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Chapter 38 Arkham's talent is the most valuable
🕑 Added 2025-10-12 14:39:38 +0000 UTCFrom the moment she stepped into Gotham territory, “Poison Ivy” Ivy was desperately suppressing herself. In particular, when she was attracted to the stadium by the plants, she had manipulated almost without hesitation all the plants to bloom, releasing her toxin spores as a way to release her agitation. During this time, she had almost become accustomed to the strange reactions that occurred in her body, and had been able to exercise good restraint. So, when she faced Connors in the follow-up, she didn't show much of a reaction until after they reached the nineteenth-floor apartment.
But being able to restrain did not mean being willing to restrain. Especially since “Poison Ivy” Ivy was not strictly human, she preferred to release her nature and follow her body's instincts. And Connors also saw that the Gotham City femme fatale was in a somewhat wrong state, and he also had the heart to improve his “Green of All Things.”
So when the two got on the motorcycle, and “Poison Ivy” Ivy couldn't help but rub against him again and again from behind, Connors decisively turned around and headed for another street in Gotham.
He rented a total of three apartments in Gotham and had always lived in the one on the 19th floor. He had hardly been to the other two places. The apartments were not very far apart, and the duo arrived quickly amidst the roar of the motorbike at a townhouse. This kind of tenement-like “villa” apartment had been subconsciously disliked by Connors due to the mostly wooden structure. Safety was on the one hand, and poor sound insulation was on the other.
However, nowadays, both he and “Poison Ivy” could control plants to create structures similar to “soundproof walls,” so naturally, there were no concerns in this regard.
“Compared to this crowded human residence, I prefer the vegetation-covered wilderness…” Even though Ivy was extremely uncomfortable, she still maintained her elegant temperament.
Sure enough, she’s wild… Connors didn’t contradict her thoughts. “Definitely next time. Now it's just the two of us, and you can detail how you can make my Green of All Things rise faster.”
“Poison Ivy” Ivy's long, fiery red hair became brighter, and the plants covering her body quietly faded. “I can't say. I can only do.”
Does Batman really exist in Gotham? Zatanna searched the web about this mysterious creature that always haunted the night and even began to wonder if this was something made up by criminals. By their word, this guy had at least more than a ton of power and was certainly not a normal person.
Faster than a bullet, impossible to hit, and even if you did, it had no effect. It seemed he could even create a doppelganger; though he was still far away just now, he appeared behind you the next moment. He could fly, could penetrate walls, and possibly use magic. He could be invisible and had evil-looking cars.
The more Zatanna looked at the information on the Internet, the more uneasy she felt. How could she defeat this guy who might be a high-level demon or vampire? She didn't know many magic tricks at the moment, and to defeat Batman, or even just find him, she would need the help of others.
Thinking of this, Zatanna glanced at the clock and saw that more than an hour had passed since the last time she had peeked at Connors from a space crack.
How about another look?
Zatanna picked up her magic wand, swung it through the air as before, and looked through the crack. Once again, she saw what she shouldn't have seen. After being in a daze for two full seconds, Zatanna reacted and closed the crack. Her fair face, which had long since recovered, blushed again to the base of her ear.
How come he’s changed places and people, and he’s still doing the same thing?! Zatanna secretly swore that she would never use this magic indiscriminately again.
The “flower arrangement” lasted more than forty minutes, and the Green of All Things rose from 2% to 7%. As “Poison Ivy” Ivy had said, the method was indeed very fast, but a bit labor-intensive.
When the progress is 100%, I could go back to my old world and become a master of the erotic arts, Connors thought endlessly, lighting the smoke afterward.
“Again?” Ivy had recovered from her previous wildness to her usual aloofness. She still had a strong aura, but what she said was not that aloof.
“No, no, it’s time to get down to business,” Connors waved his hand and refused. His post-coital clarity was making him tough to persuade.
“You mean, that wasn't business?” Ivy chuckled and asked.
“That’s a leading question, and I refuse to answer,” Connors went around the subject. He was going to find “Catwoman” Selina to get his supercar back. During the previous theft of Wayne Manor with Selina, the two had had a conversation about where to meet if something unexpected happened. The follow-up, although nothing unexpected happened, meant the joint was effective for a long time. That is, the roof of “Joseph's Jewelry Store.”
It was daylight, and “Catwoman” Selina might be sleeping somewhere or going to work. It was not yet time for her activities. Connors simply led “Poison Ivy” to buy clothes at the clothing store near the jewelry store. Otherwise, the appearance of “Poison Ivy” with her long red hair, her bumpy figure, and the vines wrapped around her arms was really too eye-catching.
The dress she bought was a thin, long, black trench coat, which Connors intended to make “Poison Ivy” look less conspicuous. But wearing the black windbreaker fit her temperament very well. Ignoring the existence of the plants and her skin color, she looked like a powerful businesswoman. With another pair of gold-threaded glasses, that would be a sure kill. She had gone from the extremes of the wild to the extremes of the intellectual.
They easily reached “Joseph's Jewelry Store” via plant stairs. Here, there was a little, inconspicuous bell. It didn't shake loud enough, but the sound could be delivered far enough. It was the tap code “Catwoman” Selina had left for Connors.
In Ivy's slightly curious eyes, Connors picked up the kitten's bell and shook it. Seven or eight minutes later, a vigorous black figure appeared in front of him.
“No,” Selina's first word left the two of them scratching their heads.
“What ‘no’?” Connors asked.
“I stole the art paintings to collect them for myself, not to sell them, so I have no money,” Selina said, her mean words delivered in her softest and most waxy voice.
That painting was specially bought by Mr. Wayne to deal with thieves, Connors thought. He didn’t expose the truth of the matter. Besides, he didn’t come for the money. He stretched out his hand. “Give me the car back.”
“Are you looking for me just to get that car back?” Selina wondered. “I thought you came to me to re-cooperate.”
“That's only second,” Connors explained. “Is there any interest in robbing Arkham Asylum once?”
This is different from the plan he told Harley Quinn… “Poison Ivy” Ivy watched on with interest, not saying a word.
“Arkham Asylum? What's there to steal in that broken place?” Selina was only interested in treasures and art collections.
Connors shook his head. He had to break “Catwoman”'s stereotype of Arkham Asylum. “Do you know what is the most valuable thing?”
“Artwork,” Selina was obsessed with this.
“…Talent!” Connors corrected. “My plan is in two parts. This part of yours is—stealing talent from Arkham Asylum.”
“…Who are you robbing?” For the first time, Selina heard about “talent” being valuable.
“Batman.”
“Oh—” Selina suddenly realized. “That is indeed a rare talent in Gotham, but what is the use? I can't collect him as a specimen.”
“Poison Ivy,” who had been silent, made a shocking statement at this time. “It's not difficult. I can help you make him a specimen.”
