Dark clouds crowded above the city, setting off the gloomy sky.
Over the empty square, dim light tore through gaps in the clouds.
The figure clad in pitch-black Bat-Armor stood on the ground like a demon walking out of hell.
"Batman! He's Batman, yet he actually calls himself Spider-Man! Does he think we're all idiots?"
"Exactly! Get the hell out of Gotham, you damned Batman! This is our city!!"
Countless citizens stared at Lynn, who had appeared before them in pitch-black Bat-Armor, their faces filled with anger.
Clearly, the video Lincoln March had just played had made these citizens utterly loathe Batman, a superhero who used violence.
In the dim light, Lynn raised his head, his clear eyes sweeping over the citizens around him.
"You want me to get out?"
His voice was hoarse and low, carrying a hint of inexplicable pressure.
"Yes! Get out of Gotham!!" the citizens roared furiously.
"In that case, I won't pretend anymore."
Lynn spread his hands, a faint smile spreading across his lips.
"Batman is this city's biggest capitalist. This is Batman's city, not yours. If anyone's leaving, it's you!"
The citizens: ???
You mean all of us should get out?!
Onstage, Lincoln March had kept his eyes on Lynn the entire time.
No one knew Batman's current situation better than he did.
There was absolutely no way Batman could come to Gotham City Hall at this moment.
As for who this man in Bat-Armor was, Lincoln March didn't know, but Bane, on the other end of his earpiece, certainly did.
"It's him. No mistake."
Bane's voice carried a hint of certainty. He had clearly recognized Lynn as the man who had stripped him naked last time.
Last time, this fellow had stripped him, Scarecrow, and Solomon naked, and had even cleaned out all