Being kidnapped may be a problem that every rich person will encounter, but usually, the unlucky ones are always the relatives or friends of the rich. However, Bruce Wayne has been through many things without getting hurt. Even the tabloid reporters of such a big brother Tan could not find out about his family situation. It is not surprising that the kidnappers were helpless and directly targeted him.

Moses was obediently handcuffed and blindfolded by his female companion and stuffed into the car. He was taken to the destination in silence. He calculated the time in his mind: it took about 25 minutes on the road, so he should not have left Gotan yet.

So what exactly is this place?

He listened to the sound of the wind passing by his ears and the familiar smell of wet earth rushing into his nostrils, and a bad premonition gradually rose in his heart.

"Welcome to Arkham," the woman behind him said in a flat voice. "You haven't visited this place yet, Mr. Wayne."

What a coincidence, Moses thought. I've been a regular here for several nights.

"What are you doing?" he demanded. "For money?"

"I just want to invite you to meet our leader." The woman said calmly, "Just two days ago, a big deal of ours was ruined by Batman. The other partner felt offended and sent the second-in-command of their organization."

Who? Hydra? The Mafia? A third party?

Moses: "What does that have to do with me? I know nothing!"

"You can defend yourself. We just need explanation and whether you, the chairman of the Wayne Group, have the right attitude."

There was the sound of the metal door's security lock being activated. I didn't know if it was from the main cell or the office area - it must not be the main cell, otherwise Batman would have to work overtime again tonight, even though he already was.

Moses was pushed to sit on a chair against the wall.

"Is this Bruce Wayne?" came another female voice with a more melodious tone.

"Yes." A hoarse, deep male voice said, "I have brought the person to you. Ask whatever you want to know."

"Watch your attitude, Black Mask."

"We are partners! Not superiors and subordinates! Do you think it's easy to kidnap the richest man in Gotan and bring him to Arkham? This place is full of lunatics!" The man's voice sounded a little irritable, followed by the harsh sound of a stool leg colliding with tiles, "Ask yourself! Let's go!"

There were the sounds of heavy footsteps and high heels hitting the ground; the safety lock activated again, and then the last bit of noise died down, and the surrounding environment suddenly became so quiet that even the sound of breathing was obvious.

Moses waited patiently.

About half a minute later, the crisp 'click' sound of high heels rang out again: "You don't seem to be very nervous."

A hand gently rested on Moses' shoulder, causing him to lean back involuntarily.

"I can pay you." He adjusted his voice to make it sound slurred and strained. "You don't have to do this."

The hand on his shoulder moved to the side and touched his neck, lingering on the vital point for a while.

"Your heartbeat is quickening," the woman said thoughtfully. "Is it really because of fear?"

Without waiting for Moses to speak, she suddenly pulled off the black cloth covering the young man's eyes.

"Good evening, Wayne."

Moses' pupils shrank uncontrollably when exposed to the light.

A woman with brown hair and green eyes was standing in front of him, looking down at him with a smile.

This may be what the impressive women Moses has met recently have in common: they are good at wearing high heels in all kinds of strange occasions, they are beautiful, and they have the air of having been in a high position for a long time.

"What should I call you?" he asked.

"Talia al Ghul, you can call me Talia. You are even more beautiful than in the photo, and you are unforgettable at first sight, Wayne."

"Bruce." Moses observed the woman's weapons and equipment and corrected her address. "You are far better than me in this respect."

Thalia smiled.

"I'd love to have something happen with you, honey. But that's not why I came to Gotham today. Answer me honestly, Bruce, what is your relationship with Batman?"

"…What?"

"Don't play dumb in front of me. This night is longer than you think." Talia's fingers with the gauze coils were still pressed on the man's throat, slowly tightening, and her other hand pressed on his hard chest. "You may not have heard of us, but the Assassin's League knows everything about you - how is the little boy you recently planned to adopt? Do you like children? Have you ever considered having one yourself?"

"This has nothing to do with—Batman!"

