are you looking for?"

A low, hoarse voice came from there, and Barbara was stunned, and she immediately grabbed the microphone on her headphones and said, "Who are you, Peter Parker?" Answer me! ”

"Batman's new assistant is with me, if you want to save him, tell Batman about it all."

"What?! You ......"

Toot-toot-toot-

Boom!

Barbara looked angrily at the headphones that had been thrown to the ground, and then her arms hung down weakly, her eyes closed, and the muscles in her neck twitched.

With some effort, she bent down, picked up the headphones, pressed the familiar button, and said to the other side.

"Batman! Please, calm down, or you're going to lose everything, or we're going to lose everything. ”

"James is dying, the kid named Parker has been kidnapped, I don't know where Robin is, I don't know where Nightwing is."

"Tell me, Batman, how we're going to spend the night, how we're going to ......"

Barbara's voice faded away, and Batman's pale face was illuminated by the fire from the missile muzzle on the side of the Batmobile.

Through the dim rain, he saw the clown's face behind the cockpit of the helicopter.

"That's it, Batman, end it all, let the nightmare end this night, it's time for you to rest."

Batman slowly closed his eyes, but just as the slack and hollowness welled up in his mind, he let go of the hand that was pressing the missile launcher button and pressed the communication button in a resolute gesture.

"Listen to the people in front, I'm Batman, land on the roof of the nearest building at once, and take the initiative to disarm, otherwise I'll fire immediately, repeat......"

On the top floor of the Wayne Tower, in the Gotham Weather Control Center, Peter stands in front of the control panel, and Poison Ivy looks back at the man who has fallen from behind, and then looks back at Peter.

Poison Ivy felt that the man who had just been knocked down by Peter should weigh at least twice as much as her, and was wearing a black-and-gray metal armor that resembled Batman, looking strong and advanced in the same vein.

But just a few minutes earlier, Peter had taken the man down with a single move from her—and the glittering filaments had flown out before the uninvited guest had landed.

"What are you going to do?" Watching Peter walk towards the man, Poison Ivy's Adam's apple moved.

Peter didn't reply, but walked straight to the man lying on the ground, and the poison ivy woman looked closely to see that the man was not dead, his chest was still heaving, and she guessed that he might have been strangled by the mysterious filaments that Peter had ejaculated.

Peter, who was half-kneeling down beside the man, looked up at the poison ivy woman opposite and said, "We have to find a way to get out, you don't think we have caused such a big disaster, Batman will let us go, right?" ”

Poison ivy was choked, she stared at Peter in a daze and said, "You still dare to do it if you know it?!" ”

"That's because I'm sure I'll get out." Peter fumbled with the man's armor as he said, "It doesn't matter how a shocking plan was conceived and executed, but how to run away after the plan was executed and the catastrophe was carried out, this is what the doctor repeatedly emphasized." ”

"Now we have to run quickly, this beating will definitely not be able to run after a while, come over and take a hand and turn him over."

Eventually, Poison Ivy walked over and flipped the man over with Peter, her expression moving slightly the moment she took the mask off.

That face was younger than expected, and more importantly, it had a capital letter "J" on the cheek.

"What are you going to do with him?" There was some hesitation in Poison Ivy's tone, she took a deep breath, pursed her lips and said, "Okay, Batman can be regarded as saving me, and I have to return the favor to him." ”

"Listen, this kid should have been Batman's former assistant, but he disappeared somehow, and now he's back, I advise you not to kill him, otherwise it won't be as simple as being beaten."

"You're mistaken, I didn't plan to kill him." Peter sat on the ground on his knees, shook his head and said, "I don't kill." ”

"That's not how you fooled Batman, did you?" Poison ivy gritted her teeth and said, "You damn bastard boy, you pulled me onto the thief ship, and if you don't take me with you when you dare to run, I'll let Hallie smash your head to pieces!" ”

"Stop talking nonsense, hold his body steady."

Peter pressed a hand on the man's breastplate, and the Poison Ivy straightened his head, and then the Poison Ivy almost scared her to sit on the ground.

Red mucus began to gush from Peter's arm, spreading all the way down his chest, a cloud of gooey liquid that first enveloped the man's face, then poured in through his mouth and nose, and disappeared almost instantly.

Then, the man opened his eyes suddenly, and there were no pupils or whites in them, only a patch of blood.

His limbs twitched, he staggered to his feet like a zombie, and was back to normal in a matter of seconds.

At the same time, Peter's communicator rang, and Barbara's anxious voice was heard from the other side.

"Hello? Feed? Peter! Peter! Are you there?! Fast! Just go! Go to the Citibank vault across from the Gotham Police Station......"

A hand covered in black armor took the phone, and a low, hoarse voice rang out over the communicator.

"Who are you looking for?"