I'm Very Generous

A city where light can never reach

A sinister atmosphere permeated the streets and alleys, with robberies taking place everywhere, the robbers' ferocious faces appearing even more distorted in the dim light.

Intense gunfire erupted, bullets whizzed through the narrow streets, and sparks flew everywhere.

The drug deal was taking place quietly in a corner, and pairs of greedy eyes gleamed eerily in the darkness.

The human trafficking never stopped, and the cries of the innocent were mercilessly drowned out by the clamor of this sinful city.

Whenever Gotham faces a crisis, Batman appears to save the day.

In the sky

Batman, piloting the Batplane, locked onto a black drone and opened fire.

A massive fireball appeared in the sky above the city, illuminating a patch of the horizon.

The Gotham City glanced at the sound of the explosion, then lowered their heads and hurried on their way, seemingly already numb to such sights.

After Batman resolved the drone bombing crisis, he was about to return to the Batcave when he heard urgent cries for help from below.

"Hey Batman, help me..."

Batman peered down and saw a man in a suit sitting on the ground, looking panicked, frantically waving for help at the Batplane.

Batman opened the cockpit and jumped out.

Without any cushioning, he landed directly on the ground, the powerful impact leaving two deep footprints beneath his feet and sending dust billowing up.

The man in the suit froze, his mouth slightly agape, his eyes filled with shock, seemingly startled by Batman's thunderous entrance.

Batman also realized that his entrance was problematic and offered an explanation.

"The newly developed power boots, are you alright? Are you injured anywhere?" Batman's deep voice carried a hint of concern.

"Um, I'm fine, it's just that my leg is injured. Could you help me up, Batman?"

The man in the suit seemed to believe Batman's explanation, and pleaded in a trembling voice.

"Of course, let me take a look at your injury."

Batman glanced at his injured leg, then knelt down beside him, placing both hands on his leg.

"You've been tricked! Die, Batman!"

The man in the suit suddenly turned menacing, pulled out a sharp dagger from behind his back, and stabbed it fiercely into Batman's temple.

A metallic clanging sound rang out.

The man in the suit stared in shock at the deformed spiked knife in his hand, then at the glimpse of flesh peeking out from Batman's tattered helmet, his face filled with disbelief.

"Drones, you should be grateful."

Without even looking up, Batman tightened his grip on his leg.

"Ahhh!!! Stop, stop!"

The drone emitted a piercing scream, its sharp, pointed knife wildly stabbing at Batman.

Click click click-

With a few sharp, teeth-grinding cracks, all the bones in the drone's right leg were crushed to pieces.

"Ahhh..."

Batman didn't stop, grabbing his other leg.

Click click click-

"Hmm..."

The drone immediately went numb.

"You want my life? I'll just break your two legs. Isn't that generous?" Batman said slowly.

"... Who... you... um... are you?"

The drone was covered in cold sweat, looking at the legs that were as soft as noodles, its voice trembling uncontrollably.

Such cruelty and such immense power are definitely not Batman's.

Batman glanced at him in surprise. This level of pain, and he'd only been unconscious for a few seconds before waking up. Even a minor boss in Gotham possessed this level of willpower.

I was just overthinking it; this painful experience has been a wake-up call.

"I am the night, I am fear, I am Batman."

After saying that, Batman jumped back into the plane that was hovering in the air and flew away.

The drone on the ground watched Batman disappear, its taut nerves finally giving way, and it fainted, only to be repeatedly awakened by pain.

Back on the plane, Batman removed his helmet; it was Kino. He shivered.

"How embarrassing, how did Bruce come up with this line?"

Kino's face still bore the lingering seriousness of his previous cold demeanor, but now it held a hint of helplessness and embarrassment.

That's right, Kino also came out to fight criminals.

How could he be absent from something so interesting?

"I think it looks really cool, but the lines will be changed next time."

I am Eternal Night, I am Calamity, I am the Demon King! What do you think, Pamela?

"Honey, I think he looks really cool too. A security camera just took a really cool picture of him."

The aircraft's communication system picked up Venom and Pamela's voices.

"We can try that next time. Also, everyone has to say the lines I just recited."

Kino spoke into the communication channel, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Yes, Young Master."

"Received, Chief."

"The leader must feel embarrassed himself, so he's dragging us into this embarrassment."

A voice rang out, and the people behind fell silent. It was Frank's voice.

"Will, you idiot, the microphone's still on."

"Ah! I'm sorry, Chief, I didn't mean to."

Will's panicked voice came through the communicator.

"It's okay, I'm not a petty person. But Will, which foot did you step into the portal first today?"

Will, who was running across the rooftop, breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing the chief's calm voice and replied without hesitation, "Right foot, Chief."

"Don't you know I like to walk with my left foot first today? Will, you're going back to Hela for a week of hellish training."

Kino's voice remained calm, yet it sent a chill down Will's spine. He slipped and fell into a small alley, but quickly got up.

"Chief, spare me!"

Will wailed, "The so-called hellish training really does push you to the brink of death, then heals you with Healing Potion and continues."

Kino has hung up.

Will's communicator began to ring with words of comfort from his teammates.

"Will, don't worry, I'll help you. I'll inject you with the Healing Potion."

"Poor Will, where did your luck go to beat us?"

"They must have used up all their resources to defeat us."

"Ha ha ha ha..."

The laughter of his teammates echoed through the communicator, Will felt like crying.

"What's up? You seem so happy. How about I join you, guys?"

A cheeky voice came through the communication channel.

The once-busy communication channel fell silent, and everyone tacitly turned off their communicators.

"FK! Why is there no sound? Is it broken? Is it out of power? Batman's stuff isn't reliable either!"

Deadpool tapped the communicator a few times, but when it didn't respond, he casually tossed it away.

"Alright, let's get down to business. Don't forget to watch the exciting showdown to come, darling!"

Deadpool blew a kiss towards the corner, his signature nonchalant smile on his face, and put on his mask.

He walked toward Arkham with Batman's signature gait.