Bruce Wayne's Shock

"Gentlemen, ladies, time is running out. If you don't make a choice, Gotham will be reduced to ashes!"

The Joker leaned into the camera, a smug grin on his face.

Beside him, Bruce Wayne had never felt so desperate and endangered.

By day, he was Gotham's golden boy, a rich playboy; by night, he was Batman, the crime fighter.

He had never faced such a crisis, except for that time Bane broke his back.

If it were just the Joker, the problem wouldn't be too big, but the key to this crisis was the person behind the Joker.

He looked up at his surroundings. He was currently on a concrete clearing by the reservoir.

Next to the reservoir was the lush Gotham Forest, which looked like the claws of a devil under the moonlight.

Shadows threatened to swallow the entire reservoir, with only two or three lamps providing faint light.

From the deeper darkness, he could sense that the strange and powerful person was standing there!

"Hehehe, if no one makes a choice, then I'll begin my grand finale!"

"But before that, let me see, who exactly is this Batman who protects justice!"

Seeing that Batman, Bruce Wayne, remained silent, the Joker, holding the camera, walked up to him.

A pale hand directly ripped off Batman's cowl, revealing a pair of deep blue eyes and a resolute face.

"Wow! What do we have here? Bruce Wayne, he's Batman!" the Joker shouted with feigned exaggeration.

He already knew this outcome.

He had been unusually excited, thinking that Bruce Wayne would finally break his no-kill rule and he could die in a blaze of glory.

But when he bound Batman, the other party remained unmoved, which made him somewhat annoyed.

He hadn't originally planned to reveal Batman Bruce's true identity.

However, when an idea that would utterly humiliate the other party popped into his mind, the Joker couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle and remove Batman's cowl.

After all, he had a better idea now.

"Heeheehee! You didn't expect this, did you? Batman is actually the great entrepreneur Bruce Wayne!" the Joker said with a wicked grin, looking at Batman Bruce.

"Now that he's bound by me, today, before the eyes of all of Gotham, he will be...!"

Bruce Wayne's face filled the entire screen. Upon seeing it, the entire city erupted in shock.

"Bruce Wayne? He's Batman?"

"The rich playboy is Batman, the crime fighter?!"

"My God, is he really Batman?"

"Are you kidding me? The knight of justice who fights crime is a rich young master?!"

"He's definitely not Batman, he's a fake Batman!"

"..."

Bruce Wayne stared at the camera shoved in his face, his expression unreadable.

Since his true identity had been exposed, he no longer had anything to hold back.

Alfred had already located the nuclear bomb, and all that was left was to...

Before Bruce Wayne could formulate a plan, an anomaly suddenly occurred around him.

Flutter! Flutter!

The pale streetlights flickered erratically, their lights flashing on and off.

A black bat flapped its wings rapidly, flying out from the darkness and landing beside Bruce Wayne.

The entire city of Gotham was watching this scene on television.

Those who doubted Bruce Wayne was Batman fell into hesitation once more.

Director Gordon immediately dispatched his men to the Gotham Reservoir to stop the Joker's criminal acts.

But at the scene, the Joker, Bruce Wayne, and the person in the shadows were all staring intently at the darkness near the floodlights.

The faint sound of flapping wings continued to come from that area, as if a figure stood there.

In the dim yellow light, dense swarms of bats flew out.

Crack!

The Joker instinctively took a step back, his foot landing on the stand securing the camera, making a crisp sound.

The few of them shifted their gaze back, only to see countless bats emerging from the darkness, flying about chaotically.

The chirping of bats filled the air.

Tap!

Suddenly, a dark figure appeared amidst the swarm of bats, seemingly out of nowhere.

Bruce Wayne trembled, his sapphire-blue pupils rapidly constricting, narrowing to a single point.

Amidst the swarm of bats, a burly, dark figure stood, sometimes clear, sometimes blurred.

Through the dim, yellow light, everyone could see.

The figure wore a black bat mask with two pointed ears standing tall, a striking golden bat emblem emblazoned on its chest, its powerful muscles sculpted like rocks onto its body.

The cameras broadcast this nightmarish figure throughout the entire show.

Upon seeing his appearance, the entire city erupted.

"What did I say? That Bruce Wayne guy isn't the real Batman!"

"Look, this is the real Batman!"

"Bruce Wayne is just a rich kid, how could he possibly be Batman?!"

"Yeah, yeah, what does he know about being Batman? He's obviously a fake Batman!"

"..."

Seeing Bai Lang appear in the Batman suit like this, everyone believed he was the real Batman.

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A light blue prompt box appeared before Bai Lang's eyes.

"B-Batman?!" The Joker was shocked.

Didn't he capture the real Batman himself? How could there be another Batman?

Two Batmen?!

It was clear he didn't know that the one who fought Bane in the abandoned factory, and even killed Bane, wasn't Bruce Wayne, but Bai Lang standing before him!

Bruce Wayne's pupils contracted violently as he looked at the other Batman before him.

He had known of the other's existence for half a month, and during that time, besides pursuing the Joker, he had been searching for this person.

To this end, he had even begun manufacturing a new anti-Batman armor with novel materials.

But he never expected that the other party would appear here at this very moment.

Even everyone watching on television, and the person standing in the shadows, couldn't help but freeze.

Bai Lang's expression was blank as his gaze swept towards the shadows behind the Joker, deeper within.

His eyesight, terrifyingly beyond that of ordinary humans, allowed him to clearly see a person standing there.

A fully armed individual, wearing a black and yellow helmet resembling a football, with two long, thin grey strips of cloth fluttering, and carrying a long alloy sword on his back.

Looking at the figure who was identical to his memory and the comics, Bai Lang instantly knew his identity.

Deathstroke, one of the strongest mercenaries in the DC Universe.

Originally a super-soldier created by the American military, possessing an astonishingly intelligent brain, peak human physical capabilities, and the ability to heal most wounds.

An extremely formidable villain, an equal to Batman, and someone who wouldn't flinch even when fighting Wonder Woman or Superman.

No wonder the real Batman, Bruce Wayne, was captured by the Joker; it turned out he had such a powerful helper.

Seeing that Bai Lang completely disregarded him, the Joker grabbed a handgun lying on the ground and began firing wildly at Bai Lang.

"Another Batman? Die!!"

The bullets, carrying immense kinetic energy, erupted from the muzzle, their astonishing speed of over three hundred meters per second, almost faster than sound.

But Bai Lang had already focused his attention on the Joker's finger pulling the trigger.

With a slight turn of his head, he dodged several bullets that tore through the air.

Then he charged forward, his large hand forcefully grabbing the Joker's neck, lifting him up as if he were a chick.

"You bastard, die!" he snarled, his face contorted like a vengeful spirit of the night.

Whoosh!!

Accompanied by the fierce whistling of tearing air, his arm moved like lightning, slamming the Joker heavily onto the ground.

With a loud "bang," the Joker's entire body smashed onto the hard concrete floor, his arm breaking at a ninety-degree angle.

Blood occasionally seeped from the corners of his crimson lips, but his eyes were filled with unparalleled madness.

After slamming the Joker onto the ground, Bai Lang didn't stop. He stomped his foot down, and the concrete floor instantly cracked, forming a small pit.

Bai Lang shot forward like an arrow loosed from a bow, charging directly at Deathstroke!