Miss Justice is not motivated

“Listen carefully, Ichijo. So-called heroes don't necessarily earn the respect of others. Whether they care or not, using force to change their minds, or not using force, is very likely to result in this situation.” Releasing Ichijo's collar, Bai Aina continued, “Even the right actions may not satisfy everyone; some may become resentful towards you… but that's never a reason to stop. If you believe it's necessary…”

"Then, never compromise, even if everything perishes."

Chapter Twenty-Four: I Want to Be Friends with the Sun!

Inside the Batcave of Wayne Manor, a small but well-equipped experimental table was lit. However, what Batman and Nightwing faced wasn't the usual nitrous oxide and poison gas, but rather a strand of… grayish-white hair?

"Dick, how is the reaction after being soaked in saline solution?" Bruce asked his godson without looking up as he fiddled with the microscope beside him.

"Hmm... to be honest, it's very strange, truly incredible." Carefully observing the grayish-white hair strands in the saline solution, Dick, as an observer, couldn't help but exclaim in amazement. The scene before him reminded him of something very familiar. "That girl named Baina... is she actually a relative of Doomsday?"

The seemingly thin and weightless gray-white hair strands possess extraordinary resilience. Even when faced with the burning of an alcohol lamp or the soaking of strong acid, they will actively coil and bend to resist external damage. And as long as there is even a tiny bit of intact hair, it can be completely restored after a short soak in saline solution.

It was almost as if it were a living being with its own life, its hair wriggling like a snake, moving back and forth in the saline solution. As the second-in-command of the bat family, Nightwing couldn't help but feel impressed by this phenomenon. Although it was far inferior to a true Doomsday cell, such a trait was not to be underestimated.

“Dick, be careful, put the hair here.” Bruce used tweezers to take out a small tray and handed it to Dick. At the same time, he began to calibrate the differences in the microscope lenses, preparing to study the hair at a microscopic level.

Dick skillfully picked up the hair with tweezers and placed it in a small tray. He then pushed it under the microscope and stood aside to wait for Bruce's observation.

While observing the hair strands under a microscope, Bruce adjusted the optical instruments beside him, emitting various spectra of light from the small lamp tube, trying to see what effect the different spectra of light had on these hair strands.

This habit wasn't because of anyone else, but because Bruce, as Batman, had dealt with Dracula from Romania. Although the other was a notorious vampire, the protagonist of various B-movies and popcorn movies, the Dark Knight managed to subdue him with a small fee.

Having learned his lesson from this experience, Batman now tests all the biological cells he collects with light of various spectra. As for the cells donated by a certain Kryptonian… well, they were tested thoroughly as well.

When the spectrum was adjusted to ultraviolet light, the previously unremarkable gray-white hair suddenly changed, and both Dick and Bruce squinted.

A cracking sound rang out, and the gray-white hair quickly lost its original color, completely losing its vitality and cracking, as if it would break at any moment.

As if its internal structure had begun to mutate, the grayish-white hair strands rapidly petrified, and the originally smooth surface began to become rough and unsightly. In just a few seconds, it had transformed from protein into a substance similar to calcium carbonate.

“Wow…it’s a bit like the vampires you’ve dealt with before, but it’s still a little different.” Dick took out the tray from the microscope again and gently poured in saline solution until the tray was full.

The hair, which had appeared to be petrified, quickly came back to life and returned to its original state. Dick, however, seemed unsurprised and whistled, then laughed, "Heh, this petrification effect in the face of ultraviolet light is actually self-protection, isn't it?"

“That’s true. Once petrified, it can be reactivated with sufficient nutrition.” Bruce carefully examined the grayish-white hair soaking in saline solution, nodding as if confirming something, then shaking his head. “No, it’s still too few samples for the experiment. We can’t guarantee that she would be completely defenseless while petrified. Besides, this strand of hair might also be something she deliberately left for us.”

“Yes, but…” Dick glanced at the gray liquid in a test tube not far away, and seemed to want to say something, but then didn’t.

With a flick of his cloak, Bruce called out to Alfred and began searching for and modifying a UV irradiator in the warehouse.

Leaving that strand of hair was intentional. For Baiana, who possessed the Red Stone, having her Pillar Man physique exposed was not a big deal, and she didn't expect to keep it a secret from Batman for long.

Bai Aina hummed softly as she held the carving knife. In her hand was a simple 'mask', completely blank. There were no patterns, no vivid carvings, only empty holes left to allow the eyes to see.

This is none other than the Stone Mask, a famous artifact in the JoJo's Bizarre Adventure universe. It is an important prop that runs through the first three parts of the JoJo's Bizarre Adventure story. Unlike Kars, who also created a similar prop, Baiana has no craftsmanship. For her, this mask is just a key made for 'evolution' and doesn't need to be particularly beautiful.

