Scarecrow Crane, a highly intelligent criminal genius, is a hidden agent deployed by the League of Shadows to destroy Gotham City.
More than a year ago, the Shadow Warriors Alliance, which had been roaming in the dark world for many years, showed its ferocious teeth again after many years. They turned their sights to Gotham, a city full of sin. They wanted to destroy this city of tens of millions of people just like they destroyed London.
Scarecrow Crane is the vanguard of the League of Shadows. He specializes in creating terrifying poisonous gases, even infecting the resolute Batman, leaving him trapped in the terrifying hallucinations it creates. It was this man, Crane, who had the ruthlessness to inject this fear gas into the drinking water of the citizens of Gotham. As soon as the League of Shadows' main force arrived, he would unleash the poison lurking in the bloodstream, plunging the entire city into madness.
Crane almost succeeded, the League of Shadows almost succeeded, and Gotham City almost fell to the brink of destruction. But in the end, they failed in front of Batman, and the backbone of the League of Shadows was buried in Gotham, seriously damaged.
"Klein, I'm here to ask you something." Donnie looked at the handsome young man and said slowly.
Even someone with a poor memory would be impressed by Klein's appearance after just one glance. He was tall and thin, with a rather sallow complexion, a full forehead, an unusually long nose, and two thick lips that kept his mouth permanently closed.
"A lot of people have questions for me, but I've already said everything in court." Klein rolled his eyes, glanced at Donnie, then turned his head away, looking indifferent.
Anderson was a little annoyed and opened his mouth to scold this ignorant guy, but was stopped by Donnie.
In fact, Donnie is very interested in this guy Klein.
Crane was a man without a fixed position. If one had to identify one, it would be the dormant League of Shadow Warriors. In his days without the Shadow Warriors, his actions were aimless, pursuing whatever piqued his interest. His only concern was tirelessly working for Batman.
Over a year ago, this guy was released by the local court due to insufficient "evidence of accusation", and thus began his long journey of causing trouble. This time, he was arrested because he sold the latest problematic drug to the Falcon family, and then deceived a group of crazy fans to dress up as Batman and rashly fight criminals. In the end, both groups were defeated on the spot by Batman.
The genius Scarecrow Crane was sent to prison for the second time and thrown into Arkham by Batman again. His glorious achievement was that he let Batman be bitten by the German Shepherd raised by the Falcon family.
Donnie winked. Anderson, being a rat, naturally had some good eyesight. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes, hugged the warden and a few officers, and left. Donnie and a bored Klein were left staring at each other through the window.
"I've already said it all. I told the judge everything I needed to say in court. There's no point in you just staring at me." Klein shrugged, staring calmly at this person he had never seen before.
"Let me introduce myself first. I'm Donnie, a mechanic. I'm also a shareholder of the Stark Group, so I can barely be considered half an upper-class person..."
"so?"
"So, I have a way to get you out! A way to take you away from Gotham and to another city!" Downey's expression was serious and very serious.
"Hahahaha..." Klein burst out laughing on the spot. He covered his stomach and slapped the ground, as if he had heard a huge joke.
"Do you think I really want to go out? Then why should I bother with Batman again?" Klein said.
"Batman, you don't care, but...what about the League of Shadows? What about the Ninja Master?" Donny lit a cigarette for himself. He had never smoked before, but he had only started recently.
Klein's expression froze, his entire body frozen in place. His eyes were wide as bells, and even his hands were frozen in shock.
"I don't know if you're a diehard member of the League of Shadows, or if you're being coerced by them, but right now, they're too busy licking their wounds to bother with you. You're like a discarded pawn... Or maybe they haven't given up on you, but are deliberately leaving you in Gotham, waiting to use you the next time they come back?" Donny took a deep breath and let out a huge frown. "I'm afraid you're confused yourself."
Klein's eyes followed the movement of the smoke ring, and eventually the focus dispersed along with the smoke ring.
"I think it's pretty good to stay in Gotham." After a long silence, Scarecrow finally spoke.
"Gotham is great, so is Gotham Prison great? Arkham? I told you, I can get you out. If you're willing, you can come back to New York and work for me. You're a genius at concocting poisons, and I really need someone like you. Of course, I'll pay you a generous salary in exchange. I need to find some clues from you." Donny finally stated his purpose. He not only wanted to get information about the Dionysus factor, but he also wanted to take this scarecrow with him.
"You want me to work for you?" Klein was stunned, as if he were looking at a madman. "You know I'm involved with organizations like the Shadow Warrior Alliance, and you still dare to ask me to work for you? You're so bold! No one has ever done anything like you! You actually dared to hire me..."
"I know you very well. You are a genius. You obtained doctorates in biology and psychology at a young age. You taught at Gotham University for a short time and later worked as a psychiatrist. You often went in and out of Arkham and used your poison gas to drive the former underworld overlord Falcone crazy. Then you followed the League of Shadows and almost destroyed the entire Gotham..." Donnie talked freely. He also knew that Klein was actually a bit timid and his original intention of making the poison gas was to help him escape after committing a crime.
"If you don't agree, I'll kill you!" Donny snuffed out his half-empty cigarette, threw it on the ground, and crushed it with his foot. "I know what you're trying to say. People die every day in Gotham City, and Batman can't take care of every single one... I can kill you quietly, without Batman finding out, or at least without him finding any evidence... Damn it!"
He was halfway through his words when a tall, black figure silently appeared behind him, making no sound. If it weren't for his astonishing hearing, which allowed him to pick up the extremely low-pitched heartbeat, he wouldn't have noticed. This guy's ability to hide was incredible, worthy of someone who had defeated two Ninja Masters.
"It seems that I found the evidence before you committed the crime. What a pity." The black shadow said slowly with a hoarse voice, which was obviously changed. He was lurking in the shadows, and his huge cloak moved without wind, like a bat in the dark!