The Grim Knight had just turned to fire when Batman, who had snuck up from the other side, wrapped both arms around him and smoothly executed a bear-hug takedown.
As The Grim Knight was slammed onto the ground, Miao Mu's fist came crashing down hard onto his face.
One punch sent him into a hallucination.
In an instant, he was back in that horrifying Crime Alley.
His parents lay in pools of blood, their pearl necklace shattered, while he trembled as the mugger picked up the pearls scattered across the ground.
The Grim Knight—young Bruce—looked at the pistol the mugger had dropped and reached out to grab it.
Then he pulled the trigger at the mugger.
He would never forget the terror and fear on the mugger's face—that damned expression!
The Grim Knight came to. The moment he opened his eyes, Miao Mu punched him again. "Damn it, sleep a little longer."
Miao Mu followed up with three or four more punches, splattering blood across The Grim Knight's face.
Batman crouched beside him, cuffed The Grim Knight, then took out a syringe of powerful anesthetic and injected him with it.
Then he stripped off his equipment. There were seventeen guns, large and small, along with daggers, short blades, and throwing darts.
Grenades, explosives, and all kinds of gear.
The ammunition and magazines alone made Batman wonder what exactly this guy was planning to do.
Was he going to fight in a world war?
Surely he did not carry this many weapons just for a routine patrol?
"Tie him up, hurry!"
Miao Mu yanked a bundle of climbing rope from his belt and threw it to Batman. Together, they tied up The Grim Knight.
"The police are coming!"
Hearing the police sirens, Batman hurriedly hoisted The Grim Knight onto his shoulder,