American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

The poisonous gas of fear was released from the ventilation ducts, and the people who reacted the most were not Batman, but the crazy people who came out of the ward.

As soon as they came into contact with the fear gas, their expressions instantly became crazy. Even Carmendish, who had fallen to the ground, rushed over with red eyes and reached out to hug Batman's legs.

Not to mention the others, they all rushed over here in an instant, ready to tear Batman to pieces with their fangs and claws.

Even their bodies were twisted. Along with the intense heartbeats, their black and white striped hospital gowns were torn apart, revealing their bodies with bulging blood vessels and bulging muscles.

Batman didn't have time to care about this. He kicked Carmendish away and knocked down a madman with a backhand punch.

But he obviously underestimated the madness of these lunatics. He usually dealt with those thugs with one punch each, which made them retreat a few steps and even fall to the ground.

But they immediately got up and pounced on Batman like zombies, opening their mouths to bite Batman. Batman did not tolerate them and directly handed over his metal arm armor.

With a click, the madman's teeth were covered in blood as he was kicked back by Batman. He reached out and grabbed the madman, then twisted his arm with his backhand and kicked him to the ground.

Batman took out a pair of transformable handcuffs from his universal belt. The finger-sized iron box instantly turned into a pair of handcuffs and handcuffed the madman's left wrist and right ankle.

Making him fall to the ground, unable to even get up, this effective method instantly made Batman feel much more relaxed, and he swung his fists more forcefully, directly targeting those weak spots.

However, just as Batman was fighting with these lunatics.

Hugo Strange, in the top-floor office, took off his white coat and other clothes, revealing his strong body underneath.

His strong muscles make him look more like a bodybuilder or a professional wrestler. In any case, he doesn't look like a doctor who specializes in psychiatry.

Strange stood up and pushed open the wall of bookshelves behind him. A light came on from inside. A Batman suit that was perfectly replicated according to his body shape was placed in the display cabinet inside.

Although it is a perfect one-to-one replica, the material is only superficial and not substantial. The cloak behind is made of better fiber fabric, but it cannot be transformed into a hang glider.

The equipment he was wearing was a Kairav ​​bulletproof vest, but it did not have a thickened breastplate, and the golden bat logo on the chest was just for show.

It's a bat mask with two pointed ears, and there's no long-range radio in the ears, but it's enough.

Strange looked at the outfit with satisfaction, reached out and picked up a box of black foundation, and began to apply it on his eye sockets.

He liked the look of Batman, the perfect embodiment of fear, darkness, bats, it was a genius who came up with this.

However, tonight is the day Batman dies, but it is not necessarily the day Batman dies, but Bruce Wayne. Strange puts on this bat suit.

He could also be Batman, but not the Batman who roams at night, but the Batman who destroys Gotham!

With the mask on his head, Strange moved his arms and body, and turned his neck left and right. He showed great flexibility and walked out of the office with anticipation in his eyes.

On the first floor, Batman had broken through the interception network formed by dozens of lunatics. His fist landed solidly on the face of a lunatic, and with a thud, he knocked him against the wall.

Before he could even struggle, Batman kneed him in the stomach, punched him three times in a row, causing stars to appear before his eyes, and then broke his arm joints with a snap, throwing him to the ground.

It took less than ten seconds, with clean and neat movements, and he was hit so hard that he couldn't even get up.

The only two crazy people left on the stairs turned around and ran away in fear.

They are crazy, they are mad, they are wild, but that just means they are stupid, which makes it obvious that they cannot be defeated!

But before they could run up the stairs, they were kicked down by Jonathan, the scarecrow wearing a torn sack hood.

The two men rolled down the stairs like rolling gourds. Batman took the grappling gun and shot at the ceiling of the second floor.

The hook flew out, pulling Batman with the rope, dodging the two lunatics who rolled down, and landed on the second floor.

As soon as it fell, all the lights around it lit up, and the sudden illumination made Batman raise his hands to shield his eyes from the light and adjust to the brightness.

Jonathan walked over quietly with an electric baton in his hand. He looked like a real scarecrow, with dry straw stuffed in his sleeves, collar, and under his trouser legs.

His originally tall and thin body seemed a little stronger with the straw filling, but his unsteady steps were still the same, and Batman could hear his so-called light steps clearly.

"Go to hell!" Jonathan grinned and stabbed Batman with the electric baton that was sparking.

