Rachel Daws, the assistant district attorney of Gotham City, Bruce Wayne's childhood playmate. Her mother was the same as Alfred, a servant of the Wayne family.
Since she was a child, she had a woman's persistent pursuit of justice. Especially after experiencing the accidental death of Mr. and Mrs. Wayne, who were very friendly to her, Rachel had become resentful of evil. This was also one of the reasons why she finally chose this profession.
After Bruce left the city, Rachel felt like she had lost one of the most important things in her life for the first year. Yes, they were childhood sweethearts, and their feelings for each other were very strong. However, in the following years, Rachel adapted to this kind of life alone. In the end, she made some progress with her boss.
However, at this crucial moment, Bruce returned to Gotham. This made Rachel surprised but also a little confused.
She had wanted to continue her relationship with Bruce, but unfortunately, after returning to Gotham, Bruce Wayne had become a playboy who indulged in debauchery. She had seen Wayne bring different beauties to parties more than once. The young man who only had his eyes on her seemed to have died.
At the end of the unexpected meeting at the Old Gun Bar, Bruce had said to her, "None of this is the real me. The inner me is not so shallow."
However, her response was, "A person's inner self is not important. What's important is what they do."
From that day onwards, Rachel did not have any interaction with Bruce. She felt that he had disappointed her.
However, Rachel did not know that the Bruce in the dark was a different kind of person. Just as he said, his inner self was not shallow. She also did not know that the shallow disguise was just a way for the son of Gotham to protect the people around him. More accurately, it was to protect her.
"Why did he become like this!"
Rachel stood on the third floor of Arkham Asylum, standing outside Falconi's cell. Through the thick glass, she looked at the old man who had completely lost his mind and was tied to the bed with a belt. It was hard to imagine that this disheveled, haggard, and crazy old man was a mafia boss in Gotham a few days ago.
The current Falconi only knew one word, 'scarecrow'.
Rachel's expression was ugly. She had prepared to sue Falconi. Thanks to the help of the man who called himself Batman, she had enough evidence. Once the trial started, Rachel was almost 100% confident that she could send Falconi to prison. but now, everything was ruined.
"I remember that the Falconi family does not have a history of mental illness!"
Rachel turned to look at the man beside her and asked impolitely, "Can you give me an explanation? Why did he become like this in less than a minute after he met you? "
Standing beside Rachel was Dr. Klein in a grey suit, his hair neatly combed. As the manager of Arkham Asylum, he accompanied Rachel to check on Falconi's condition. Faced with the angry Rachel's questioning, Klein's eyes flashed with impatience. He reached out to take off his gold-rimmed glasses and took out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the lenses.
"In fact, many people have latent mental illnesses. The fact that they don't have a relapse only means that they're lucky, but it doesn't mean that they're healthy. Unfortunately, Ms. Rachel, Mr. Falcone is one of those people. You should be glad that you weren't there when he had a relapse, or he would've definitely hurt you."
Klein looked at Rachel's curvaceous body with malice and shook his head.
"Well, Miss Rachel, I'm very busy. I don't have time to argue with you about these obvious things. In this aspect, I'm an expert. If you want to question me, please show me the evidence. If there's nothing else, I'll go back to work first. Help yourself."
After saying that, Klein put on his glasses and waved at Rachel. Then, he walked towards the old elevator.
"I have already applied for a forensic examination, Mr. Klein. The forensic doctor from Star City will arrive in Gotham tomorrow morning. Just like you said, you are an expert in this field."
Rachel stood there with her arms crossed. She looked at Klein's back and sneered, "So if I want to question you, I have to find another expert. After Mr. Hoffer makes his judgment, I think the truth will be revealed."
Klein's footsteps finally stopped. In a place where Rachel could not see, a murderous intent flashed in Klein's eyes. His expression was ferocious, but when he turned around, a fake smile returned to his face.
"Alright, alright. Miss Rachel, you are really a headache."
Klein rubbed his forehead and gestured for her to go ahead.
"Then please follow me. In fact, I do have some information about Falconi's illness. It may be helpful for your investigation."
Klein's expression was very sincere. Rachel looked at him suspiciously. After more than ten seconds, the young assistant prosecutor breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to stroke his chestnut-colored hair. There was a smile of victory in his eyes.
"Isn't it better to cooperate early? Mr. Klein, as long as Falconi is sent to prison, we will never cross paths again. "
Rachel said coldly to the doctor in front of her. "Then lead the way, Dr. Klein. I hope this cooperation will change my impression of you."
"Of course!"
Klein smiled and moved his fingers. "I think we will become friends. I absolutely believe in that. Alright, follow me, Miss Rachel. My office is underground. As you know, the design of this asylum is very unreasonable. It's too noisy up there."
Klein's words were not groundless. Arkham Asylum was built a long time ago. It was a comprehensive hospital more than ten years ago. Yes, it was during the Great Depression. In that special era, designers did not consider the comfort of a hospital that served the poor. In fact, the original intention of this hospital was to give the homeless poor a chance to feed themselves.
However, following the accidental death of the initiators of the plan, Mr. and Mrs. Wayne, this newly built hospital was covered by a veil of misfortune. In the end, as the island continued to decline, no one cared about it. That was until Klein's arrival.
