"What does that have to do with me?" Roland rolled his eyes. "Don't slander me."
"The other injuries might have nothing to do with you, but beating someone into developing a hydrocele—"
"I didn't teach her that either."
"Actually, I hadn't quite gotten the hang of controlling this powered armor's strength," Barbara explained. "So I accidentally hit him too hard—"
"It's fine, as long as he isn't dead," Roland said casually. "Actually, even if he's dead, it's fine. If your dad comes after me, I'll tell him you did it."
Barbara spread her hands, unsure what to say.
"Do you know what you did wrong?" Roland suddenly asked Barbara.
"Huh?" Barbara blinked. "What?"
"Didn't you notice someone followed you here?" Roland got out of the car and raised a hand toward the building materials piled by the roadside. A gale swept them away, smashing into the people hiding behind them and leaving their heads bloodied.
They all carried guns and had capital Xs painted on their bodies. Even after seeing Roland's power, they didn't retreat. Instead, they opened fire on him. "Listen up, nonbeliever! We're here to reclaim our brother, the man you tortured with your twisted sense of justice!"
"If you dare stand in our way, we'll wipe you off the face of the earth!"
"Sheesh—who do these guys worship?" Roland raised a wall of wind to block the bullets. "Such brave warriors. Whose troops are these, anyway?"
"Definitely Canadians. Ignorance really is bliss. There aren't many people left in Gotham City who dare shoot at you outright," Batman remarked.
"Do you need my help?" Barbara asked.
"No need." Roland stepped forward and caught the incoming bullets in his hand.
"Let her try. I want to see what my old partner's successor can do." Batman got out of the