章節 15: chapter 15
Chapter 15: Cloak of Fear
The moon hung high over New York, casting an eerie glow over the silent alley where the assassin lay beaten and unconscious. Batman stood over him, a shadow darker than the night itself, his cape billowing lightly in the breeze. He glanced upward at the full moon, its pale light a stark contrast to the darkness within the city. With a sigh, he activated his commlink.
"Oracle, notify the NYPD. They'll find our friend here when they arrive."
"Got it, Batman. Sending the location now."
Without another word, Batman shot his grappling hook into the sky, disappearing into the shadows as he glided between the towering buildings, leaving the scene behind.
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Back at the Stark mansion, Bruce stood in front of a massive computer in his father's old lab. The dim light from the monitor flickered across the room, illuminating various pieces of high-tech equipment and relics from the Stark family's long history. On the screen was a file Bruce had pieced together on the masked figure who had been spreading fear throughout the city. He had given the man a name—Scarecrow.
The file showed multiple incidents—robberies, assaults, and other crimes. The connecting thread in each was the use of a fear-inducing gas, similar to what Bruce had encountered in the alley. At the center of it all was a blurry photo from a CCTV camera—a man in a suit, wearing a worn-out, old Scarecrow mask. He was seen speaking to the assassin Bruce had just captured.
He obtained this video after "kindly" persuading the mercenary to reveal where he had met this mysterious figure. With Oracle's help, Bruce was able to pull the footage from a security camera outside an old shop.
As Bruce stared at the grainy image of the masked man, he couldn't help but feel uneasy. Whoever this Scarecrow was, he was methodical, dangerous, and clearly had the resources to stay hidden. Bruce's mind raced with questions: Who was this man? What was his endgame? How was he able to operate so efficiently under the radar?
His thoughts were interrupted by an alert flashing on the computer screen.
"Batman, there's a robbery happening at the New York Bank," Oracle's voice came through. "A group of masked individuals stormed the building, and they've already attacked several guards."
Bruce quickly pulled up the bank's security feed on the screen. A chaotic scene unfolded as armed men in masks terrorized the hostages and smashed through vaults. The sight of innocent people in danger ignited Bruce's determination. He moved quickly, grabbing his gear and heading toward the Batmobile.
"Oracle, notify the NYPD. I'll be there in a few minutes," Bruce ordered, his voice steady and focused.
The Batmobile roared to life as he sped through the streets of New York, the city blurring around him. There was no time to waste. He couldn't shake the feeling that this bank robbery was more than just a heist—it had Scarecrow's fingerprints all over it.
As the sleek black vehicle raced through the city, Bruce's mind focused on one thing: stopping the criminals before more lives were at risk. The night was far from over, and the web of fear being spun around New York was only just beginning to unravel.
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To be continued...
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