A hole was deliberately left in the forehead, a groove specifically for embedding the Aja red stone. The bone needles used by the Stone Mask to stimulate the brain and unleash potential require the ribs of a Cretaceous carnivorous fish to be polished and crafted.

However, that kind of fish is simply impossible to find now, and fossils are only found in museums abroad. Left with no other option, Baina had to remove her own ribs, grind and sharpen them, and use them as a substitute for the material she originally needed.

After carefully searching through Kaz's original memories, it was found that he had never done anything similar.

Although losing her ribs would be uncomfortable, once she became a perfect being, she no longer needed to care about such trivial matters. Therefore, Baina didn't have much resistance to having them removed; after all, she had pulled them out and played with them before.

Jason, who was watching coldly from the side, was somewhat dissatisfied. Baina used her black market account to buy a stone slab and had it delivered here. Then she spent a whole day carving a mask, and her originally planned outing was abandoned.

Jason was quite displeased by their carefree attitude, especially since Baina seemed completely dejected after her conversation with Yitiao. When asked what had happened, one of the parties involved refused to say, while the other simply told him not to worry about it.

"It's alright. It would be too disappointing if the child couldn't even get past this hurdle." Despite saying this, Bai Aina's expression showed no trace of regret, as if she didn't care at all.

Jason could only scoff at this; he disliked Baina's attitude. She'd brought them to this path, only to ignore them—if it weren't for the flesh buds...

"Can't understand? That's because I believe in her, just like Batman believes in you." As if reading Jason's thoughts, Baiana replied lazily. With that, she clasped her hands together and proclaimed loudly, "It's finished, Stone Mask!"

The sparkling red stone, seemingly gathering all the light, was embedded into the groove on the forehead of the Stone Mask, and Baina excitedly put it on her face.

She could feel the future firmly in her grasp! Without hesitation, she slashed her wrist, the gushing blood splashing onto the mask. Then, countless crooked bone needles sprouted from the edge of the stone mask, piercing directly into Bai Aina's brain, as if some liquid flowed into her brain along the needles.

The lights, which had been prepared beforehand, were turned on, and the faint ultraviolet light shone on the Aja Red Stone. But even that small beam of light made the red gemstone emit a dazzling and captivating brilliance.

What a wonderful feeling…! Although her nerves were constantly reflecting pain, Baina could sense that beneath that pain lay something much more. It was a mutation beginning at the smallest unit of her body—the cell—causing her bones to hum with excitement, and every corner of her body to rejoice with joy.

That's right...that's right...there can be more...! *Snap!* The bone needle piercing Bai Aina's brain expanded again. Deeply rooted in her brain, the rapid expansion instantly exploded into countless tiny fragments, scattering in all directions like a fragmentation grenade!

Chapter Twenty-Five: I told you you'd regret it.

Having shed his combat suit, Death Shooter, now resembling an ordinary Black man, blends seamlessly into the crowd. During the Suicide Squad's raid on Arkham, with the help of the Riddler, he successfully defused a micro-bomb threatening his life, transforming from an outlaw into a wanted fugitive.

But none of that matters anymore; Deathshooter is now heading to the safe house that was prepared for him before he went to prison.

There, a contact will bring his daughter, who is still in school. Once Deadshot has taken revenge on Amanda Waller, the leader of the Suicide Squad, a woman who has repeatedly given him orders because she is a member of the government, he will fly directly out of the United States and use his savings to spend the rest of his life in another country.

In front of an inconspicuous building, the Deadshot glanced around before opening the door and heading upstairs. Each step he took on the stairs grew firmer. This black man, whose hands were stained with countless drop of blood, thought of his daughter waiting for him on the rooftop, and even his iron will softened somewhat.

Soon, Deadshot arrived at the familiar security door. He didn't open it immediately; instead, he listened carefully to the sounds inside, adjusted the machine gun wrist guard hidden under his wide sleeves, and then stepped inside.

The safe house was furnished rather plainly, but it had several hidden compartments for storing weapons and cash. A few children's toys were only placed there so the Deadshot wouldn't be bored with his daughter; otherwise, there were no other entertainment options.

"Hey Jason, can't we find a PS4 or Xbox here? How much longer do we have to wait?" A lazy female voice suddenly rang out, and Deathshooter's expression immediately turned serious. Just as he slowly raised his wrist, he heard a familiar female voice.

"Daddy! Daddy!" The little black girl with dark hair ran excitedly out of the inner room. When she saw her father whom she hadn't seen for a long time, she happily hugged Deathshooter's leg.

