"What are you doing?!"
After the two of them had ridden the Batcycle quite a long way, Nightwing finally could not hold it in anymore.
He stopped the bike and asked in a low voice.
"I like to get things done fast and efficiently."
Viktor seemed a little unable to understand Nightwing's logic.
"You said it yourself—quick and decisive."
"But you're Batman right now!"
Nightwing spread his hands, trying hard to describe the old Bat's usual fighting style.
"You're supposed to hide in the darkness, exploit blind spots, slowly pressure everyone's minds... Batman uses psychological pressure and fear through a concise and sharp fighting style!"
Viktor waved his hand.
"I know how to inflict fear, and I guarantee that after tonight, they absolutely won't want to see Batman a second time."
Nightwing wanted to continue nagging, but Oracle's voice, barely suppressing laughter, began urging them on.
Nightwing let out a long sigh, turned around, and silently started the bike again.
Lying on Nightwing's back, Viktor thought for a moment. He seemed to feel that maybe something really had been a little off about what he had done.
"Then let's do it your way. I can actually exploit blind spots too."
"I hope so."
The two of them quickly arrived at the next location.
This time, Nightwing didn't even need to act.
Viktor shot out at an even faster speed than before.
This time was even worse.
He used a speed that was far beyond normal but still just slow enough for people to barely catch a glimpse of him from the corner of their eyes.
Viktor made sure to get behind people before attacking.
He muttered one of those numbers, knocked one person down, and then immediately rushed to the next one.
Even when he was already right in front of someone, Viktor still would not attack. He would circle them until they were completely turned away from him.
Then came three extremely fast hits—high, middle, and low. Afterward, Viktor would rush straight to the next unlucky guy without even looking back.
After he used the same method to take down four members of this small gang that was trading drugs, the two people left were finally scared out of their minds.
One of them wildly waved the knife in his hand while shouting, trying to scare away the bat demon.
This was the first time they'd encountered Batman since arriving in Gotham City last week.
Like most people who came to Gotham hoping to make a name for themselves, some people thought Batman's reputation was exaggerated, and some thought they would not be unlucky enough to run into him.
But only after meeting him tonight did they truly submit to the fear brought by Gotham City's Dark Knight.
The main thing was that it was just too weird.
He stayed hidden in the dark, ran circles around, and seemed to have endless energy.
The person in the middle can keep turning their head or eyes and easily track someone running around them.
However, this Batman wasn't human at all and was different.
He moved incredibly fast and, at the same time, could suddenly turn back and change direction at angles that no normal human body should be able to do.
After taking down the fifth unlucky guy, Viktor looked at the sixth one, who curled up on the ground, screaming, shaking, and pants soaked with piss.
Viktor wrinkled his nose in disgust and ran off to find Nightwing again.
Nightwing, observing from the side, was also on the verge of collapse.
"What are you doing?!"
"Creating fear."
"I'm begging you, seriously!"
Viktor never paid attention to him. He jumped onto the motorcycle in a flash and started urging him on.
"Who's next in line?"
Oracle's completely uncontrollable laughter came through the earpiece.
Nightwing covered his face and vigorously rubbed it twice.
"First, notify GCPD to come... clean up the mess. That last one probably needs to go to Arkham."
The two set off again on the Batcycle.
In the earpiece, Oracle
This time, Nightwing was too tired to talk.
He stayed silent the whole way, and only Oracle was still giggling so hard she could barely breathe, but she slowly started explaining the next part.
"Based on the investigation over the past few days, we can now confirm that Bane has visited Clayface more than once. He might be trying to use Clayface's body to transport his Titan Venom. That stuff absolutely cannot get out on the streets."
Following Oracle's directions, the silent Nightwing rode the Batcycle with Viktor and found another entrance to Gotham's sewers.
In the dark, damp sewer, dirty water flowed slowly, emitting a sharp, horrible odor.
The two of them lowered their bodies and followed Oracle's directions deeper inside.
Soon, they noticed several brownish-yellow mud spots on one section of the pipe wall.
"You coming out on your own, or do we have to drag you out?"
Nightwing called out cautiously toward the dirty water flowing through the pipe.
The water, which had been calm, slowly started to ripple. Suddenly, a large lump of brownish-yellow 'shit' slowly rose from the sewage.
Nightwing looked back at Viktor, who, for once, hadn't charged ahead first, and joked.
"What's wrong? You're not going to go spread your fear this time?"
Viktor looked at the giant feces pile, which was gradually taking humanoid form, and silently retreated two steps.
This was really a bit too disgusting.
Nightwing finally got to see him look uncomfortable.
He shook his head with a small smile and was about to start questioning Clayface to ask if he'd seen Bane in the last few days.
Suddenly, Clayface opened his filthy mouth and let out a cry that sounded full of pain.
The yellow-brown bubbles all over his body instantly burst open, and pale purple gas sprayed out from the bursting bubbles all over him.
It carried a sharp, foul stink and quickly filled the whole tunnel.
"Shit, it's a trap!"
Nightwing quickly covered his nose and mouth and tried to step back, but he was still too slow. His whole body started to go weak, and he stumbled again and again.
Viktor watched Clayface wail and fall back into the gutter, reaching out to slightly support Nightwing and help him sit to the side.
Then a rough laugh came from behind them with a heavy footstep.
From the shadows of the tunnel, a giant figure walked out.
He wore a mask with muscles that bulged like twisted tumors, and his skin was covered with thick veins, and tubes glowing with a strange green light were stuck into his back.
Bane cracked his knuckles and stared fiercely at the Batman standing still in front of him.
"Looks like you came prepared after all, but your little sidekick isn't so lucky!"
"This is my newly formulated neurotoxin. Your little sidekick probably only has ten minutes left to live."
Viktor wasn't intimidated by Bane.
In fact, ten minutes were enough for him to destroy Gotham City a hundred times over.
However, this calm and confident silence only convinced Bane even more that this was the real Batman.
Viktor watched Bane charge straight at him.
A playful glint appeared in his eyes as he quietly suppressed all of his own strength and speed.
Now, Viktor was prepared to use only peak human physical capabilities to practice the normal hand-to-hand combat techniques Wonder Woman had taught him.
The two exchanged a few moves.
After the two exchanged a few moves, Batman's punches and kicks, held back because he had to worry about Nightwing, felt like nothing more than a massage to Bane.
Suddenly, Bane deliberately pretended he was about to attack Nightwing.
Looking at Bane's movements, which seemed more than ten times slower in his eyes, Viktor helplessly went along with it and purposely left an opening.
Bane seized the chance, grabbed Batman by the throat, and slammed him hard against the wall.
Bane's face twisted fiercely. He tightened both hands with force, and the muscles on his arms swelled even bigger as he roared.
"Batman, today you will surely die!"
But even after being choked for a long time, Bane still hadn't used the finishing move Viktor had expected in his mind.
After glancing sideways at Nightwing's condition, Viktor turned back somewhat coldly.
"You're starting to bore me."
Bane froze for a second.
"What?"
Viktor raised his hands and placed them on those two huge arms.
Bane's brain was now also affected by the Titan Venom, his eyes bloodshot, ignoring 'Batman's abnormality.
Thinking he had already won, Bane was just about to mock Batman's relatively thin arms and legs.
"Prrrt!"
Viktor's ten fingers stabbed straight into the bulging muscles of Bane's forearms.
"You're boring. I don't want to play anymore."
He yanked both hands apart, and the supinator muscles and bicep tendons beneath Bane's arms, along with a string of blood vessels and ligaments, were torn away like pulling apart cotton candy.
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