Thor raised his hand to brush the raindrops off his clothes. Ten meters ahead, Stephanie's short stick was striking a prisoner on the back of the neck.
Cassandra glided past the two burly men's defenses with ghostly grace, her finger bones striking the man's throat with pinpoint accuracy.
The square in front of Arkham's main building has been completely turned into a meat grinder.
The torrential rain washed away the blood on the ground, and the beams of searchlights swept wildly through the chaotic crowd.
Da da da da da...
Jason the Red Hood's dual pistols spewed fire, and the specially made rubber bullets precisely avoided fatal spots, yet each shot landed on the thug's kneecap.
Damian's katana flipped back, each swing accompanied by the crisp sound of bones breaking.
Huntress Helena's crossbow fired in rapid succession, while Black Canary Dinah's fighting skills sent several Penguin gunmen flying three meters away.
Nightwing hadn't even arrived yet, but the Bat Family's defensive line was stretched extremely long.
All sorts of bizarre and heavy criminals are pouring out, Scarecrow is waving a gas canister, dark green smoke spreads in the rain, and those who come into contact with the gas begin to scream in agony.
Two-Face frantically pulled the trigger of his Thompson submachine gun, coins flying between his fingers.
Mr. Freeze's freezing rays traced white frost tracks through the rain, freezing several unfortunate prison guards into ice sculptures.
The man in Black Mask roared hysterically from behind cover, directing his henchmen to charge forward.
On the edge of the rooftop, the Joker's legs dangled in mid-air, swaying back and forth, rain streaming down his pale face, washing away his cheap paint.
He tossed a detonator in his hand, muttering, "My little bat, where are you? Sending out these little birds isn't fun. The main character of this party is late in showing up; the audience will be angry."
The Bat Family was initially overwhelmed by their sheer numbers, and their defenses retreated again and again.
But a few minutes later, smoke grenades, stun darts, and stun grenades began to explode one after another.
The advantages of high-tech equipment gradually became apparent, the rioters' offensive was forcibly contained, and the battle line was pushed back.
Thor stood in the shadows, not interfering.
Shayera carried the Nth Metal hammer, her wings folded behind her back, her muscles taut.
The situation could change in the next second.
A gaunt man in ordinary prison clothes was kicked to the ground by Cassandra.
He rolled onto the ground, and his body suddenly swelled and deformed, with a mud-like viscous liquid surging beneath his grayish-white skin.
Clayface.
He possessed Solomon Grundy's body, forcibly compressing that enormous creature's form into the size of an ordinary person.
This extreme compression of mass resulted in a terrifying increase in density and explosive power, causing the ground to crack inch by inch beneath his feet.
Two massive, grayish-white fists covered in mud slammed out without warning.
Too fast, too close.
Stephanie and Cassandra didn't have time to dodge at all.
Two fists pierced through the abdomens of both girls, and blood mixed with rainwater splattered onto the dilapidated stone pavement of Arkham, a horrific sight.
Damian turned his head sharply.
Jason the Red Hood paused for a moment.
"No!" Black Canary Dinah opened her mouth, and a terrifying sonic wave, visible to the naked eye, burst forth from her mouth, instantly turning the surrounding raindrops into white mist.
The high-frequency sound waves struck the combined form of Clayface and Grundy directly, pushing the monster back four or five meters, with mud splattering everywhere as the sound waves tore it apart.
The Huntress Helena pulled the trigger repeatedly, and three steel crossbow bolts struck the monster, but they were all swallowed by the mud without even a splash.
Damian remained silent, completely abandoning his defenses and transforming his katana into a deadly Blade.
Jason the Red Hood immediately switched to armor-piercing rounds, and the villains they targeted began to experience a rapid and frequent cracking of bones, with blood spreading in the puddles.
"What are you waiting for?" Shayera turned to stare at Thor, the veins on the back of her hand bulging.
"Wait for Batman." Thor yawned, casually pulling a mint from his pocket and popping it into his mouth. "That's his business."
Shayera didn't say anything more; she'd had enough of this oppressive bystander attitude.
His wings suddenly unfurled, and he transformed into a blur as he dashed away.
The Nth Metal hammer slammed into Grundy's chin with a piercing thud.
The immense impact sent the monster flying.
The Brick Wall and the Killer Croc roared and pounced, but Shayera dodged in mid-air, swinging her warhammer in a wide arc, creating a golden energy ripple that forced the three enormous monsters to their knees.
Damian seized the opportunity to break away from the fight, sliding to his knees beside Stephanie and Cassandra.
Both men had blood streaming down their abdomens, their internal organs were severely damaged, and their vital signs were rapidly declining.
He quickly pulled out a high-pressure medical spray and sprayed the gel onto the wound.
Damn it! The bleeding is too heavy, the gel can't seal it!
Damian frantically calculated emergency plans in his mind; they had to be sent into the medical pod immediately, or they wouldn't last three minutes.
"Hehehe... the bats are going to lose another little bird!"
On the rooftop, the Joker was laughing so hard he was doubled over.
He stood up, slowly walked to the edge of the rooftop, took out two hand grenades from his waist, pulled the pins, and casually threw them down.
The grenade traced an arc through the air, heading straight for Damian's position.
Damian didn't even look up, but threw two Batarang with his backhand.
The clanging of metal exploded in mid-air; the grenade had been detonated prematurely, and the flames illuminated half the square.
It was in that moment of distraction.
Bane burst from the shadows to the side, Venom coursing through his veins, his muscles swelling to their limit.
