Miss Justice is not motivated

A light, drizzling rain blanketed the land, gradually washing away the blood on Baina's hands. She looked at her palms and couldn't help but laugh. The diluted crimson slipped through her fingers, as if it had never existed.

The sounds of fighting came and went, sometimes near, sometimes far. People were fighting like madmen all over the mental hospital, fighting for 'freedom,' for 'happiness,' for venting their desires, and for revenge. A scene where life and death were clearly divided was being played out here.

Chaos, selfishness, madness, and savagery—this is the epitome of Gotham City, the clearest reflection of the entire city. Like a mirror reflecting everything, the mad mental hospital and the murky Gotham City bear witness to each other's existence.

Dozens of mentally ill individuals, wielding kitchen knives or other weapons, frantically charged at the riot shields, fearless and undeterred by pain, physically confronting the armed forces. Out of humanitarian considerations, the police hesitated to intervene, and their use of rubber bullets proved insufficient to deter the mentally ill individuals.

"How's the tear gas? Hasn't it arrived yet?" Jim Gordon, positioned at the rear of the defensive line, urged through the walkie-talkie. He then grabbed a riot shield and stepped forward, joining other officers in fending off the mentally ill patients. "We must hold the line! We absolutely cannot let them get onto the bridge, and we absolutely cannot let them into the city!"

"Hehe, absolutely not? If it were me, could you let them through?" With a giggle, several thick, emerald-green vines shot into the sky, slamming into the ground with tremendous force, sending more than a dozen policemen flying.

Even with riot shields, several police officers suffered broken bones and cried out in pain from the blow, which could dent even a car.

Red hair fluttered in the air, and the Poison Ivy woman, clad in emerald green, let out a soft, sweet laugh. Beside her, several distinctly different mutant plants bared their fangs and claws, either waving their vines or releasing special pollen to distract their enemies.

A gap was instantly torn in the defense line, and the scarecrow wearing a sack on its head let out a wild howl, unleashing a vast expanse of green gas. Large numbers of mentally ill patients and police officers collapsed to the ground; the effects of the fear gas were indiscriminate, affecting both friend and foe.

"Damn it!" Gordon's heart skipped a beat, and his face turned deathly pale. "Damn it, could it be again today..."

Before the words were even finished, a crimson figure leaped into the air. Red Robin, riding a modified motorcycle, charged into the arena. He drove the motorcycle toward Poison Ivy, who was unleashing her full power across the arena, and at the same time, he leaped backward, leaving only the motorcycle speeding toward her.

With a deafening roar, the modified motorcycle crashed into the vines and exploded, creating a blazing inferno that engulfed all the wildly dancing plants, severely suppressing their movement. The once vibrant plant community was instantly decimated in the flames, leaving the already lush Poison Ivy woman with a livid expression.

With a quick reach to her waist, Red Robin unleashed several gleaming darts at the scarecrow that was releasing a poison gas area-of-effect attack, even with the smoke obstructing their view. Despite this, the darts accurately pinned the scarecrow's clothing to the ground.

"What?!" The scarecrow, who hadn't had enough of the revelry, was stunned, but the next moment a short stick with a strong gust of wind knocked him unconscious.

"So fast?!" Poison Ivy cursed as she watched the black-haired boy in a red and black uniform with a yellow cape trailing behind him run towards her. She then manipulated her plants to open the sewer manhole cover and crawled inside before he could arrive.

"Trying to leave?!" Red Robin, his eyes unusually sharp, decisively jumped into the sewer, but before he could land on the ground, he was enveloped in mud. He tried to push off with his legs, but it was like throwing a mud ox into the sea; the force completely disappeared into who-knows-where.

"Hahahaha, Red Robin! I thought it was Batman!" The mud in the sewers wriggled, forming a laughing face. "Since that's the case, you have no reason to live either, so go..."

Before the mud-faced man could finish speaking, Red Robin took out an ice bullet from her belt and flicked it with her finger, instantly covering the mud-faced man in a large area of ​​ice.

"Oh God, why did I run into mud? I have to wash my uniform all over again," Red Robin complained, looking down into the depths of the sewers, where Poison Ivy was no longer in sight.

With a sigh, Red Robin had no choice but to return to the ground to assist the Gotham Police Department in carrying out the crackdown on Arkham Asylum.

With the arrival of the teenage superhero Red Robin, the previously incompetent Gotham police force suddenly became incredibly energetic. Everyone gave it their all, using riot shields and batons to subdue these fearless psychopaths. Even when mistakes were made, they were corrected with Red Robin's help.

