Scarecrow Klein, a criminal genius with an exceptionally high IQ, was a pawn the League of Shadows had planted to destroy Gotham City.
More than a year ago, the League of Shadows, which had long operated in the underworld, bared its fangs again after many years. They turned their attention to Gotham, a city steeped in crime. Just as they had destroyed London, they intended to destroy this metropolis of tens of millions.
Scarecrow Klein was the League of Shadows' vanguard. He excelled at producing terrifying gas, enough to ensnare even the strong-willed Batman in fear-induced hallucinations. It was Klein who had crazily added this Fear Gas to Gotham's drinking water. Once the League of Shadows' main force arrived, he would trigger the gas dormant in people's blood and drive the entire city into madness.
Klein had almost succeeded. The League of Shadows had almost succeeded. Gotham City had nearly fallen to the brink of destruction. But in the end, Batman ruined everything, and the League of Shadows' core forces were buried in Gotham, leaving the organization severely weakened.
"Klein, I came because I have something to ask you," Donnie said slowly as he studied the refined-looking young man.
Klein's appearance was unforgettable even to someone with a terrible memory. He was tall and thin, with a somewhat sallow complexion, a full forehead, an unusually long nose bridge, and two broad, thick lips that always seemed tightly closed.
"Lots of people have things to ask me. But I already said everything worth saying in court." Klein rolled his eyes, glanced at Donnie, then turned his head away again, acting thoroughly indifferent.
Anderson felt irritated and opened his mouth to reprimand this clueless bastard, but Donnie stopped him.
In truth, Donnie was very interested in Klein.
Klein was a man without