Miss Justice is not motivated

“That’s true, but that’s not enough.” There aren’t many situations like this. Feeling the various subtle aspects of himself, he saw Bruce within his body and speculated on how to achieve this state.

“Let me guess, it’s because it accelerated the flow of blood,” Nightwing offered his opinion, manipulating the display screen to rewind to the very beginning of the battle. “Her special state didn’t appear all at once, but rather it gradually increased, like the time it takes for a car to accelerate and buffer.”

Bruce nodded approvingly, clearly sharing Nightwing's thoughts: "That's right. The most obvious reason is that she didn't show such physical strength when she fought Bane in the tunnel, because Bane didn't give her a chance to accelerate her blood flow."

Tim couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he heard his father and elder brother had deduced the girl's unusual characteristics. For some reason, Tim felt relieved; the heavy weight that had been pressing on his heart seemed to have been lifted, making him feel a great sense of relief.

"Tim, go back to your room and get some rest." Bruce, whose expression had been as cold as ice, softened considerably when he saw Tim sitting in the wheelchair. He instructed Alfred to take Tim back to his room. "After this is all over, I will discuss the design of an exoskeleton spine with the Alliance. You will definitely be able to get up and walk again."

Although he didn't say it outright, everyone present could feel Tim's emotion. Alfred smiled and pushed the Wayne family's third son back to his own room.

After Tim left, Bruce frowned and adjusted the surveillance camera to the footage of Baiana writing the blood letter on the wall.

Looking at the awkward and nonsensical English, Nightwing couldn't help but laugh and tease, "Hey, hasn't compulsory education been fully implemented in Gotham City yet? Isn't this guy already 12 years old? Why is he acting like a little kid?"

Of course, what concerned Nightwing, the eldest son of the Wayne family and now a superhero, even more was the name mentioned in that text.

“Is she Jason’s friend? Doesn’t seem like it. That kid shouldn’t be that shameless.” Nightwing sat down at the nearby table and looked at the silent Bruce. “However, according to Tim, and from your conversation in the warehouse, this girl seems to know us quite a bit, doesn’t she?”

Nightwing's subtext was naturally whether there was some kind of relationship between Baiana and Jason Todd, although the possibility was extremely low. However, since the other party knew the name and had some knowledge of Batman and his family, there was still a possibility, albeit a very, very low one.

Pushing a thick stack of papers across the table, Bruce stated firmly in an unquestionable tone, "Impossible. She was transferred from the slums to an orphanage when she was five years old. There was no possibility that she would have come into contact with Jason until she was twelve. Moreover, she did not show any abnormalities before entering Arkham."

"On her twelfth birthday, she was diagnosed with severe histrionic personality disorder and paranoia. She received numerous treatments outside the home without any improvement, and was eventually forced to transfer to Arkham Institution for better care."

In Arkham Asylum, Behaina appeared dazed and confused, more like someone with dementia than a mental patient, a stark contrast to her later display of sharp thinking during the Suicide Squad raid.

While flipping through the documents, Nightwing replied, "So, the source of her special abilities might be related to Arkham? After all, as you said, she was just an ordinary mental patient before she entered Arkham."

A silence fell over the room. After a long while, Bruce finally spoke: "Dick, do you remember? About Shazam and 'Misalignment'."

Batman was referring to the time when Nightwing was still the first Robin. The world was magically divided into two dimensions, one inhabited only by adults, and the other by minors. Only Captain Marvel could travel between these two dimensions, thus helping the Justice League and the Young Justice team defeat the evil sorcerer, and the world was reunited.

"Of course I remember. You mean... Captain Marvel?" Nightwing paused for a moment, seemingly also making a connection to a certain possibility.

Unlike most superheroes, Captain Marvel, who appears tall, strong, and exceptionally brave, is actually a child. Young Billy was chosen by the wizard Shazam to be the defender of human morality, thus being granted the magical power of Shazam. Therefore, whenever he recites a spell, his appearance changes, and he gains immense power.

This also includes the wisdom of Solomon Grandi… oh, the wisdom of King Solomon.

Perhaps Behaina was truly just a mental patient when she entered Arkham Asylum. Within the asylum, she may have gained power for some reason, a power that cleared her mind after her previous dazed state. Alternatively, it's possible that her original soul was replaced by a completely new one.

This explains why there is such a big difference between Baina's behavior before and after entering Arkham Asylum.

“It’s not impossible; on the contrary, it’s one of the most likely explanations right now.” Bruce said slowly and deliberately. As the Dark Knight, what kind of spectacle hadn’t he seen? What was happening now was still within his acceptable range.

