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"The Riddler...what is that?"

Edward got out of bed and said righteously, "I suspect you're not Batman at all, but a thief trying to use Batman's name to steal! You wait, I'm calling the police on Chief Gordon right now!"

Bruce wavered a little when he saw the Riddler's appearance.

Did Depp say something wrong?

Edward doesn't seem to be the Riddler.

Most importantly, Edward now looks like a super muscular man who has been working out for over a decade.

This is completely different from the Riddler who was previously imprisoned in Arkham Asylum and appeared in many photos, and who was thin and frail!

All of this made Bruce even more unsure whether Depp was right about Edward being the Riddler.

"Maybe I'm wrong, but I really am Batman."

Bruce went to the window, jumped out, and then took out his grappling hook and aimed it at the eaves of the building next door.

Goodbye, Edward. I'm sorry to have disturbed your sleep.

As the grappling hook flew out of the grappling gun, Bruce once again soared into the air, leaping towards the rooftop.

Edward, dressed in his pajamas, looked at Batman in mid-air.

He had intended to say goodbye as well.

But the sudden surge of bloodlust in his mind, and the hunger that seemed to originate from his very soul, made Edward waver.

The sudden increase in muscle and physique caused this originally thin guy to lose too much energy.

So after a brief period of sleep, his brain finally issued the final instruction.

You need energy, you need to eat, you need to enjoy fresh blood and flesh!

Edward's eyes suddenly turned red, and a little drool dripped from the corner of his mouth.

If Bain were here, he would be astonished!

Even he didn't know that this would happen if he didn't eat after being injected with GL11 venom.

After all, although Bane had been living in prison, the King of the Prisons never had to worry about food.

Bain's precise and regular schedule also ensured that he never missed a single meal!

Not to mention GL11 Venom, the changes it causes to each person's body are not entirely the same.

Edward's bloodlust and hunger were clearly amplified.

Now, in Edward's eyes, Bruce in mid-air is definitely more delicious than any cake or roast meat.

Whether it's the aura of power emanating from Bruce or his perfectly sculpted muscles, it all suggests that Bruce is the perfect source of energy in Gotham City.

Bruce, who was in mid-air, suddenly felt a strong gust of wind coming from behind him.

Turning my head, I saw Edward's gaping maw and the ridiculous pajamas and cap of the mouth's owner.

"Are you crazy, Edward?!"

Bruce roared, gripping the grappling hook gun tightly with one hand and throwing a punch with the other.

To Bruce's surprise, Edward's body, which was leaping in the air, twisted strangely to the side.

This caused Bruce's punch to miss completely.

"What kind of monster is this?!"

Bruce missed his punch, and Edward immediately bit Bruce's arm.

The sturdy suit blocked Edward's teeth, but it also allowed Edward to climb onto Bruce's body.

"I'm hungry! I'm hungry!"

Edward roared with bloodshot eyes, like a child starving to the extreme but without milk.

Bruce, however, kept shaking his arms with a look of disgust.

Although the other party could not cause any harm to him, as Edward bit, his saliva left sticky, transparent streaks on Bruce's suit.

"Damn it, are you fucking insane?"

Fortunately, Bruce's grappling hook was sturdy enough to support the two of them as they reached the roof.

If it were a product from Pinduoduo, it would have been broken by Edward's constant handling long ago.

Upon reaching the rooftop, Bruce punched Edward to the ground.

“I think I’ll have to tie you up and take you to the Gotham Police Department, Mr. Edward.”

Edward completely ignored Bruce's words and, as if he had lost his mind, rushed towards Bruce, wanting to take a bite.

But even Edward, enhanced by the serum, was still no match for Bruce's suit.

Bang!

This time, Bruce didn't hold back.

With a full-force punch, Edward was sent flying a great distance by Bruce's blow, before crashing to the ground.

Bruce then strode forward and used his grappling hook again on the rooftop to bind Edward, who was suspended in mid-air.

This move was taught to Bruce by Little Dick.

After all, when it comes to ropes or rope bondage, the young master is the most professional.

Bruce left Edward suspended in mid-air, and no matter how much Edward struggled and thrashed about, he couldn't move an inch.

Bruce called Gordon and told him what was happening.

"Gordon, your former data clerk has been arrested by me."

Bruce used the voice-changing function of his suit to lower his voice in order to prevent others from recognizing his true identity.

