Explosion! (Seeking Follow-up!)

Bruce, clad in the Anti-Superman Armor, flew through the air.

His body was level with the small truck carrying Clayface and Black Mask.

One arm grabbed the underside of the truck with force, while his feet stomped heavily onto the asphalt road.

RUMBLE!!

His powerful thighs, encased in the armor, planted themselves like pillars onto the road.

Feeling his feet firmly on the ground, Batman Bruce Wayne abruptly raised his hand.

The armor behind his right elbow quickly assembled into two three-centimeter thrusters, spewing forth blazing flames.

Simultaneously, the power armor began to operate, amplifying his arm strength.

SCREEECH--

Accompanied by the roar of compressing steel, the five-ton truck was instantly lifted by his single hand.

Most drivers on the road, witnessing Batman lifting a truck with one hand, stared in horror, filled with fear and dread at such immense strength.

Only a few reckless reporters took out their cameras and quickly snapped pictures of the scene.

This was big news, front-row coverage of Batman battling criminals, definitely worth a lot of money!!

Inside the truck, Black Mask and Clayface's expressions drastically changed, but they quickly regained their composure.

Previously, on Arkham Island, Batman had already displayed terrifying strength beyond that of ordinary humans.

"Black Mask, Clayface, you should be returning to Arkham Asylum…"

Batman Bruce Wayne looked at the two preparing to jump from the truck, his voice low.

But Black Mask had already vanished from the vehicle.

Seeing Black Mask leap from the truck, Clayface's right hand transformed into a massive meteor hammer.

"Batman! You mongrel, if you want to fight, then fight!"

Clayface's face contorted fiercely as he channeled all his strength.

"Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!"

He swung his arm, the air rapidly tearing apart under his immense power, and the meteor hammer smashed fiercely towards Batman Bruce Wayne.

This strike was delivered with his full strength, a force of several tons!

It was a terrifying blow beyond anything before!

BOOM!!

A massive sound erupted, echoing for hundreds of meters, stirring up violent winds.

Batman Bruce Wayne stood motionless, the meteor hammer of Clayface before him.

CRACK! CRACK!

Clayface's expression suddenly changed.

He saw a small crack appear in the middle of the rock meteor hammer he had formed.

Then, like a virus, the crack spread across the entire meteor hammer, until it covered it completely.

BOOM!!

Batman Bruce Wayne, expressionless, crushed the shattered rock meteor hammer.

Clayface reacted swiftly, regenerating an identical rock meteor hammer in just three seconds.

However, a massive dark shadow hurtled towards him.

It was the small truck being wielded by Batman Bruce Wayne's other hand!

He had no time to dodge, his entire body transforming into incredibly hard granite to withstand the blow.

But the Anti-Superman Armor Batman Bruce Wayne wore provided strength beyond reason.

A force of over thirty tons swung the truck, furiously compressing the air.

The immense power, carrying the truck, slammed hard into Clayface.

Countless rock fragments exploded, scattering in all directions.

Fire hydrants on the road, glass windows of shops, stray dogs lying in alleyways.

Without exception, all were hit by this terrifying barrage of debris.

Water sprayed, glass shattered, cats and dogs died.

The rock fragments splashed everywhere.

Batman Bruce's expression faltered. He saw a little girl, about six years old, by the roadside.

The little girl was staring blankly at his battle with Clayface, completely unaware of the debris flying towards her.

These fragments, carrying immense power, would surely kill the girl if they hit her.

His expression froze. Gritting his teeth, he kicked Clayface, then used the momentum and the armor's propulsion to charge towards the girl.

BOOM!!

The debris hit the Anti-Superman Armor he was wearing, while the little girl was held safely in his arms, unharmed.

"Don't be scared!" Bruce patted the hair of the child, who was too terrified to speak.

"It's okay!"

Behind them, Clayface was still charging.

Seeing Batman Bruce holding a little girl, his face contorted into a furious roar.

"You... you... you... bastard!!"

"Screw your mother!!"

Batman Bruce Wayne shielded the girl in his arms and let out a rare curse.

He extended his right hand, and from his palm shot out a large net, identical in material to the armor, which firmly wrapped around Clayface.

Clayface struggled with all his might but still couldn't tear the net apart.

He was completely trapped.

"Clayface, you stupid fool, you can stay here!"

With that, Batman Bruce handed the little girl over to the police who had just arrived.

Then, he turned his gaze to Black Mask Roman Sionis, who was desperately fleeing not far away.

Sensing Batman's gaze behind him, Black Mask's heart leaped.

"How... how could this be?"

He glanced back at the trapped Clayface and Batman Bruce Wayne, his expression freezing.

"Right... damn it, I'm scared of you too!"

Then, he turned and quickly ran towards the Chinese restaurant he had marked beforehand.

As soon as he entered, he activated his Abilities.

Black Mask possessed a certain level of mind control, capable of controlling those with weak wills.

Baker, standing behind the counter, the little girl Molly tidying tables, and Gardner, engaged in conversation.

