wjnovel Chapter 65 Scarecrow
Chapter 65 Scarecrow
Chapter 65 Scarecrow
My name is Jonathan Klein, also known as the Scarecrow.
To me, this is an absolutely insane world, always has been:
Madness on the left, chaos on the right.
The madmen of Arkham simply don't understand what unity and cooperation mean.
Most of the time, even when they cooperate briefly, they soon start killing each other, and one madman after another destroys themselves, until in the end, all that's left is Gotham's lost potential.
...The Arkhams were too easily harmed by their own arrogance and pride, therefore—
That's why I have to make sure this time will be different.
This time, the scarecrow will be the commander.
As far as I know, a good commander always has a backup plan.
I was already planning this when I was working with the Joker.
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"Oswald! My old friend. You have given me a wonderful surprise."
The Scarecrow gave the Penguin a warm hug, then smiled as he looked at Mayor Caro, who was tied up and gagged with a smelly sock stuffed in his mouth.
"Waaaaah! Waaaaaah!"
"What a timely gift—for us who are about to conquer the entire city!"
The scarecrow pulled out a fear potion and sprayed a large cloud of mist directly into Mayor Carlo's face. The poor fellow let out a wail that sounded like he was dying, and then promptly passed out.
"Fainting won't help."
As the Scarecrow spoke, he fiddled with the poor Mayor Caro while secretly observing the two guys next to the Penguin out of the corner of his eye.
Deadshot, a mercenary. He recognized him. The one next to him was the Cheshire Cat, whom he also recognized. Their presence near the penguin was perfectly reasonable—
It seems that the penguins really didn't pull any tricks this time.
"Of course, Klein, we are deep partners."
The Penguin smiled and walked up to the villains of Arkham, then picked up a glass of champagne and said, "After all, we're all part of Arkham."
He first poured a few drinks for Poison Ivy and Harley, exchanging pleasantries with them in a very familiar manner, and then toasted them one by one, creating a harmonious and pleasant atmosphere.
"Victor..."
Mr. Freeze stared at him coldly.
"Don't be so cold."
"I don't trust you, Copperfield," Mr. Freeze said. "Given your history of betrayal, do you really think I'd believe you'd willingly join our side?"
"Don't do that, Victor," the Scarecrow said. "The Penguin is an important partner of ours, give us some face."
Mr. Freeze poured the drink Penguin had given him onto the ground, opened his mask, and exhaled a breath of cold air, instantly freezing the drink into ice crystals before it even hit the ground.
The penguin smiled and said, "It's okay, it's okay."
He walked happily to the other side:
"Wow, isn't that a clay figure...?"
"Is there a problem with the other side?" The scarecrow quietly turned around and looked at the bat.
"Did he bring in Bane's men?"
Man-Bat shook his head: "No, Copperplate is very honest. Apart from his two bodyguards, he didn't bring any help. Bane's army showed no signs of mobilization, nor did they use any weapons to attack."
Copperfield didn't betray us. I think he knew that if he tried anything funny, with so many of us, we could kill him in an instant.
The scarecrow nodded.
The banquet was still going on, with songs and music playing, and the madmen of Arkham gathered together.
The Scarecrow raised his glass in smug satisfaction. This was the right way to cooperate with others; he realized how foolish his previous choice to cooperate with the Joker had been.
The Joker is too powerful; he simply cannot control the other party's behavior. It's these people, these ordinary Arkham brethren, who are more submissive, easier to control, and easier to persuade than the Joker.
But the scarecrows never considered that they were just as weak, vulnerable, and easily defeated as the clowns...
"My compatriots, a toast to the end of an era, and to a brand new future!"
Everyone raised their glasses together.
Then suddenly.
"Aaaaaaahhhhh..."
Without warning, Mr. Freeze screamed in agony under the intense heat of his full-body armor. He writhed wildly on the ground, and scorching steam escaped from the gaps in his armor, burning his body and causing him unbearable pain.
Immediately afterward, before the firefly, the mudman, and the scarecrow could even put down their raised glasses, his recruited Arkham companions were lying on the ground almost instantly.
"What's going on? What is this...?"
He suddenly looked at the Penguin: "Oswald!"
"Grab him!"
He loudly gave orders to Killer Croc and Poison Ivy, who were the only few of his comrades who hadn't been affected.
He shouted, "Catch the Penguin, that traitor! He betrayed us!"
"Okay." Hearing Killer Croc say that reassured him a little. Who exactly had the Penguin allied with? Bane?
However, none of that matters. As long as he captures the other party, he can fully understand the situation through proper interrogation.
He wanted to let the penguin experience just how terrifying the fear toxin was, that extreme terror—
The next second, he was grabbed by the killer crocodile.
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"Damn it, I want you to catch the Penguin—damn it."
He immediately realized the situation.
"Sorry, I'm a traitor," Killer Croc said in a muffled voice, scratching his head.
"Me too," Poison Ivy said.
"Of course I am too, cute little cotton ball~" Harley laughed.
The ventriloquist walked over and kicked Mr. Freeze, who was lying on the ground.
Bang!
His foot kicked off Mr. Freeze's hood with a crisp sound.
"You...you all." The Scarecrow's voice sounded somewhat muffled beneath the linen hood and mask: "It's hard to imagine what Bane used to convince you?"
"Do you still think it's Bane?"
"Not Bane? There's no point in lying, forget it."
The scarecrow shook its head: "Fortunately, I was prepared."
He shouted, "Court of Owls! Where are your promised claws?"
"The Court of Owls did not promise Claws." Lincoln March emerged from the shadows, his face veiled by a silver mask.
"Although I brought them with me."
Lincoln March glanced disdainfully at the Arkhams lying all over the ground.
"Jonathan Klein, you have failed the Court of Owls."
"Stop talking nonsense," the scarecrow said.
He looked at Mr. Freeze, who was lying on the ground groaning: "This doesn't seem like something the Penguin could make at all. It's more like... more like..."
He looked at the Penguin:
"Oswald, who are you really working for?"
In fact, Jonathan Klein had already guessed the answer, but he was unwilling to believe it because it didn't fit the behavior of the person he knew. He had focused too much attention on Bain...
"Damn it, Klein! We trusted you, that's why we came to your gathering, and you've brought in a traitor with great fanfare! You'd better think of something!"
He heard Dr. Pigface yelling, "My hundred twins seem to be under attack outside! They're not obeying my calls—"
Harley Quinn leaped high into the air and launched her attack on the scarecrow first.
The scarecrow used the same trick again, spraying a large cloud of mist in her face, but the woman, laughing maniacally, was unaffected and slammed her stick on the table next to the dodging scarecrow.
"That's why I hate the Joker. You bunch of white lunatics completely violate pharmacology—"
"Watch out, Harley! We have to capture him alive—" Poison Ivy cried. She carefully conjured a vine and coiled it toward the Scarecrow, moving as gently as possible.
"This is truly an unexpected situation." The scarecrow nimbly rolled backward. "It's a shame that what I prepared shouldn't have been for this."
"What do you mean?"
The penguin, who had been standing leisurely to the side, frowned slightly: "What have you prepared?"
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