"I'm starting to believe now that he's a 'God'," Batman said, standing in the heavy Rainstorm, his expression grave as he looked at the horizon.
Summoning wind and rain, accompanied by lightning—what else could that be but a God?
Clark was also witnessing Dane use his abilities in this way for the first time. He had always thought of him as a fighting God.
"There's some kind of medicinal component in the rain."
In the heavy Rainstorm, a few drops inevitably fell into his mouth. Nightwing tasted it and discovered this situation.
"This should be the antidote for the fear gas. He was indeed involved from the beginning."
Batman was displeased. He said he wouldn't interfere, but it turned out he was just misleading them.
But soon, his expression suddenly changed. If Dane was involved from the very beginning, then through whom?
How was he involved?
During his previous interrogation of the mercenaries, he learned that Arkham Knight had taken Poison Ivy, and she seemed unaffected by the fear gas.
Like Jason, Batman quickly realized that Poison Ivy's physical characteristic could be used to create an antidote for the gas.
Arkham Knight and Dane are working together!
Batman suddenly turned to look at Superman. Clark was startled by his serious demeanor:
"What's wrong?"
"Arkham Knight and your group are working together?"
"Arkham Knight? Who is that?"
Clark was puzzled. Come on, how could Dane involve him in such a brainy plan?
Batman quickly figured this out. He gritted his teeth and said, "What a cunning fellow!"
"Uh, what exactly are you two talking about?"
Nightwing was confused. Had he been away from Gotham for too long?
He felt like so many things were starting to make no sense.
Batman explained:
"A new guy has appeared in Gotham City, calling himself 'Arkham Knight'."
"When I found him, he was slaughtering mercenaries on the street, and I stopped him."
"Has he ever harmed good people?"
Batman looked at him sternly: "No. What are you trying to say?"
"I think, could he be helping?"
Nightwing shrugged, "After all, the streets of Gotham are full of villains and scum, as well as bloodthirsty mercenaries."
"We can't kill people!" Batman still insisted.
"But you haven't punished them either!"
Nightwing had some complaints about this. He used to have a relationship with Barbara, but it ended prematurely because of Batman.
"Have you forgotten about Barbara's incident?"
Batman's expression changed upon hearing this. Barbara's paralysis was a pain he was unwilling and dared not mention, because he knew it was his fault.
And... "That's right, Barbara!"
Batman turned and wanted to interrogate the criminals below.
Then Clark suddenly scratched his head and said, "Miss Barbara is at Wayne Manor."
Batman almost stumbled and fell. He turned his head and grabbed Clark by the collar:
"Are you telling the truth?"
"Wait, Bruce, you actually lost Barbara!"
Nightwing was very displeased. Although he and Barbara had broken up, their feelings for each other still remained.
Batman completely ignored him. He immediately connected to the Manor and finally got in touch with Alfred.
"Thank heavens, Master Wayne, you're finally safe."
"Alfred, is Barbara with you?"
"Please rest assured, Miss Barbara is very safe. She is right here. She was rescued by Young Master Damian."
"Young Master Damian? Who is that?"
Alfred dropped a bombshell:
"Young Master Damian is your biological son, Master Wayne."
Batman was certain that his brain had glitched for a moment.
Nightwing, beside him, was also stunned.
Then Alfred explained the whole story in detail, which made Batman frown deeply.
How is this matter related to Dane again? He knows too much, doesn't he?
Batman lacked trust in Dane, and by extension, he didn't quite trust this suddenly appearing son either.
He suddenly remembered, where was Arkham Knight at a time like this?
Then he suddenly slapped his head. He himself hadn't quite connected the dots. The name itself already stated the purpose!
"Dick, you and Superman return to Wayne Manor now to protect Barbara, and also, keep an eye on the person named 'Damian'."
"You suspect he's not your son?" Nightwing couldn't help but ask.
Batman didn't answer. He spread his wings and glided away.
It was fortunate that the Rainstorm had lessened, otherwise, he might not have been able to fly.
Superman and Nightwing exchanged glances. In the end, they still decided to follow Batman's advice.
Batman's destination was Arkham Asylum.
He was very familiar with this place. One could say that, besides the criminals incarcerated there, Batman was the most familiar person with Arkham.
