My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

Patient Diary: Laura Lane.

The first stage: non-awake state, in which consciousness is lax.

Injection experiment results: None.

Ms. Lane, wake up, wake up!

A hoarse voice sounded from the darkness.

A strange man bathed in black slapped Laura's face, trying to wake her up.

Laura, who was tied to the chair, did not move.

Appears to be still asleep.

Go ahead and inject him!

The weirdo ordered his men to give Laura an injection.

You bastard, I'm awake.

Laura was already awake.

She woke up shortly after being tied up here.

She was preparing interview materials at home and was thinking about what to have for lunch when a group of masked guys broke into the house and tied her up without any explanation.

After being covered with a black mask, he stared at a shot of the reagent and fell into a drowsy sleep.

When I woke up, I came here.

A dim and dark room, without a ray of light, and without a trace of air flow, seemed to be a basement.

I wanted to continue pretending to be in a coma, but this bastard wanted to inject himself with medicine.

In desperation, he had to admit that he was awake.

Wearing a black robe and wearing a horror mask, the strange man waved his hand to let his subordinates go down.

Okay, so tell me, who is Batman?

Weird seems to think she knows Batman's identity.

Laura Lane took a breath and moved the arm tied behind the chair, feeling a sharp pain.

Then you should ask him, not me.

Ryan has been to the battlefield for interviews and has seen scenes of heavy artillery fire, so he doesn't have much fear.

There was no timidity in his tone.

The weirdo took out a syringe from the black backpack on his back, which was filled with green liquid.

He leaned down and grabbed the edge of the metal chair, Thank you, Ms. Lane, I was worried that my favorite interrogation method would not be useful! Do you know why I have these syringes on my hand?

Because you're insane?

No, no, I usually like to diffuse my toxins with a spray, which is effective, but not pure enough. Now, I can infuse a concentrated dose directly into the blood circulation, that horrible sight...  . . should look good, but it will damage your nerves in the long run.

The weirdo held the syringe in one hand, and tapped the metal chair rhythmically with the other.

He spoke slowly and calmly, sounding like he was talking about something trivial with a friend.

Laura knew the purpose of this group of people, they came for Batman, and she was just a bait to lure Batman.

Although she felt a little panic in her heart, she would not give in to the enemy and spit.

Are you finished?

The weirdo's mask shook, as if the corners of his mouth twitched.

Yeah, I'm finished, but for you, it hasn't started yet. Your thoughts will become fragmented, and my poison will dissolve the barrier between your waking consciousness and the nightmare suppressed by you in your subconscious. But This pathetic futility of resistance will stay with you as the fear recedes.

You're still talking.

The weirdo stood up and stared at the stubborn Laura, Very good.

When he was about to act, there was a sudden sound of footsteps behind him.

The heavy boots hit the ground, and there was a crackling sound.

Stay away from her.

 …

In the underground laboratory on Governor's Island, Eric sorted out the information in his hand.

That was the information about super villains that he asked Cullen to sort out for himself.

Scarecrow?

Eric looked at the first document in his hand.

This is a guy named August Richards.

One of his superpowers is the ability to produce a toxin in his body.

This toxin, once anyone comes into contact with it, will produce emotions of fear.

A poisoned person forgets all happiness, hope for peace, and only fear, despair, and corruption remain in his mind.

He was a policeman by profession, but was fired later.

After being expelled, he became obsessed with chemistry and poison making. It is said that he invented a toxin that combined with his body.

It looks very similar to the scarecrow in the DC world - Jonathan Klein.

Eric compared the two men in his head.

On the other side, August, who was missed by Eric, turned his head unhappily.

I saw Jason and Tiehu coming from the dark part of the room.

It looks like you haven't tasted fear, or you wouldn't be talking to me like that.

August faced Jason, shook his head, and said in a tone of regret and disdain.

Don't forget who's boss.

Jason drew out his pistol while saying, Now, one last warning, stand back, Scarecrow!

So you're a good guy? August took a step forward, confronting Jason.

Also, don't call me a scarecrow!

August is very dissatisfied with this nickname.

Jason snorted coldly, I don't admit that I'm a good person, but I have a principle that violence and harm should be kept away from children and women. Also, Scarecrow, isn't that your nickname? Add 'Scare' Take 'Crow', two loathsome things combined to make 'Scarecrow', perfect for what you are now.

Jason was still in a state of confusion. After injecting Compound No. 5, his symptoms not only did not ease, but worsened.

It's hard to tell the difference between a Scarecrow in Gotham and a Scarecrow in New York.

The Scarecrow really wanted to give him a shot of poison, but considering this guy's identity, he finally held back his breath.

He glared at Jason and walked out of the room.

Jason put away his gun and walked up to Laura, He's gone. Did he hurt you?

Laura looked at the man wrapped in armor, and replied angrily, Forgive me, don't engage in the routine of singing red faces and singing bad faces.

Jason was not annoyed by the tone of the other party. He reached out and pressed the top edge of Laura's chair, No, no, no, you should keep talking to me, delaying time, and waiting for Batman, right? If you and He knows, he should have taught you so.

I have nothing to tell you.

Laura turned her head away.

She really had nothing to say, because she only had contact with Batman that night, and after that night, the two never met again.

She also doesn't know Batman very well.

Jason stood up and slowly walked around Laura.

He didn't seem to want an answer from Laura, he just wanted to get his words out, I was talking for hours because I just knew, okay? Batman was on his way to save me, that bastard Let me keep talking... I ended up running out of words. So, trust me, you can't count on Batman to save you!

Laura thought this man was crazy.

But she wanted to get some information from the other party, So, you know Batman?

Of course, the old guy, I've known him for a long time.