Assassin Moth was about to go mad with rage as he listened to the battle reports from the front: massive losses on his side, and not a single effective hit landed on the assassin.
Even when facing Batman, he had never suffered such humiliation.
From personally suiting up to hunt someone down after yesterday's ambush, to clashing with other nearby gangs, one major and minor issue after another had piled up until Assassin Moth had not slept for an entire day and night.
He had barely shut his eyes for less than an hour before the alarm dragged him out of bed.
At first, hearing that the arrow-shooting assassin had appeared again actually excited Assassin Moth. The fierce irritation from being awakened was briefly suppressed. But then came the news that the enemy had successfully fled in a vehicle, continuously injuring his gang members while his own side had been utterly unable to do anything about them.
Then, even more infuriating news arrived.
The assassin trying to kill him was actually working with the shield-bearing man who had destroyed his favorite little bar and killed his men!
His fury doubled! No, quadrupled!
Assassin Moth was completely unable to sleep now. Veins bulged visibly across his body, and his entire body flushed red. Anyone unaware of the situation might have thought he was about to transform into Red Hulk.
Oh, right, this was DC. Then Red Hood would do~
Assassin Moth made an immediate decision. He chugged a huge cup of highly concentrated coffee, his whole face scrunching up from the bitterness. At the same time, he pinned all this suffering on Cheng Tian and Eileen. Then he decisively entered his moth launch room, where all his assistants had long been standing by.
Perhaps limited by the era, Assassin Moth's suit