Miss Justice is not motivated

Leaving the wheelchair downstairs, they carried him upstairs, with Baina calculating how long it would take for the anesthesia to wear off. Meanwhile, Tim tried even harder to move his fingers, hoping to break free of the anesthetic's effects sooner.

She kicked all the unnecessary equipment out of the room and left a landline phone number not far from the door. Then she walked to the television in the center of the room, searched for discs, and started playing one under Tim's strange gaze.

"My Little Pony Friendship Is Magic Theme Song lyrics~"

A cheerful and catchy song began to play, and although it was a little embarrassing to admit... Tim had to confess that he was a fan of this kind of movie. Fortunately, the other members of the Bat-Family didn't seem to mind, so he could openly put up the poster in his room without worrying about being ridiculed.

But now is definitely not the time to look at this! And why would you even think of showing this to me?! As Tim parted his lips slightly, Baina also read his thoughts.

"It's nothing, it's just that you'll need to stay here for a while. It seems a bit boring to just sit here." After adjusting the playback settings, Bai Aina continued to speak to Tim. "Don't worry, even though you might have seen it before, there's no harm in rewatching it. Just stay here for a while."

As for me… of course I have my own things to do. Humming an unknown tune, Bai Aina walked openly into the Gotham City police station.

“I’m here to turn myself in! I planted bombs in the industrial area, on the Gotham Bridge, and at Gotham City Hospital No. 2! And—I kidnapped Tim Drake, the third son of Wayne Enterprises!”

The abandoned factory that once belonged to Mr. Freeze was completely reduced to ruins with a deafening roar; even the Gotham City Police Department could feel the slight tremors. And Bai Na, who uttered these words, naturally received the most sincere hospitality.

Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Black Cloak Arrives

Being a superhero in Gotham City is no easy job, especially since you have to outwit all the supervillains, outsmart all the mentally ill, and constantly face ultimate choices. It's a very high-pressure job.

He patrols the city at night and handles Wayne Enterprises' work during the day. If he hadn't found a way to enter a deep sleep at any time in the magical East, Bruce couldn't guarantee he would have made it this far.

Sitting down at the computer desk with a dozen or so LCD screens hanging on it, Bruce took the black tea offered by the old butler, took a small sip, and casually asked, "Has Jason been here?"

Alfred nodded slightly, smiling and joking, "Young Master Jason did come back for a while, but he went out again soon after. As for the reason..."

Although the old butler didn't continue, Bruce knew the most likely reason. There were only two possibilities: one was the rumor of the Joker's death, and the other... was that Beaune was using Jason's name to kill people throughout Gotham City.

Bruce started using the computer, just as he was about to handle some work for Wayne Enterprises, the phone rang in the mansion. The old butler gave a slight bow and left.

But not long after, Alfred returned to the Batcave, his expression grim. Bruce, noticing this, also became serious and asked in a low voice, "Alfred, what happened?"

"Young Master Tim has disappeared from the hospital...and the Gotham Police Department called to say that someone there claims to have kidnapped Young Master Tim."

Although it was a self-surrender, the treatment wasn't as good as she had imagined. Not only were her hands handcuffed, but Bai Aina's legs were also cuffed to a chair. Sitting in the empty interrogation room, she couldn't even cross her legs to pass the time, feeling utterly bored.

"The Black Cloak is here, the Black Cloak is here~" Bai Aina muttered nervously, waiting for someone to arrive. Judging by the time, the other party should arrive quickly; this was definitely something that would require the use of the Bat Fighter.

Meanwhile, the police officers inside the Gotham Police Department stared at each other, unsure of what to do. After Gordon turned on the Bat-Signal on the roof, he immediately dispatched men to search for bombs at Gotham Hospital and the Cross-Border Bridge.

After shouting "I'm turning myself in!" at the police station entrance, Baiana fell completely silent, and the Gotham Police Department dared not interrogate her. If she hadn't openly offered to be handcuffed and wait for Batman's arrival, probably no one would have dared to approach this seemingly harmless girl.

The events of the Arkham Asylum riot that day were known throughout the entire police department. The dismemberment of Zas and the beheading of Scarecrow were met with disgust by the officers as they disposed of their bodies. Meanwhile, Beaune's indifference to human life and her casual killings rapidly boosted her notoriety, making her no less infamous than even veteran supervillains.

Just as Baina was idly passing the time, the door was suddenly flung open with a bang. The abrupt way the door was opened made one wonder if it had been kicked open, and the newcomer's cloak fluttered wildly in the airflow created by the opening.

"Hmm, should I say 'long time no see'?" Although she wanted to reach out and greet her, Bai Aina, with her hands handcuffed, couldn't do so. So she simply placed her hands on the table and waved upwards as a gesture of friendliness.

