"I got married. What the hell does that have to do with either of you?"
Miao Mu aimed the revolver in his hand at Deathstroke's head, leaving no room for doubt. Deathstroke wore an awkward expression.
Yet he quietly reached for the automatic shotgun at his waist.
"Wait, you mean that Batwoman is your wife? What's her name?"
Batman immediately thought of the woman who had fought him before, as well as... that bat-like figure.
For some reason, Batman sensed something was wrong and looked at Miao Mu suspiciously.
"Take back that damned look! Are you questioning a great sheriff, a brave and righteous citizen of Gotham?"
"Batwoman? I thought she was Batman's girlfriend, so I checked an entire year of his dating records. And the result was..."
"I suggest you stop." Batman turned to Deathstroke, making him swallow the rest of his words.
"What's there not to say? Our great Batman is practically an ascetic, though it hasn't done him much good."
Miao Mu said it bluntly. They were all men—what was there to be embarrassed about? They had even fought side by side with guns in hand before.
"Heh... your tastes aren't much better, pervert!"
Deathstroke responded with a cold laugh. "Batwoman... heh..."
Bang! Bang! Bang!
"If you don't speak, nobody will mistake you for Wade. Keep that inherited mouth of yours tightly shut!"
Smoke curled from Miao Mu's gun barrel. There was still one bullet left inside.
"I'm not like him. I only occasionally use words to provoke my enemies—for the sake of the plan and victory. He just talks too damn much."
"Then you succeeded. I'm very angry!"
Batman felt a headache coming on. Too much had happened over the past few days. If these two kept making a racket...
He would have to throw both