The withered branches, resembling gray bones, crawled all over the courtyard walls. Eerie and horrifying screams occasionally echoed from within the building. The walls were eroded and peeling, presenting a strange appearance, like a devil's painting. The entire building exuded a sinister and terrifying atmosphere.

This was Gotham's oldest building, Arkham Asylum.

Resembling both a mental hospital and a prison, it housed many mentally ill patients with criminal tendencies.

For some reason, Gotham seemed to be a cursed place, where criminals with mental issues were as numerous as pickpockets who could be happy for a day after stealing a hundred dollars in other places.

Inside the asylum.

Batman hid in the shadows, crouching near the railing close to the roof, his cold gaze looking down.

He had come here to investigate a large batch of chemicals that had been transported to the dock.

He had expected someone to secretly produce a white powder capable of sending thousands of people to the gallows, but now it seemed that things were not as he had imagined.

Inside the storage room below, it was like a pharmaceutical factory.

Workers wearing pharmaceutical suits were manufacturing white powder by mixing it in barrels. Under the command of a man in a white coat, the powder was poured into the city's water pipes that flowed through Arkham.

That man looked like a scarecrow in the field, thin and slightly hunched, with a pair of glasses and a gentle appearance. However, there was a hint of madness between his eyebrows. The nameplate on his chest read "Jonathan Crane," and his position was chief physician.@@novelbin@@

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