After This, We'll Each Call Things Our Own Way

Fifty-nine.

Fifty-eight.

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Bruce stared at the numbers flashing across the screen, no longer in the mood to care about Joker.

He chose neither button.

Faced with a choice between his family and his principles, as an adult, he wanted both.

Without hesitation, he pulled out Explosive Gel from his Utility Belt and slapped several charges onto the bulletproof glass before him.

Boom!

After a muffled blast, flames burst across the glass's surface, and the entire pane shuddered violently.

He normally used this stuff to blow through walls and doors, but the bulletproof glass before him was absurdly tough. Even with the Explosive Gel detonating right against it, it only left a web of cracks. The main structure remained incredibly solid.

Bruce somewhat regretted making this bulletproof glass so sturdy in the first place.

Unfortunately, Joker had seized control of the Batcave. Otherwise, he could have summoned the Anti-Superman Armor and smashed through this bulletproof glass with a single punch.

As for calling the Super Seven for support, Bruce believed that since Joker had even accounted for Du Mu, there was no way he had not prepared for that possibility. There was no need to waste time on it.

Bruce did not give up. He pulled one tool after another from his Utility Belt and began relentlessly wrecking the bulletproof glass.

Before long, through his tireless efforts, he had forcibly opened a gap in the bulletproof glass wide enough for an adult to pass through. He rushed over to Damian and Alfred.

More than ten seconds had already passed.

Bruce crouched down and immediately inspected the bomb devices on them.

After only one glance, he frowned.

The bombs were tightly