One Minute

"You're saying you found Batman inside this utterly ordinary van by the roadside?"

"Uh, yes, that's right."

"Then you thought he was a fake and tried to rob him, but Batman's hands turned into wheels and knocked you out?"

"That's exactly what happened."

"Ha!"

"Cousin, I know this sounds ridiculous, but..."

"Shut up! You must've snorted so much stuff you fried your brain. If there's really a Batman in there, I'll eat this crowbar right here and now!"

"Don't go, Cousin! There really is a Batman in there!"

Knock, knock, knock!

The thug's cousin had barely knocked three times on the car door when it was pushed open.

The thug watched as Batman got out of the car, locked the door, and then, with a flash, transformed into a bizarre Bat off-road vehicle. Its tires spun, and in the blink of an eye, it vanished into the distance.

A gust of wind swept past, leaving only the thug and his friends standing there in the breeze, completely dumbfounded.

After a long while, one of them finally muttered as if in a dream:

"Holy fucking Christ! I've spent all these years thinking Batman 'rode' the Batmobile, but who would've thought... Batman 'is' the Batmobile!"

Whether viewed from the front or the side, the Tattooed Man's presence had reached its peak.

His sexy tattoos and confident gaze all radiated the air of a master.

Deathshot was beginning to doubt himself. Had he misjudged the man?

But no matter how he looked at him, the man's steps were loose and his movements were feeble. Though muscular, he looked simpleminded, and he seemed even less intimidating than Slipknot had been.

To be honest, Deathshot thought he was even inferior to Captain Boomerang. At least Captain Boomerang was an Olympic-level athlete who had won the javelin-throwing championship several times in a row.

Could someone like this really be hiding his abilities?

The Tattooed Man took off his shirt, revealing a chaotic mess of tattoos depicting all kinds of things.

At that moment, he looked exactly like a low-level thug from a gang. But the tattoo writhing across his back as if it were alive was impossible to ignore.

Bane stopped what he was doing. He casually tossed Killer Croc aside like a dead dog and tensed every muscle in his body.

Cheshire Cat had returned. Thanks to her excellent technique for dispersing force and her bodily flexibility, she had avoided fatal injuries, though she was covered in dust.

She crouched halfway down and did her best to recover her strength.

Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle, gurgle, gurgle, gurgle...

As if something were crawling out of a swamp, Bane wore a solemn expression and stood ready for battle.

Pain appeared on the Tattooed Man's face. Then, under everyone's horrified gaze, the tiger tattoo on his body twisted and warped before crawling off him!

!

He was actually a superpowered individual!

Deathshot's eyes widened.

It was a genuine Bengal tiger, with a gorgeous striped coat and terrifying fangs. It was like something straight out of a fantasy novel!

Bane took up a defensive stance.

The tiger charged at Bane!

The tiger leaped into the air and pounced!

The tiger opened its huge, fanged maw!

With a sharp crack, Bane slid into a tackle. The tiger flew backward with every bone in its body broken, like a teacup dog that had been kicked.

Uh...

Ah, it was fine. The Tattooed Man had conjured a mammoth! How impressive!

With a boom, Bane flipped the several-ton mammoth over and pummeled it repeatedly, crushing its skull inward.

The Tattooed Man conjured a pack of wolves!

They were wiped out.

The Tattooed Man conjured a gorilla!

It met the same fate as Slipknot.

The Tattooed Man conjured another...

"Damn it, I'm going all out!"

The Tattooed Man looked grim. He turned to Deathshot and said, "Buy me some time."

Deathshot immediately agreed. Although none of the things the Tattooed Man had conjured could do much to affect the situation, the fact that he was a superpowered individual gave Deathshot confidence.

"I can probably delay that giant monster for thirty seconds," Cheshire Cat said. Her cool voice shone across the battlefield like a ray of moonlight. "As long as I don't engage him head-on."

Deathshot spoke from the side. "And if I interfere, we can extend that to at least one minute."

"I only need twenty seconds." The Tattooed Man trembled as Deathshot saw a Western Dragon tattoo twisting and struggling to break free from his chest.

This filled Deathshot with even more confidence.

Boom!

Bane punched the ground. The reinforced concrete exploded outward like a spiderweb. Cheshire Cat dodged with movements so nimble that even an Olympic gymnast from Olympus would have felt ashamed. Shattered stones sprayed across her body, making her heart pound with fear.

"Cheshire Cat, will your jellyfish toxin work on it?" When she heard her employer's question in her earpiece, Cheshire Cat inexplicably wrinkled her nose, though no one knew it because both her nose and face were hidden beneath her mask.

She said sullenly, "I don't have any jellyfish toxin. Besides, poison and cats don't go together at all."

"Huh?"

Chen Tao froze. In his mind, jellyfish toxin was supposed to be Cheshire Cat's most iconic trait.

But he quickly stopped talking, unwilling to distract Cheshire Cat any further, because Bane had already charged toward the Tattooed Man.

"Open fire!"

Deathshot rolled and scrambled, constantly trying to interfere with Bane. "Fuck, I knew this money wouldn't be easy to earn!"

He shouted curses, "Where's the Ventriloquist? Damn old man, where did you hide yourself this time? Get out here and help!"

Bane was enraged by the bullets constantly aimed at his eyes. Deathshot looked up and saw the wreckage of a car spinning through the air toward him like a flying blade. He let out a strange cry, turned, and ran.

At last! The Tattooed Man had finished charging his attack!

A Western Dragon burst out of his chest!

Good heavens, it was a true fantasy creature. It had black scales, ugly wings, and could even breathe fire. Deathshot was moved to tears. Finally, there was—

Wait, why was this dragon only the size of a dog?

"Woof!"

As soon as it emerged, the dragon squatted down, snorted, stuck out its tongue like a dog, and began making purring sounds.

???

"Bastard, are you kidding me?!"

"I-I don't know what happened either..." The Tattooed Man was sweating profusely. "This is my first time tattooing a fantasy..."

The next second, Bane stomped the Fire-Breathing Dragon into a bloody mess.

"It's over."

Deathshot's heart sank, and he turned around and left without hesitation. There was no chance of victory anymore.

From the corner of his eye, he surveyed the battlefield. The Tattooed Man had taken Bane's punch head-on, his limbs twisting like those of a rag doll. He was basically finished.

Killer Croc was covered in blood and lying there like a dead dog. No saving him. Time to leave.

Cheshire Cat was leaping left and right like a monkey to dodge Bane's punches. Her death was only seconds away.

"Deathshot, you have to save your teammates. Cheshire Cat and Killer Croc will soon lose the ability to resist. We must—"

Deathshot said nothing. He threw his two submachine guns, rocket launcher, and entire backpack of ammunition and weapons onto the ground so he could escape faster.

He knew perfectly well that if he ran, Cheshire Cat and Killer Croc would undoubtedly die. The newly formed Suicide Squad would be almost completely wiped out here, which was a result the person behind the scenes could never accept.

As for him fleeing in the face of danger, he might be punished, his reputation might suffer, and there might be all kinds of serious consequences and trouble. But no matter what... it was still better than dying on the spot!

"Hold on a little longer!"

Deathshot heard the sound of rushing wind coming through his earpiece, as if the other party were riding some kind of high-speed vehicle.

"Hold out for one more minute. After one minute... reinforcements will arrive!"

Hearing such laughable words, Deathshot laughed in anger.

"Go fuck yourself!" Even he failed to notice that his voice was trembling.

He looked at the muscle-bound freak who had tossed a car wreckage away like a toy.

"What kind of reinforcements could deal with a monster like that? Who in Gotham City could possibly deal with such a beast?"

"Batman?"