American comic book police officer survival manual

"Young Master Wayne, are you awake?"

A slightly weathered voice came through the headset, slowly waking Batman from his nightmare in the wilderness.

"I'm fine... What happened?"

"You seem to be affected by the gas, you keep saying things... about the master and Mrs. Martha."

While in the Batcave, Alfred, as the butler, could not help the young master much. Instead, he could only act as the logistics commander in the distant manor, doing his best to provide information and supplies.

As a veteran butler who had worked for decades and practically watched Bruce grow up, Alfred was also deeply saddened to hear his young master's heart-wrenching cries of pain.

Unfortunately... he could never help Bruce escape his nightmares. Whether he was lucid or poisoned.

"...I'm fine now. It seems that ordinary gas masks are ineffective against those special toxic gases."

Removing the useless gas mask, Bruce's gloom deepened once again.

Those eerie poisonous gases must have created the most terrifying fantasies in people's hearts... and they don't even need to be inhaled; they can take effect simply through skin contact! That's exactly how I was poisoned.

Judging from appearances, this guy who calls himself the Scarecrow is definitely not an ordinary criminal...

With growing wariness, Batman silently turned in the wilderness and walked towards his Batmobile.

"That guy probably didn't take any 'contraband' with him before he left, right?"

"It seems not. The address of the bat locator has remained unchanged; it's still to your west."

"good..."

Back in the car, Bruce Wayne silently pressed the accelerator, his eyes flickering as he fell into deep thought.

Even he was affected by this terrifying poison gas; if such a gas were mass-produced and released indiscriminately in Gotham...

We must take substantial countermeasures.

"We've arrived."

Upon discovering that the two positioning devices were extremely close, Alfred interrupted Wayne's thoughts.

Upon arriving at the truck, Batman glanced around and discovered that the massive truck's rear had been opened, and at least several large boxes of raw materials were missing.

"...Wait, it looks like a significant portion of this batch of contraband chemicals was moved away? Who did it?"

The poison gas made by that scarecrow is very dangerous... but he probably doesn't have the ability to come back and move the raw materials anymore!

"It must have been done by someone unexpected..."

The elderly man in the bat cave tapped and banged on the complex screen, successfully retrieving some recent camera footage.

"It seems that when you were poisoned, young master, someone came here and took away several boxes of contraband. His actions were very hasty, otherwise he shouldn't have only taken away a small portion."

"...While I was entangled with the scarecrow?"

Feeling a lingering headache, and looking at the salvaged goods before him, Batman couldn't help but recall the Scarecrow's words once again.

"assistant..."

"What did you say, young master?"

Slowly returning to his Batmobile, Bruce, his body weary, connected the truck to facilitate the return journey. Exhausted both physically and mentally, he finally responded:

"An assistant...maybe I really should hire one to fight alongside me on the front lines."

This dark city needs more people to uphold justice.

The one who could withstand the scarecrow's poison gas...

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Shooting Specialization: 18 Beginner Level

Botany Specialization: 45% Unlocked

Chemistry Specialization: 10% Unlocked

Back home, Lucius looked at the changes in his abilities in the manual, and his expression became quite interesting.

"Another ability... Could it be because I came into contact with the 'Scarecrow'?"

Recalling the scene of almost being knocked out by the poison gas earlier today, Lucius couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.

"That's strange... what are the conditions for unlocking this ability?"

His botanical abilities seemed to have been gradually unlocked after he came into contact with Pamela. Although he had only unlocked less than half of them, they were still able to help him gather information during the previous critical moments.

And this extra chemical expertise... could it really have come from the scarecrow?

"The requirement to unlock her abilities isn't contact with villains, is it...? Could Pamela be a dangerous individual as well?"

But if it's true that you can only unlock abilities by interacting with villains, then why didn't you get any new abilities when you interacted with Mr. Frith, who was so desperate to cure his wife? He looked so dangerous.

"This shooting specialization is simply outrageous."

Since it was unlocked, the points have been growing automatically at a rate of about one point per hour.

Although it has remained at the beginner level since being unlocked, there has been no change in the rating.

But it was precisely this "beginner" level shooting ability that allowed Lucius to hit the bullseye almost every time at a distance of about fifty meters, accurately destroying more than twenty guns in a minute without harming the gun owners at all.

"If this level of marksmanship is only considered 'beginner,' how would it change if this skill level increased to a higher level?"

With many doubts, Lucius could only reluctantly put the manual away for the time being.

"Forget it, there's no point in thinking about it too much. It's my own fault for not watching enough American comics."

In order to maintain his image as a womanizer, he had to keep trying to get close to that young and beautiful female college student no matter what.

However, before visiting the injured tomorrow, he must follow Sheriff Gordon's advice and receive some psychological counseling and treatment.

"Many of my colleagues have succumbed to their inner demons... Gotham City is a city full of sin that can silently devour your soul and erode your ideals and sense of justice, so maintaining a healthy mental state is extremely important."

These are Sheriff Gordon's exact words. This experienced senior not only gave advice but also directly handed Lucius a membership card.

It was said that those who were harmed by the strange poison gas all suffered from some lingering effects of fear and paranoia, and that he should also get checked out in case anything went wrong.

Lucius was naturally very grateful for such concern, but...

"This place is rather scary..."

Embarrassed, Lucius pulled out the card from his pocket, and looking at the handwriting on it, he felt a pang of unease.

Arkham Asylum.

Even though Lucius knew that classic villains like the Joker and Two-Face had psychological issues contributing to their twisted appearances, sending him directly to Arkham Asylum...

Going to such a place would likely cause far more psychological harm than therapeutic benefits.

"Eh... this is quite a challenge."

The frowning police officer put away the membership card and buried his head in the pillow.

"Tomorrow is still the 'lucky day' of its predecessor; on this day every month, some 'fireworks' incidents would occur..."

The idea that a "lucky day" inevitably leads to "having sex" is probably just a coincidence... right?

......

the next day.

"Officer, I understand your anxiety, but Arkham Asylum is the best mental hospital in all of Gotham. Your problem can definitely be perfectly resolved here."

A beautiful doctor with blonde hair and an alluring figure sat directly in front of Lucius, displaying an elegant yet playful smile:

"Let me introduce myself first. My name is Harleen Quezel, and I will be your therapist for the foreseeable future. You can talk to me directly about any psychological problems you may have."

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