Nightmare (Seeking Readership!)

"It's Killer Croc!"

Ross, a Talon, felt his heart pound, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

Even Jack, another Talon beside him, stared dumbfounded at the corpse hanging from the stone pillar.

"Killer Croc is dead? Just like that?" Talon Jack widened his eyes, staring intently at the corpse's crocodile-like face.

If someone had told him a few minutes ago that Killer Croc would be impaled and killed by a stone pillar, he wouldn't have believed it.

But now, he saw Killer Croc brutally murdered in such a cruel manner.

Judging by the shock in the corpse's eyes and the degree of blood coagulation, he must have been instantly killed.

And it happened just a few minutes ago!

Could it have been when they heard that loud noise earlier?

What kind of joke was this?!

Before they came, they had thoroughly investigated Killer Croc's information.

Killer Croc's strength was terrifying, weighing over two tons. His endurance and tough defense were several times that of a normal human.

Not to mention that conventional firearms couldn't even break through his scales.

And yet, this terrifying monster, who made ordinary people tremble at the mention of his name, was inexplicably dead here?

Ross and Jack exchanged glances, seeing the horror in each other's eyes.

They then shifted their gaze to other parts of the room.

Finally, they saw--

Opposite the corpse, a dark, sturdy figure stood there.

A few bats flew around him from time to time, like angels of death.

Just then, the dark figure seemed to sense something.

He slowly raised his head, his face grim and dark.

Ross and Jack, two Talons of the Court of Owls, held their breath.

But the dangerous dark figure seemed to sense something.

His lips curled into a chilling, cruel smile!

Whoosh!!

Suddenly, the dark figure blurred into an afterimage, streaking across the air. Like a bat with spread wings, he charged towards the ventilation shaft and pulled the two of them down!

With a dull thud, the two elite Talons, who had fought countless battles, were slammed to the ground by Bai Lang.

The force was so immense it could shatter buildings made of reinforced concrete.

Ross and Jack felt their entire bodies crushed, unable to sense anything other than their hearts beating weakly.

It was as if all their flesh, nerves, and bones had been pulverized.

Staring at the figure before them, like a black nightmare, Ross and Jack were filled with terror.

Meanwhile, Arkham Island.

"Batman, Gotham's Dark Knight will soon be my subordinate..."

Black Mask, Roman Sionis, looked sinisterly at Batman, Bruce Wayne, who was clutching his head.

His ability could control others' minds.

"Your power only works on the weak!"

Batman, Bruce Wayne, roared, then grabbed Black Mask with a Batarang in his hand.

"Tell me, where is Arkham now?"

After getting Arkham's location, Batman threw a punch at Black Mask's face, the heavy force knocking him unconscious.

Ten minutes later, Batman, Bruce Wayne, carrying the equally unconscious Dr. Arkham, got into the Batmobile.

"Dr. Arkham cannot die, at least not now."

Batman, Bruce, thought to himself as he looked at the sleeping Arkham beside him.

"Young Master Wayne," the voice of his butler, Alfred, came through his ear.

"What is it, Alfred?"

"While you were on Arkham Island these past few days, that fake Batman has appeared in Gotham City every night."

"And..." Alfred's voice seemed to be filled with a hint of horror.

This made Batman, Bruce Wayne's, heart sink slightly. What had happened to make Alfred sound so terrified?

"At Gotham Mercy Hospital... dozens of ordinary citizens were killed by him. Killer Croc and two Talons also seem to have been killed by the perpetrator."

Batman, Bruce Wayne's, pupils suddenly contracted.

He knew very well how difficult the Talons were to deal with.

These guys, who had extremely strong regenerative abilities and were incredibly tenacious, impossible to kill no matter what, had actually died, two of them?!

It seemed that guy was even more troublesome than he imagined…

Bruce Wayne stepped on the accelerator, speeding towards the Batcave.

After settling Dr. Arkham, he quickly arrived at the Batcave.

Several photos from the scene at Gotham Mercy Hospital appeared on the large screen.

Dozens of ragged corpses were piled up on one side, while on the other, a giant stone pillar was impaled through Killer Croc.

In the center were two figures that looked like charred charcoal. Judging from the owl helmets that had fallen, they appeared to be the Talon assassins from the Court of Owls.

Looking at the dozens of innocent ordinary people who had been killed, and Mercy Hospital smashed into ruins.

Bruce Wayne gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, veins bulging on his forehead.

"Alfred, help me investigate these dead ordinary people and see if their families need any financial assistance."

He carefully examined the wounds on the ragged corpses.

"These ordinary people weren't killed by him."

They were all missing some flesh, blood, and organs. This situation looked like the work of Killer Croc.

But Killer Croc and those two Talons were in an incredibly miserable state, not even a complete corpse remained.

This kind of act must have been done by that fake Batman!

He slowly unclenched his fist, took a deep breath, his expressionless.

"Also, help me contact Fox and ask about the progress of his Anti-Superman Armor."

Gotham's old town, on a rooftop.

[Ability Points +40]

A light blue notification box appeared in front of Bai Lang, but he had no time to look at it.

A group of spirits stood beside him, constantly thanking him.

Death sat on a nearby platform, gazing at the city's night sky.

The lights of distant skyscrapers flickered, while the low-rise houses nearby were dilapidated and dark.

Though they were in the same city, a polarized scene appeared.

In the distance were the urban buildings of the new era, while here, it seemed as if people, along with this place, had been abandoned by the changing times.

Bai Lang, wearing the Batman suit, after appeasing the spirits, walked over to Death's side.

"Um… Sister, some of the spirits among them want to stay with me. Can I keep them?"

Sitting beside Death, Bai Lang thought about it before saying this.

After all, if he wanted to use the Death Whisper ability to enslave spirits, he would have to talk to Death sooner or later.

Whether he said it early or late, it was better to say it now.

At least he would get a definite answer and avoid being confronted by Death later.

"Oh?" Death looked at him with some surprise. "Are there still those among them who are attached to this world?"

"The dead, no matter how the world treated them, would still want to remain in this world," Bai Lang said.

"It seems you really want to help them." Death turned her head and looked at the spirits behind him.

They looked reserved, showing strained smiles on their faces when facing her gaze.

Bai Lang fell silent for a moment, gazing at the distant high-rise buildings, and slowly said, "I'm just… acting out of the kindness of a good person."