After finishing a bottle of liquor, Zha Kang still felt somewhat unsatisfied, probably because Cindy had taken a glass for herself.
But seeing that the three unconscious people on the ground had not changed and that no one else had come to interfere, the three of them each carried one prisoner and helped deliver them to Batwoman's specially made little prison in the Batcave.
Though the prison was small, its security level was several grades higher than Justice League Prison's. Throughout history, aside from Joker, no one had ever escaped from it.
Still, to be absolutely safe, Doctor Fries froze them with his freeze gun, which would also keep their injuries from worsening.
During this time, Batwoman acted as though she had not seen the three of them. She merely stood with her arms folded, expressionless, watching the Final Machine operate on the old butler, no one knowing what she was thinking.
Doctor Fries walked over and checked the vital-sign monitor. Though the situation was not ideal, the Final Machine would have no problem saving the old butler. When it came purely to treating external injuries, this machine was even more useful than many top doctors.
"What are you thinking?"
Doctor Fries stood face-to-face with Batman.
Batwoman raised her head to glance at him, removed her cowl, and rubbed her hair. "I'm afraid."
Her face was pale. Although her voice remained steady, her fists were trembling slightly. She was telling the truth.
She did not even dare imagine what would have happened if Constantine and Cindy had not been here, if Mister Freeze had not helped, or if she had returned any later.
Yet her rapidly spinning mind had already given her the answer. The Joker in her head had given her the answer.
Any one of those possibilities could