Bruce Wayne, Want to Be My Son?

Twenty seconds wasn't even enough time to take a piss. Even if Russell flew the Dirty Bomb into the sky, it wouldn't stop Gotham City from being destroyed by the spread of radioactive materials.

After cursing, Bruce did not continue blaming Russell. Time was tight, and he wanted to do something more meaningful.

Bruce opened the hidden clasp on his utility belt and pulled out two pieces of chocolate from a concealed compartment. One was a bottle of stimulant gas disguised as chocolate, capable of waking someone from Potent Coma Gas. The other was actually just chocolate.

Tearing off the disguise, Bruce held the bottle beneath Miranda's nose. She slowly woke up. "Bruce, you... Where am I?"

Bruce grabbed Miranda by the shoulders and said tenderly, "Don't talk. Kiss me!"

Miranda had no idea what was happening. Hearing that, she instinctively closed her eyes and slightly raised her head.

Just as the two were about to kiss, Russell suddenly barged in and shoved Bruce aside with his butt. "Move. Let me do it."

"You bastard, what did you say?"

Bruce flew into a rage. How could he possibly let someone else handle this? The next second, his vision blurred as Russell pulled an Adamantium Blade from behind his back and brought it down on Miranda.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Blade flashes overlapped in a dazzling blur, swift as lightning as they wove into a net. Miranda felt cold air rushing at her and thought she was about to die.

Russell moved with incredible speed, cutting through the iron restraints binding Miranda. He grabbed her shoulder, tossed her into Bruce's arms, and, under their astonished gazes, waved open a door made of white bones.

Bang!

With a low shout, Russell sent the Dirty Bomb flying through it with a kick, then slammed