With a powerful, muscular kick, Damian's leg slammed into his chest.
The crisp sound of breaking ribs was clearly audible. Damian was sent flying backward, crashing heavily into the broken stone pillar, which then collapsed with a deafening roar.
He slipped into the mud and never got up again.
"Go to hell!"
Red Hood Jason roared and turned his gun around, but the distance was too great, and all the bullets were blocked by Bane's thick arm.
In mid-air, Shayera hurled her warhammer. The metal Hammerhead traveled over ten meters and struck Bane squarely on the side of his face, sending the muscular monster spinning halfway around before crashing to the ground.
But Shayera also lost her weapon because of this.
The Killer Croc opened its blood-red jaws and bit down on her left wing, Grundy delivered a powerful punch to her back, followed by Brick Wall slamming into her abdomen.
The three-headed monster's attack instantly overwhelmed her, feathers flying in the rain.
Thor stood there, stroking his chin.
Is this alien birdman really that weak?
You can't even beat this?
He stood with his hands in his pockets, watching silently as Shayera struggled in the mud.
Boom boom boom--!
The roar of engines echoed through the night sky.
Batwing flew over Arkham, a black figure leaped directly from the cockpit.
The cloak unfurled in the wind and rain, transforming directly into enormous bat wings.
The moment Batman landed, three powerful stun darts were already embedded in the necks of Killer Croc, Grundy, and Brick Wall.
Millions of volts of electricity erupted instantly, and the three monsters convulsed and collapsed. Shayera, clutching her broken wing, crawled out of the mud.
Batman didn't pause for a moment; his movements were as precise as an industrial machine, using gel explosives, ultrasonic generators, and rapidly solidifying foam.
In just half a minute, a large vacuum zone was cleared around the area.
He went straight for the three people lying in a pool of blood.
Stephanie and Cassandra's breathing had become extremely weak, Damian's chest was caved in, and foamy blood kept gushing from his mouth.
Batman tapped his communicator. " Watchtower, lock onto my coordinates, activate emergency medical teleportation—"
However, the instructions were not yet finished.
He saw a Red dot flashing through the seams of Damian's suit.
Miniature high explosive bombs.
When was the Joker put up?
Hundreds of images flashed through Batman's mind in an instant—when Bane kicked him just now?
No, Bane's movements were too exaggerated; he threw the grenade in the shadows the instant the grenade exploded and flashed.
The demolition takes three seconds.
The transfer will take two seconds to initiate.
The frequency of the red dot flashing... the explosion will happen in 0.5 seconds.
There are no extra options.
He lunged at Damian, trying to wrap his son in the riot cloak.
"Boom--"
A massive explosion created a huge fireball in the center of Arkham Square.
The shockwave sent Batman flying, crashing heavily into a wall several meters away.
The flames died down.
Only three charred, lifeless bodies remained on the spot: Stephanie, Cassandra, and Damian were dead.
Jason the Red Hood's gun fell to the ground, Huntress Helena covered her mouth, and Black Canary Dinah's body trembled violently.
They stared in disbelief at the three charred bodies. Their comrades, who had fought side by side just moments before, core members of the Bat Family, were now dead in the mud of Arkham.
The rain pattered on the charred corpse, making a sickening hissing sound.
Batman pushed himself up from the rubble. He didn't make a sound or move, just stared intently at the charred ground.
it's over.
The thought swirled in his mind, bringing with it a suffocating, excruciating pain.
He had calculated every step, but he hadn't anticipated that the Joker would once again use this most primitive and brutal method to tear his bottom line apart.
Thor dusted off his hands, strode over the mess, and walked slowly to Batman.
"I don't think criminals who rob Gotham make much money." Thor looked down at Batman, who was kneeling on the ground, his attitude as casual as if they were discussing what to have for dinner.
"I'll do you a small favor, how about you give me some pocket money?"
"Shut up!" Red Hood Jason slammed his spare pistol into Thor's head, his finger on the trigger, his roar echoing in the rain, "If you utter another word, I'll blow your head off!"
Batman raised his hand and pressed down on Red Hood's gun barrel. He said nothing, but turned his head and stared coldly at Thor.
Is he demanding payment?
Batman's mind raced again. Could he resurrect the Deadman? Or was it all an illusion he created? What If...? it was an illusion, what was his motive?
What If...? he really is resurrected... I need to figure out his bottom line and the limits of his abilities.
Thor doesn't care what Batman is thinking.
He raised his right hand and waved it casually.
As his fingertips brushed across the air, a green halo instantly enveloped the three charred bodies.
The Law of Life recombine in the air, forming runes visible to the naked eye.
The charred skin began to peel away, fresh flesh regenerated, broken bones automatically joined together, and shattered internal organs were completely restored within seconds.
In just two seconds.
Damian gasped for air and coughed violently.
Stephanie and Cassandra opened their eyes one after the other, staring blankly at the night sky around them.
Jason the Red Hood froze, stiffly turning his neck to watch as his brothers and sisters, who had been reduced to charred remains, sat up again.
The crossbow in the hands of the Huntress Helena crashed to the ground, and the Black Canary Dinah even forgot to breathe.
The Deadman have come back to life.
With just a casual wave of his hand, without incantations, magic arrays, or any consequences.
Shayera clutched her injured wing, staring intently at Thor's retreating figure.
Batman's worldview suffered a devastating blow at this moment.
All the tactics, technology, and human limits he pursued throughout his life seemed utterly laughable in the face of the green light that this man casually waved.
Thor turned around to face Batman and spread his hands.
"Give me the money."