"Gordon, have you seen Batman?" Red Robin scanned the room but couldn't find her adoptive father, so she asked Gordon.

"Batman? He seems to have gone after the hijacked helicopter." Gordon's expression darkened as he recalled the hijacking. "But thankfully you arrived, and the situation here is under control."

"Where's Two-Face? Has he already escaped?" Red Robin immediately asked, noticing that Two-Face wasn't among the row of kneeling mental patients.

"Maybe..." Gordon sighed, his face turning worried. "Fortunately, they didn't go into the city. I wonder how Batman is doing."

The two remained silent. Red Robin glanced around the battlefield, and after confirming that the situation had stabilized, he decided to venture deeper into the mental hospital to investigate the cause of the riot at Arkham Asylum.

"It hurts..." Before Red Robin could go far, she saw a white-haired girl wearing an Arkham psychiatric shroud lying on the roadside. Her hand was pressed against her lower abdomen, and blood was flowing from between her fingers, forming a bright red pool of blood beneath her.

It was the person Bruce had mentioned. Seeing the striking white hair, Red Robin immediately recognized her as the girl Batman had asked him to keep an eye on. The girl's abdomen appeared to have been slashed by a sharp blade, and she was likely at risk of severe bleeding and infection.

"Gordon! Someone here needs help!" After calling for help from Gordon, Red Robin began emergency treatment. They couldn't wait for the paramedics to arrive; if they didn't act quickly, the person might not make it. Red Robin made this decision immediately.

Although Bruce had warned Red Robin to be cautious, the Batman-minded Red Robin wouldn't abandon a seriously injured person, even if that person might be in great danger.

Nervously watching Red Robin approach, the white-haired girl struggled and twisted her body, trying to get away from him.

"Let me see your wound." Red Robin pulled out a bandage from her waist and waved it at the white-haired girl, indicating that she meant no harm. "I won't hurt you, please don't worry."

The hostility in her amethyst-like eyes gradually dissipated. Red Robin approached the white-haired girl, placed her powerless right hand aside so it wouldn't get in the way, and immediately began treating her wounds using the medical tools in her belt.

The wound was very smooth, looking like it could only have been caused by a sharp blade, and it had even reached the internal organs. Red Robin, wearing an eyepatch, frowned deeply, focusing all his attention on treating the wound. If he didn't use all the skills he had learned from Alfred, the white-haired girl probably wouldn't make it before the medical staff arrived.

"I'm sorry, you're a good person..." A weak voice rang out, her amethyst eyes filled with apology. The frail white-haired girl seemed to feel sorry for her earlier wariness, and thus spoke up to Red Robin, saying sorry.

"It's okay, don't say anything now." The dripping rain mingled with the sweat on his forehead, and Red Robin's nerves were on edge. He knew he couldn't afford to make a mistake now.

"I know... but I still have to say sorry." The white-haired girl smiled bitterly, her right hand, which had been hanging limply to her side, suddenly stood up like a snake. Red Robin's eyes widened immediately; his intuition, honed through countless battles, told him to run away as fast as he could.

"Because I'm going to be a scumbag for once." Before Red Robin could jump away, a sharp pain struck him. His shoulder was instantly pierced through by the white-haired girl's palm. A human shoulder blade is fragile and vulnerable in the face of a girl's palm sword.

A striking splash of bright red appeared amidst the torrential rain.

Chapter Ten: Please Die on the Spot

Red Robin, whose left shoulder had been pierced by a single blow, pressed his right hand to his waist in pain, pulled out a few smoke bombs to throw, and then tried to distance himself from the white-haired girl as much as possible. His current condition was really bad.

"Trying to obstruct my vision with a smoke bomb? How cliché." Before Red Robin could react, Bai Ai Na closed the distance between them and thrust her ready-to-strike hand forward.

"Pfft!" The hand pressed against his chest pushed Red Robin away, the impact spreading from his palm penetrating his internal organs, making him feel as if his body had been hit by a car.

After being knocked away, Red Robin slid on the ground for a distance and rolled several times before coming to a stop.

Ouch... It hurts like my internal organs have been hit by a hammer. Red Robin struggled to put her hand on her waist, preparing to pull out a smoke bomb.

"I'm sorry, you'll be in the way, so I'll have to ask you to leave here for now." Grabbing the road sign next to her, Bai Aina's heart pounded so loudly that even Red Robin, several meters away, could hear it clearly.