It's worth noting that Batman wasn't wearing cloth armor this time; instead, he was wearing a reconnaissance-style lightweight suit of armor. It was constructed from a large amount of metal, providing some protection without hindering movement.

Without responding to Bai Na's greeting, Batman silently slammed the door shut again. Then he kicked the stool at an angle, wedging it between the door and the floor.

"Uh... I've seen the movie! Your next move might..." Before Bai Aina could finish speaking, Batman slammed his fist down. The solid metal tabletop dented instantly upon impact, and his once pale hand turned purplish-blue.

“You can’t do this to me. I’m mentally ill and have the right to human rights. You can’t use violence against me.” Looking at her swollen hand from Batman’s punch, Bai Aina shook it and continued, “Using vigilante justice is illegal, and this is Gotham City Police Department. If the people outside weren’t idiots, they would have tied you up right now.”

"What did you do to him!" Batman grabbed Bai Aina by the collar, lifted her up, and slammed her body down. With a dull thud, Batman demanded sharply, "Where did you hide him?!"

After straightening her collar and estimating how many ribs had been broken, Bai Aina calmly raised her hand and said, "You mean your third son? We can discuss that later. Commissioner Gordon, are you just going to watch Batman brutally torture a mentally ill person who's no more than thirteen years old? Where is the democratic spirit of my great beacon of democracy?!"

Gordon, standing outside the glass window, felt extremely awkward, but unfortunately, Batman had blocked the door, and his attempts to break it down were unsuccessful; he simply couldn't get in.

Looking coldly at Bai Aina, Batman reached into his waistband and pulled out the latest Veritaserum developed by Wayne Pharmaceuticals, preparing to use illegal means.

Although Batman's actions of punching Bai Aina's hand, causing it to bruise, and slamming her against the wall were already illegal, he wouldn't mind doing more illegal things. Besides, he wouldn't mind using some minor tricks on 'criminals,' since he didn't need to... The Gotham Police Department's record on him could put him in jail for decades.

Batman wasn't sure if the truth serum would work on Bai Aina, but if he didn't try now, it would be too late.

"No way, I don't really like taking medicine. You can ask Dr. Hugo if you don't believe me." Bai Aina shook her head vigorously, admitting honestly. "As for Tim, you mentioned? Sorry, I can only say... I don't know, hahahahahahahahahaha."

"Don't glare at me like that. Does everyone here know who you are? Do you think you can hide your identity by acting like a person with severe pharyngitis all day long?" Bai Aina said slowly and deliberately, while probing Batman's bottom line that should never be touched.

"Hmm, do you remember? About Jason Todd... Think carefully, where was the last place you met the second Robin?" The purpose of setting up this scheme was to ensure that Batman wouldn't fall for it; Baiana's move was to distract them. To this end, she spared no time, planting remote-controlled bombs in three locations: the industrial area, the bridge, and the hospital.

To avoid a repeat of the events of the second Robin, Batman will undoubtedly choose to rescue Tim Drake this time. As for who will be chosen... it will either be Batman himself or Nightwing; either way, they support Baiana's plan to divide and conquer.

“Who killed Cock Robin? I,” said the Sparrow. humming this eerie nursery rhyme, Beaune only needed to wait for Batman to make his decision.

Just as Batman was about to inject the truth serum, Baina continued, "Can you not be so rough? Waiting and hope are two of the great virtues of mankind."

To prevent Batman from finding her, Bai Aina deliberately avoided security cameras and took alleyways. However, this method only works against security cameras; if this guy used satellites…

Unmoved, Batman injected the truth serum into Baiana's carotid artery, and nothing happened despite her displeased expression.

Although she couldn't see his expression, Baiana knew that the face beneath the mask must be holding a very interesting expression. Just as Batman was about to make another move, he stopped.

So slow... It seems the dosage was too high just now? With great interest, Batman opened the door without saying a word, walked outside, and began to discuss something with Gordon, who looked unwell.

The reason Baiana left the communication device in Tim's room was precisely because this was the moment she had been waiting for. Now that Batman had obtained Tim's location, she would have to force him to go there using some kind of coercion.

such as……

"By the way, Batman. Just a heads-up, I planted a bomb in the building where Tim Drake is. If you get there too late, all the load-bearing walls will be blown up."

Chapter Twenty-Eight: You're Not Even an Appetizer

“I’ve already sent Nightwing to Gotham Hospital to search for the bomb. The Sage Society will help you defuse the bomb on the Gotham Bridge. She spotted Deadshot on the security cameras there, and if I’m not mistaken, it was that guy who planted the bomb.” Standing outside the interrogation room, Batman casually set up several ultraviolet radiation devices as he spoke with Gordon.

