American manga: Batman after graduating from the madhouse

Gotham, where the night sky is covered with clouds and weird Gothic buildings stand tall, is a paradise for the rich, powerful, gangsters and criminals. It is a hell for the poor, upright people and the weak. Under the glitz, there are hidden things. Dirt.

This is Gotham, the city with the highest crime rate in America.

If you want to survive in this sinful city filled with gangs, drugs, careerists and power seekers, anarchists and patients with antisocial personality disorder, perverted murderers and psychological distortions, you need some handy guys. Like... fear.

Even early in school I was considered a freak simply because I had a skinny, scarecrow-like figure.They beat me, laughed at me, and did all kinds of crazy things to me without any bottom line. I tried to call the police, but it was in vain. How could the people standing on the bridge know the feeling of drowning?

When I was once again locked in an abandoned dark room with only a dilapidated and eerie scarecrow next to me, fear overwhelmed me. I screamed in horror, but no one heard me. Maybe they wouldn't care if they heard me.

I huddled in the darkest corner and prayed, but it was no use. Even God would not care for the humble freak in the dark corner. Only the scarecrow looked at me quietly in the dark. Only the scarecrow...

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The drunkard walked into the convenience restaurant as usual. This 24-hour convenience restaurant is a paradise for homeless people at night. Stale or expired but cheap food is the favorite of the poor.He heard that Arkham Asylum had been lost, but he didn't care. Anyone who could live day by day knew that filling his stomach was the most important thing.

"I need some ale and some fucking burgers." The female clerk did not give him the free burgers that had not been sold in the morning and were stale in the evening as usual. "We're not offering free burgers today, sorry sir."

"Shift!" The drunk man was in a bad mood, cursing and preparing to leave, but the female clerk stopped him. "I thought I could give you some burgers if you could help me get rid of that huddled guy in the corner, I always thought he was a bit scary..."

The drunk man was overjoyed. Looking at the guy's size, he knew he couldn't beat him.

He staggered towards the person in the corner, grabbed his shoulders from behind, and tried to take off his weird hat, "Hey, you bastard, I..." Before he finished speaking, Jonathan Klein suddenly He turned around and sprayed a large amount of unknown gas on the drunk man with the sprayer on his hand.Ahem, ahem.The drunk man covered his face and staggered back, "You are riding a horse..." He was stunned. There was no one in front of him. A terrifying monster with a rotten face and white worms wrapped around his face was approaching him step by step... "Ah! Ah! !" Without looking back, he ran as fast as he could until he reached the porch, as if all the demons from hell were out in force, chasing after him.Outside the restaurant, the moonlight was pale and cold, making the door pillars look like bones, and the remains of a giant beast suddenly appeared.

"Run." The voice behind him was as dry as bones, as if it was about to return to dust, exuding a musty smell like scraps of sheepskin and curtains on a tomb.

Outside the restaurant, lightning split the night sky in half. The drunkard was horrified to find that the restaurant had changed. There were ferocious demons all around, holding knives and forks and smiling maliciously at him...

"Ahhh! Don't come close to me!" He didn't know where the courage came from. He took out his knife and stabbed the demon who approached him like crazy...

People watched in horror as the drunk man stabbed the waiter like crazy, and the poor waiter whined in pain. This poor man just wanted to care about him.

The Scarecrow raised his arms and laughed wildly, spraying fear gas around him.

"Gotham, I'm back!" he announced.

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There is a prison called Penadoro in the Caribbean. Legend has it that only the most vicious perverts can survive in this hell.

I survived.

I was born in prison and my mother died when I was six.I was naive and didn't know what that meant, but soon, a dirty pervert set his sights on me.

When he tried to abduct me to his cell, I jumped down, from the sixth floor.

Everyone thought I was dead, and I was.Since that day, the six-year-old boy has died, but a man named Bane has stood up in the mud.

While in coma, I had a fatal nightmare.Bat, a huge bat demon rushed towards me. The moment it opened its ferocious wings and bit me, I woke up.

The first thing after waking up, I picked up a screwdriver on the ground, then found the pervert, stabbed him one after another, and killed him in full view of everyone.

The warden declared that I would bring disaster, and his angry roar spread throughout the prison, so I, the bane, was thrown into the Tidal Prison, where no one has ever survived in death.

But I survived. 10 years, it took me 10 years to climb out of that prison. For 10 years, I endured hellish torture and survived by eating cave creatures and dead fish and shrimps brought in from the sea.Every night, I battled nightmares and fears.

The moment I walked out of the cell, I became a legend in Penadoro.

To everyone's surprise, I didn't dominate the prison with my fists and prestige. That would be too narrow-minded.I asked the warden to give me books, lots and lots of books.Day and night, I desperately absorbed knowledge, and the terrifying bat demon lingered in my mind.

Books have become my only connection with the outside world and a ladder for me to climb over high walls.

I discovered that I was very smart, and soon I read all the books in prison at the rate of three a day.But I wasn't satisfied, I needed more.

In the past few years, while I have mastered multiple languages ​​and become familiar with physics and chemistry, I insist on doing a thousand push-ups and sit-ups every day. I can feel that I am getting stronger day by day.

When the warden assigned me to be a test subject for the military's secret experiment, I knew it was time to smash through this hell.

I understand that he wants to kill people with a borrowed knife, but I don't care, I need this potion called Titan Venom, I need strength.

Beyond his imagination, I survived all the experiments and I gained strength.Of course, there are some small side effects, such as I was forced to wear a damn mask and use my trachea to transport venom to myself at all times, and for example, I became bald.

But it didn't matter, it was all worth it when I threw the Warden out of the helicopter.

My followers ask me, where do we go next?

I just smiled and looked at the huge black shadow of the bat on the newspaper, "Gotham. Let's go to Gotham." I replied.