The black crow swept across Gotham silently, crossing the crowds and endless traffic, chasing the invisible breath in the air.

The raven adjusted for a moment, and its condition improved a little. She tried her best to suppress the headache so that it would not interfere with its actions. In fact, the most difficult part for her was a ferocious beast hidden deep in her body, constantly biting the cage that imprisoned her and trying to break it out. It might be a huge magic power that the world could not bear. Now that it sensed the external magic fluctuations, it seemed that it could not be suppressed.

This is why she always had to be careful, and the people who educated her taught her to control her emotions, because her excessive emotional fluctuations could become the fuse of the irreversible ending, releasing the real demon.

The magic in the air guided the raven forward like Hansel's bread crumbs, and came all the way to this tall, majestic but gloomy building.

Arkham Asylum.

The magic energy became even stronger, and the source was here - Raven's pained head told her this.

She penetrated the gate like a black feather, exploring along the intricate corridor like a non-existent ghost. Although the raven herself dressed in black every day and looked quite dark in character, even she felt that this place was really unpleasant.

The cold wind blows from which corner, and no matter where you go, it follows your neck. The network of corridor paths is like a maze. Ravens find it hard to imagine how the people working here recognize the path. Could it be that the original intention of this building design is to use this complex path so that patients can't get away with it?

When she passed through the severe disease area, she saw all kinds of strange and strange patients who were even more creepy. For example, a human-shaped crocodile with scales all over her body, her muscles were full of scars, her eyes were as empty as a zombie, and a short guy who was fiddling with a small top hat and giggling non-stop.

It was called a madhouse, but it was a monster concentration camp—and it was not from a science fiction movie, but more like the kind in a horror movie. When passing through the electrotherapy room, she could hear the patient twitching violently on the bedboard. She glanced into the crack of the door and saw the doctors and nurses in front of the operating table expressionless, just as natural as watching a few living people being electrocuted in front of them, just like seeing fish swimming.

"Hey!" someone shouted on the other side of the corridor, "Who are you?"

The Raven realized that he had just been distracted, and a guard noticed her and walked towards her with a flashlight.

"You've read it wrong, there are no people here."

She whispered like a witch chanting a spell, and waved her hand gently, and the purple power surrounded the guard like a cloud of fog. He was stunned for a moment, nodded, and said to himself: "I've seen it wrong."

After saying that, he turned his head and left.

The Raven sighed lightly.

What an annoying place.

Meanwhile, on the roof of a train on the Gotham Railway.

After confirming that the gang of gangsters below were tied up, Eric followed Dick and climbed onto the roof of the car. The strong wind as strong as a whip made him almost unable to open his eyes.

Dick was very upset and felt very bad at this moment. According to Batman's butler Alfred, he told him that Bruce had not put on his battle suit for half a month, and had not even returned to the manor once, and he ignored the contact of the old butler. It was not until the Arkham incident broke out yesterday that the butler had no choice but to call Dick, who happened to come to Gotham, to put on his bat suit and control the situation.

Dick had always thought that Bruce must have been performing some confidential missions, so he acted so strangely - this situation was not without it before. In an extraordinary period, he had been undercover among the gangsters for two months and had not returned to the manor.

Until today, he realized that things might be worse than he thought.

"Do you believe what he said?" Eric asked, "about Mr. Wayne?"

"Diet? No, I don't think."

This is not self-comfort. Dick really believed it in his heart. Bruce is Batman, how could he die so easily?

But if the Blues in Wayne company were fakes—and seemed to have been faked for a while, they even found a large number of enhancement agents on the fake train tonight. This means that something is happening, right now, in Gotham, and now he must find out.

"What's wrong with your armor?" Dick asked, "Have you forgotten to bring your power bank when you go out?"

"I don't know." Eric said in a confused manner, "it doesn't need to be charged, and it doesn't generally mean it."

Since the Yamozhuo armor suddenly crashed in the middle of the battle, it lay on Eric's back as if it was dead. No matter what he did, there was no movement, which made him wonder if it was because of the expiry of the plug-in and forget to renew the fee.

"What are we doing now?" Eric looked around and asked, "Wait until the train stops by itself? Or wait for the free train?"

"What must be said...just ride."

From the vast night sky, the black iron bird spread its wings and its huge body fell silently. Looking closely, you can find that the camouflaged engine is running at speed, keeping the steel giant bird relatively still in the air, while the engine is not making a sound, and it is simply the best hunter in the night.

Dick took out his hook gun, shot a rope at the fighter plane, and flew up with Eric.

Almost everyone who has seen the live bat fighter in comics can't help but have the desire to "sit and try it". The aircraft's operating table emits a dark red light, and there are a bunch of buttons with unknown uses distributed beside the joystick. Eric can't help but imagine what the result will be if he presses a try.

During the battle just now, the train was approaching the suburbs and they were flying back to the city now.

“Tonight is still long, and I have a lot to do next,” Dick said. “I’ll throw you down when I get back to the city center—almost where I meet you.”

"What? I thought we agreed to go together next."

"That was when you had the ability to fight," Dick said. "Now you don't know what's wrong with your armor, but in short, I can't take risks with you. That's dangerous to me, do you understand?"

Eric frowned.

Although he was unwilling to give up, he was right. If the armor could not be activated, it would be a burden for him to follow Dick...

"when!"

It was the loud noise made by the metal sharp weapon piercing the 40mm bulletproof glass, just like someone smashing a glass cup with a hammer. The silver long sword penetrated the windshield and pierced into the middle of the gap between the two seats, and a face exposed from the piercing gap.

It was a man, a man attached to a fighter plane, at a height of four thousand feet.

The face was wearing an orange-black mask, and only the orange part on the left exposed a sharp eye like a falcon.

The moment they saw this face clearly, both of them were shocked in their hearts.
Chapter completed!