The pupils of their eyes instantly lost focus, their spirits vacant, as if controlled by something.

The only thing that puzzled Black Mask was that an old man leaning against the wall seemed unaffected by his Abilities.

When Batman Bruce Wayne arrived at the Farmer's Chinese Restaurant, he saw this group of people charging at him frantically.

"Mike Benjamin, I'm here to find you on behalf of your father."

Fake Batman Bai Lang, with Mike Benjamin, quickly ran out of the abandoned unfinished building number three.

"Your father John is dying, and he wishes to see you one last time."

Hearing this, Mike, who had been resisting and struggling, suddenly froze.

"My father? Batman, what did you do to my father?!"

In his mind, he recalled that stern, serious-faced man.

In Mike's memory, his father was always serious.

But upon hearing the news of his father's imminent death from Batman, his previously weak and pale arms seemed to regain strength.

He desperately pushed against Bai Lang's chest, wanting to get down.

But how could Bai Lang's immense strength be resisted by a junkie like him?

Taking Mike, he used his incredible speed and magnetic field power to buy a suit from the mall.

He had Mike put on the suit, which fit him reasonably well.

"John is dying, and you don't want him to have any regrets, do you?"

Mike gritted his teeth, glanced at Batman in front of him, then turned to change his clothes.

His current clothes were indeed presentable, tattered and covered in stains, filthy.

His thoughts drifted back to when he first arrived in Gotham.

He had no education, no skills, nothing but the drive of a young man.

He then joined Falcone's gang.

At first, he made a lot of money, slept with many women, and in his drunken revelry, he thought about bringing his father over.

But later, after Batman appeared, Falcone's gang suffered repeated setbacks, and eventually, the Falcone family even withdrew from Gotham.

He had nowhere to go; Penguin's Gang wouldn't take him, and Joker's Gang had too high a mortality rate.

The bosses of other major gangs killed their subordinates on a whim.

To save his own life, he did many dirty and difficult jobs along the way.

Mike had considered going home, but he feared his father's disappointed gaze and scolding even more.

However, when Batman told him his father was dying, he realized seven years had already passed.

Seven years. That man who stood tall and proud was nearing his end.

"Why did you do this?" Mike asked.

"I did it because I wanted to, it has nothing to do with you!!" Bai Lang said coldly.

Mike's face froze in surprise.

Before he could react, Bai Lang picked him up again.

With a sudden stomp of his foot, the ground shattered, creating a small pit five centimeters in diameter.

Almost instantly, the two of them shot towards the city center.

With extreme mental focus, Bai Lang could sense all movement within a three-kilometer radius.

Just moments ago, he had heard from passersby about a battle between Batman and supervillains in the upper city.

The two supervillains were Clayface and Black Mask, Roman Sionis.

The instant he heard this news, he pushed his speed to its absolute limit.

Bai Lang's brows furrowed tightly.

Black Mask was a complete murderer.

He had not only killed his own parents but also his subordinates from time to time.

If they had affected the arcade and the Chinese restaurant this time... if everyone died...

No... no!

For the first time, Bai Lang felt fear in his heart. He was afraid of seeing those corpses, afraid of seeing all his good intentions crumble.

Damn it, this can't happen! I don't want to see this scene!

"Batman, if you want to catch me, you'll have to get past these people first!"

Black Mask laughed maniacally as he controlled Molly and Mick, who held weapons and charged at Batman, Bruce Wayne.

He, however, seemed to have found something and sat down in front of an old man who was not being controlled.

His hands touched something on the chair he was sitting on, and his face lit up with joy.

'This is the place. After the explosion, I can escape quickly...'

Dealing with a few controlled civilians, Batman, Bruce Wayne, carefully held back his strength and deactivated his power armor.

In just a few moves, the controlled individuals were easily knocked unconscious.

"Black Mask!" he said in a low voice, suppressing his rage.

A figure in black armor walked towards Black Mask, who was sitting by the table.

"You've already caused quite a bit of destruction today..."

Black Mask turned to look at him, a mysterious and eerie smile on his face.

"Shhh... listen carefully."

Seeing his expression, an ominous premonition immediately arose in Batman, Bruce Wayne's heart.

Tick.

The faint ticking sound stopped.

The fake Batman, Bai Lang, arrived at the Chinese restaurant with Mike at breakneck speed. The glass door shattered from the strong wind, scattering in all directions.

BOOM!!

Almost simultaneously, flames engulfed the entire Chinese restaurant, and the terrifying impact reduced it to ruins.

Stones flew everywhere, and waves of heat surged!

Mike instinctively raised his hands to protect himself, the fierce wind lashing at his face.

Just as he thought he was dead, he saw a dark, demonic figure slowly emerge from the flames.

At this moment, a deep voice filled with immense rage sounded beside him.

"Quack!!"

"Batman, I'm definitely going to kill the second Joker. Damn it."

"Even if you try to stop me, I'll still blast him to ashes!"