American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

Batman fell to the ground, his hands were shaking due to excessive force, and from Batman's perspective, two poisonous snakes were wrapped around his arms, tightening his arms.

One of the poisonous snakes pounced towards him with its tongue sticking out and its fangs bared. Batman struggled hard.

Scarecrow Jonathan took an electric baton and hit Batman on the head hard. Electric current flashed and Batman fell to the ground gasping for breath. Fear had taken root in his subconscious.

"You know what?" Jonathan bent down and poked Batman's face with the electric baton. "I envy you guys. Look at your strong body and sturdy arms. You're like a giant!"

"Look at me again... I'm like a branch that falls down with the wind. I hate this." Jonathan reached out and stuffed the straw that burst out of his stomach into his clothes to make himself look stronger.

"But, you giants, you still fell at my feet! Do you think that your strong bodies are your capital? Do you think that you are powerful?"

"No! Under your strong appearance, you are extremely weak! You are afraid to see your true self. You are scared. You are scared like a puddle of mud. When you scream at the top of your lungs, you are no better than a delicate little girl."

Jonathan said excitedly, pacing back and forth.

Since ancient times, villains have died because of their talkativeness, but if this kind of excitement is not expressed out loud, it would be a pity and too painful.

Just like a great work, if no one appreciates it, it will be the biggest failure! If possible, Jonathan even wants to go to the Gotham TV Tower to announce his success to everyone!

"Oh, it looks like someone wants to meet you." Jonathan took out a pager from his arms and walked upstairs with some boredom.

Batman, who was lying on the ground, struggled to turn over and leaned against the wall. His head under the mask seemed to have been washed by water. He took two deep breaths, gritted his teeth, and raised his hands.

Trying not to think about the painful things, I raised my hand and hit my waist, and a sharp pain came from my back.

Batman fell to the ground again, his body shaking even more violently. In order to prevent Scarecrow from poisoning the air, he made another preparation.

On the back of his armor, he added four injection holes, which were equipped with poison gas samples obtained from Gotham University, temporary serums made from them, and two potions to restore physical strength.

The potion took effect in his body, Batman gritted his teeth and roared in pain, scenes echoing in his mind.

"Bruce..."

In the moment of unconsciousness, Batman, no, Bruce Wayne, heard the voice of his father Thomas again.

It was as if Thomas' soul was still guarding him. Although Bruce hoped so, the relief from the pain made it easy for him to shatter this beautiful imagination.

This is the recording, the only recording of Thomas Wayne in the study in the Wayne mansion, of him teaching young Bruce…

Bruce had memorized the lines by heart. He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and climbed up from the ground again.

Those hallucinations reappeared again and again as he took action. The surroundings were not the second floor of a mental hospital, but more like a hell where demons were rampant in his eyes.

"When... faced with seemingly insurmountable odds."

Batman forced himself to stand up, raised his head, and merged with the voice in his head.

"Your only option is to act quickly. Some people would even advocate abandoning rationality and removing the most dangerous elements first, and then... methodically! Overcoming those difficulties and challenges one by one!"

Batman walked forward, and the illusion before him was a bottomless crater with boiling lava flowing underneath and hot air waves blowing in his face.

He gritted his teeth and ran forward. Swarms of bats flew towards him, their membrane-covered wings flapping on his face and their sharp claws scratching his body.

Batman stepped heavily on the ground with his black combat boots, and rushed forward madly, not fearing the mountains of swords and seas of fire before him, or the memories that made his heart tremble.

Fear does not belong to him, but he is the one who brings fear to those criminals in the dark! He is Batman!

"what!!!"

Batman roared and rushed up the stairs. Scarecrow, who had just climbed to the third floor, heard the angry beast-like sound and looked behind him in disbelief, but before he could turn around.

Batman swung a punch, hitting him hard on the back, and Scarecrow Jonathan flew out directly, his body scraping the ground and falling three or four meters away.

Ignoring the pain, Jonathan quickly rolled over. Batman had already jumped over, his black cape billowing behind him, spreading out like bat wings, and falling towards him.

"How come you..." Jonathan asked in disbelief. The hallucination caused by the fear toxin could not be eliminated.

"I have overcome my fear, now it's your turn! Tell me what you are afraid of!" Batman shouted in a rough voice, even the voice changer could not conceal his anger.

Batman grabbed Jonathan's hand as he was about to launch a sneak attack and pressed it against his face. Batman twisted the small valve on his wrist to the maximum, and green fear gas spurted out instantly.

"Tell me! What do you see! Who is your fear!"

"what!!!!!"

After Jonathan inhaled a breath of horrible poison gas, he looked at Batman who looked like a devil. Under the influence of the gas hallucination, his psychological defenses collapsed instantly, and his pants were wet and stuck to his legs.

He stared at Batman with his eyes fixed, his trembling body making him unable to make any sound, like a carp that was deprived of oxygen, his mouth opened and closed in a daze.

Batman looked at the frightened Scarecrow, let him go, and looked around. There was a conspicuous sign hanging on the wall.

There was a red arrow on the location of Ward 3129, as if pointing the way. Batman swallowed and took a breath, even though he had removed the fear toxin.

However, he had lost too much strength...

Alfred!

Batman stepped forward. Even if this was hell, he would rush in without hesitation!

Guided by the arrow, Batman pushed open a ward door. Inside was a single room, a safe room, with walls, floor and ceiling all covered with sponge.

This kind of room is prepared to prevent patients from committing suicide, but you can see that the sponges are full of holes and pits, as if they were bitten by wild beasts.

A man in a white restraint suit and a black bag was tied to a chair. On the sturdy restraint suit, Alfred's name was written in black marker: Pennyworth.

"Alfred?"

Batman stepped forward and reached out to pull down the black bag, but underneath the bag was not Alfred's appearance, but a hairy man.

The man raised his head, his eyes became confused after inhaling the poisonous gas of fear, but his nose smelled something.

The smell of fear gas from Batman, that special smell of poison gas, was like a chain reaction, making the man instantly angry, and he opened his mouth and bit Batman.

“Ah, ahhhh!!!”

The man roared and stood up. His hair grew longer and his muscles swelled up, just like the werewolf in the strange legend. The restraint suit could not stop him and was torn apart.

The pupil camera on Batman's eye also fed back information from the Batcomputer. Even without this information, Batman recognized this person.

During the Arkham Asylum breakout, the werewolf he defeated, severe mental patients, Arkham Asylum stars, and even some military agencies have inquired about his information.

"Ha... I'm suddenly a little curious about who played this trick." Batman made a rare joke.

The werewolf broke free from the restraints, raised his head and howled, as if celebrating this hard-earned freedom.

Batman knows his situation, so he strikes first!

He took a step forward, reached out and grabbed the exoskeleton glove at his waist, which stuck to the back of his hand like a layer of metal bone.

A heavy punch hit the werewolf's jaw. Before he could finish celebrating, he was knocked backwards by the punch.