When Batman landed on the rooftop of Arkham Asylum, he quickly noticed something unusual: the guards had all been knocked out!
He quickly went down to check. His goggles scanned their body temperatures and heart rates. Fortunately, they were only sedated.
This indicated that the assailant had some restraint. Although Batman didn't want to admit it, he confirmed that the person was not a heinous villain.
But he was very worried about the situation inside. He knew that those were basically all insane serial killers.
Given Arkham Knight's modus operandi, probably only a few would survive.
Since the guards had all been dealt with, he was able to enter the asylum unimpeded.
Soon, he saw the first dead body.
It was the Mad Hatter, with a gunshot wound to the forehead, killed instantly.
He continued forward and found the second victim, Hugo Strange. That surname immediately sounded like a Doctor.
And indeed, he was the psychologist at Arkham Asylum.
Anyone who works as a psychologist in this place is bound to be sick.
Hugo loved to impersonate Batman, repeatedly assuming his identity to "fight for justice."
Then he would use the people he caught for experiments or abuse. Now he too had been shot in the head.
Along the way, he saw more victims, the unarmored Killer Moth, Calendar Man, Riddler...
These are criminals with some reputation. There are more nameless but mentally ill prisoners who died.
Batman was shocked and felt heavy-hearted.
He quickly ran to the innermost room, where he saw the Arkham Knight and...
clown.
"It's quite a dramatic scene, isn't it?"
The Joker was surprised to see Batman.
"I knew that our destinies were already tied together, little bat, whether you agree or not."
Batman ignored the Joker's nonsense and stared at the gun-wielding Arkham Knight.
"Stop it!"
Arkham Knight turned his head, his electronic eyes looking at him without any emotion: "Why?"
"His crime should be judged by the law, not by a private individual."
"You thought he was just a vigilante, hahahahaha!" the clown laughed.
"Poor little Bat, you're wrong, he's an Avenger!"
"This is not a punishment of justice against evil, but a simple personal vendetta."
The Joker turned to look at the Arkham Knight, as if he was looking at one of his most satisfying works.
"Look how great he is, this is my work!"
Bang--!
Arkham Knight shot the Joker's left leg with a large-caliber bullet, and half of the Joker's calf was blown into a pile of meat paste.
He said indifferently: "I hope you can enjoy this pain."
Even a psychopath like the Joker couldn't help but wail in pain.
But at the same time he was laughing, like a complete lunatic.
Batman threw the bat dart, aiming at the Arkham Knight, who fired a few shots at the dart, causing a cloud of smoke to burst out of it.
He immediately switched his vision, but it was still pitch black.
"What's going on?"
The AI quickly checks itself and answers:
"It's electrosmog, it's infecting the operation of the sensor."
The Arkham Knight's mask relies on dozens of sensors outside the mask working together to gain vision.
He quickly understood Batman's intentions.
"Haha, do you think I care about the identity under the mask as much as you do? Bruce Wayne."
Bruce's attack suddenly stopped because he heard a familiar voice and he looked up in disbelief.
The smoke cleared, and the Arkham Knight raised his electronic mask, revealing Jason's more mature face.
"Jason!"
When the clown saw this scene, he couldn't help laughing despite the severe pain in his calf!
"I won! Little bat, hahahahahaha!"
Jason took advantage of Bruce's distraction and raised his gun to shoot, but he suddenly found that the gun was malfunctioning. He immediately realized that it was the electronic smoke just now.
"You actually installed a virus in there?"
Although it cannot hinder the suit for too long, this time is enough for Batman to do a lot of things.
Jason was extremely annoyed, and also annoyed at himself for not killing the Joker right away and having to say so many words...
"So I told you a long time ago, don't talk too much nonsense when doing this kind of thing."
Jason looked up, and Batman's expression changed, and he also looked up.
Suddenly, a big hole was knocked out in the ceiling, and a red figure fell from the sky.
"Since law and justice cannot punish this clown, let God decide his fate."
Dane smiled at Batman, opened his palm, and pulled out a ball of lightning.
The lightning turned into a spear and instantly pierced the clown's chest. The wound was charred black, without a trace of blood.
Joker, death.