"Don't move. Don't use this in this situation." A hand landed on Deadshot's wrist, followed by a hard object pressed against his back, aimed directly at his heart. Jason, who wasn't wearing a helmet, had been hiding not far from the door until Deadshot wavered because of his daughter's appearance, at which point he stepped forward.

“Little Floyd Lawton? It’s been a long time.” A gray-haired girl with a bored expression came out of the inner room. When she saw Deadshot, she raised her hand to greet him, and then said to Jason beside her, “Take the child inside. Next is the adults’ talk time. Little girl, you go play with your brother Jason.”

She…is that girl from Arkham Asylum?! A sense of foreboding washed over him, and Deadshot hesitated, wondering whether to take out his spare pistol from his sleeve. But before he could act, Beaina beside him did so first.

To avoid unnecessary conflict, Baina took the lead and walked to Deadshot's side. At the same time, she placed a hand on his waist, and two tentacles pierced directly into his spine. Jason immediately followed suit and put his hand on the black girl's shoulder.

As Jason left with the girl, Baina casually retracted all her tentacles. Just moments before, she had tampered with Deathshooter's cerebral cortex, rendering him, in a sense, mentally disabled and unable to move an inch.

Pulling back the curtains, squinting in the warm sunlight, Bai Aina muttered softly, "The sunlight is so blinding..."

Pulling out a chair and sitting down, Bai Aina looked at Deadshot, whose eyes were darting around, and shrugged, advising, "Excuse me for being blunt, but you'd better not even think about it. Even the strongest Green Lantern isn't immune to this kind of attack, let alone you."

“Let’s talk this out openly. But first, I need to help you regain your speech and mobility.” As she spoke, the tentacles on Baina’s wrist invaded Death Shooter’s skin again. The strange sensation of a foreign object invading his flesh made even this battle-hardened warrior’s scalp tingle, and he almost wanted to jump up on the spot.

Although there was a slight 'accident' during the process of becoming a perfect being, Bai Aina still managed to become a perfect being very smoothly. The special ability she gained as a result was also very convenient; the ability to perfectly and freely manipulate her own body has greatly helped Bai Aina in many ways.

After planting the 2.0 version of the flesh bud, Baina removed all restrictions on Death Shooter and began to interrogate him.

"Hmm... Let's talk about your account password first. Someone like you wouldn't keep all your money in cash, you must have your own account. Wow, that's impressive, much more than Jason's."

"Um, how should I use it? Anyway, just keep some for yourself first. Donate the rest to a charity according to the established procedure."

Having already experienced it once, Bai Aina operated the controls with practiced ease. The Death Shooter, watching from the sidelines, felt his heart bleed; this represented most of his life savings!

He had hoped to live a peaceful life with his daughter using his savings, but unexpectedly, disaster struck. A woman named Bai Aina ruined most of his life's efforts.

Jason's account was also forced to donate a portion of the money to Baina, and Jason also recommended the charity organization for its reliability.

This guy would sell weapons to gangs, then find an opportunity to destroy their organization, looting large sums of money and donating it to charity. He would then sell the stolen weapons to the next gang, repeating this cycle... This ruthless double-crossing scheme actually made him a lot of money; it's truly sinful capitalism.

"Hmm, all done." After donating most of Death Shooter's life savings, Bai Aina stretched.

Then, Bai Aina turned to look at Death Shooter, scrutinizing him carefully, and said, "Well, although I wanted to ask if you wanted to repent, there's really no need for that..."

By this time, Death Shooter had been implanted with a flesh bud by Bai Aina, rendering him incapable of harboring criminal thoughts in his future life. His fate would either be to be arrested and sentenced to death, or to live an ordinary, unremarkable life.

A death sentence is unlikely, given how much Amanda Waller values ​​Deadshot's abilities. She'll most likely find a way to keep him around and rejoin the Suicide Squad, so it's probably better to just kill him outright...

"By the way, did you know? About the death knell and the sword, it's all very different... It's like a dream world where the bell tolls and the sword are intertwined, a symbol of death and destruction."

A barrage of questions was posed, and Deadshot naturally couldn't answer them all. His limited social circle meant he only vaguely knew some of the villains' gossip, but at Baina's insistence, he recounted everything.

Hmm, weren't they all trained by the League of Assassins? Well, although it was very embarrassing to be beaten up by a newly debuted Batman, it's better than not being able to beat Damian when he was only ten years old... Listening to Deadshot's story, Bai Aina, leaning against the bench, started humming a song.

Okay, now all that's left is to wait to go back to Gotham...

Chapter Twenty-Six: Warming Up the Scene

The light piercing through the gray-white clouds carried a substantial heat. When the warm sunlight shone on this city, which was often shrouded in dark clouds and heavy rain, the originally damp and dark corners also exuded an unpleasant smell, making people wonder, "Does this city really deserve sunshine?"

