I became light in American comics

This is nothing new. Catwoman has long walked the line between the underworld and the law, sometimes swearing to Batman that she's given up her life of crime, but sometimes participating in various activities of Gotham fan clubs.

"No," Catwoman shook her head repeatedly, feigning grievance. "I just heard that there are good things here, the kind that many people are willing to pay. I'm not like some people who are rolling in money and can spend millions every night on their hobbies."

A single girl in this city always has to make a living.

Got it, they're here to steal.

Bang!

The wall beside them suddenly shattered, sending debris flying everywhere. The two men stumbled backward, only to see a massive, imposing figure appear behind the hole.

His exaggeratedly muscular physique resembled a sculpture made of muscles. Standing at two meters tall, he was like a small mountain with clearly defined muscle lines. He wore a mask on his face, and just standing there, he exuded a tremendous sense of pressure.

“Bane!” Catwoman exclaimed.

Bane, a villain in the Batman series known for his strength, is famous for breaking Batman's spine with a "Brokeback Mountain"-style blow.

He appeared on television news a month ago, where he challenged Batman.

Bane was born into a hellish prison, where he earned respect and became a prison hero through his fists. His upbringing instilled in him a belief in the survival of the fittest, a reverence for strength, and a quest to challenge the strong. Therefore, he came to Gotham City, challenged Batman to a duel, and vowed to decide who would rule Gotham through fists and skill.

Then Batman answered his challenge and came to the meeting.

He was wearing a heavy exoskeleton armor.

That day, Bain realized what the power of capital truly meant.

No matter how strong or how exquisite the skills, they are all worthless in the face of money.

"Why are you here?" Catwoman asked in a deep voice.

“Because it gives me another chance to challenge Batman.” Bane clenched his fist. “I don’t care who I work with, as long as I can achieve my goal.”

And now, my only target is you, Batman.

You won last time through underhanded means, but not this time!

Bain turned on the switch on his body.

The Titan Venom in his back device rapidly flowed into him through the tubes. His eyes widened, and he let out a low growl. His muscles expanded at a visible speed, as if each muscle was about to burst. His body quickly grew into a giant over three meters tall.

"See? This time, I have power!"

Bain's voice became rougher as he shouted in a deep voice.

"This time, there will be no fancy armor to protect you! This time you will see who is the strongest in Gotham!"

Shen You, wrapped in a cloak, calmly looked at Bane, whose body had swelled up and whose eyes were bloodshot.

He couldn't help but sigh softly.

Ugh, what an unlucky kid.

Chapter 228 Major Prisons

Bane is a typical example of a newcomer who doesn't know the rules and gets tricked by one of the most important rules known to everyone in the Gotham fandom.

One of Arkham's key rules is: never fight Batman.

The fact that he's kept in the dark about who he's facing before confronting Batman is a crucial issue that many newcomers to Gotham easily overlook. Batman in the comics suffers many setbacks, mostly in this kind of situation.

After all, he's just a mortal, and when facing extraordinary opponents, he relies more on strategic thinking and targeted equipment. That's why the "first impression kill" tactic is especially effective on him; almost every member of the Gotham fan club managed to give Batman a minor or major setback during their debut performances thanks to their "newbie protection period."

However, Bane, being the idiot he is, voluntarily gave up his only chance for rookie protection. He jumped in front of the TV and arrogantly challenged Batman to a duel, setting a time and place like a martial arts contest.

So, unsurprisingly, Batman thoroughly investigated Bane's background, from birth to rise to power, leaving no stone unturned. Thus, when Bane arrived for the meeting, he was met with a Bat-Armor that looked to weigh 500 pounds, armed to the teeth.

Having learned his lesson, Bane was wiser this time. He understood that he couldn't let the cunning Batman prepare in advance, which meant he couldn't be the one to stick his neck out. If Batman knew from the beginning that he was investigating Bane's case, then it would inevitably come down to money, and Bane would undoubtedly drown in a sea of ​​dollars once again.

So he found an ally, kept a low profile, and waited patiently. When Batman's investigation of another case led to this, he would suddenly appear to surprise him, determined to avenge his previous defeat and take him down.

Titan Venom flooded his body, filling Bane with unparalleled power. The surging, restless energy coursed through his veins, and his bulging muscles seemed to pulsate with his heartbeat, giving him the feeling of possessing divine strength capable of uprooting mountains.

He is now invincible!

With a single punch, a gigantic fist, twice the size of a normal person, blasted out a cannonball-like afterimage. Titan Venom had swollen his body to resemble the Hulk, making him appear clumsy and slow, but in reality, it was an enhancement in every aspect, including speed. It was a superhuman punching speed that no ordinary boxer could ever achieve.

Batman, however, seemed oblivious, standing still without dodging or avoiding the heavy punch that hurtled through the air.

"Bat, watch out!"

Catwoman cried out in surprise when she saw that he didn't flinch. She wanted to pounce on him, but it was too late.

She was one of the people who knew Batman best; she knew his abilities, but she also knew he was just a mortal. A direct hit like that—she could almost picture Batman's brains splattering as he was instantly killed.

Bang.

Bain's heavy punch landed squarely on his forehead.

Accompanied by the crisp cracking sound of bone splitting.

Bain's bones.

