"What are you doing?!"
The two rode Batcycle for a long distance, and Nightwing finally couldn't help but stop and asked in a low voice.
"I prefer to be efficient."
Shane seems to not understand the logic of Nightwing.
"That's what you said, a quick victory."
"But you are Batman now!"
Nightwing spread his hands and tried hard to describe the old bat's usual fighting style.
"You should hide in the darkness, stay in the blind spots, and oppress the hearts of everyone on the opposite side bit by bit... Batman will put psychological pressure and fear on the opponent in a simple and sharp fighting style!"
Shane waved his hand.
"I know how to instill fear, and I guarantee that after tonight, they will never want to see Batman a second time."
Nightwing wanted to say a few more words, but Oracle started to urge the two of them with a voice that couldn't help but laugh.
Nightwing sighed, turned around and continued to start the motorcycle.
Shane, who was lying behind Nightwing, thought about it and seemed to feel that something was wrong with him.
"Then just as you said, I can actually get stuck in blind spots."
"I hope so."
The two quickly arrived at the next location.
This time Nightwing doesn't have to do anything.
Shane ran out faster than before.
This time it was even more extreme. He took advantage of the speed that was absolutely beyond the limit, but just enough for normal people to catch some figures in the corner of their eyes, and specifically ran to the person before taking action.
As soon as the three numbers are recited, after knocking down one person, he goes straight to the next one.
They were almost close to each other but didn't make a move. They just circled around the opposite side until the other side's back was completely turned towards him.
An extremely fast three-hit combo of up, middle and down.
Then he went straight to the next unlucky guy without even looking back.
After Shane knocked down four of this small group of DP traders using exactly the same technique, the remaining two were finally frightened crazy.
One of them waved the dagger in his hand randomly while shouting inarticulately, trying to scare Bat-demon away.
Tonight is the first time they have met Batman since they came to Gotham last week.
Like most lucky people who want to make a name for themselves in Gotham, some people think that Batman is exaggerated, and some people think that their luck is not that bad.
But it wasn't until they met tonight that they succumbed to the fear brought by Gotham Dark Knight.
Mainly because it's so weird, you know?
Hiding in a dark place and running around you, the energy is endless.
In a normal fighting position, the person in the middle can easily catch the attacker running in a circle as long as he keeps turning his eyes or head.
But the shadow of the bat, which was not human at all, was different.
While running fast, it can also turn back and change direction at an angle that completely violates Human Body engineering.
As long as your gaze accidentally loses even half a second of shadow.
The next appearance will be behind you.
It's like a fucking devil's game.
As long as you lose, the opponent will immediately take away half of your teeth, half of your ribs, and one of your legs.
After defeating the fifth unlucky man, Shane frowned in disgust as he looked at the sixth man who was so frightened that he cowered on the ground and yelled, with his feces and farts flowing all over his crotch.
Then I trotted away to find Nightwing again.
Nightwing, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, almost collapsed.
"What are you doing?!"
"Create fear."
"I really beg you!"
Shane always ignores comments made by unknown persons.
He jumped on the motorcycle and started urging.
"Who's next in line?"
Oracle's irrepressible laughter came from the headset.
Nightwing covered his face and rubbed it twice.
"First notify the Gotham police station to come and collect... clean up the mess. I'm afraid the last one will be sent to a mental hospital."
The two of them continued riding Batcycle.
This time Nightwing was too lazy to speak and remained silent throughout the whole process. Only Oracle, who was smiling and almost choked, began to introduce slowly.
"Through the investigation over the past few days, it can now be determined that Bane has visited Clayface more than once, possibly wanting to transport his Titan poison through Clayface's body - this stuff cannot be spread."
Following the guidance of Oracle, the silent Nightwing rode Batcycle and took Shane to find another entrance to the sewer of Gotham.
In the dark and damp sewers, sewage gurgled and emitted a pungent stench.