Baina's body temperature had reached an unimaginable level; her skin turned red and steam rose from it, and her pounding heart generated even more power, as if inexhaustible energy was constantly surging forth and filling her entire body.

With a soft "whoosh," the road sign was sliced ​​in half by Bai Aina's arm blade, and then held in her hand like a large decapitation sword.

"Stop! Put down your weapon!" Gordon, holding a pistol, calmly walked towards Baina and Red Robin, pointing the gun at the non-human girl holding the road sign. Although he was very nervous, the gun did not waver at all.

"Is there anything I can help you with? I'm busy." Baina waved the signpost in her hand as she answered Gordon and walked towards Red Robin.

"Stop right now!" Gordon shouted, halting Bai Aina's attempt to continue. He stood in front of Red Robin, his pistol pointed at the enemy's knee.

“Alright then, I’ll stop.” Obediently following Gordon’s instructions, Baina really stopped and stood still.

Relieved, Gordon anxiously asked Red Robin, who was struggling to stand, "How's your wound? I've already notified Batman; he'll be here to help soon."

"I..." Red Robin's vision blurred with unbearable pain as he gasped, "I can still hold on, the important thing is this girl."

The other officers watched Bai Aina with equal tension, pointing their pistols at the seemingly defenseless white-haired girl.

Looking at Bai Aina, who was close to his age, Red Robin felt a pang of worry. It was impossible for her to surrender so easily just because of a pistol.

However, Red Robin and Gordon could not possibly approach Baiana and tie her up; such an action would likely be sending them to their doom. Therefore, a standoff ensued. Compared to Baiana, who appeared relaxed and was enveloped in white mist, Red Robin and Gordon were on high alert, their attention entirely focused on her.

A figure covered in scars emerged from the depths of the mental hospital. He lowered his breathing and footsteps, approaching Red Robin and Gordon from behind. He crouched in the grass and moved slowly, avoiding the officers' sight.

Lowering his body, the scarred man leaped out like a hunting tiger, pinning Gordon to the ground and simultaneously kicking the distracted Red Robin to the ground.

"Hahahahahahahahahaha, don't move, or I'll kill him!" The scarred man, laughing maniacally, pointed a dagger at Gordon's throat, his foot stomping on Red Robin's wound as he snarled. "Listen up, you idiot cops over there! Get me a police car! I'm getting out of this godforsaken place! It's disgusting, even the air is nauseating! What are you looking at! Look again and I'll kill this old codger!"

“It’s Zas!” A police officer recognized the scarred man, a serial killer known for slashing himself after each murder.

Another kick landed on Red Robin, who was already lying on the ground, letting out a painful groan as he struggled to his feet.

“Damn it! We’re…” Another officer gritted his teeth, pointing his gun at Zas, but the latter only pressed the knife harder against Gordon’s throat, forcing him to lower the gun. “Damn it! You despicable bastard!”

Zas was not afraid. Red Robin in front of him had one arm crippled, and it was no exaggeration to say that he was a cripple. Instead, he laughed provocatively.

With difficulty, Red Robin stood up from the ground. Bathed in the torrential rain, he felt dizzy and disoriented. Perhaps the wound on his shoulder had become infected and he hadn't had time to treat it, or perhaps he had caught a chill from being soaked in the rain.

But Red Robin knew he couldn't give up now; there were still many things waiting for him to deal with at Arkham Asylum.

Without making a sound, Red Robin turned around, positioning her side to be in Zas's blind spot. She prepared to draw her grappling hook and shoot Zas's hand holding the dagger through.

3…2…1! Red Robin immediately raised her still-usable right hand, aimed the grappling hook gun at Zas's right hand, and prepared to pull the trigger with steady breathing.

"Turn into a shooting star!" A furious shout rang out. Before Red Robin could even think about what was happening, an unprecedented pain swept through his entire body, as if every nerve was only capable of transmitting pain.

She fell to the ground with a groan, struggling to get up again, only to find that she had no feeling in her lower body.

Could it be… As he thought this with utter horror, Baina shook the signpost in her hand and confirmed his thoughts: “That’s right, I broke your spine.”

"What a show, hahahahahaha." Zas couldn't help but laugh out loud. Gordon took the opportunity to break free of his restraints, but just as he was about to retaliate, he was easily kicked away. "Get lost, you useless old man."

Having said that, Zazz walked towards Red Robin with immense joy. Killing a renowned Gotham City superhero was far more in line with his plans than escaping from the mental hospital. The dagger twirled in his hand, its sharp blade leaving a conspicuous trail in the air.

