Batman carried Alfred out of Crime Alley, where there had once been a grand theater...
"I think I overslept." Alfred woke on Batman's shoulder and looked at the light rising in the east.
Always mindful of the time, Alfred quickly realized what time it was, and where they were... this place.
"We're going home." Batman, his steps weary, carried Alfred toward the Batmobile parked by the roadside.
"I caused you trouble."
Alfred spoke apologetically. Though he wanted to get down from Batman's back, he had lain in that dumpster for too long. His blood had stopped circulating, and his entire body was numb.
"It's nothing." Batman smiled, helped Alfred into the Batmobile, and drove away.
Meanwhile, Arkham Asylum was already a complete wreck.
Fire trucks slowly pulled away. The first floor of the asylum had been scorched pitch-black by the blaze, while murky water flowed freely across the ground.
This sudden accident kept Miao Mu here for another full day. The key issue was that many of the asylum's patients had escaped...
At least no bodies had been found in the burned-out areas. That was even more unsettling than finding bodies. Who knew where those lunatics had fled to?
Still, it was not all bad news. At least they had caught the culprit behind the Gotham University poisoning case.
They had found him on the second floor of the asylum: Jonathan, the Scarecrow. But he was in terrible shape, like a demented idiot. He had lost control of his bladder and bowels, and when they carried him out, he barely looked human.
They found several unused gas canisters on him, dark green in color, with the Scarecrow's emblem painted on them in black.
Fear Gas!
It was Scarecrow's specialty, and its sudden terror-inducing hallucinations were impossible to guard against. So