Time Miko

The sound of broken glass was accompanied by the sudden disappearance of the light source in the house.

"Batman!"

I don't know who yelled that taboo name and caused a panic.

With the moonlight shining into the house, the minions could only catch the ghostly shadow passing by, and then the whole house fell silent.

"Well!"

A dull grunt that could not be uttered was accompanied by two gunshots, which suddenly ignited the panic among the minions.

"What are you panicking! Turn on the emergency lights!"

The low, death-like voice stopped the panicked scene at once.

Soon a few beams of light dispelled the darkness in the room, and at the same time they also discovered that in such a short period of time, several brothers had already been brought down.

The scarecrow gave the order to retreat after scanning a circle of several people lying on the ground with cold eyes.

Although scared, the minions still consciously surrounded the scarecrow and escorted their boss to the door.

Several people with emergency lights kept shooting around with the emergency lights in their hands to avoid dark corners for Batman to use.

It's just that they underestimate Batman's ability to act too much.

There were two breaking sounds in the air, followed by the sound of glass shattering, the dim light source disappeared instantly, and the room fell into darkness again.

Two muffled grunts announced that there were two more people in the army of "lying corpses" on the ground.

In the panic, whoever fired the first shot suddenly ignited the fear of the entire crowd.

For a while, there was a mix of shouting and gunshots, and the occasional muffled groan, I don't know if it was hit by Batman or accidentally injured by a companion's gun.

Batman hides in the dark, and with the advanced night vision function, he can clearly see everyone in the warehouse.

Using fear to create chaos, he stared at his target - the Scarecrow.

From the beginning to the end, the scarecrow stood in the middle of the crowd, without any panic, but except for the initial stop, he didn't make any movement at all to the current panic.

Batman's mission at this moment is not to capture the Scarecrow, he needs to find out the source of the poisonous gas from the Scarecrow's mouth.

After seeing the panicked minions gradually adapting to the darkness in the house, Batman felt that the time was almost up.

Pull out a few bats with small explosive functions from the belt, aim at the target, and release them one by one.

For a moment, in the dark space, only a few small red dots flickered faster and faster.

After a few small explosions, a dark figure gradually emerged from the puff of smoke.

"You're finally here! I thought you weren't coming"

The Scarecrow looked at the shadow and said coldly.

"Where is the antidote!"

The powerful arms grabbed the scarecrow's clothes tightly and almost lifted it off the ground, but the scarecrow didn't care at all.

His attitude annoyed Batman a bit.

I have to admit that for the Scarecrow, a self-proclaimed fear-monger, Batman's intimidation didn't get its due effect.

"I waited for you a long time"

The scarecrow seemed to be completely unconcerned about the current state, and continued to talk to himself.

"Where did you get the poisonous gas!"

He slammed the person into the wall violently, shaking the entire ceiling so that the dust kept falling, making the already smoky warehouse even more messy.

But the Scarecrow didn't care about Batman's behavior, and still said to himself:

"This is a hard-won thing. It would be a pity if you couldn't experience it for yourself! Ha!"

As soon as the scarecrow finished speaking, several rolling shutters suddenly lowered down the dilapidated warehouse, and even the ceiling was instantly sealed by thick rolling shutters.

"Oops!"

The rush to detoxify Jason and Damian clouded his judgment, and he didn't even notice that it was a converted warehouse.

"This is specially prepared for you!"

The scarecrow in his hand continued to speak on his own.

Batman angrily took off the hood of the person in front of him, only to find that it was just a stand-in who was about the size of a scarecrow, and at this moment the stand-in had already passed out.

A small speaker attached to the double's throat still broadcasts the scarecrow's voice!

"Welcome to the world of fear! Batman! Hope you enjoy my little gift for you!"

As the sound from the horn fell, the green gas continuously spewed out from the gap in the rolling gate instantly filled the entire warehouse.

Batman hastily activated the breathing mode. With the most advanced respirator, he is not afraid of poisonous gas, but the next words from the loudspeaker made him fall into an ice cellar.

"I know your helmet has a breathing mode, haven't we fought too many times? So this time I made some changes to these little gifts. After all, your armor is not a fully enclosed space suit, um, I Guess you must have a space suit, but at least you will never wear it against me, hope you like my latest form of nerve gas, it can penetrate directly into your skin, from your pores into your blood, and then follow your blood to your brain, and of course if you can breathe them into your lungs, they work faster...."

Batman couldn't hear the next words clearly. There is no doubt that the speed of the gas penetrating through the gaps in his armor and penetrating into the skin is definitely not as slow as the scarecrow said.

Almost instantly, the muscles of the whole body felt tearing pain, and the strong willpower was useless at this moment.

Batman finally understands why two great fighters, Red Hood and Robin, are completely immune to this nerve gas, which almost completely cuts off the brain's control over the body.

There was a nauseous feeling in his stomach, and Batman couldn't control the urge to vomit at this moment.

But his remaining rationality knew that once the breathing mode was unlocked, the infiltration of poisonous gas would be more than twice as fast.

There was a feeling like an ant gnawing all over his body. The uncomfortable feeling that could not be described in words made him unable to stop the urge to scratch.

Lying paralyzed on the ground, his remaining sanity finally made him utter a sound, and he fell into a coma:

"Clark!"