Batman raised his hand to block his sight, but suddenly lowered his arm and the bat dart he had prepared flew towards him.

There were two clang sounds in succession, and the first bat dart hit the electric baton in Jonathan's hand, causing it to swing backwards.

The second dart directly knocked the electric baton away.

Before Jonathan could react, Batman punched him in the stomach. His stomach, which was filled with straw, made a dull thud when hit by the punch.

Jonathan screamed and bent over to spit out a mouthful of bitterness, but Batman would not give him a chance. When he bent over, he punched him in the face again.

"Say! Where's Alfred?!"

Batman grabbed Jonathan's neck and slammed him against the wall. The rage that was suppressed in his heart exploded at this moment, and Batman roared like a lion about to eat people.

"Tell me, where is Alfred?!"

"Cough cough..." Jonathan coughed twice, reached out and grabbed Batman's wrist like an iron clamp, trying to pry his palm open.

But it was a bit wishful thinking for a thin psychology professor to compete in strength with a young, strong and well-trained crime fighter.

After struggling for a few times, Jonathan seemed to have accepted his fate and stopped struggling, looking up at Batman's mask.

"Tell me, what do you see now?" Jonathan tilted his head and said weakly, as if he had given up.

"A cowardly coward!" Batman sneered bluntly, and increased the strength in his hands a little more.

Although Batman could strangle Jonathan's neck if he wanted to, he wouldn't do that.

"Haha, what a portrayal, I'm a coward?" Jonathan raised his hand, his eyes full of innocence.

As a psychologist, he knows how to show weakness, how to make the other party let down their guard, and how to lure the other party into a trap.

like this!

Jonathan pointed at Batman, and a green fear gas sprayed from the thin tube on his finger onto Batman's face.

"I prepared something new just for you. This can't be blocked by a gas mask. Besides... don't you feel that there are some changes around you?"

Batman raised his other hand to cover his face, and at the same time increased his strength, but it was like a drop in the ocean and he grabbed nothing.

The scarecrow has disappeared! Poison gas!

Batman also reacted, but the air filter in his mouth didn't seem to respond.

"look here!"

Jonathan's voice came from behind Batman. Batman turned around and punched without hesitation.

The Scarecrow's body was like an empty sack, flattened by Batman's fist.

But it seemed as if something was crashing inside the scarecrow's body, causing it to rush left and right, twisting his body.

Batman looked at the two holes on the Scarecrow's mask that revealed his eyes. A fist-sized black shadow flew out from it and pounced towards Batman.

This familiar scene also awakened the fear deep in Batman's heart. It was the bat!

A bat flew over and hit Batman in the face, scaring him so much that he leaned back. He seemed to be back in that summer, the past that he least wanted to recall.

Then, countless bats flew out of the Scarecrow's body, and densely packed bats circled around Batman.

Squeak, squeak, the calls of bats echoed around.

"Bruce." A familiar voice sounded.

"Dad..." Bruce said tremblingly.

He fell to the bottom of the well, and his father, Thomas Wayne, was lowered down from above with a rope and reached out to him.

He also stretched out his hand, trying to grab him, bang! The sudden sound of a gunshot made Batman's blood run cold.

In that nightmare alley, bang! Another gunshot rang out, and the sound of a clattering gun fell to the ground.

Another bat appeared before his eyes, the bat opened its mouth, bared its teeth, and bit him.

"what!!!"

Batman raised his head and yelled, and his rapidly beating heart pulled him back into the well.

He is falling!

He is not the invincible Batman who has learned hundreds of kinds of kung fu, but the weak and helpless Bruce Wayne, the boy who fell to the bottom of the well and broke his leg.

Dense swarms of bats flew over, surrounded him, and bit him with their teeth, tearing every inch of his skin.

"Bruce..." The familiar voice sounded again.

He looked up and wanted to ask his father for help, but what he saw was the body lying in a pool of blood and Thomas's last reluctant look.

"no no!!!"

Batman briefly broke free from the painful illusion, just like sticking his head out of a drowning dream and breathing a breath of oxygen.

Jonathan looked at him curiously, "You are really strange. Unfortunately, I can't give you anything. I can only let you die in fear, forever... forever."

As he spoke, Jonathan raised the electric baton in his hand and smashed it on Batman's head like a hammer.