“Then maybe we should ask the League for help.” Nightwing said, but looking into the depths of the Batcave, he knew that if Batman really intended to deal with Baiana seriously, even if she was possessed by a demon, she would probably not escape death.

Moreover, Batman has never liked other members of the Justice League interfering in Gotham City's internal affairs; this is one of his inviolable bottom lines as the King of the Asylum.

“No need. We still have very little information at hand, and there are still many things that need to be confirmed.” Bruce understood that even if Baina had been replaced by some new being, she shouldn’t have such a thorough understanding of the Bat Family.

She had calculated that even though Bruce had instructed Tim to be careful of Baiana, the Red Robin, trained by Batman, would definitely not leave her unattended once he saw her seriously injured.

But how did Baina know this? This is what Batman doesn't know, and it's also what he most wants to know.

Chapter Twelve: Unparalleled in the World

Bai Aina could naturally guess that Batman was most likely investigating her, which was inevitable, given how high-profile her behavior in the mental hospital had been; it would be difficult not to attract his attention.

Initially, it was indeed just a trial run. After all, the power displayed by the Book of Dimensions was truly unbelievable; that card had indeed transformed a body that originally belonged to a human into a Pillar. Although Baina was not afraid of death, she wasn't so bored as to deliberately go against the book. After all, this mission was very much to her liking.

Originally, the plan was to adopt a conservative strategy, first escaping from the mental hospital and gathering intelligence. However, as time went on, Baina's mental state became increasingly radical, and she lost control, breaking Red Robin's spine.

Right now, Bai Na was sitting in a hotel on the outskirts of Gotham City. As for where she, an escaped mental hospital, got her money, it was obviously through double-crossing. A pretty girl like her walking alone in the alleys would naturally attract the attention of some criminals, and that's when she would have a source of funds.

Given Bai Aina's personality, she could certainly do this very cleanly, and those criminals would naturally vanish without a trace, probably being listed as missing persons in the future.

The Book of Dimensions did provide a language module, allowing her to understand the speech and writing of these foreign barbarians. However, when it came to actually writing it down herself, she found it extremely awkward, only able to fill in the gaps in her understanding with her third-rate grammar.

Using the hotel's computer, Baina began searching online for information about Gotham City's current situation and even information from the last twenty years.

Tim Drake, formerly the Third Robin, is now Red Robin.

Now that the third Robin has been promoted to Red Robin, it is likely that the fourth Robin has also appeared, who is Batman's biological son.

Based on this calculation, Batman has been on duty in Gotham City for at least twenty years, and the other person must be an old man in his forties now.

There wasn't much information available online, but there were still some things that surprised Bai Aina: the direction of this world wasn't exactly the same as the comics, movies, and games she knew.

Twelve years ago, in the chaos caused by the first Riddler, he was pursued by the Gotham City underworld and was subsequently shot and killed by police.

Eight years ago, Stephen Doone, the first Black Mask, was injured in a shootout with Two-Face. While being pursued by the police, he took the Titan serum in an attempt to break free, but died due to the effects of the Titan serum causing organ failure.

Five years ago, the first Scarecrow was accidentally killed by Gotham City police officers armed with guns during the release of fear gas in the city center.

Nineteen years ago… three years ago… seventeen years ago… countless villains died either in accidents or were murdered. But not long after, new psychopaths would reappear under their original names, making their way in this city.

"Gotham City is truly a city of simple and honest people, teeming with talent. It's really tough on these people to keep throwing themselves into such a dead-end and boring profession." Bai Aina couldn't help but complain, her lips twitching.

Based solely on the information that Bai Aina was able to find, the simple identity of Scarecrow has already been changed five times.

What's even more amazing is that each of these five people could be said to have made remarkable achievements in the field of poison gas, and they were all well-known top students when they were in school. It's just that each of them has very serious mental problems.

How interesting, is there such a thing as rotation? A smile involuntarily crept onto her lips as Bai Aina typed on the keyboard, beginning to hack into the Gotham City Police Department's database.

Thanks to the fact that the hotel's computers were very similar to the type she was familiar with, Baina was able to successfully utilize her hacking skills, which she didn't know she had learned from somewhere, and manage to break into the Gotham City Police Department's online database and information records.

It was all trivial stuff, but there was even Batman's criminal record... After opening the Batman folder, Bai Aina realized she had underestimated the Gotham City Police Department's integrity. This group had actually meticulously recorded the Dark Knight's entire criminal record; the amount was so vast that if it were printed out, it could probably be used as fuel for a fire.