Bathed in the warm sun in the park designated for hospital walks, Tim, sitting in his wheelchair, was pale; the sun's heat couldn't change his complexion. After basic rehabilitation training, he was already able to move around independently. Waiting for the doctor's diagnosis in Gotham City's most prestigious hospital was making him extremely impatient.

A sense of powerlessness and weakness filled Tim's entire body, filling him with an unprecedented feeling of resistance. He, who once leaped nimbly between skyscrapers, was now confined to a wheelchair...

He clenched his fists in frustration, yet he was powerless to change anything. After calming down, Tim sighed and prepared to push his chair back to the ward.

Just then, a slightly familiar female voice came from not far away. The voice said, "Um, hello. I'm here to see Tim Drake. I'm his classmate. You don't know him? Uh... he's the son of that famous Gotham bachelor. He has three sons but no wife. Isn't that funny? Wait, you're new here? No wonder. It's good to hear more of these kinds of anecdotes in the future."

Tim initially only felt that the voice sounded somewhat familiar, but when he realized where it came from, his face turned pale.

The voice belonged to no one else, and the reason it was familiar was because it was Baiana, whom he had met in Arkham Asylum.

Tim immediately placed his hand under the armrest of the wheelchair, his expression tense, and his fingers gripped the button, ready to press it at any moment.

But at that moment, a faint sound rang out. It was just a slight sound, but it did not escape Tim's perception; he heard the faint sound of something cutting through the air.

By the time Tim noticed the sharp, whistling sound, it was too late. His spinal injury severely hampered his movement, and he was struck in the neck before he could react. Moreover, his sniper was no ordinary opponent; he was a renowned sniper in the DC universe.

A short distance away, the Black man wearing a knitted hat put his hands back in his pockets; the tranquilizer dart he had just fired from the tranquilizer pistol had hit Tim. For the Deadshot, this task was unbelievably easy.

"Yo ho, isn't this Tim, my little brother?" After chatting with the enthusiastic nurse for a while and then leaving, Bai Aina walked up to Tim, the handsome young man who had lost his ability to speak and could only stare at her intently, and greeted him. "It's been quite a while since we last met at the mental hospital... So, how about some afternoon tea?"

The tranquilizer dart took effect quickly, rendering Tim unable to move even a finger. With no room for refusal, he was pushed away by Baina, wheelchair and all.

While Deadshot and Baiana were on their respective missions, Jason wasn't idle either. He first went to the control room and tampered with all the security cameras, then found and adjusted the hidden cameras left behind by Batman.

Only Jason is capable of this job; neither Deadshot nor Baiana are good at it, and he does it exceptionally well.

Each had their own task, and the three of them took Tim away before Batman and his crew realized he was in trouble. Before leaving, Beaune even left a note as a sign of politeness.

"Who killed Cock Robin? I said the Sparrow."

Humming a song, Baina pushed Tim away. As for how to leave the hospital openly... Jason was Tim's brother, and although their relationship wasn't quite right, this matter was naturally left to him.

Walking together on the sun-drenched street, Bai Aina felt the sunlight and, as described in her memory, maintained her breathing at a specific rhythm. Sometimes it was as rapid as a flash flood, and sometimes as long and gentle as a flowing river.

Tim, being pushed along, noticed Baina's breathing and was quite surprised by its unusual nature. Although it was not quite the same as the tortoise breathing technique his father had taught him, it was nonetheless a special breathing method that transcended ordinary martial arts.

"Jason? You and Deadshot are proceeding according to plan. Yes, Gotham Bridge and Gotham Second Hospital." The words came out casually, completely different from Bai Na's nonchalant expression. Tim's face turned ashen upon hearing this, and he was helpless in the face of his current predicament.

He took out an anesthetic needle from his pocket and stabbed Tim in the carotid artery in his neck again. Although this action was very rough, it was just to prevent the other party from getting in the way.

The wealth obtained from Deadshot wasn't all donated; for the sake of the plan, Bai Aina specifically purchased a certain number of remote-controlled bombs. These were placed in abandoned buildings in the industrial area, the Gotham Bridge connecting Gotham City to the outside world on the peninsula, and at Gotham City's Second Hospital, which had a larger flow of people than the First Hospital but was more affordable for the general public.

Although, according to this formula, the villain would have to send a videotape to the TV station or the police station... Baina didn't intend to do that, even though she had other plans. That's why she brought Tim out of the hospital.

Soon, after hailing a taxi, Baina arrived at a mansion located somewhat remote from the city. There, she found communication equipment prepared beforehand, as well as some small gadgets left by Tim to keep him entertained.