Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 2 Captured in Arkham

Penguin is dead.

This was big news in Gotham City, so big that it had a place in Gotham City's newspapers two months later.

Of course, it’s not that the media is stupid enough to repeat the news of Oswald Cobblepot’s death, but that a series of industries represented by the Penguin as an underground evil force in Gotham City and a wealthy businessman on the surface have been Other forces slowly carved it up.

Fighting, buying murders, those dark beasts that have been coveted for a long time will do anything to carve up the huge penguin carcasses, so the bloody incidents in the newspapers every day are basically mentioned.

That had been Cobot's property.

The huge ownerless wealth has brought unprecedented attraction, which has brought Batman's dark night deterrence to a rare freezing point. He has had to work hard on these things in the past two months.

Yes, the explosion did not cause any special injuries to him who was armed to the teeth. In fact, if Penguin hadn't lost too much blood, he wouldn't have died in the explosion.

Originally, the lethality of that thing was mainly concentrated on the huge volt current before the explosion.

But in that dark night, there was another person who faced the most lethal force.

"Ah."

Putting the half-drunk coffee cup aside, he took off his armor, and the elevator opened at the right time. Inside stood a pair of clothes hangers with a suit that was well pressed.

Taking off his helmet, Bruce picked up the coffee on the tray in the butler's hand, took a sip, and walked towards the elevator hidden deep in the Batcave.

Bruce frowned. Although the butler did not continue speaking, he knew that the other half that was left unsaid meant that the situation was not optimistic.

"You know why Terry did this, he just woke up..."

The sports car was speeding on the roads of Gotham City. It was still early and the roads were empty, so Bruce was basically driving at the maximum speed allowed by the road management law.

The butler was stunned for a moment, as if he couldn't believe it. His lips twitched and he stared at the expression on Bruce's face.

The elevator opened, and a convertible sports car was parked in the center of the bright and spacious hall. This was no longer the Batcave, but the underground garage of Wayne Manor.

Despite not sleeping all night and spending a lot of energy, Bruce still stood upright.

"Terry wake up."

Jumping into the car, Bruce started the sports car and waited for the lift door at the front of the hall to slowly lift.

The sports car started and left the underground garage.

"Contact Gordon and tell him to go to Wayne Hospital."

Bruce was used to this kind of life. He changed his clothes on the spot in the elevator with a calm expression and listened to the butler's report.

"Go and see the kid. The car is ready."

Bruce said quietly.

Alfred stood there silently, and after a while, he finally dialed the phone.

"how is the situation?"

"But he committed a crime, he murdered someone - even the Penguin."

"Eighty percent of his body was burned and his head was injured. Dr. Nevillek said it was a miracle that he could be revived."

After another night, Batman dragged his tired body back to the dark Batcave. When he was taking off his gloves stained with broken bones and blood, Alfred stood aside and said softly.

As the tires of the sports car drove on the Gotham Bridge heading to Wayne Hospital, the morning dew and the cold wind slapped on his face.

This reminded Bruce of that morning eight years ago.

At that time, he had just debuted as Batman.

In an illegal transaction, he targeted the Penguin who personally led the team to participate.

Dealing with those annoying props unfamiliarly, breaking the black umbrella modified by the Penguin, and chasing down the ground.

At that time, the Penguin had just gained weight. As a member of the city who grew up, the Penguin was much more proficient in those complicated roads than Batman, who had just returned from traveling.

However, Batman still chased the Penguin and knocked him down by throwing a trip lock.

Of course, Penguin didn't want to be captured by such a freak who appeared out of nowhere. He panted and took out an arc disk bomb from his arms and pretended to throw it away.

But at this moment, three people suddenly walked out of the corner of a narrow passage nearby.

A middle-aged Asian man, carrying a shopping bag in one hand, brought his wife and children. The child was the first to see the fallen Penguin and jumped over to help him.

But then a tall man in strange clothes appeared in the child's field of vision.

He had never seen Batman before, so he was startled by the weird costume for a moment, and was stunned where he didn't know whether he should continue or not. The Penguin had an idea, laughed strangely, pressed the button, and threw the arc bomb towards the innocent family.