It's not very interesting... but isn't Batman a bit too strong? He's only been in the industry for a short time, yet he managed to defeat Deathstroke, a top international assassin, with minimal damage. Even when facing Deadshot's repeated sniper fire alone, he escaped unscathed. In one night, he arrested dozens of criminals, defeated the infamous Eight Assassins, routed hundreds of criminals, and finally captured the Joker, the mastermind behind it all.

And all of this was accomplished in a single night. It was fortunate that Batman had focused his attention on the Suicide Squad and the Joker the night he escaped the mental hospital; otherwise, Baiana would never have had a chance to leave through the main gate.

But thinking about it carefully, the plot of the Arkham series all takes place within a single night... so it doesn't seem strange at all. Baina never underestimated this DC overpowered king; on the contrary, she was terrified.

It's important to know that Batman can be upgraded to all sorts of absurd levels depending on the enemy version. From an Earth-level invincible super-drug, to the Yellow Lantern Ring that can single-handedly annihilate an intergalactic fleet, to the mystical pseudo-omniscient and omnipotent Möbius Chair, and even the most powerful artifact capable of influencing the timeline and connectivity of the entire multiverse—the Surveillance Tower.

Without exaggeration, Baina is now extremely grateful that she has not encountered the 'Red Reaper' who can absorb the lifespan of others for his own use, or the Dawnbreaker who sees killing as natural as breathing, but a Batman who still adheres to his own principles.

No one person can defeat Batman; the opponent has substantial assets as a foundation, and besides, this is his home turf... For now, we can only wait and see.

Baina had already spent a whole night coming up with a detailed plan, but she needed to spend time putting it into practice.

The first step is finding a suitable assistant, which is no easy feat. This assistant must be familiar with Gotham City to a certain extent, possess considerable fighting skills, and also have a deep-seated hatred for Batman and for supervillains. There aren't many people who can meet these criteria.

But Baina already had the perfect candidate in mind; all she needed to do now was wait and see how things went.

The bait had already been laid out: what Behaina had done in Arkham Asylum during the Suicide Squad's raid.

Leaning back in her chair, Bai Aina turned on a special channel on the radio. Just last night, she had modified the machine, enabling it to hack into police-only communication channels and eavesdrop on crime-related information.

"A murder has been discovered on 16th Street. The suspect is an Asian female dressed in a school uniform, approximately 14 years old, who claims to be from Kamakura."

"The enemy is unarmed and highly skilled in hand-to-hand combat... The masked men are coming! Sixteenth Street requests backup! Request backup!"

Sixteen years old? Asian? When she heard this information, Bai Aina was stunned for a moment, then fell into deep thought, and summoned the Book of Dimensions again.

But the guy in the black mask... well, he's someone we'll have to deal with sooner or later anyway, so it won't hurt to deal with him now.

"Hey, BOOK, are there any other beings like me in this world besides me?" Bai Aina asked curiously, showing great interest in the matter.

[Dimensional wave detection in progress... Confirmed... Reincarnation warrior at the source terminal... Completed]

Source terminal? What's that? Bai Aina paused for a moment, then realized something. After changing into a set of black sportswear that was easy to move in, she put on a black windbreaker, then stepped onto the edge of the window and jumped onto the street.

Upon landing on the ground, Baina jumped again, leaping onto the wall and embedding herself firmly in its walls with her five fingers.

Gotham City, a place of exceptional people and beautiful scenery, naturally doesn't have sunshine during the day. The city is divided by shadows and rain for more than half of the 365 days of the year, and it is precisely for this reason that Baiana, as a Pillar Person who cannot be directly exposed to the sun, is able to go out during the day.

A reincarnator from the Origin Terminal...? Perhaps he could be an asset. Stepping into the wall, Bai Aina walked upwards, the raindrops hitting her face.

The so-called source terminal... it must be something like the God's Space in an infinite flow story. How wonderful! Compared to this unreliable book of dimensions, Bai Aina longs for that kind of world much more.

Chapter Thirteen: Gray and White

Crawling amidst the garbage heap, covered in food scraps and everyday items still damp with liquid, the blue-haired girl in her school uniform remained motionless, barely daring to breathe. She stared at the alleyway entrance, gripping the white steel rod tightly in her hand.

Cold raindrops slid down her body, and the wound on her shoulder emitted an indescribable stench. The blue-haired girl knew perfectly well that her wound was infected. Not only because of improper treatment, but also because of the large number of bacteria in her surroundings.

Even so, the blue-haired girl remained motionless, despite her vision becoming extremely dim. Her head was heavy and filled with an unbearable headache.

And...it really stinks...She felt like vomiting several times, but the blue-haired girl forced herself to stay crawling in the garbage heap, trying not to throw up.

Just as the blue-haired girl was enduring the physical aversion and pain, two tall men in black entered the alley, looking around while keeping their hands in their coat pockets.

