Having lost the fifth-dimensional imp, Robin King was so furious that he grabbed a Mad Robin and beat him savagely, only reluctantly letting go when he had nearly pounded the other into a puddle of flesh.
But that still was not the last blow he suffered. The Mad Robins told him that Red Hood, who had broken into the Capitol Building, had not found Batman either. The worst news had arrived: Batman had vanished.
If Batman had been rescued, treated, or even fully recovered, Robin King would not have been afraid. What he feared was a severely wounded Batman disappearing. You never knew what the next time you saw him, he might have turned into.
But Robin King firmly believed that no matter what, Batman would return to Gotham. All he needed to do was lay a net here, and Batman would have no choice but to take the bait.
But then a problem arose. Every citizen here was half-dead. If he rounded them up to threaten Batman, it was hard to even tell whether citizens in this state were alive or dead. What if Batman saw he was holding a pile of corpses and decided to die with him?
Only the crying, screams, and wails of living people carried any threat. With this group of people barely distinguishable from corpses, even if Robin King claimed they were alive, someone had to believe him. And his reputation made it far easier to imagine that he had slaughtered the entire city and intended to reuse the corpses.
Robin King considered it and concluded that he first had to solve the problem of Gotham City having no living people. Apart from using the citizens to threaten Batman, he also wanted to know how whoever had done this had managed to knock out