Chapter 22 Professor, I’m Fearing You

"Anna Dante, is that your name?"

The scarecrow held his cane and tilted his head to look at the 'student' sent by his old classmate Hannibal.

She (he?) is wearing a black hood, with red hair showing slightly, and large black-rimmed glasses covering most of her face.

"Anna, why are you shaking?"

The eyes behind the scarecrow's hood were full of doubts. When Hannibal recommended this student to him, he clearly said that the student was full of creativity and had a lot of weird ideas in his mind.

Anna, no, it should be Ashe who raised her head. She helped her black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose, and showed a subtle smile.

Her face was also camouflaged, even with face recognition, she couldn't identify who she was.

"Professor, I'm afraid of you." She pursed her lips slightly, and grabbed her left arm with her right hand. Her micro-expressions and movements showed resistance.

In fact, there was a reason why her hands and feet were cold that day on the date, and she had an annoying period the next day.

She hasn't been in such pain for a long time, so her irritability has directly doubled.

The act of grabbing her left arm wasn't a sign of fear, but a distraction from her desire to attack.

The Scarecrow laughed, and he repeated, "Fear."

The cane in his left hand tapped the ground a few times, and he looked very happy.

"Anna, why are you terrified? Is it because I'm a super criminal or something? Have any of your friends, family or whatever, met me?"

Even if Scarecrow was once a master of psychology, he still doesn't know why his former classmates would recommend a student to him.

Did he think this student didn't like it and wanted to kill her with his hands?Or do you want her to get rid of bad taste?

In fact, the answer is neither.

Ashe is now too painful to talk because of menstrual pain.

Because of her special constitution, the painkillers on the market either made her allergic or did not work for her. This is really a tragedy.

"Professor, I'm just terrified of facing you."

Ashe grabbed her arm, her nails turned white, which was enough to show how hard she was.

The Scarecrow hit the hand holding her arm with his cane. "Will you keep your head down while I'm talking."

Ashe raised her head in silence, her eyes were dark under the flat lenses of the black-rimmed glasses, she put down her hand.

She is observing the scarecrow in front of her.

According to the currently known information, it is known that the scarecrow is a classmate of Hannibal, an expert in the field of psychology, and even has a degree in chemistry. The fear gas researched is a tricky weapon.

It sounds like a big deal, but he was reduced to nothing by Hannibal.

【"My old classmate, probably the only interesting thing about him is that distorted and humble soul."

Hannibal leisurely poked at the juicy chunk of meat.

"He wants everyone to fear him, but how can a weak guy make people fear him?"]

"Lecter told me that you have your own unique opinion about [fear]."

said the Scarecrow with a smile.

He had no idea how the man in front of him who was afraid of him had plans to kill him.

"Anna Dante, can you tell me how you understand it?"

Ashe blinked her eyes, and said slowly: "I think the root of fear is the unknown, fear because you don't know what will happen."

The Scarecrow stopped tapping the ground with his cane, "Do you think the root of fear is the unknown? Interesting, this answer can't be wrong."

He smiled, tilted his head and clapped his hands, and the subordinate behind him stepped forward carrying a silver box.

"Now there is an opportunity to make everyone fear you, so will you do it?"

The subordinate opened the box, and inside was a bottle of concentrated fear gas.

and a red button.

Ashe's pupils shrunk, she took a step back, "Professor, I..."

The Scarecrow took the loaded gun from his subordinates and pointed it straight at Ashe.

"You don't have the right to choose, you can live if you do it, and die if you don't do it."

He didn't bother to guess the real purpose of Hannibal's pushing this student over, anyway, he should have thought about the current situation before he pushed him over.

He's not going to apologize for messing with his doll.

Ashe raised her head and said, "Teacher, I have a question I want to ask you first."

After receiving a call from Director Gordon, Batman rushed to the gcpd building as quickly as possible.

"How is the situation?"

A low, hoarse voice suddenly sounded from behind Gordon, which startled him.

Gordon rubbed his ears. Although he had experienced this sudden occurrence many times, he was still not quite able to adapt.

"We have sent out all the people we can send out."

He raised the tablet in his hand, and the small red dots on it showed the directions of the expatriate members.

"But there are too many hiding places that have been announced, even if everyone is sent out, there is no way to find them within an hour."

Thinking of the scarecrow's escape from prison last time, Gordon felt more and more heavy.

"The poison gas he installed this time is still an improved version, and it takes an hour to study the serum at the fastest speed."

Batman listened to him with his head down, and at the same time confirmed Robin's location in the communication channel.

After Gordon finished speaking, he was silent for a while, and closed his eyes in pain, "I don't want to see that purgatory scene again."

The scarecrow's fear gas will make people see the most frightening scene in their life, which will cause them to lose control.

People can't tell if they're hallucinating when they see what they fear most, and they just attack each other in fear.

The last time the scarecrow radiated fear gas throughout the city, the entire Upper West Side became a living hell.

Batman raised his head, his steel-blue eyes were hidden behind the white film, and he couldn't see his emotions clearly, his cold jaw was tensed.

The Dark Knight of Gotham promises him, "I'll stop him."

He turned and left, as quietly as he had come.

Gordon watched his leaving back and sighed.

The rottenness of Gotham is not caused by only gang members and criminals, but by the rottenness of the entire Gotham judicial system.

There are deals between the police and gang members, and between criminals and lawyers and judges.

The good people died one after another on the road of struggle, and the people who succeeded them also fought against this decaying behemoth with weak strength.

How can we see the dawn of hope?

I'm afraid it's necessary to cut out the rotten giant tree "Gotham" from the root, and then plant new seedlings.

And that's easier said than done.

"Director Gordon? The car is ready! Shall we go?"

A little policeman with his cap on one side poked his head out.

He is a rookie who was transferred from Metropolis to Gotham because of his righteousness, and he is also a newcomer that Gordon is rarely optimistic about.

Gordon withdrew his gaze, walked out, and straightened his hat, "Bring your gun, it is necessary to shoot directly."

The little policeman hurriedly followed his pace, "But they are civilians!"

The bat light was illuminated on the building, and the day seemed to turn into night. The red flags of the police cars flashed non-stop, and the yellow and black cordon was pulled up by the police.

Several figures in tights shuttled between the buildings.

They communicated in the communication channel using codes.

James Gordon looked up, and among those jumping figures was his daughter, Batgirl "Barbara Gordon".

He patted the little policeman on the back vigorously, "Idiot! I didn't ask you to shoot directly, but when it threatened my life!"

He no longer thinks about his daughter, and his duty makes him have to let go of his worries about his relatives first.

Gordon shoved the policeman forcefully into the police car.

"drive!"

The author has something to say:

Scarecrow: She's terrified of me (ego is largely gratified)

Ai Xixi: Damn it, I'm going to die of pain, when will he finish speaking.

Girls in their menstrual period are very violent, and they cast a pitiful look at Mr. Scarecrow.