A Love Letter to Batman

"Heh... do you think I'm afraid of pain?" Victor Zsasz said dismissively.

"I can tell from the scars on your body that you won't recover, but besides pain, there are other ways to torture people," Roland said calmly. "You can wait here."

"Hahaha... you really don't seem like a Priest."

"I hope you can still smile after this." Roland took out a Cigar box from his pocket, pulled out a Cigar, and then picked up Cigar cutter and began to cut the Cigar slowly.

Roland took a puff of his Cigar, exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, and walked out of the basement.

Gotham City Police Department

"What? Victor Zsasz has escaped from prison?" Police Department Killian B. Rob frowned as he looked at the documents in his hand.

"Yes, he dug a tunnel from Arkham Asylum and escaped. However, based on our investigation of the site, he must have dug that tunnel some time ago."

"Those recent unsolved cases... it seems he was the one who did them. I thought it was Copycat Killer," Commissioner Rob said after thinking for a while.

"Yes, according to our deduction, Victor Zsasz was guarded during the day and would sneak out through the tunnel at night to kill people. After killing them, he would return to his ward, but this time, for some reason, he didn't come back..."

"Hmph... what a madman, but thankfully he only killed poor bastards, so he didn't cause us too much trouble." Commissioner Rob tapped the table with his knuckles. "However, if the media finds out about this, it'll definitely be a problem..."

"After the Gotham Gazette headquarters was bombed, many smaller newspapers sprang up. Not long after Victor Zsasz's escape was discovered, they swarmed around like Fly to dung."

"If we can't catch this guy, it will have some impact..." Commissioner Rob frowned, thought for a moment, and said, "In that case... go and call our Police Department's 'star' sheriff."

"I understand! The director is truly wise and insightful!"

Soon, Gordon, who had been busy all night and was now full of resentment, was summoned to the director's Office.

"Chief, what's the matter?"

"What else do you want me to ask? Take a look for yourself!" Commissioner Rob impatiently threw a report in front of Gordon.

"Isn't this the case closure report I wrote? What's wrong with it?" Gordon picked up the report and looked at it.

"The case report is utter nonsense! I read it from beginning to end, and it's like a love letter to Batman!" Commissioner Rob slammed his fist on the table. "Go rewrite it! And don't forget, you're on the Police's side!"

Gordon looked at the thick ashtray on the desk and began to wonder if he should smash it over Commissioner Rob's head. After hesitating for a while, he gave up the idea, responded, picked up the report, and prepared to leave.

"Oh, right, there's one more thing," Commissioner Rob stopped Gordon. "Victor Zsasz has escaped. I'm giving you a week to go and bring him back."

"I understand." Gordon turned and left.

"Hey, isn't this Gordon? Got another scolding from the chief?" The speaker was a sheriff named Phoebe Fisher, a trusted subordinate of Commissioner Rob.

"Hmph..." Gordon ignored him and walked straight ahead.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't be so unfriendly." Sheriff Phoebe laughed and put her hand on Gordon's shoulder. "So what if you got scolded by the chief for not doing your job well? It's a small problem, what's the big deal?"

"Yeah, compared to some extortionist businessman or guy who takes Mob from the mob, this is a small matter," Gordon said dismissively, swatting the hand off his shoulder.

"Holy crap..." The other officers present were stunned. Was this something they could just say?

"You... you..." Phoebe's smile vanished as she pointed at Gordon, speechless with anger.

"What do you mean, 'what do you mean, 'what do you mean'? If you're not happy, let's settle this after work." Gordon gave Phoebe the middle finger. He was seething with anger and had no one to vent it on, so Gordon wasn't going to hold back when he met this guy.

Phoebe didn't dare agree. He knew Gordon's fighting ability very well; even if he had one hand, he wouldn't be a match for Gordon.

Seeing that the guy didn't have the guts to agree, Gordon didn't bother wasting time with him and turned back to his Office.

"Victor Zsasz... where could that guy be?"

Abandoned Church

"Hey, Victor Zsasz, aren't you afraid that Priest will kill you?" Professor Hugo was bored in the dungeon, so he started chatting with Victor Zsasz.

"You mean that Priest who helps the homeless every day? Forget it, he probably wouldn't even dare to kill a chicken normally. He only tried to kill me in a fit of rage. Now, even if you asked him to, he wouldn't do it," Victor Zsasz said confidently.

"Are you sure?" Professor Hugo asked, somewhat skeptical. "I suspect the Mad Hatter was murdered by him."

"How is that possible...?"

At that moment, Roland came downstairs carrying a bag.

"Don't waste time, kill me!" Victor Zsasz roared at Roland.

"Hehe... Keep making a fuss, that way I'll be even more pleased when you beg for mercy." Roland put down the cardboard box he was holding.

"Spare your mother! I..."

"What a tough guy. Let me begin the program I've prepared for you." Roland smiled. "Have you ever heard of Sensory Deprivation Experiment?"

"What?" Zsasz, confused.

"Professor Hugo, you studied biology, you should know what this is, right?" Roland asked.

"Sensory deprivation is a method of temporarily rendering a subject's sensory abilities incapable, placing them in an environment without any external stimuli to explore their physiological and psychological changes," Professor Hugo said.

"What are you saying?" Zsasz still didn't understand.

"The experiment was set in a dark, soundproof room. You had to cover your eyes, put on earplugs, wear gloves, and wear soft clothing, then lie quietly on the bed... Many participants quickly became uneasy and found it unbearable. As time went on, their attention gradually wandered, their thinking became blurred, and some even experienced hallucinations... In the end, they all withdrew from the experiment prematurely."

"I thought it was something serious, isn't this just for fun?" Zsasz laughed heartily. "Come on then!"

"Then enjoy it." Roland acted swiftly, gouging out Zsasz's eyes, puncturing his eardrums, applying a strange coating to his body, and injecting a potion into his mouth.

"What's this..."

"Now, he's been deprived of his sight, hearing, taste, and touch." Roland stood up and looked at Professor Hugo. "How much longer do you think he has to live?"

"... He'll go mad soon." Professor Hugo swallowed hard.