Double the Happiness

After the thugs finished talking, they were just about to draw their knives and finish off the detective in the square—only to discover that he was gone.

"Fuck, where did that cop run off to?"

"I don't know. Did you see him?"

"No, I didn't."

"You fucking useless idiots."

Whoosh—

The evening wind swept across the night sky, and the still-shaken detective was deposited on the balcony of a high-rise beside the square.

"Oh my God." He looked at the tall, powerfully built black silhouette of Batman before him, his whole body going limp. "Thank you, thank you—"

But when he saw the wrecked police car in the center of the square, the thugs' jeep, and the shattered statue, his gratitude quickly turned into dejection and despair.

"This city is burning." His voice was bleak. "There's no hope left."

"Stay here. Don't expose yourself."

As the last echoes faded, the Bat's figure had already vanished.

He did not waste precious time encouraging the officer—in fact, if he had been Arkham Universe's Batman, he would not have encouraged the officer either.

In that respect, the two of them had very similar styles: decisive, high-handed, and willing to use any means necessary. Achieving their goal was their highest priority. Only because their circumstances differed did their methods differ.

Fortunately, Batman had always had only one goal: save Gotham. That was why he remained Gotham City's superhero and the world's greatest detective, rather than its most terrifying supervillain.

"Ah!"

Bang!

"Who's there!"

"Fuck, it's that terrifying Bat freak! Everyone, run—"

"Shoot him! Shoot him!"

Crack—

The dull thud of bodies colliding suddenly rang out across the square. Striking from the darkness, Batman began beating the crap out of the thugs.

To the thugs, his attacks were as fierce and terrifying as ever, every