Chapter 599: The Great Lord of Blacklight Will Eventually Become One
Because I'm Batman!!
After hearing that strange declaration, all the Underhive residents scattered, afraid the Night Haunter would come after them and turn them into a human-skin banner fluttering in the wind.
The Underhive residents were warm and hospitable, but when it came to their own lives, they were rather cautious. Over the past thirty years, Hogg had slaughtered the place clean of its original chaos—a den of filth teeming with Cultists, mutated creatures, and even bio-monsters—until it became a paradise where no one would so much as pick up a dropped item.
Looking up at Hogg, Dorn finally realized that the banners hanging over the street weren't made of cloth. They were fucking human skin, rippling and fluttering in the currents of air from the pipes like some indescribable shadows.
With his superhuman eyesight, the Imperial Fist could make out the grotesque, dried smiles on the banners. No wonder he'd noticed that none of the passersby dared look up.
Corinne was terrified out of her wits. She'd been chattering away the whole time, acting as though she and Batman had been close friends for years, but when Hogg grabbed her and repeatedly sniffed her, she still felt a profound fear rising from the depths of her soul.
"Quack! I'm not tasty, don't lick me!"
Perhaps he thought his prey was too noisy, so Hogg, unwilling to ruin his cool image, simply tossed her aside. Fortunately, the streetlamp wasn't very high. Otherwise, the unlucky noble girl would have been killed by the fall.
Looking at Hogg, who had no choice but to stand on one leg atop the streetlamp because there wasn't enough room, Dorn wanted to tell him to get down already. The lamp couldn't bear his weight;