The two lowered their bodies and walked all the way in, following Oracle's guidance. After a while, they saw a lot of brownish-yellow mud spots remaining on the wall of a certain pipe.
"Are you coming out on your own, or are we inviting you?"
Nightwing made a sound at the turbid sewage slowly flowing in the pipe.
The originally smooth water flow gradually stirred up waves, and a large brown-yellow "dung pile" slowly rose from the sewage.
Nightwing looked back at Shane, who was rarely the first to charge, and made a joke.
"What? Why don't you go up and inflict your fear?"
Shane looked at the huge pile of dung that gradually turned into a humanoid form, and silently took two steps back.
This is really a bit disgusting.
Nightwing finally saw Shane deflated, shook his head, and was about to continue asking Clayface if he had seen Bane in the past few days.
Clayface suddenly opened its fecal mouth and let out a howling sound that sounded like pain.
The brownish-yellow shit bubbles all over his body exploded instantly, and a ball of lavender gas spurted out from the rolling and exploding bubbles all over Clayface's body, with a pungent fishy smell that instantly filled the entire passage.
"No, it's a trap!"
Nightwing quickly covered his mouth and nose and tried to retreat, but he still took a step too slow. His whole body began to feel weak and his steps continued to stagger.
Shane watched Clayface wailing and falling back into the ditch. He stretched out his hand to support Nightwing a little, took him aside and sat down.
A rough laugh came from behind the two of them.
The sound of heavy footsteps.
In the shadow of the pipe, a "giant beast" wearing a wrestler's mask, with muscles all over his body bulging like deformed tumors, and traces of twisted blood vessels like earthworms on his skin, walked out.
Green Light's venom pipe with strange Green Light was inserted into his back, Bane was gearing up, staring fiercely at Batman who was motionless.
"It seems that you are somewhat defensive, but your little assistant is not so lucky!"
"This is my newly configured neurotoxin. I'm afraid your little assistant only has ten minutes left to live."
Shane was not intimidated by Bane. In fact, ten minutes was enough for him to demolish more than a hundred Gotham.
But the silence brought about by this absolute confidence in strength made Bane even more convinced of his identity.
Look, the poor old bat must be thinking of a countermeasure secretly!
And what I have to do is to completely defeat the old bat while he is restless!
Shane looked at Bane, who was rushing towards him. A joke from his past life suddenly flashed in his mind. A trace of amusement flashed in his eyes, and he quietly suppressed all the strength and speed in his body.
Now, he was going to try out Professor Teacher Prince's normal hand-to-hand combat skills using only the extreme strength and speed of human beings.
The two passed a few moves, and "Batman"'s fists and kicks were like a massage to Bane. While laughing, he deliberately pretended to attack Nightwing.
Shane looked at the other party's movements that seemed to have slowed down ten times in his eyes, and somewhat helplessly cooperated with the other party to reveal a flaw.
Bane seized the opportunity, locked Batman's throat, and pressed him against the wall.
His face was full of ferocity, he tightened his hands hard, the muscles on his arms suddenly swelled, and he roared in anger.
"Batman, you will definitely die today!"
But he pinched her for a long time, but never used the trick Shane had in mind.
Looking sideways at Nightwing's situation, Shane turned around indifferently.
"You're starting to bore me."
Bane was slightly startled.
"What?"
Shane raised his hand and put it on the two deformed arms whose thickness was not proportional to his own.
Bane's brain was also affected by Titan Venom at this moment, his eyes were red, and he ignored the opponent's abnormality.
Bane, who fully thought he had a chance to win, was about to mock the old bat's relatively thin arms and legs.
Phew.
Shane's ten fingers dug directly into the bulging muscles on Bane's forearm.
"You're not interesting. I don't want to play anymore."
Pulling with both hands, the supinator muscles and biceps tendons under Bane's arms, along with a string of vascular ligaments, were torn off by Shane like marshmallows.