Monster! Give Me Back My Grandpa!

Smack!

The overhead lights in the abandoned factory suddenly all came on, instantly flooding the entire space with light. Damian instinctively narrowed his eyes. When his vision cleared, he saw several figures surrounding them.

These people were dressed in all sorts of bizarre, colorful outfits. One look was enough to tell they were not decent people.

Damian recognized their identities at once.

Two-Face, Mad Hatter, Electrocutioner, Professor Pyg, Scarecrow, and Poison Ivy.

Without exception, they were all prominent supervillains in Gotham's criminal circles.

Their simultaneous appearance here was clearly no coincidence, but a trap laid in advance.

Damian swallowed and said softly, "Grandpa, I think we've fallen into a trap."

Although he had always been confident in his own strength, facing so many supervillains at once still made him feel a little uneasy.

Du Mu remained calm. "Don't panic. Grandpa has a way."

While the two were talking, the supervillains had already closed in and surrounded them.

Scarecrow lowered his head to glance at Riddler, who was lying on the ground with his hands bound behind his back, and cursed, "That idiot swore he'd set up hundreds of riddles and traps throughout the city, guaranteed to wear Batman out and lure him here so we could take him down together."

"And yet we haven't even seen a single Bat-shadow. Instead, we got two...—holy shit, Joker!"

Scarecrow's gaze swept over Damian's face midway through his sentence, and his voice suddenly rose.

Damian: ""

Why did that sound like an insult?

The others also noticed Damian's disguise and froze.

If there were two people Gotham's criminal circles feared provoking the most—

One was Batman, and the other was Joker.

Supervillains might be vicious and evil, but at least they had clear goals.

Joker was different.

That lunatic never followed common sense. No