"Did that bitch end up here? Are you sure you're not mistaken?" the scarred man asked, glancing at the blood-stained road sign on the ground pointing to another exit of the alley.

Another man crouched down, touching the blood droplets with his finger to check the temperature, and said, "That's right, this is it. She was cut on her right hand by one of our members earlier, and these should be what she left behind when she escaped."

"Then hurry up. Wasting so much time killing a little girl will definitely anger Boss Siennis." The scarred man took his hands out of his pockets and strode towards the other end of the alley.

Another gang member didn't respond, but simply stood up and carefully scanned his surroundings. Noticing the trash piled in the corner, he looked at the open trash can and whispered, "Wait, that trash can..."

Turning back to look at the gang members with surprise, the scarred man said with disdain, "Don't go, the weather's so bad. If you go rummage through those things, you'll definitely get covered in the smell. Besides, that bitch has knife wounds; unless she's insane, she definitely won't squat in there."

"But..." The cautious gang member hesitated, glancing at the pile of garbage, but decided it was still necessary to search it. However, seeing the impatient attitude of his superior, the scarred man, he ultimately abandoned the idea.

"I never expected that a foreigner who just arrived in this city would get into a fight with our Blackface Gang. It's ridiculous," the scarred man muttered, then kicked a nearby can. "Damn it, that bitch burned our shipment. Our quota for this month is definitely going to be much lower. I really want to go find Roana Jiao on 42nd Street and have a good talk with her..."

Before the scarred man could finish speaking, the blue-haired girl, who had been lying prone in the garbage heap, leaped out like a hungry wolf hunting its prey. Using the momentum of her jump, the scarred girl grabbed his head and used the centrifugal force to twist her body.

With a series of cracking sounds, the scarred man's neck twisted to an unbelievable degree. Under the blue-haired girl's twisting motion, his face turned 180 degrees, directly facing the gang member behind him, whose expression instantly changed.

"Boss!!!" The gang member roared hysterically, pulling a small-caliber pistol from his pocket. "You'd better die!"

Several small-caliber shots were fired in quick succession, the recoil causing the not-so-strong gang member's arm to go numb. The piercing sound of bullets leaving the barrel jolted the blue-haired girl's nerves, and as the other man aimed his gun at her, she rolled aside to avoid him.

Several shots missed their mark, but the gang member didn't hesitate for a moment. Despite his originally slender physique, he had been recruited into the gang thanks to his excellent mental fortitude and meticulous thinking. Quickly regaining his composure, he retreated towards the alley entrance.

"Don't even think about leaving!!!" How could she possibly give them a chance to escape? The blue-haired girl sprinted towards the gang member with rhythmic, measured steps. At the same time, with a flick of her wrist, the white steel rod in her right hand flew out and smashed straight at him.

The initial turmoil caused by the death of their companion subsided with astonishing speed. The gang member immediately stopped, slightly adjusted his gun, and fired. The high-speed bullet, carrying kinetic energy disproportionate to its size, struck down the incoming white steel rod, while simultaneously grazing the blue-haired girl's ear. The sharp pain caused her to involuntarily squint.

Having regained their footing, the gang members locked their eyes on the blue-haired girl, pointed their guns at her, and fired again. Seven shots were fired in quick succession; even the man who fired the shots was nearly knocked away by the recoil.

The blue-haired girl only had time to duck and avoid several bullets aimed at higher positions, but the sixth bullet, aimed at her lower body, accurately struck her left thigh. The cavity effect made the wound several times larger than the bullet's diameter. Immediately afterwards, the seventh bullet grazed her right calf, causing her to groan in pain.

"Ha...ha..." Trembling, the gang member ejected the magazine, expertly reloaded it, and pointed his gun at the blue-haired girl on the ground. "Damn it, you bitch, not only did you burn our goods, but you even killed Brother Bepia!"

Ouch...it hurts so much...was my thigh pierced through...? Her fingers trembled weakly as the blue-haired girl listened to the gang members' accusations against her, and she angrily wanted to stand up and refute them. But the infected wound and the low-grade fever after being caught in the rain left her with no strength to stand up again.

Ayaya Ichijo, a student in Kamakura City, Yamato Province. She undergoes brainwashing education under the rule of the Rokuhara Shogunate, and sometimes… she feels like she's already dead. Lacking the power to resist the sword's armor, even though she wants to save this corrupt country, she is alone and powerless, unable to do anything.

Even if she uses her martial arts as a delinquent schoolgirl to help those she can, what's the point? Massacres, violent rule, rampant gangs—more, stronger, and more heinous evils are still happening within her sight, but she has no way to stop them... because Ayami is too weak.