"It's really hell on this day, so I don't let people live a good life."

"Don't say it, hey, nerd, follow me, it's time to let the wind out."

"Hell, if it weren't for the high salary, I wouldn't want to stay here a little longer."

"Who's to say no, if you want me to say, just give all the patients here a prefrontal lobotomy."

"After all, the times are advancing, and this technology has won the Nobel Prize, and it can still be banned."

"But this nerd really has a bit of a post-operative look, and it would be nice if all the patients were like him."

Arkham Asylum, two doctors chatting while leading the patient behind them to the venting area.

The patient behind them, with short green hair, as if he had lost his soul, walked mechanically.

"Hey, have you heard? Lately there seems to be restlessness in the city again. ”

"Nonsense, Harvey has escaped, how can he live in peace in the city?"

The two doctors placed the patient in his seat and left.

The release time is also the time for them to make daily rounds of the ward, and after making sure that there is no problem, they are ready to go home.

After the release is over, there will naturally be a security guard who will take them back to the ward and let them go to sleep.

"It's said that Harvey will be back in two days......" The voices of the two gradually drifted away.

And in the corner of the windy hall, a TV program is playing on a high shelf.

"It is reported that Harvey Dante, after escaping from the mental hospital, was arrested during an attempt to ransack the Gotham Trust Bank, along with more than a dozen of his men."

"It is worth noting that in this unfinished crime, it is Batman who has disappeared for two and a half years who has completed the arrest process."

"Beside him, there seems to be a new vigilante who had previously injured more than a hundred people."

The prime-time evening news was unsurprisingly broadcast.

"This is a blatant violation of human rights, Harvey is suffering mentally, and we are going to succeed."

Bartholomew Wauple wore a new T-shirt today with a big cross drawn on the bat icon on his chest.

"But Batman fights all crimes, and it is the use of the mentally ill that people sympathize with to commit truly harmful criminal acts."

"You didn't figure out the causal relationship!"

The debate on television continues.

The patient's pale face, with his dull eyes, regained focus.

"Bat...... Bat ...... "His voice was hoarse, because he hadn't used it for a long time, and he was even a little rusty.

"Bat ......"

Gradually, the originally harmless and indifferent face became vivid again.

Immediately, he smiled widely.

This smile is really crazy, after all, the curvature of the corners of the mouth is almost exaggerated, as if it wants to grin to the root of the ear.

At the Gotham Police Station, a middle-aged litigant is chattering while wiping beads of sweat from his fat face.

"Hey! My client experienced severe mental stimulation, which is a proper injury, and there is also a planting! You have no proof! ”

Gordon, who was on the side, waved his hand irritably as if he hadn't heard.

"This is serious mental and physical damage to my client, enough for you to order the arrest of the Cloak Freak and the Masked Bastard."

"Director...... You, do you know what I mean? ”

Seeing that the other party was still holding a cigar in his mouth, swallowing clouds and spitting fog, as a lawyer, he was a little unconfident.

"Okay......" Gordon finally spoke, "Merkel, give him a release order." ”

"What about habeas corpus?"

Gordon ignored the shouting behind him, and instead walked towards the stairs.

"Damn, isn't there any other news?"

"People love him to death, and it's all this kind of reporting these days."

A teenager was sitting sullenly at the window, and the living room behind him was full of needles and bottles.

The two on the couch muttered to each other, from the beginning to the back.

"Really...... I can't see any hope. ”

There were sighs from behind, but the boy just stayed quietly by the window.

But then, the eyes of the young man in the darkness were suddenly illuminated by a burst of light.

In Gotham City's high-rise buildings, countless colorful neon lights.

On the crowd of drunken gold fans, enjoying the nightlife and the shelter of darkness.

On the surface of the cloudy clouds that hang over the city all year round and will not dissipate for a long time.

A huge bat sign is emanating from the projection lights on the top floor of the police station, standing proudly above all the lights.

"Is this your new friend?" Gordon looked at Rorschach in his masked state, his face unkind.

It's this kid who keeps the police station and the hospital in a state of extreme chaos throughout the day.

"He just came to the city."

Gordon spat out a smoke ring, then nodded helplessly.

"Okay, contact me this time, what's the matter?"

"Harvey's purpose in robbing the bank is not simple, have your people dug up any clues?"

"No, when Harvey came to the cell, he didn't talk much."

"I'll eat him."

Rorschach on the side spoke in surprise.

As long as the whole individual is devoured, the web of conspiracy can obtain all the information it wants.

"It's not going to work."

Batman decisively refused.

"We've interrogated several of his subordinates, and he seems to be trying to raise money to buy something, but he hasn't revealed anything."

"Have you searched their houses?"

"Of course, but again, nothing was found."

Gordon handed over two pages of paper, exactly what they had gotten from Harvey's minions, the places they had passed.

"No, there already is."

Batman handed back the paper and continued.

"Harvey's location will not be without purpose, and he has prepared a place to store what he has bought."

"And then?" Gordon's eyes were puzzled.

Of the five locations he chose, apart from the one that was successfully used to launder money in the bank robbery, the remaining four locations were on two sections of the same street.

"Somebody's luring us to that crossroads, a familiar trick, isn't it?"

"Riddler ......" Even Gordon took a breath at the moment.

If the penguins, as the "King of Gotham", seized the opportunity to develop rapidly during the time when Batman disappeared and continued to expand their territory.

The Riddler has disappeared in the past two years, and there are even faint signs of goodness.

But it's never a good thing that he's keeping a low profile, because his crimes may not even be noticed.

Or even if it is detected, the victim cannot send a message.

Compared with the Penguin Man's crime of almost public, this silent crime in the shadows is more dangerous and terrifying.

"Is this a puzzle set up for us to solve?"

Rorschach looked at the bat motif in the sky.

It seems that this does mean something.

"Well, then ......," Gordon was about to say something, but only the wind blew on the roof except him.

"It's so annoying, it's nostalgic." Gordon didn't rush downstairs or turn off the lights, but finished enjoying the cigar on the spot.