A small alley, a family of three, and the danger that is about to hit us - it really has all the elements.

"No!"

The newly minted Batman panicked and threw his Batarang to deflect the bomb.

The bomb and batarang passed over the child's head at the same time, and everything seemed to be in slow motion in the eyes of the child who looked up sluggishly.

Arc bombs and batarangs were deeply imprinted into his pupils.

The two collided in front of the couple, followed by intense white light and impact.

Fortunately, the kid, just like Batman, was not injured in the incident.

Unfortunately, the child suffered nearly the same psychological trauma as he did.

Terry Pickles, that's that kid's name.

He was sent to an orphanage by Bruce, a famous philanthropist in Gotham City.

At that time, Batman had no intention of adopting Robin, otherwise this child would have been perfectly qualified. Perhaps if this incident had happened a few years later, Terry Pickles would have become the world's first Robin.

It's a pity that there are not so many ifs.

Bruce visited Terry several times in the name of charity.

But only in the first year.

The dual identity and the increasing number of weird criminals in Gotham City made Bruce's energy completely squeezed every day. Starting from the second year, Bruce stopped going.

Terry, on the other hand, behaved in a completely different situation than Bruce did back then. Although Wayne Group quietly hired the best psychiatrist to help with counseling, Terry always stayed alone and did not communicate with anyone. Just huddled in the room, playing pixel games with a controller.

It was a birthday gift from his father, a bunch of pixel game cartridges, and a game console.

Of course, the physical gift had been damaged by the arc bomb, but Bruce had a careful butler who gave an exact set to little Terry according to the video game store detected by surveillance and the purchase records retrieved afterwards.

The child refused to interact with almost anyone, but was extremely well-behaved and even went to school for a few years, thanks to a charity run by the Wayne Group.

Unconsciously, Bruce stopped recalling. At this moment, he was standing outside the sterile ward. Through the single-sided observation window, he silently stared at the patient wearing a hospital gown and his face covered with bandages, sitting cross-legged on the ground. thin and pretty young man.

Pale ward, pale hospital clothes, pale bandages.

The only color is what the young man is holding in his hands.

His left hand was a game cartridge, and his right hand was a controller. However, there was no game console in the ward, so he just held these two things silently in a daze.

"His brain has been traumatized and he is mentally disturbed. He looked like this when he woke up this morning. Through brain wave and iris detection, Terry Picks seems to have lost most of his feedback to the outside world - he is no longer able to live independently. ."

Listening to Dr. Neville's report, Director Gordon shrugged: "The prison does not have the conditions to accommodate him."

Bruce was silent for a while, and finally looked away from the observation window.

"Then let's contact Arkham."

"The facilities there are sufficient to take care of him."

Gordon seemed shocked.

"Seriously? I think a nursing home would suit him better."

Bruce turned to look at Gordon: "He didn't just kill the Penguin."

"According to the investigation, two months ago, in order to ensure that the Penguin would definitely embark on that road, he stole two police cars from the Gotham Police Department that night, attacked a police officer, and poisoned three people from the Iceberg Bar. The thugs, pretending to be policemen, drove up and blocked two other routes the Penguin could have taken.”

Gordon frowned. Of course he knew this. As one of the most trusted people in the Night Knight, he even knew Terry's life experience.

But Terry did not kill the policeman, and the police car was not damaged. According to Gordon's personal emotions, he did not think Terry should be admitted to the lunatic asylum.

Bruce ignored Gordon's reaction and continued to calmly tell the more shocking news that Gordon didn't know.

"To delay Batman's pursuit, he rigged an entire block of rooftops with detonators. Seven of them were fake bombs, but two were real."

"He forged his identity and pretended to be Black Mask Roman's force to lure Penguin out to trade arms."

"Although there is not enough detailed monitoring, it is speculated that he has been preparing for that day for at least a year and seven months!"

"It would be okay if he continues to be in a coma and is in a vegetative state, but now that he is awake, Black Mask will not let him go. Only by sending him to Arkham... can he be protected."

(End of this chapter)