I Would Rather Starve Than Touch This Bowl of Dog Food

It was definitely impossible to exchange a few moves with her. If he won, that petty woman would hold a grudge; if he lost, that petty woman would mock him. Either way, he would only be making trouble for himself.

Russell did not do things that brought him no benefits. He firmly refused, said goodbye to Barry and Hal, and caught a ride back to Gotham on the Batplane.

During the trip, he watched three back-to-back episodes of the soap opera The New Daughter-in-Law of a Domineering CEO, laughing so hard he could not close his mouth until an embarrassed and enraged Bruce threw him out.

Gotham had been quite peaceful these past few days. Aside from the police continuing to arrest criminals who had escaped from Arkham, no new criminal gangs had surfaced in the city, nor had any outside criminals planned to come to Gotham for further study.

This had a direct connection to Deathstroke's appearance!

One Batman was already enough to make criminals tremble with fear. Now there was someone even more ruthless—who could possibly take that?

The criminals decided to wait and see. If things really did not work out, they would check out other cities. If there was no place for them here, there would be somewhere else. Capable people never had to worry about going hungry!

Deathstroke's deterrence was greater than Batman's for two main reasons. First, when he took off his armor, he was an angel, and his opponents were all mythical figures—Archangel Gabriel, Son of Hell Mammon. Just hearing those names gave people headaches.

And beyond that, there were cosmic monsters and aliens. Causing trouble on his turf was simply asking for it.

Second, his philosophy and style were completely different from Batman's.

As everyone knew, Batman followed a no-killing rule. Although