Comic: Becoming a Phantom Thief to Steal Hearts

When Dick opened his eyes, he found himself in the prison cell of Arkham Asylum again.

The top of his head was bandaged, and his whole body ached terribly, as if he had just been beaten.

What happened just now, was it just a dream, or something else...

"Hey, you're awake."

A greeting came from the cell.

Dick sat up in shock and anxiety, and looked at the cell where he was again. He was very sure that he was the only one here.

"Who are you? Why don't you come out?"

Dick jumped up, stood beside the bed and squatted down, looking under the bed. This was the only place in the empty cell where someone might be hiding.

But the strange thing is that it is so dark under the bed that you can't see anything. This is obviously not a place where you can't see anything.

There were constant sounds coming from the sheets, mattress, and bed frame.

Dick searched carefully as he listened to the fellow's chatter.

"Hahahaha, you seem to be scared by me. It's okay to be scared. After all, thinking is the scariest thing."

"Although we are in the era of multiverses, people can even travel to different dimensions, but they can never explore other people's inner universes. Dreams are like the keyhole of the inner universe, which can take us to explore the world."

"What do you see in your keyhole? Anxiety? Regret? Self-defeat?"

Dick was fed up with this guy who was hiding, and shouted, "Shut up! Come out now!"

There was a "pop", and a person's head appeared on the wrinkled quilt on the ground.

"It's me! Are you surprised?" the head growing out of the quilt said with a smile.

The roommate mentioned by Two-Face turned out to be Scarecrow, but was Scarecrow in the cell from the beginning, or did he suddenly appear here?

Dick could no longer judge.

The scarecrow's two noodle hands seem to be suspended by two invisible steel cables, hanging in mid-air like a puppet.

He picked up the sheets on the floor and asked through gritted teeth, "Did you use fear gas on me?"

"I'm so sorry. I've changed my mind. I didn't do it." The Scarecrow said with a smile. "They promised me that as long as I behave well, they can let me out immediately. I'm not like you, I still have to stay here. It took a long time.”

His face was very close and he smiled maliciously, "We all know what you did. It's really impressive..."

In an instant, Dick's memory came back to him.

He stood under the scarlet light, and what seemed to be Batgirl was lying on the ground, with only one breath left.

Dick couldn't believe it. This must have been a mistake. There was no way he had done it!

Memory and reality are intertwined, and the scarecrow's voice in my ears becomes more and more terrifying.

"Nightwing, even if you deny it, it won't change the reality. It was you who killed Batman~"

I...I killed Bruce?

Dick was stunned. In his memory, his hands were full of blood, and Batman's body was lying on the ground. Everything was so real, as if it all really happened.

The two-faced man next door praised him appropriately, "Well done. You accomplished something that none of us could do. It's amazing!"

No...no...none of this is right!

Dick balled up his fists and banged the door hard.

"Let me out! I didn't kill Batman! There must be some misunderstanding!"

He has to get out! Only by going out can we have a chance to investigate the truth!

Scarecrow came to Dick and handed him a piece of paper, which turned out to be a map of Arkham Asylum.

"How much do you know about non-Euclidean geometry?" said the Scarecrow. "This place is always changing. It's not easy to draw a map."

His fingertips slid over different areas of the map, "Are we here? Maybe here? Um... or here?"

When did the layout of Arkham Asylum change to this? Dick blinked in confusion. Logically speaking, he should know this place very well.

At this moment, footsteps came from outside the door.

"Hush, the guards are coming." Dick warned the scarecrow in a low voice before he had time to think.

When necessary, even former enemies can join forces. What's more, Dick still has many things to figure out now. So what if he teamed up with Scarecrow to escape from prison? The worst is to catch him back later.

Dick leaned on the small window on the door and looked out into the corridor. It seemed that two guards were escorting the newcomers.

One of the guards complained, "I can't pull her anymore. Ninety percent of this woman is made of metal!"

Dick's eyes widened, trying to get a clear look at the prisoner's appearance. The long red hair looked somewhat familiar.

…Wait, is that Barbara? !

"Barbara!" Dick tried in vain to stretch out an arm through the small window, but unfortunately he could not do anything.

The pig-headed guards took Barbara away. They were right. Barbara's body was covered with metal, parasitic on her body like disgusting bugs.

Barbara looked in pain, and... was she still alive like this?

"Hold on, Barbara." Dick looked at Barbara with her head hanging down in pain, not knowing whether she was alive or dead. "I swear, I will definitely save you!"

Such a bold statement naturally provoked glares and scoldings from the pig-headed guard escorting Barbara.

"Damn it!" Dick punched the iron door again.

Why did things suddenly become like this? Barbara, she obviously...should be well protected...?

"my memory……?"

"Scream, scream, whatever you want, Arkham Asylum is always full of screams." The Scarecrow said sarcastically, interrupting Dick's thinking just right.

Dick turned around and grabbed him by the collar, "Where's your map?"

Facing the angry Dick, the Scarecrow was not only not afraid, but even had a smile on his face, "You have to put me down first, then I can find the map."

"Hurry!" said Dick testily.

His enthusiasm and tenderness are reserved for his family, and he is not worthy of the Scarecrow.

The Scarecrow put his hand into the loose prison uniform and dug for a long time. He took out a piece of paper with two fingers and said in an exaggerated tone, "Come on, take a look at my brand new masterpiece!"

Dick snatched the piece of paper and unfolded it, but what was before him was a simple map with childish and confusing brushstrokes. It was just like an Escher painting, with an abstraction that did not conform to reality.

It seems that the structure of Arkham Asylum is always changing, but...how is this possible?

