Chapter 65: Arkham

Gotham, midnight.

The drizzle in the morning finally turned into a torrential downpour at this moment, just like the sluice falling out of control. Gotham is usually an inaccessible city. After night falls, the whole city can be said to be a dance of demons. Darkness breeds and spreads in all corners you can't imagine, and rainy nights are even more so.

When it comes to Gotham City, there is another place that must be mentioned-Arkham Island. It was an island on the outskirts of Gotham, and it was connected to the main city by a suspension bridge. Located on the island is probably the craziest mental hospital in the world-Arkham Asylum. It is no exaggeration to say that even the air in the Gothic castle is filled with a gloomy atmosphere that penetrates into the bones. A normal person would never want to stay in such a place for more than an hour. It would be a willpower. The huge test.

Although there is a "Arkham Mental Hospital" on the gate here, everyone in Gotham knows that Arkham is actually the most dangerous prison in the world, and the lunatics held in it are far more crazy than yours. Imagine that no matter how fully prepared you are, they will always surprise you.

Tonight there are a bunch of lunatics about to be admitted to Arkham's cell. The heavy suspension bridge leading to Arkham Island was slowly lowered, and a large amount of rain fell from the bridge head. Vehicles with thick armor plates drove smoothly across the bridge, and the words "Arkham" were written on the black carriages.

The suspension bridge whispered and lifted up again after the vehicle passed. The rain-soaked chain rubbed violently, and it made a crisp sound in the night. The prison guards on duty outside the gate carefully checked the relevant documents of vehicle passage and verified them in the system again and again before they were allowed in. No wonder they are so careful, considering the average rate of escape from the mental hospital that is almost once a week.

There was a thunder in the sky, and the lightning pierced the dark night. The guard standing guard in front of the door looked towards the night sky inadvertently, almost without screaming-he saw a blue figure floating in the air more than ten meters high, and the red cloak soaked in water was very conspicuous in the dark night. Pale lightning illuminates the upright and solemn face, with a cold look like a god overlooking the world.

It's Superman.

The prison guard whispered to his companion who was standing guard beside him, and the two nervously hugged the guns in their hands. Considering the dangerous remarks made by Superman in Metropolitan Plaza this morning, they didn't think he was here at this time to bring friendly greetings to the prisoners of Arkham.

Superman landed lightly, and the red boots fell on the ground full of stagnant water but there was almost no sound. He glanced at the two prison guards coldly, and whispered, "Go away."

That is not a request, but an irresistible order. The two looked at each other, knowing that they had no choice.

"boom!"

With a loud noise heavier than the Thunder, Arkham's super-repetitive alloy door screamed and fell backwards, and the metal lock bolt was broken by a huge force from the outside. There was a lot of rain splashing in the rain, and Superman walked into Arkham's compound on the heavy door, like an unstoppable God of War.

The harsh sirens sounded through the entire Arkham, and the lunatic asylum, known as military-level security, instantly entered the highest alert state. Prison guards carrying automatic rifles and bazookas sprang out from every corner. Automatic turrets sponsored by Gotham's Wayne Group sprang out from all over the compound, madly pouring gunfire at unwelcome visitors. .

But of course, that can't have any effect.

Carrying tons of firepower, the steel body slowly levitated to his feet, and his eyes shot out hot pillars of fire. The thermal vision laser swept across the field, and all the automatic turrets instantly turned into burning scrap iron. The missile fired by the individual rocket launcher screamed and flew towards his front door, but he was crushed into a ball of fire with his bare hands. He switched the thermal vision to the burst mode and destroyed the weapons in the hands of every prison guard in just a few seconds, and then ignoring them, he swaggered and walked towards the dark castle ahead. The prison guards looked at each other, and no one dared to stop them.

Arkham is a historic building with a complex structure. Most prisoners with clearer conditions or no obvious aggressiveness are detained on the ground and have relatively high freedom of movement. And those nightmare-like felonies are mostly held underground, where there is a special intensive care area, and every one of them is a super lunatic who can turn Gotham upside down.

The lead structure of the building makes it impossible to use Superman's X-ray perspective, but it does not matter. Superman had been here many times when he was partnering with Batman, and he already knew the terrain by heart. He pierced the floor with his body, and fell vertically in front of the iron gate of the lowermost critical care area. The electronically synthesized female voice sternly asked him to identify himself, but he stretched out his hand and tore open the door panel in complete disregard-incidentally, ignoring the high voltage of 100,000 volts connected to the door.

He threw the overweight door panel aside like confetti, but he never expected that a dark iron fist had been waiting behind the door for a long time. He was caught off guard by a beautiful uppercut and hit his chin, and his body involuntarily soared into the air and pierced back to the ground. He rolled several times on the floor, and just halfway up his body, his field of vision seemed to be occupied by a huge steel bat. Before he could speak, the metal fist like a cannonball fell on his cheek again. Superman, like a red kite, flew across the entire hall of Arkham, flew back from the gate to the courtyard, and rolled back embarrassedly into the muddy rain ground.

Superman rubbed the corners of the aching mouth with his fists, and got up unhurriedly, looking at the stalwart figure that appeared at Arkham's gate. The sturdy steel boots stepped crisply in the rain filled with water, and the steel bat, more than two meters tall, stood in front of the door with blue fluorescence in his eyes, and the iron armor was bright and reflective under the rain.

"Bruce." Superman said blankly. "I should have thought you would come in at a critical moment. You still have that one after all these years. It really has your style."

"Clark." Batman gritted his teeth and tried to control himself to remain calm in front of his best friend who should have been dead for six years. "You don't need to do this. Tell me what happened and I can help you... Damn please let me help you, we don't need to get this far."

"Get out of the way." Superman still gave orders coldly and stubbornly, "I don't want to hurt you, Bruce. But if I need it, I will."

Batman stared at the pair of blue eyes that had begun to make him feel strange through the electronic screen, and was silent for a long time.

"If you remember even half of what was about me," he said in a deep voice, "you should know my answer."

"okay then."

Superman snorted and clenched his fists. He closed his eyes lightly, and the moment he opened it was blood-red.