Batman: For My Peanuts!

Lady Death's figure froze at the edge of the clock tower. Beneath her hood, those eyes that contained endings and tranquility now reflected a rare uncertainty and—calculation. She slowly turned around, no longer looking down at the city being silently permeated by an amber-gold hue, but instead cast her gaze toward Lady Paradox, who had yet to leave.

That look was very subtle.

It was no longer the scrutiny between collaborators from before, nor was it the grave analysis of a failed plan, but something deeper, more complex, even carrying a hint of—assessment and weighing. It was as if, in that instant, Lady Paradox's "identity" and "value" in her eyes had undergone some fundamental change.

"You want to seal my mouth?" Lady Paradox noticed that this incarnation of Death, who was eternally calm, seemed—to have the faintest trace of extremely rare urgency?

Though Lady Death hid it very well, Lady Paradox still caught that momentary fluctuation in her aura. She took half a step back, not out of fear, but out of instinctive vigilance.

"What? Planning to kill me to keep me quiet?" Lady Paradox raised a brow slightly, meeting Lady Death's now unfathomable gaze, the corner of her mouth even curving with a trace of mockery.

"Has the great Lady Death finally realized that tonight's joint performance left behind me, the one and only witness and participant who might not be so controllable—so you're planning to deal with the 'cleanup' problem?" Lady Paradox's voice returned to its usual tone, carrying the detached air of a time traveler.

Her reaction in this regard was quite fast.

Seeing that Lady Death did not seem inclined to deny it, Lady Paradox paused, then made her tone even more playful. "You can't kill me. You know that better than anyone."

"Or are you