Ririko blinked. The darkness around her had completely receded.
She was lying beside a flower bed along the street, a gas mask on her face.
Dick crouched beside her, also wearing a gas mask, his blue eyes filled with concern:
"Can you hear me?"
Ririko pushed herself up from the ground and scanned her surroundings. Jerome was nowhere in sight.
"What about the train?" she asked Dick.
Dick helped her to her feet, unable to contain his excitement. "Look who's back."
Ririko turned in the direction he indicated and saw a black figure blocking the train on the elevated Maglev Track.
Bruce wore his Batsuit beneath a suit of dark gray mechanical armor.
He had stopped the hijacked train with both hands, forcing it to a halt on the tracks and leaving a dent in its nose.
The night wind dispersed the pale yellow fear toxin, drawing the mist out through gaps in the train windows and carrying it high into the sky.
Ririko and Dick stood in the street and took off their gas masks.
Police officers poured into the train from both ends and began carrying out unconscious passengers.
Bruce stood on the elevated track, turned toward them, and raised a hand.
Jonathan Crane's hands were cuffed to a chair.
He didn't struggle. He simply sat there quietly, his frail, exhausted body finally stripped of every pretense.
He freely admitted everything he had done.
The officer opposite him closed his notebook and asked one final question. "Is there anything else you'd like to say?"
Klein raised his head and smiled, a tear slipping from the corner of his eye.
"Those people... they deserved it. They never truly experienced fear. They mocked me, undermined my research..."
His voice rose a little, then quickly dropped again. "They deserved to