Bruce's Preparations

Like most of Gotham's supervillains, Black Mask was just an ordinary human, at most knowing a bit of martial arts.

But against Du Mu's overwhelming attributes, that little bit of fighting skill was nothing. One punch sent him straight into a baby-like sleep.

Du Mu looked around and, after confirming that no one on the scene was still standing, called Harvey, who had been waiting outside to provide backup, in.

Harvey had already been listening outside with his heart in his throat.

There had been gunfire and explosions in the warehouse just now, and for a moment, he had thought Du Mu might have bought it in there. He did not relax until he received the message.

Harvey entered the warehouse and saw the devastated interior. All the False Face Society members lay scattered across the floor, each with their heads split open, blood pooling everywhere.

He stared in stunned silence, then looked at Du Mu standing in the middle. "You did this?"

"That's right."

Du Mu admitted it readily.

Harvey's mouth twitched. "Didn't you say you were going to infiltrate quietly?"

Du Mu answered righteously, "There were no witnesses from start to finish. Doesn't that count as infiltration?"

Harvey:

That was true, but something still felt off.

Harvey swept his gaze over the miserable scene, then suddenly leaned closer and lowered his voice. "Du Mu, tell me honestly. You're not actually Batman, are you? A Gotham police officer by day, the Dark Knight by night."

Du Mu laughed. "Harvey, your imagination's running a little wild. I've only been in Gotham for about half a year. Batman's been active in Gotham for who knows how long. How could I possibly be Batman? Instead of suspecting me, you should suspect Commissioner Gordon."

"Think about it. Gordon is Gotham Police Department's famous