"So... you cleaned the whole place out?"
Tim leaned against the rusty operating table, his eye twitching wildly.
He watched Yang Ming stock up as though he were shopping wholesale. He hadn't even spared the rusty sheet-metal trash can in the corner, stuffing everything into that strange ring.
"Obviously." Yang Ming adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and brushed the dust off his cuffs. "The Court's money is still money. Young Master Wayne may be rich, but the school cafeteria goes through an astronomical amount of beef every day. This is called robbing the rich to help the poor."
"Even that busted trash can?"
"It's pure titanium alloy. Even as scrap, it's worth a couple of pounds of ribs."
Tim shut up. He realized that his exceptionally brilliant mind simply couldn't keep up with the principal's train of thought.
Nearby, Retsu Unohana held Hound like a dead chicken. All his limbs had been sliced off, and he had long since passed out from the pain.
She turned, her gentle gaze settling on Jason and Dick.
"Oh dear, you two young students are badly hurt."
Jason went rigid. His left shoulder was still bleeding, but he forced himself two steps back. "No need! The medicine the principal gave us works great. It's practically scabbed over..."
"Hiding your injuries and avoiding treatment isn't a good habit."
Retsu Unohana approached with a smile.
Crack!
"Aaaaaaah-!"
Screams even more agonized than the monsters' earlier cries instantly rang through the underground slaughterhouse.
Three minutes later, Jason and Dick climbed off the floor, drenched in sweat.
Their wounds had healed completely, without leaving so much as a scar. But the exquisite agony of having their bones forcibly taken apart and put back together made them swear never to enter the infirmary again.
"All right, stop playing dead."
Yang