Your Taste and Style Are Worthy of This City

"Ha ha ha ha ha! Laugh! Everyone, laugh! Why aren't you laughing? Life here is so boring—why not make yourselves happy?"

"Fear! I will become the deepest fear in your heart!"

"Hey, handsome! Want to open this door and come play with me? I promise I'll make you feel heavenly!"

"Kid! Open this damned cell door and let me out! I'm the King of Gotham!"

"Let me out! Wealth, power, women—I can give you everything you want!"

"Hehe, how about playing an interesting little riddle game with me?"

"Come closer. Let me give you a sweet, unforgettable kiss."

As Raymond and Davian slowly made their way through a dark corridor, maniacal laughter, screams, threats, intimidation, temptation, and incoherent muttering poured endlessly from the cells on either side.

This was Gotham City's famous "Arkham Vocational Technical College," the warm home of countless villains and criminals, as well as the "Longchang" where they studied and attained enlightenment.

Though it was still nominally a medical institution, in reality it had long since become Batman's private prison and "Crime and Abnormal Human Research Center."

Anyone sent here not only had no chance of being cured, but would grow increasingly worse through mutual influence, even constantly breaking through their limits and undergoing Mega Evolution like Pokémon.

In other words, Arkham was a typical breeding ground for poison.

Heroes and villains driven mad by Gotham City's terrifying environment had gathered here in grand fashion.

Batman might not even have realized that by doing this, he had actually given these mentally unstable super-criminals an opportunity to learn from and exchange ideas with one another.

Normal people went insane when they came in. Lunatics and psychopaths became even crazier.

The most typical example was Harley Quinn, the "Joker Girl" in a nearby cell. Wearing only a tiny