"That's right, it keeps changing." The Scarecrow seemed to hear Dick's inner shock and said with a half-smile, "Arkham Asylum is like a small nightmare nested in the center of a big nightmare. We must get a good map, this is our only magic weapon."

"Do you think the warden will let you slip away easily?" Scarecrow said meaningfully, "You and your companions are his best toys... Oops, I really don't know about your family. Could it be that he is still alive?”

……

"Hiss... Am I still standing where I am?" The monocle on Tim's face flickered like a poorly connected wire.

His headache was so severe that he could barely keep up his persona.

Fortunately, Tim still remembers who he is and what happened.

At that time, Tim, Dick and Damian were about to return to Wayne Manor, but the moment they stepped through the door, a heavy fog suddenly rose around them, shrouding the three of them.

There was something obviously wrong with this image, but when Tim turned around to look for his brothers, he found that there was only milky white left around him, like a solid white mist.

Tim understood that they might not be popular with the knights.

Did this trigger some automatic protection mechanism? he guessed.

Tim's persona is called Odin. The monocle on his face symbolizes Odin's true vision, which has the ability to see through everything. If it is explained in game terms, it is the passive ability that can see through everything. As long as he turns on Persona, then any falsehood will be invisible.

Tim's personality mask has always consumed very little. This seems to be the advantage of his type of personality mask, which is obtained in exchange for combat ability. This is also the capital that allows him to easily use the personality mask even in reality.

However, in this white mist, Tim experienced for the first time what Harry said, feeling that his physical strength was being sucked away by the bottomless pit of the Persona.

To make matters worse, since his persona acted on the brain, as the consumption further increased, his head began to hurt.

He needs to find his brothers and cannot leave them alone in the palace, which means that he must maintain his persona. However, the more he uses the persona, the more painful his head becomes. Difficulty maintaining a persona.

No... I need to get it back...

Tim staggered forward, the picture in front of him becoming increasingly blurry, and he really couldn't hold on any longer...

Just when he was about to fall, someone helped him.

"Drake?" Jason frowned and looked at Tim who was in very bad condition.

Jason, who was holding the little red bird, looked disgusted, but he didn't really let go of his hand and let Tim fall to the cold ground.

"Hey, are you still alive?" Jason patted Tim's face rudely, making his fair face turn red.

"...Jason Todd?!" Tim opened his eyes, jumped up, and looked at him warily.

Is the Jason in front of me the Jason from another world or the Jason from this world...

With this thought in mind, Tim forced himself to use his persona again when he was exhausted.

"Snapped"

Jason gave Tim a blow without mercy, "Do you recognize it now?"

Tim's forehead turned red quickly and visibly. Jason looked at this scene and felt a strange sense of accomplishment when he thought of Lucas, who was thick-skinned and unresponsive.

Tim blinked, ignoring the pain in his forehead, and looked at Jason seriously, "Are you our Jason?"

"Who followed you?" Jason rolled his eyes, but did not deny Tim's words.

Compared with the crazy knight, Jason was much more lively and comfortable, which also made Tim feel slightly relieved.

"But how come you...you and...uh, Arkham Knight are separated?" Of course Tim didn't know everything that happened between Lucas and Jason before.

"Where's Lucas? How is he?" he asked.

"Tsk, that boy... is very good."

He was already strong, but now that he has taken out the kryptonite, he will definitely become stronger.

"It's okay." Tim felt relieved.

Tim's performance made Jason's expression more complicated. He couldn't help but ask, "Has your vigilance dropped a lot?"

Tim, who heard the implication of Jason's words, glanced at him and said bluntly, "No, why should I not trust my family?"

Come on, since he was with Lucas, it's not like he didn't learn anything from him. A proper straight ball can solve most of the troubles. Don't learn from Bruce that he can't open his mouth.

Tim's straight shot made Jason look even weirder, but he really wasn't going to say anything mean anymore.

After a few exchanges of information, both parties knew that an anomaly occurred after they entered Wayne Manor.

"I came with Dick and Damian, but the thick fog surrounded us and they were all gone." Tim said, "Did you see them?"

"Dense fog?" Jason raised his eyebrows, "I have never seen any thick fog. Lucas and I fell into this illusion after entering the Batcave."

He and Tim were now standing on a cracked street. Gravity seemed to have disappeared. Looking around, countless Gotham landmarks were shattered and floating in the sky. There were also many black tentacles stretching out arrogantly, staring at Looking at it for a long time can cause dizziness and nausea.

When Jason first arrived here, he was careful not to walk around, but observed the surrounding environment. The key was that Lucas, who was beside him before, disappeared.

Then, Jason saw Tim walking in circles strangely. However, he did not go up to wake Tim up immediately. Instead, he stood there to identify whether he was real or fake until Tim was about to collapse. , he stepped forward to catch him.

Of course, there was no need to tell him the part about seeing Tim spinning in circles in embarrassment, Jason thought thoughtfully and quickly told Tim what happened to him.

"Sure enough, is there something wrong with Wayne Manor..." Tim rubbed his temples in annoyance. After canceling his persona, his headache was much better than before, but it was still a little dull.

"The degree of distortion is so high, something is definitely wrong. I was too lax." Tim said frustratedly.

Wayne Manor was, after all, his home, and the main body of the palace was Jason. He really didn't expect to be assassinated here.

"But you, why are you being targeted?" Tim couldn't help but ask.

Jason's face suddenly darkened under the red hood, and he said in a rough voice, "How do I know!"

Where's Jason's promise to help Jason? Just backstab me like that? Jason didn't mention at all that he was the one who wanted to ruin the knight's plan in the first place.