Professional Handling (1st Update)

"Fox."

A man clad in a pitch-black suit of armor resembling a bat stood atop the towering Wayne Building and spoke to the empty air.

"Have you analyzed the composition of that green gas?"

A somewhat elderly voice came from inside the armor.

"It's the same as before. We could only identify trace substances that enhance the body's antigens. The remaining components cannot be analyzed."

The voice paused before continuing. "Judging by its previous detoxification efficiency, this should be Super Anti-Toxin Serum from S.H.I.E.L.D."

To his surprise, the man immediately refuted it. "No. They wouldn't be willing to use such an expensive drug."

This man was naturally Batman, Bruce Wayne. As one of the world's wealthiest billionaires, he knew quite a bit about the effectiveness and value of Super Anti-Toxin Serum. Very few people could afford the stuff, and even he himself could not purchase a sufficient quantity of it.

After all, aside from spending money to maintain the image of a playboy and support female models and celebrities, his money went toward charity, financial investments, construction, and investments in inventions—including all kinds of high-tech weapons. Most of the rest was spent on purchasing advanced equipment. Furthermore, Wayne Enterprises' financial strength had been declining in recent years. The spare cash he currently had would only be enough to buy two or three vials of Super Anti-Toxin Serum; buying more was clearly unrealistic. As for why he was certain it was not S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Super Anti-Toxin Serum? Unless Gotham City's situation became truly extreme, those S.H.I.E.L.D. higher-ups would never waste even a single vial of it.

Bruce Wayne had once considered figuring out the composition of the Super Anti-Toxin Serum so he could replicate it. Unfortunately, dreams were beautiful, but reality was cruel.

Bruce Wayne, whose knowledge in nearly every field was