Crime License

"He died from... overusing his brain." After dissecting Silent's body, the medical examiner reached his conclusion. "It was like reading for several days without sleep or rest. Sudden death would be perfectly normal."

"Really?" Roland considered it. Had the guy's brain kept running "Arkham Knight" even after he fell unconscious?

Even by Gotham City's standards, that was a fairly creative way to die.

The medical examiner received a hefty payment. Before leaving, he repeatedly assured Roland that he would never breathe a word of this to anyone.

Roland had wanted to mess with him by saying, "Only the dead can keep secrets." But considering how timid the medical examiner was, he abandoned the idea rather than risk actually scaring the man to death.

"Let's go." Batman took a shovel, picked up Zang Mo's body, and headed back to Gotham Cemetery.

He dug up the grave marked "Thomas Elliot." A body lay in the coffin inside—Elliot's stand-in. Even Bruce had no idea who the man was.

When I was ten, I attended the first funeral of my life, Bruce thought as he looked at the headstone.

Back then, Tommy and I often came here to play hide-and-seek among the gravestones. Our parents found it very strange.

I've witnessed far too many funerals.

"Tommy, I've already attended your funeral once. Let's skip all the ceremony this time." Bruce placed Zang Mo's body in the coffin. "Goodbye, Tommy."

The next day.

A bombshell news story shook all of Gotham City.

Bruce Wayne had returned alive!

Some said he had met a Master with divine power in Tibet. Moved by Bruce Wayne's devotion, the Master had cast a spell to resurrect him.

Some said Alfred had actually visited a biotech company, and this was a clone of Bruce Wayne. Others said he was an