The sky over Gotham Square was gradually filling with light. After a long night of hard work, they could finally breathe a little easier.
But it still wasn't time to rest.
The once-spacious center of Gotham Square was now packed with one injured unfortunate after another.
Some were experiments Bane had taken to modify, some were homeless people and gang members, and others were unlucky passersby caught in the crossfire. All told, there seemed to be several hundred of them.
These were only the more seriously injured. Batman had already treated those with minor injuries and rushed them to the hospital.
Those left could barely be moved and would have little chance of surviving even if they were loaded into ambulances.
"Batman, how much longer until he gets here? These guys are clearly about to give out!"
Beside the most critically injured patients, Poison Ivy cursed as she synthesized adrenaline in her own body and injected it into the nearly dead victims.
Batman had hired her on the promise of helping her pay off her debts, which was the only reason she had reluctantly left her delightful fertilizer behind to help.
Although the offer had nearly made Poison Ivy laugh herself to death with joy, she soon realized this money wouldn't be easy to earn.
Everyone had different injuries and needed different drugs and dosages, yet that bastard Batman wouldn't allow a single death, or she wouldn't get a cent.
With no other choice under such harsh conditions, she had to give every patient her utmost attention, carefully keeping them alive.
Aaagh!!! Why were these bastards so hard to look after? I really don't want to do this anymore!
Ah, my sweet, darling little fertilizer was so much better~
"Get out of the way! I can't stop!!!"
The instant the