Alfred had fallen unconscious, while Nightwing had fallen into Hush's hands.
"What exactly do you want?"
Hush held Nightwing hostage without saying a word.
Then, without warning, he fired a shot.
The bullet struck Batman's suit, forcing him back a step.
"That thing's tough." Hush clicked his tongue and lowered the gun.
His gaze shifted to Barbara, and he suddenly let out a giggle.
"I never thought you'd be able to stand again, Miss Barbara Gordon."
That tone, that presence!
Barbara raised her head in disbelief, glaring at Hush's bandage-wrapped face.
She muttered, "Impossible. This is impossible. You should have died long ago..."
"Unfortunately, Honey, I'm back from hell!"
"Did you miss me? Hahahahahaha!!!"
Hush laughed maniacally. At that moment, his figure completely overlapped with the Joker's.
Overwhelmed by psychological trauma, Barbara instinctively curled up.
She should have been stronger now than before her injury, yet she could not fully wield her strength.
But Batman was not shaken by Hush's words. He had been looking for an opportunity.
Now, he had found one.
While Hush was laughing, Batman suddenly flung a Batarang, slicing Hush's wrist.
With a cry of pain, Hush dropped the 050 pistol.
Watching from the shadows, Dane shook his head. Did every villain love wasting time talking so much?
Batman immediately stepped forward and unleashed a short combo.
Whether it was Hush or the Joker, their fighting skills were no better than street brawling.
They only won by being ruthless. How could they possibly compare to a martial arts master like Batman?
Within minutes, Hush was taken down by Batman, so easily that even Batman himself could hardly believe it.
Hush had run him ragged these past days, and it was over just like that?
Batman could not help tearing away the bandages wrapped around Hush's face,