He was an excellent manager and operator. Under his command, the old Arkham Asylum ushered in a pure profit for the first time. Although the people of the island complained to the government that there were often terrifying screams coming from the asylum, no one really came to investigate.
Rachel walked into the elevator that emitted a strange smell. She vaguely remembered the design of this elevator. She saw it in Wayne's manor when she was young. It was a design that was abandoned long ago. Before pressing the button, a key was needed to unlock the door.
And the same ancient key was in Klein's hand.
When the elevator door slowly closed, Rachel suddenly had the urge to walk out of this cage-like elevator. She suddenly realized that she knew nothing about Klein except for her disgust for him. And for a weak girl like her to go to his office with such a scoundrel, it didn't seem to be a reassuring thing.
Rachel took a step back and leaned against the metal elevator. Her hands reached for her pockets. In her left pocket was the taser she always carried with her, and in her right pocket was a sheathed dagger. That was the "gift" from Saber.
Rachel did not like this overly violent weapon, but at this moment, when her fingers touched the surface of the dagger, an indescribable sense of security returned to her body. It also brought back something called courage.
"Ding!"
The elevator opened on the first floor of the basement. Klein walked out without saying a word. Rachel followed behind him and walked into the wall that was beginning to peel off. Damn it, this place looked exactly like a scene from a third-rate horror movie.
Rachel began to regret, but out of the persistence of justice, she still followed Klein's footsteps. This guy who always liked to ridicule others did not say a word at this moment. He held the elevator key in his hand and walked forward quickly. At the end of this terrible corridor that was only illuminated by the overhead light, there was a closed blue door.
"It's right there. I put all the information there."
Klein looked back at Rachel and said with some surprise, "Miss Rachel, your face looks a bit bad. Do you need to rest?"
Rachel shook her head. A faint strange smell entered her nostrils. She gritted her teeth and reached out to take out the taser and dagger, hiding them in her sleeve.
"Bang!"
Klein placed both his hands on the blue door and pushed it with all his might. A dark room appeared in front of Rachel. She walked in carefully, but what she saw was not a room filled with information, but a corridor on the second floor. At the bottom, there were a few workers in white jumpsuits who were busy working. They wore tight masks and protective measures. That kind of scary attire easily reminded people of something related to a virus.
When Rachel walked into the room and stood by the railing, Klein snapped his fingers. The people working below looked up and saw the beautiful prosecutor who had intruded into the Kingdom of Darkness.
Rachel noticed that a few of the strong men were holding weapons in their hands. Those were cold guns. There were also some people in white jumpsuits who diluted the green liquid that the workers had prepared. Then, they poured it into the water pipe that connected the narrow island and the whole of Gotham.
No matter what they were doing, this did not look like a normal scene in a mental hospital.
"Pa!"
Klein snapped his fingers again, attracting Rachel's gaze to him. At this moment, Klein no longer had that intellectual temperament. He appeared arrogant and evil. In his left hand, he held a scarecrow cloth bag made of a rag bag and black thread. He looked at Rachel. His eyes under his glasses were shining with naked malice and mockery.
"Welcome to my territory, Rachel Daws. This is the truth about Arkham and Falconi that you have been searching for."
Klein put the scary mask on his head. His voice became strange and hoarse under the effect of the voice changer.
"In the outside world, strength is the strongest. But here, awareness is more important. Welcome to … my Kingdom of Fear!"
Klein was like a hunter watching a weak prey fall into a trap. He extended his left hand. On his wrist was a black watch. He tapped the watch with his finger.
"I'll give you 30 seconds. Run, little girl! This is your last chance to escape! "
Rachel's breathing became hurried. When Klein said that, she turned and ran out the door. Klein was not in a hurry. He laughed and strolled out of the room. The bunch of keys moved back and forth between his fingers.
Rachel hurriedly rushed into the elevator and frantically pressed the button for the first floor. Then, she took out her phone, typed a text message, and sent it to her few friends. Just as she pressed the send button, the elevator door in front of her opened. What came into view was the face of a terrifying scarecrow and the green gas that was spewing out from Klein's sleeve.
"Oh, a big gift! Are you surprised? "
"Rachel … You sent yourself to hell. I think that Bruce Wayne will really like the 'present' that we're going to give him. He thought that the Shadow Warrior Alliance would let him and his city go, but we've never forgotten about his betrayal! We will destroy this place, destroy everything, starting with you … starting with Bruce Wayne's most beloved woman! Hahaha … Ah!!! "
Before Klein could finish his maniacal laughter, Rachel, who had inhaled the Fear Gas, felt her surroundings begin to distort. She instinctively thrust out the two items in her hands.
The huge amount of electric current from the taser made Klein's body stay in place, while the dagger in his other hand pierced into Klein's arm.
However, this was the end of it. As the vanguard of the Alliance of Shadow Warriors, Klein had also undergone strict training. Pain was not enough to defeat him. Rachel trembled and struggled, but as the smell of blood filled the air, Klein grabbed her beautiful hair and pulled her down. He dragged her on the ground and walked towards the factory that processed the poisonous gas.
Blood dripped to the ground. At the corner of the elevator, on the phone with the broken screen, there was an icon that was shining brightly.
"Sending completed."
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