In the bleak lands of Ba and Chu, my cousin always cosplays me

Roland casually sent Clark the livestream link, warned him that big news was about to break, then went back to posting in the chat.

"What have you losers got to brag about? Got the balls to come to Gotham City and take on your Uncle J?"

"You really have nothing better to do," Bronze Tiger remarked.

"Watch me take on all these keyboard warriors—hey, they banned my account—" Roland switched to another account and named it: Firstborn Heir of the Spinal Cord Sacred Gate—Reptiles Shall Rule the World.

"What kind of crappy name is that—"

"Banned again? Time for another." Roland switched accounts again, naming this one: President of the Plant Protection Association.

Inside Arkham Asylum, sneezes rang out one after another. Anyone who didn't know better might have thought it was a hospital for lung diseases.

Before long, the people on the dark web got a taste of a Gotham City villain's fighting prowess. He could flame ten people at once without losing ground.

The real problem was that when he challenged them to come to Gotham City and fight him, none of them actually had the nerve.

Meanwhile, on the livestream, Green Arrow had started fighting a bunch of obscure villains.

Green Arrow was looking a little worse for wear and nearly took a bolt of lightning, but he rolled into a corner, then shot an arrow into their leader, Mammoth.

"I'm not a killer, but forgive me if I can't hold back." Green Arrow said coldly, "This is what you wanted to see, isn't it? You clicked on this livestream for a sick thrill."

"Every single person watching this footage—at home, at work, even at school, wherever you are—you're all at fault. You're all guilty!"

The bowstring snapped back with tremendous force, cracking like a sonic boom.