DC World, Gotham, Arkham Asylum.

"Director Gordon? ...... in the middle of the night I actually want you to come in person, no, I didn't doze off just now, I was just meditating. ”

A fat guard yawned, took the file from Gordon's hand, and glanced at the prisoner—or the patient—who had been escorted by the GCPD director himself—and the two were no different here anyway.

Red Douglas ...... Charged with more than 30 counts of intentional homicide...... Hey, he's a perverted lunatic, this kind of guy should be stuffed in Black Gate Prison. ”

At this time, the prisoner, whose hands and feet were shackled, slowly raised his head.

Although he has upside-down white hair, he looks very young, and although there are many bruises on his face, you can see that he should be a handsome and upright Asian appearance.

"First of all, I don't consider myself a pervert; Secondly, I don't consider myself crazy; And most importantly, I don't think those guys are human - I'm just killing animals, all animals that don't die 10,000 times with a blood debt. ”

Next to this young man named Red, Director Gordon, who was wearing a GCPD uniform and had a mustache, sighed lightly when he saw this.

"Those Black Mask thugs are animals, but that's not a reason for you to break into their lair and slaughter them, and if Batman hadn't stopped you in time......"

"I'll be able to ask where the guy called Black Mask is, and I'll be able to solve the problem once and for all for the people in the city who have been ravaged by them."

Red said in a flat and calm voice, and the deep gaze in his eyes proved that he was not bragging.

Then you will become the new problem! It is a crime to abuse lynching without going through the law! ”

Gordon was also a little excited, to be honest, if it was an ordinary and vicious criminal, he would have seen a lot as a GCPD, but a young man like this who has an excessive sense of justice and kills the perpetrator of the crime makes him feel even more painful.

"And you're putting yourself in danger by doing so, do you know how high the price of Black Mask was to buy your life? Although you are a little better in physical fitness, you are only a mortal body, and those killers can kill you with a single bullet! ”

Hearing Gordon's words, Red narrowed his eyes and muttered as he looked at his hands.

"If I still have ghost hands, Kazan syndrome...... And if you have the ultimate blood power that has been burned by blood......"

Seeing Red's appearance, Gordon sighed lightly and shook his head, in his eyes, this is another radical teenager who has been driven crazy by his own sense of justice, yearning to be a hero but taking the wrong path, and ending up in a deep fantasy.

At this time, the fat Arkham guard had also already completed Red's admission procedures.

"Alright, Red Douglas...... Mania, violent tendencies, and severe schizophrenia...... Then it's time to arrange the ward. ”

"Put him in a high-security ward, a single room, and try not to let anyone touch him."

Gordon commanded the Arkham guard solemnly, and then he saw Red staring at him, raised his hand and pressed it lightly on his shoulder.

"Kid, trust me, it's for you—"

"It's protection, isn't it?"

The corners of Red's mouth furled, revealing a smile with a lot of emotion.

"I know very well that you are a good person, Director Gordon, but in this world, many times what good people do is not necessarily the right thing."

"Okay, just talk to your psychiatrist about anything. Director Gordon, please come back, it's hard for you to be so late. ”

Director Gordon watched as the young man named Red was rudely pulled into the hallway by Arkham guards, and did not turn to leave until he saw the heavy metal door lock automatically.

The moment he stepped out of the doorway, a hoarse and low voice sounded coldly from the shadows beside him.

"How is he now?"

Gordon paused, and he didn't have to look at him to know who was going to ambush him and talk to him.

"Ever since you handed him over to us, he has been very cooperative and has not resisted...... It's hard to believe that just like this can kill more than thirty people without changing their faces-"

"Criminals."

The voice hidden in the shadows picked up Gordon's words.

"I've checked, and it's true that all the people he killed are innocent, but that's not a reason why he also abused lynching to become a murderer."

"As you used to say, when you kill a criminal, you also become a criminal, alas....."

Gordon turned his head to look at Batman, who stood in the shadows like a statue, his gaze as cold and deep as ever.

"Then again, what kind of berserkers, hell blood demon gods, emperor blood and heaven killing and the like in the Arad continent he said....."

"It's just his fantasy, I've checked it, he's just an ordinary person, and he doesn't have the so-called special ability to control blood."

Hearing Batman's words, Gordon looked at the bat light sign in the sky.

"Gotham, how many people are going to go crazy in this city?"

——

"Morning, noon and evening will bring you a meal, and the psychiatrist will come to you for treatment from time to time."

Rumble!

The metal gate was securely locked, surrounded by thick walls covered with sponge, and the only connection to the outside world was a barred window through which only two fingers could pass through.

As the guard said, here in Arkham Asylum, there is no difference between prisoners and patients.

Red, however, didn't care about any of this, sitting cross-legged on his bed, looking down at his hands.

Although he didn't feel any fluctuations in his blood, nor did he feel the pain and erosion of consciousness caused by the ghost hand, Red was sure that he was once a berserker on the Arad continent, and this memory was definitely not a fantasy.

The ghost swordsman's combat skills engraved in his soul, allowing him to use a kitchen knife to cut down more than thirty elite swordsmanship under Black Mask, is the best proof.

What's more, crossing things has become almost a habit for Red.

Twenty years ago, Red traveled from his original world here, and from the name of Gotham City, he knew that this was the world of DC Comics.

Then living here from a baby to the age of fifteen, Red, as an ordinary person, originally thought that he could use his familiarity with the plot, avoid the fight between superheroes and supervillains, and leave the city to live a peaceful life.....

But he crossed over again.

Maybe just like someone will habitually break a bone, they will also habitually cross?

All in all, this time, Red travels into the world of the game DNF, and then embarks on an adventurous journey as a ghost swordsman with a ghost hand.

After many things, Red spent five years in the DNF world from a ghost swordsman to a berserker, and finally from the Hellblood Demon God to the Emperor's Blood Slayer, and then to the Extreme Berserker......

Finally reaching the end of his adventure, Red's final enemy is the Second Apostle, Weeping Eye Held.

It's hard to say who won and who lost that battle, but as a result, Heard expelled Red from the world of Arad and forcibly returned him to the DC world.

After returning to this world, Red turned back into an ordinary person without any special abilities, and naturally lost the ability to control blood and qi that he was most proud of, as well as the ghost hand that was both a curse and a source of power.

The only thing that remains is the fighting instinct honed by countless battles, and the style of acting that has become accustomed to unrestrained and unleashing one's anger.

But this also made him fall to such a consequence.

Lying in bed, looking through the bars at the bat sign hanging above Gotham City in the night sky, Red is a rare world of superheroes, but he can't turn to them for help, because the person who caught him here is one of them.

Do you have to spend the rest of your life in this madhouse......

Shout.

Suddenly, Red saw a bright red light streak across the night sky like a meteor, and at the same time, the blood in his whole body seemed to stir for a moment.

But it was only for a very short time, and he soon recovered.

Is this a delusion?