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The roar of unknown monsters resounded in the dark city, but Batman brought a new weapon. He first used the familiar bomb batarang to stun the monster, and then shot a tranquilizer that was enough to stun a mammoth for an instant.

Watching the monster fall and slowly shrink into an ordinary person, Batman walked over to him and took away the used syringe.

He had now found a way to deal with the monsters, for while the Glimmer Potion would make them extremely destructive, it would also render them irrational.

The brainless monster, although difficult to deal with, is nothing more than a toy to Batman.

It was just half of the night. After many searches, Batman still had no concrete clues. However, no one in Gotham was more informed than the Penguin about things that were spread among gangs.

The Penguin is sitting in the luxurious suite of the Iceberg Restaurant, smoking a cigarette. The underground world of Gotham has not been stable recently. He is the underground king of Gotham, but now something is challenging his majesty.

"Glimmer potion..."

When this thing appeared, Penguin saw it even earlier than Batman. Someone wanted to use this to make a deal with himself, but he didn't agree.

Suddenly there was a chill on his back, but he did not panic. He just sighed and turned around in his chair, looked at Batman who suddenly arrived, and said helplessly:

"Why are you here again?"

Batman was still the same, expressionless and very intimidating. He looked at Penguin and said calmly:

"Cobot, someone is challenging your position, aren't you anxious?"

Penguin took a few more puffs of cigarette and replied:

"I do have new information, but why should I tell you? You and I are not friends."

A batarang was inserted into the table in front of Penguin. Penguin twitched the corner of his mouth and said angrily:

"Hey? I haven't committed any crime lately!"

But what met him was Batman's calm gaze. He couldn't help but shudder, lowered his head and said:

"These potions came from the hands of a man named Baron, but no one has seen this Baron."

Batman said nothing and continued to look at him.

"Don't look at me like that, I only have this little information."

The Penguin turned around and put out his cigarette butts, saying helplessly, then turned around again, only to find that Batman was gone.

"Yeah, it feels familiar."

Cobot took a long puff of cigarette, lay down on the chair and exhaled happily.

As Batman said, he had no news about the appearance of the Baron and the Glimmer Potion. This was undoubtedly a challenge to his status, but after his investigation, there was no substantial news.

This also confirmed to him that this baron was not a simple figure, but why should he be anxious?In Gotham, any trouble would be solved, so why should he bother?

"Batman is a good fighter."

The Penguin let out a few unexplained laughs and then lay down comfortably on the chair.

......

"Jonathan Crane...Jonathan Crane..."

At this time, Scarecrow, who was being imprisoned in Arkham Asylum, opened his eyes. He heard someone calling him. The sound seemed like a pile of weeds fighting.

He looked around and saw that it was still a familiar room. He, like everyone around him, had been caught by Batman, but in fact they had many ways to get out of here openly.

But they didn't, they liked this feeling, they would always sneak out at a good time, do something interesting, attract Batman, and then be caught again.

They're having fun playing the game, and it's like being a... Batman fanatic?Illegitimate meal?Thinking of the scarecrow, he laughed out loud, but he heard the weeds calling his name again.

"Jonathan Crane..."

"who is it?"

The Scarecrow stood up and suddenly found that the silence here was unnatural. He put his face to the iron fence and found that everyone was in the same posture.

They were holding their heads in their hands, with frightened expressions on their faces, and their eyeballs seemed to be squeezed out of their sockets. The Scarecrow could tell what state they were in at a glance.

That was fear, something he was familiar with and good at creating fear.

"My things were stolen?"

The Scarecrow thought of this for the first time, but the next moment, he felt that the world had changed, and everything in front of him was quickly regressing and finally spinning.

The Scarecrow looked at the surrounding environment. Isn't it a cell in Arkham Asylum? It looks like a farm?He glanced at the room next to him, but there was no one there, and then looked into the distance.

A wheat field, a moon, a dim yellow light bulb hanging from a pole, and a... tattered scarecrow?

"what's going on."

He was wondering what he had encountered, but the scarecrow seemed to move suddenly.

"Am I wrong?"

Jonathan Crane frowned, but what happened in the next moment proved that he was right. The scarecrow moved, and the scarecrow changed posture in front of his eyes.

He was curious, but he was not afraid. Thanks to the fear gas, he no longer knew what fear felt like. There was only one thing in the world that could cause him fear, and that was Batman.

That's why he likes playing with Batman, because he's missing the emotion that only Batman can give him.

Jonathan Crane slowly approaches the weird scarecrow. In a quiet wheat field at night, there is a scarecrow under dim light. At first glance, this scene is quite warm.

He touched the scarecrow's face with his hand, and then he saw... the scarecrow's face was cracked, and the grass inside was sharp and cold, like... fangs?

Then he met a pair of small eyes with red light, and suddenly he felt that the world was spinning again and turned into a school.

"Oh no."

Jonathan Crane's hand was still in the air. He already knew where this place was, and then a group of boys suddenly appeared in front of him. They trampled a thin man under their feet and beat him wantonly.

"No, you can't do that."

Jonathan Crane rushed over, trying to stop the boys, but he passed through them and could only watch the thin boy being beaten until his face was covered with blood.

"Hahaha, look at his skinny appearance, does he look like a scarecrow?"

"Indeed, it looks like a tattered scarecrow!"

Jonathan Crane was kneeling on the ground, holding his head in his hands and mumbling

"No no...you can't do this."

But the world spun again, and the scene reached a small room. The thin boy from before was kneeling on the ground, and a red-faced man was beating him hard with a belt.

Finally, the woman on the ground next to her couldn't bear it anymore, so she stepped forward and pushed the man away, shouting:

"He is your son! Do you want to beat him to death?!"

The little boy said nothing. The red-faced man slapped the woman to the ground, then squatted down and looked at the little boy, and said coldly:

"My son, you are a waste!"

"You always let people bully you, and then you come home crying! You don't know how to defeat others!"

Then the man pointed to the woman lying on the ground and continued:

"Look! Your mother! She loves you very much, but because of me, I make her afraid!"

"So even if she loves you very much, she doesn't dare to come over to help you again!"

The man stood up and continued to beat, while saying:

"You will only be afraid of others! But you have no ability to make others afraid of you!"

"You are trash!"

Jonathan Crane had tears streaming down his face. He watched helplessly as the little boy was beaten and dying, and then the man extended his claws to the woman who fell to the ground.

"No no... no!"

Jonathan looked in the direction of the man, and his muttering turned into shouting.

But the world spun again, and he returned to the wheat field. The quiet world made him a little uncomfortable, and then he looked at the scarecrow again.

I found that the scarecrow was no longer leaning on the shelf. It was standing not far from him in a strange posture, with the dim lamp hanging on one arm.

He felt fear. Yes, Jonathan, who had been physically sentenced to have no fear, encountered the second thing that frightened him.

Even the fear Batman gave him was like the difference between a drop of water and an ocean compared to this scarecrow.

He shed a cold sweat and moved backward silently. Seeing that he was getting further and further away from the scarecrow, he secretly relaxed in his heart.

But suddenly!The scarecrow moved!It began to contort itself, and Jonathan shuddered, and he increased his speed.

But soon, the scarecrow raised his head and stared at Jonathan with two red eyes.

Jonathan couldn't move at this time, his body didn't obey the instructions of his brain. He could only stare at the scarecrow and pray that it wouldn't get close to him.

But contrary to expectations, the scarecrow suddenly rushed towards him at an extremely fast speed and in a weird posture.

Jonathan closed his eyes in fear and shouted:

"Do not--!"