“The data clerk?” Gordon recalled the junior trainee police officer who had joined the force two months ago, then shook his head and said, “I don’t think she’s a criminal, is she? After all, she just got off work ten minutes ago.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Gordon seemed to remember something and raised his voice, "Wait! You mean... Edward Nigma?"

“That’s right, it seems your brain hasn’t become too dull with age,” Bruce mocked mercilessly.

Gordon, however, paid no attention; his focus was entirely on Edward.

"When did he return to Gotham? How is he now? Why did you arrest him?"

"When did Edward return to Gotham? Probably around the time of his escape from Arkham Asylum, but I'm not entirely sure." Bruce glanced at Edward, who was still struggling and flailing his arms, and said, "As for how he is now... I think he's not in a good state. He seems somewhat insane and bloodthirsty; he's almost completely lost his mind."

"Where are you now?" Gordon asked.

"The rooftop next to Edward's house... I think you'd better just wait patiently in front of the police station. I'll bring it to you in a bit."

After saying that, Bruce hung up the phone, took Edward to the rooftop, and tied him up tightly.

Then, with a flourish, he climbed down the building with the riddle-filled rice dumpling, threw it into the Batmobile, and drove off towards the Gotham Police Department.

At the Gotham Police Department, Harvey Block, who was keeping Gordon company while he worked overtime, asked with a cigar in his mouth, "Who was calling you just now? You didn't cheat on Barbara with some female officer again, did you?"

Upon hearing this, Gordon immediately punched Harvey, then laughed and cursed, "Get lost! You should be thinking about how you're going to explain this to your chubby girlfriends when you get home tonight. As for the call that just came in... it was Batman, I bet another package is coming soon."

“A delivery?” Harvey immediately understood what Gordon meant, and then asked, “Who did he arrest this time?”

Gordon paused briefly upon hearing this, then said, "Edward... Nigma."

"That data clerk who likes to solve riddles?" Harvey Block asked.

“That’s right, he’d been missing for two months, and then Batman suddenly caught him and brought him back. I really don’t know whether to thank Batman for finding Edward or to curse him for capturing our colleague.” Gordon lit a cigarette and said with a hint of helplessness.

Harvey Block, however, didn't have so many worries. He stated bluntly, "At least so far, none of the packages delivered by Batman have been good people. Although Edward seems harmless, who can be sure he's not a psychopathic killer behind the scenes? After all... this is Gotham."

Gordon leaned back in his chair, puffing on his cigarette, and said, "Yeah, this is Gotham. The more abnormal something is, the more normal it seems. If everything were perfectly normal every day, something big was bound to happen!"

Soon, Gordon and Harvey heard a loud bang at the door.

Clearly, something had been thrown at the entrance of the police station.

Gordon and Harvey exchanged a glance and said in unison:

Batman!

"Edward!"

Gordon stood up, straightened his slightly wrinkled suit, and said, "Let's go pick up Edward, who's been offline for two months, and take him home."

Harvey Block followed Gordon toward the police station entrance.

On the way, Harvey joked, "I hope Edward is normal for once. I hope he doesn't suddenly come back as a madman who only knows how to eat barbecue."

Gordon didn't answer, because he knew what Batman had just said to him on the phone.

Edward seems to be in a very bad state right now.

When Gordon opened the police station doors and saw Edward's current state, he turned around and shrugged at Harvey.

"Unfortunately, Edward's current condition seems to be far more absurd than you imagine."

Upon hearing this, Harvey immediately ran to the door, then tilted his head and said in an extremely shocked voice, "Edward... he's turned into a muscle zombie?"

"God knows how he became like this."

Gordon said this as he dragged Edward into the police station.

Harvey Block skillfully locked the door, and then Gordon was seen holding a note.

Upon seeing this, Harvey immediately moved closer and watched with Gordon.

I just went to Edward's house to search it because someone you completely trust told me that Edward Nigma is the Riddler.

However, I found no evidence to prove any connection between Edward Nigma and the Riddler.

But just as I was about to leave, this guy suddenly went berserk for some reason and lunged at me while I was in mid-air.

So, after I subdued him, I decided to take him to the Gotham Police Department first.

[It seems this guy has been altered by some kind of drug; he's not only incredibly strong, but also extremely hungry and bloodthirsty. Yes, after I subdued him, he kept shouting that he was starving.]

[I suggest putting him in jail first, or sending him directly to Arkham Asylum. But the decision is yours, after all, you are the Gotham City Police Commissioner, Gordon.]

After reading the note, Gordon thought for a moment and then immediately made the right decision.