For Gotham University, today was no ordinary day.
Early in the morning, a squad of police officers carrying arrest warrants stormed into a psychology classroom at Gotham University.
"Jonathan Crane! You are under arrest on eleven charges, including endangering the public and poisoning!"
Milo, holding the warrant, shouted righteously. Every student in the classroom looked at the man on the podium—Professor Jonathan Crane—with disbelief.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Jonathan spoke with a suspicious look on his face. He was thin but tall, looking as though his suit were hanging from a clothes rack.
He wore glasses that symbolized authority. Though he was only in his thirties, he looked... more like a man in his sixties. Perhaps because of his frailty, he appeared very aged.
"Don't worry. Once you're sitting in the defendant's chair in court, you'll know everything, Mr. Poisoner!"
Milo showed no courtesy. He took the handcuffs from his belt and, working with the officer beside him, moved to cuff Jonathan.
"Fine. Could you give me a moment to recall what made me commit a crime?" Jonathan raised a finger and tapped his forehead, as if suddenly enlightened.
"Are you talking about this?" Jonathan pulled a tattered burlap sack from beneath the podium, still dusted with white chalk powder.
"Drop it!" Milo slapped the item from Jonathan's hand, then raised the cuffs to restrain him.
Jonathan flicked his wrist, and a pale green gas sprayed from his sleeve, landing on Milo's face.
"I told you, you've got something wrong..." Jonathan said softly, lifting his hand to spray the other detective in the face as well.
Only then did Jonathan have time to leisurely remove his glasses, put on the burlap hood, and yank it tight.
"I should have let you... suffer for a while first!"
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