"Oh, by the way, thank you. But I haven't seen you before, are you new here?" Seeing Bai Aina weighing the road sign in her hands, Zhas took the initiative to greet her. After all, she looked small and thin, but when she acted, it was with lightning speed; she was definitely worth befriending. "If there's a chance in the future, let's get together more often..."

"Did I let you come over?" A disgruntled voice rang out, and a chilling and horrified feeling swept through Zas's body. He immediately jumped back and threw the dagger in his hand in front of him.

But then a sharp, rapid whooshing sound rang out, and the road sign hurtling towards Zas made a whistling sound as its curved edge embedded itself directly into the man's chest, shattering the sternum completely. The irresistible force sent the assassin flying against the wall.

A torrent of blood gushed out, splattering onto the wall. Zas's lower body was slammed against the wall, while his upper body slid slowly down, leaving a trail of blood.

"Why..." Zas stared wide-eyed at the white figure, as if trying to memorize it, and asked his final question.

"Tch, it's not durable at all, it curled up like that." Looking at the road sign with its edges curled up, the white paint covered in bright red, Bai Aina slowly walked forward amidst everyone's fearful gazes, until she reached the scarecrow's side.

Another spurt of blood erupted, and the unconscious Scarecrow was swiftly beheaded by Baiana. Only then did Gordon roar, "No…"

But before he could finish speaking, the road sign slipped from Baina's hand, the pole slamming heavily into the dedicated policeman, knocking him unconscious.

She took out a roll of bandages and threw it at a police officer, instructing, "Bandage that young volunteer police officer over there. Don't let him die."

All the police officers present nodded hastily, afraid of offending this murderous god who would kill at the slightest provocation. After receiving the answer she wanted, Bai Aina, who was being watched leave, walked to a police car and smashed the window with her elbow.

"By the way, if you don't mind, could I borrow your police car? I'd like to go into the city." After greeting a few officers from a distance, Bai Aina started the engine and muttered to herself. "Think about GTA5, or Watch Dogs, that's fine too. Trust yourself, driving is easy, you don't even need to pass the driving test."

The police car immediately reversed and crashed into a tree, then drove forward and hit a bollard. After bumping and shoving a dozen times, the police car finally drove out of Arkham Asylum and headed towards Gotham City.

Chapter Eleven: The Peeping from a Middle-Aged Man

What happened at Arkham Asylum was like a real nightmare. All the officers, in a daze, finished dealing with the scene and watched as Nightwing silently took Red Robin away on a stretcher.

"I... what is this...?" Looking at the rock wall above, Tim realized he was back in the Batcave and was eager to report Baiana's situation to Batman. He instinctively tried to stand up, but found that no matter what he did, his waist wouldn't respond.

A broad, calloused hand rested on his shoulder, lifting Tim from the bed and leaning him against the wall. Nightwing, dressed in a black bodysuit with blue stripes, smiled at him.

As Batman's first adopted son, Nightwing is no longer the impulsive teenager he once was. Much more mature, he gets along very well with the equally calm Tim, who was the first to arrive at the scene when he received news of Nightwing's injury.

“Long time no see, Tim. If you’re looking for Bruce, you’ll have to wait a bit; he’s currently reviewing Arkham’s security footage.”

Without saying much, Tim didn't know what to say either. He sat on the bed, looking at the rock wall above, listening to the gurgling water and the sound of bats flapping their wings inside the cave, and fell into an unprecedented state of bewilderment.

Not only did he fail during his mission, but he also broke his spine. Now, Tim felt lost.

Seeing his younger brother so lost, Nightwing wanted to comfort him, but he didn't know what to say. The sweet words he used to say to girls were completely useless now; mere words of comfort were utterly inadequate.

A series of screens were set up together, each displaying a different image, but all set in Gotham. Bruce stared intently at one of the screens, focused and serious, occasionally adjusting the image, reversing or zooming in.

“Young Master, you didn’t sleep a wink last night. If you don’t get some rest now, the Wayne Group’s new project at ten o’clock is waiting for you to handle.” The elegant old butler said this, but handed over a cup of hot coffee.

Bruce picked up the ceramic cup and took a small sip. His expression was quite indifferent. After zooming in on a section of the screen, he pondered, "This is... heat? Could it be that her unusual physical abilities are caused by an increase in body temperature?"

“Father, I heard it then.” Sitting in his wheelchair, pushed by Nightwing, the boy couldn’t contain himself and wanted to recount the details. “That girl, her heartbeat was very loud, like a drum, and her skin color and body temperature changed, which was clearly not normal.”