A terrifyingly powerful punch exploded, creating a transparent shockwave that struck Batman squarely in the face. Yet, as the punch landed, Batman remained motionless, as if cast in iron; only the powerful gust of wind from the punch ruffled the knight's black cloak.

Bain staggered backward, as if struck by lightning.

It wasn't because of the pain. While the backlash from the fractured bone was excruciatingly painful, it was nothing to Bane, who had lived with pain since childhood.

What truly dealt him a fatal blow was the enemy's incredible strength.

The over three-meter-tall, burly man held his shattered hand, looked down at himself, then at the completely unharmed Batman in front of him, shocked and bewildered, looking like a 500-pound child.

Even Catwoman was stunned.

She knew Bane's capabilities all too well. With Titan Venom enhanced, he could easily take down a tank with a single punch. So how could she possibly withstand a punch like that and still suffer damage reflection?

Using a face?

How?

What kind of cutting-edge bat technology is this?

"Impossible! That doesn't make sense! No!"

Bane roared again, but this time it was more like an attempt to mask his fear with a howl than a beast's roar. He strode forward, his footsteps creating deep craters in the ground, and his other, still-intact fist came hurtling down at high speed.

But what Bane thought was a perfect punch was as slow as a snail in Shen You's eyes. He calmly stepped forward, dodging the punch, and extended his finger, flicking it lightly as the electric light wrapped around Bane.

The dull air exploded, and a powerful and strange force, accompanied by an electric current, coursed through Bane's entire body.

The next moment, the Bane was still standing unharmed, but a device encapsulated in alloy on his back suddenly shattered with a loud crash. Large amounts of venom splattered in all directions along with the metal fragments, and the tube that had been inserted into it also broke, spraying venom everywhere.

Bane's entire equipment was torn to pieces, instantly turning into metal fragments. Deprived of his venom supply, Bane immediately suffered from the venom's side effects, his entire body rapidly shrinking, instantly transforming from his once majestic and powerful form into a soft and powerless one.

For a man—especially a man who is tough and proud—this is worse than death.

Bain deflated, his eyes wide with disbelief: "How is this possible?"

Was all the intelligence we gathered before just a lie? Was Batman always this strong?

But if he was already this strong, why did he bother with that armor set last time?!

This guy is even more powerful than that broken armor if he goes into battle himself.

Could it be that he had anticipated a second battle and deliberately held back the first time, giving himself the illusion that "I can turn the tables next time"?

Bane had assumed that he was on the first level and Batman on the third level during their last encounter, and that today's ambush had finally allowed him to climb to the fifth level. However, after the final confrontation, he was shocked to discover that Batman had been in the atmosphere from the beginning and had never had a chance.

"A despicable bat."

Bain rolled his eyes and remained still.

The catwoman looked at him with surprise and uncertainty, and hesitated before saying, "What...what is this?"

"We'll talk later," Shen You waved his hand to interrupt.

Such a commotion naturally alerted the international gang members below. A bunch of soldiers rushed up noisily, each grabbing their weapons, but none of them even saw who the enemy was. A black whirlwind swept through, and everyone in the room was lying on the ground.

The afterimage stopped amidst the soldiers scattered haphazardly across the room, and sighed softly.

Actually, both last time and this time, Shen You had initially considered using Batman's methods to solve the problem. However, his attempts at traditional infiltration always failed, forcing him to resort to the new infiltration methods of the Assassin's Creed berserker.

He didn't want to do it; he was forced into it by the other side.

Catwoman then came down from the top floor, looking at him with a strange expression: "You're not Batman."

“I never said I was,” Shen You clapped his hands.

"But you're wearing his clothes, right? Who are you? Where did he go?" Catwoman hesitated for a moment, then asked, "So, he really has disappeared?"

"This is also one of the issues I'm trying to figure out."

Shen You casually picked up a comatose minor leader and woke him up.

"Who is supplying you with these weapons? What do you want from Gotham?"

"Let me tell you, we in the international gang aren't those spineless cowards in Gotham! I absolutely will not leak any secrets."

He met Batman's menacing mask, his voice growing softer and softer, less confident, until it became a whisper.

"I will absolutely not leak it, unless I absolutely cannot help it."

"Then start talking."

"Okay. But I really don't know where the weapons came from. I heard that the big boss met aliens and they were all given to him by aliens. But that's all just our speculation."

Our mission in Gotham is to investigate the prison.

"What prison?"

"Blackgate Prison and Arkham Asylum are called mental asylums, but we all know they are one of the largest prisons in the world."

Why a prison?

"I don't know the specifics. It seems like the boss gave the order personally, based on some intelligence from who-knows-where. He said we were looking for someone, and all we knew was that person was definitely in some prison, a high-security prison for superhumans, but we didn't know which one."

We've arranged investigations of almost all well-known prisons, including Gotham's Blackgate and Arkham, Metropolitan's superprison on Stryker Island, and Iron Mountain Prison in Midtown.

"Who are you looking for?" Shen You continued to ask.

"I really don't know. The information we received only said that he's a special criminal, probably being held in a separate cell from the other criminals. His cell might have a specific symbol; we just need to go and find it."

Oh, right, there's one more thing. It's also our guess, but this time it seems pretty likely.

The leader lowered his voice and whispered.