"Really?" The woman stepped forward with her long legs, curling her right leg up and resting it on the gap between Moses' legs, and whispered in his ear, "Are you going to tell me that you have never seen that Gotham Knight, and that all of the Wayne Group's high-tech products have only been developed for civilian use?"

Moses had to choose between breaking free from the handcuffs and fighting back, thereby exposing his identity as Batman, or waiting to see what happened next. He chose the latter.

The handsome man's face was gradually covered with sweat and blush due to suffocation. His eyelashes seemed to be trembling with fear, and he leaned back against the wall in vain, saying in a hoarse voice, "So, it's like this!"

The shackles on his throat suddenly loosened. He was forced to bend down and gasp for air.

"I'm so sorry." Talia stood up and clapped her hands, but she couldn't tell how much disappointment was in her voice. "To express my apology, I'll tell you a little secret about why we decided to meet in Arkham - Black Mask and Scarecrow made a little deal, and fear gas is really useful during interrogations, isn't it?"

Under the bleak light of the insane asylum office, the young man's face was completely bloodless.

"You can't do this." His voice was uncharacteristically low.

"I can, or I already have." Thalia leaned over and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek. "It's not fatal, darling. Enjoy my little gift to you."

As soon as she finished speaking, the incandescent light on the ceiling suddenly flickered and then went out completely.

At this moment, Talia jumped up without hesitation and dodged backwards. At the same time, a fist suddenly came and hit her back of the head.

——Not Bruce?! Not long after this thought came to her mind, she turned her head to avoid the fist that was thrown at a low angle, but she didn't notice that a remote-controlled bat dart circled half a circle in the room, and then the metal wing with an anesthetic effect left an inconspicuous blood mark on her exposed skin.

A few seconds later, the flashlight came on and the reinforcements who suddenly appeared said, "What happened to her? I didn't hit her just now."

Looking at the familiar figure with the red hood, even though Moses was poisoned by the scarecrow's fear, he was still speechless for a moment.

How old are you?

Why is it always you?

I was off guard for just a few hours and you came to Arkham? Are you going to be side by side with Chou in the cell next time?

But Bruce Wayne had never met the other party.

He calmly put away the batarang in his hand, threw off the handcuffs, stood up and said, "I threw another punch."

"Ha, it's not bad." The boy came over and pushed him, "Can you still walk? She said she was afraid of poison gas, you didn't get hurt, did you?"

"…She sprayed the liquid on her wrists." Just like other women spraying perfume.

"System." Moses asked in his mind, "Is this thing okay?"

The system poked its head out after a long pause: "It's okay, you don't even need the antidote for now. You have to believe in Batman's physique and willpower."

“…”

Moses had nothing to say. He opened the window curtains and looked outside. Then, despite feeling dizzy, he asked, "Who are you and why are you here?"

"I was investigating Black Mask and saw them kidnapping you. You can't go through the front door. There are gang members outside. Can you crawl through the vent? You have to do it, unless you want to die here."

"I'm fine," Moses said simply. "Are you alone?"

"Yes." Red Hood thought Bruce Wayne was questioning his ability, and thought that rich young masters are troublesome. "Don't worry, just follow me. I... Batman sent me here, so there will be no problem."

Batman: "...Are you serious?"

"Yes, he trusts me." The child made up the story more and more fluently. "Batman happened to have something else tonight... I mean he needed to help victims in other places and couldn't be in two places at once, so he asked me to come to Arkham to save people."

Yes, Moses thought. I ask you to save me.

"You go first, I'll follow you."

The grille of the ventilation duct was taken down, and Red Hood climbed up first nimbly. At this moment, Moses suddenly had a fragmented illusion in front of his eyes, making him mistakenly think that he was suddenly standing in an alley leading to endless darkness, and his steps stopped consciously.

"What's wrong?" The young man's voice seemed to come from the boundless distance, with a rumbling echo, sometimes louder, sometimes softer, and seemed very unreal.

"It's okay." Moses closed his eyes, bent down and crawled into the narrow pipe.