Baina, who had been sitting casually in the interrogation room, suddenly stiffened, her body covered by a layer of limestone-colored rock. The scene before her was horrifying, but not entirely unacceptable; after all, even crocodile-men existed in this city. Years ago, they had even encountered vampires from Romania.

"This is a UV light device that can suppress her physiological activities. As long as she is exposed to UV light, she will not be able to maintain a state that allows her to move." After briefly explaining the situation to Gordon, Batman walked out of the police station.

With the roar of the engine, Batman sped down the streets in his Batmobile. His decades of honed driving skills, coupled with his familiarity with the city, meant that unless someone suddenly jumped out from the side of the road and lay prone in the middle, Bruce was confident he wouldn't hit anyone.

But before Batman could drive very far, a yellow and blue figure suddenly descended from the sky. The man, clad in metal armor, leaped high into the air, his alloy staff whistling as it crashed down on the heavily armored Batmobile, which resembled a heavy tank.

Hmph~ There's no way I'd let you just run off to save that kid like that. Bai Aina, frozen in stone, didn't move immediately, but waited for a while before taking action.

A drill bit with spiral patterns protruded from the originally flat forehead. The metallic-like tip rapidly expanded, growing from the size of a fingertip to the size of a fist. The stone sculpture with the huge drill bit on its head looked incredibly bizarre.

"Watch out!" A police officer noticed the strange change in Bai Aina and immediately called out to his colleagues around him to pay attention to the anomaly.

Before he could continue, the exaggeratedly inflated horn shot into the sky, and the rapidly spinning drill head hurtled straight for the ceiling. Before this enormous bone drill, with its extremely high density and metallic appearance, the reinforced concrete ceiling was completely vulnerable. With just a light stroke, it instantly turned into countless cement blocks that crashed to the ground, blocking out the ultraviolet rays.

"Although it won't work the same way, I'm still counting on this." Having released herself from her petrified state, Bai Aina, moving her body, jumped up through the crack in the ceiling. Although there were gaps in the ceiling due to the pipes, they were far too small for a normal person to enter... but that didn't matter to the Pillars.

Stretching her body into a noodle-like shape to squeeze through the gaps, Baina quickly slipped out of the Gotham Police Department. After taking out clothes from her storage card and changing, she took out her phone and dialed Jason's number.

"How's it going? Where's your older brother over there?" After climbing to the rooftop of a nearby building, Bai Aina asked Jason while yawning.

“Don’t call me that. I feel uncomfortable even if you don’t.” Ignoring Jason’s unfriendly reply, Bai Aina listened to his next words. “According to the channel we’re listening to, that guy should have gone to the hospital.”

"What about Yitiao? How is she now?" Bai Aina asked her little follower as she stepped onto the edge of the rooftop, her leg muscles suddenly bulging, and the throbbing blood vessels seemed about to burst through the skin's restraints.

A deafening roar, like a cannonball exploding, shattered the rooftop where Bai Aina had stood, leaving two deep footprints and spiderweb-like patterns spreading outwards. Her long, silver-gray hair fluttered in the wind, her slender figure traversing the sky.

"Your little lackey? He should still be at the temporary base, I haven't noticed." Jason pondered for a moment before casually replying.

The whistling wind rang in her ears, and Bai Aina chuckled softly, "I'll leave the child in your care for now, and I'll handle the rest."

Putting away her phone, Bai Aina looked at the ever-changing city below, stepping onto the rooftops of buildings or the edges of windows.

This was truly a terrible day. Although it wasn't his first day on duty in Gotham City, the dismal situation made Nightwing anything but happy.

Given the time constraints, it must have been a very rushed affair, considering the shooter only spent about twenty minutes from entering the hospital to leaving. Planting a bomb in such a short time, without easily being detected, is indeed no easy task.

However, the location of the bomb was... far too conspicuous. Even if Nightwing hadn't deliberately searched for it, the hospital's security personnel could have used the surveillance footage to pinpoint where the dead shooter had planted the bomb and then had the professional bomb disposal expert remove it.

That's good, it saves a lot of time. After Nightwing defuses the bomb, he carefully checks the crew again to make sure there are no more bombs, then goes to the hospital entrance to discuss the next steps with Batman via communicator.

"Ta-da! The Comedian's here!" Just as Nightwing was about to speak with Batman, a figure crashed down. The concrete ground shattered and flew into pieces under the impact, and in the dissipating dust, a figure with long silver-gray hair and a smiling mask appeared. "Although I'm a little late, well... I still made it in time, didn't I?"

Nightwing immediately drew the stun baton from his waist and assumed a fighting stance. He recognized the girl in front of him as Bai Aina, whom he had fought before.

