Gale-force winds drove torrential rain against the ground with a deafening patter. When lightning split the night sky, the gray-green toxic fog could be seen rapidly thinning beneath the downpour, mingling with the rainwater and slowly flowing into the drains.
Everyone caught off guard by the drenching: (ー_ー)!!...
Damian wiped his face expressionlessly. "I remember today's forecast didn't mention rain?"
"Your memory is correct." Tim rubbed his brow. "The cloud cover is thick, but the weather conditions over the past two days haven't been enough to produce rain..."
Let alone rain this heavy...
It had come pouring down without the slightest warning.
"Looks like our baby fish is working her magic again." Jason tossed the mercenary he had taken down to an arriving police officer. Before the officer could react, he swung onto his motorcycle and raced toward the next location. "Great job! I'll buy you a grilled hot dog later-one that isn't spicy this time!"
In stark contrast to the jubilation on this side, Penguin and Scarecrow were having quite the opposite experience.
"What's going on? Why is it raining?! Why did it suddenly start raining this hard?!"
Scarecrow screamed furiously, seizing the nearest henchman by the collar, his eyes practically spitting fire.
"I... I don't know, sir."
The unlucky henchman spoke pitifully.
Although Scarecrow, Jonathan Crane, was scrawny and hardly looked dangerous, he was a master of psychology, and the fear toxin he developed could seep into every nook and cranny.
At that moment, his face beneath that terrifying burlap hood looked like a monstrous demon emerging from the depths of hell. The rough stitches on the sack resembled a demon's sharp fangs. His hoarse voice seemed to drift down from the heavens, and the world before the henchman's eyes began to warp...
"You look frightened... What is