"This isn't quite what we agreed on, is it?" Bai Aina scoffed, subtly adjusting her mask to reveal her fair chin and right side of her face. "You can hide your identity even with an eye patch, but I'm recognized right away wearing a mask?"

Without responding, Nightwing wasn't in a good mood to talk to an enemy who had crippled his brother and then kidnapped him. He raised his hands.

With a slight crouch, the young superhero transformed into a swift black shadow and pounced on Bai Aina. The short sticks crackling with electricity in his raised hands slammed down directly on her head. The kinetic energy contained in the blunt weapon, which fell with a whistling sound, was enough to crack a skull.

“You really show no mercy, but…” Completely devoid of tension, Bai Aina was instead on a rampage. She raised the index and middle fingers of her right hand and placed them slightly near her left eyebrow, a disgusting sneer on her face.

With the innocent face of a child, she could put on a mocking smile without the slightest impropriety, as if it were her natural role. Her previous feigned stupidity, intelligence, and composure were all merely disguises; beneath this fragile facade lay a mad beast living solely for its own pleasure.

By pushing her bones to their limits, controlling blood flow and adrenaline secretion, and modifying her muscles, Bai Aina, utilizing the abilities of a perfect being, is able to unleash combat power more than a hundred times greater than when she was a Pillar Man.

It accelerates blood flow, regulates adrenaline secretion to enhance the response, and increases bone density, thereby improving endurance and transforming all the muscles in the body into pink muscles. So, to what extent can Bai Ai Na reach now?

Nightwing's speed is indeed very fast, so fast that even sprinters can't match it. If he were to participate in the Olympic Games, he would definitely win a gold medal.

However, in Baina's eyes, such speed was... far too slow. Under the capture of dynamic vision, Nightwing's movements were full of explosive power. Such short sprints were indeed fast, but they were not conducive to changing lanes or braking suddenly.

I suppose the other party was trying to stop me from using my blood to accelerate and improve my physical abilities? But... it's pointless anyway.

With her five fingers together, she formed a blade in her palm and thrust it out at Nightwing, who was charging towards her. Her fingernails sliced ​​through the Kevlar fiber-woven protective bodysuit; the Kevlar fiber, stronger than steel wire, snapped before her fingernails. Bai Aina swiftly withdrew her fingernails, piercing his body with a simple, deadly hand strike, and draped him over her arm.

“I need to change my assessment. Right now, you… are not even an appetizer to me, Dick Grayson.”

Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Clown Returns

A clean and swift chop to the neck pierced his body, the intense pain causing Nightwing's vision to go black and him to almost faint on the spot.

But the pain alone couldn't break his will. Dick suddenly raised his head. His body seemed to become light in that instant, relaxing completely. Dick forcefully stepped back.

"Hmm?" Sensing that Nightwing was about to use some strange move, Bai Aina wasn't going to give him time to prepare. Her previously calm breathing suddenly became rapid. Orange-yellow lightning burst forth from her arm, the blade-like orange-yellow lightning instantly piercing through Nightwing's body, striking straight at his heart.

Ripple Dash! Although ripples cannot directly harm the human body, they have other uses. Bai'na's attack sent ripples directly into Nightwing's body, forcibly inducing cardiac paralysis.

It might be a bit rough... but please sleep here. Bai Aina pulled her arm out of Nightwing's body and slightly moved her wrist. The feeling of using Ripple for the first time was surprisingly good; the power surged forth quite smoothly.

Noticing the television reporters not far away, Bai Aina smiled and waved to them, then dragged Nightwing, who looked like a dead fish, toward them.

"Wait?! She's coming this way?!" The female host, who had been broadcasting live, jumped in fright and shouted to the cameraman who was about to pack up his camera. "Quick...run! That woman is coming to kill us! Run! Don't pack your things!"

"Wait, you two, don't go! I have things to do." Having no choice but to temporarily put Nightwing on the ground, Bai Aina hurriedly ran over to stop the reporters and photographers who were about to run away. "Why are you running? I'm not going to kill you two."

Seeing the photographers and reporters looking at each other in bewilderment, Bai Aina pointed to the camera and asked, "This should be a live broadcast, right? I need your help to broadcast a segment, is that alright? Don't worry, there won't be any bloodshed."

Regardless of whether the two of them agreed or not, Bai Aina's two strands of hair seemed to possess a spirit and floated up, then pierced into their bodies.

Dragging Nightwing to the camera, Baiana smiled and said, "Hi, everyone from Gotham City... But I don't have anything to tell you this time, I just want to mention something very interesting. Many years ago, after the first Robin left, the second Robin appeared, but he also left not long after."