American comic book: After mastering resurrection, I became incredibly popular.

“Wayren,” Tim said, first with a puzzled look, then in a coaxing tone, “do you remember me?”

Killer Croc raised his scaly head, splashed his claws in the water, spraying dirty water all over his face, and then muttered, "Ouch, my back hurts so much!!"

“I hope it hurts to death!” the Angel of Death yelled at him, then stood up and nudged Tim with his elbow.

“He doesn’t seem quite right. We need to get some clues out of him. What did you say was the nature of his deal with the Penguin? Drugs? Arms?”

“You’ll find out soon enough.” Tim took a step forward, trying to stay directly in Killer Croc’s line of sight. “Wayne, I’m Robin. You fought Robin before, didn’t you? Do you remember?”

Then, Killer Croc tilted his head and thought for a long time before answering, "Robin, the little bird in a uniform..."

"Yes, do you remember what you did at the dock tonight? What did you agree to do with that penguin?"

“Penguin… Penguin! He has his ‘green water,’ and he says it can make me stronger!!” Killer Croc’s eyes lit up for a moment, then dimmed again. “But I was too late; I was ambushed.”

"The second half of the sentence is quite clear," the Angel of Death mocked.

"Green water? Is it 'Venom'?" Tim immediately asked.

He did a lot of research and analysis on Bane, so he naturally knew the source of Bane's power.

"Yes! Venom! Bane's Venom!" Killer Croc suddenly sprang out of the water.

Seeing this, Death Angel and Robin immediately took two steps back, but Killer Croc did not attack them. Instead, he frantically slapped his head with his two giant claws.

"Bane! Bane's looking for me too! Damn it, I don't care anymore, they're all monsters!"

“It’s definitely related to Claws.” Tim glanced back at the Angel of Death. “Killer Crocodile was surrounded by Claws in the cave, which is why it has so many knife wounds on its back. According to the King, there’s more than one Claw, which means the Court of Owls has deployed far more resources than we anticipated.”

After saying that, he asked again, "Wayne, do you know about Claws?"

"Claws? Claws is that bird!"

“‘Bird’? Claws should be related to owls.” The Angel of Death frowned.

“Isn’t an owl a bird too? His mental state is probably equivalent to that of a preschool child right now. You can’t expect him to be very accurate in raptor taxonomy.” Tim shrugged, about to squeeze more information out of Killer Croc’s mouth, when the communication device on his belt vibrated.

He looked down.

It was a message sent by Wang Baixi, and the content was extremely brief:

[I was chatting with the penguin in his car.]

[Please retrieve the address yourself.]

Tim stared at the information on the screen, his eyes widening in astonishment.

"Isn't he in the hospital? What is that guy thinking?"

"Who?"

“Wang Baixi, he’s sitting in the Penguin’s car right now, what a coincidence.” Tim put away his equipment, turned around and patted Death Angel on the shoulder. “Let, you stay here and guard Killer Croc. I’ve given him a sedative. In about forty minutes, his cognitive abilities will recover somewhat. Then, ask him about the details of the deal one more time. After that, send him to Arkham. I’m going to deal with the Penguin now!”

"Are you sure? I don't intend to be cellmates with this crocodile for forty minutes..."

“You are the Angel of Death, and the Angel of Death should not be afraid of crocodiles.”

"What's the connection between these two things?!"

Before he finished speaking, Tim released his grappling hook and disappeared into the night.

……

Meanwhile, in a secluded suburb of Gotham.

Wang Baixi sat on the leather sofa in the Penguin's limousine, facing the empty birdcage and an unopened bottle of Scotch whisky.

The penguin man has already had the bird's carcass retrieved.

A bodyguard in a black coat opened the car door and handed a walnut box to the penguin.

When the penguin took the box and opened the lid, the expression on his face was as if he had personally lifted the lid of his mother's coffin.

A yellow and green budgerigar lay in the box.

The parrot's body was pieced back together, but the stitches where the wings and body joined were still clearly visible. White threads were faintly visible among the pale yellow feathers, and there was also a longitudinal suture line on the abdomen.

"Um, may I ask what its name is?"

Wang Baixi always felt that it would be better to know the name of the person to be resurrected.

“Bobby,” the Penguin said, his eyes behind his monocle fixed on the dead parrot.

“Alright, Bobby.” Wang Baixi stood up from the sofa, placed the box containing the parrot's carcass on the low table, took a deep breath, and then held his hands over the body. “Now, resurrect, Bobby!!”

[Immediate Recovery Activated]

Current Mana: 39.5/40

The sensation of mana draining lasted for a fraction of a second.

Then, the sutures on the budgie's chest came off the surface of its skin.

The white threads were pushed out from the seams of the feathers by the newly formed tissue, followed by the sutures at the junction of the two wings, which were breaking off one by one as the muscle fibers regenerated.

Then, Bobby opened his eyes.

The two black bean-sized eyes blinked twice, then it rolled over right in front of the penguin's nose, shook its feathers, and then let out a sudden and comical cry.

"Bobby! Bobby!!"

"Bobby! Oh, it really is you!"

The penguin buried his face in his hands. He was crying, and the front of his expensive tuxedo was stained with tears and snot.

"My God, Your Majesty! I will give you a large reward."

For a moment, Wang Baixi couldn't help but feel smug. He knew that even the lawful evil forces like the Penguins still had some humanity!

But when he raised his head again, the tears on his face had been wiped away with his sleeve, and his eyes became ferocious.

“But now,” he said slowly, “you’re not going anywhere.”

"what?"

The penguin snapped his fingers.

Both bodyguards simultaneously drew their pistols from inside their coats.

"Magic! You just used magic! Magic is far more valuable than money. So I've decided: I'll certainly reward you, but for now, I'm keeping you here!"

"From now on, Ogilvy's position is yours! I hereby bestow upon you the title: Emperor Penguin!"

Wang Baixi stared at the two dark gun barrels, thinking: I don't want to be forced to do labor! Then he turned his head to look at Cassandra.

"Little Ka, give them a job."

Cassandra didn't wait for Wang Baixi to finish speaking before she started moving.

Her right leg sprang off the sofa, her knee slamming into the inside of the elbow of the bodyguard's left hand holding the gun, causing his arm to bend instinctively and pull the trigger.

A shot rang out.

But the bullet lodged inside the sound insulation material on the inside of the car door.

Before the bodyguard on the right could react, Cassandra had already spun half a circle due to inertia, using her left foot to step on the edge of the low table for leverage, while her right knee slammed into his chin.

The bodyguard's head buzzed, and all the instructions in his mind turned into a static screen.

At the same time, Wang Baixi also made his move.

He took a deep breath and then focused the energy in his body into his chest.

[Soul Vortex activated!]

[Skill experience points +10!]

Current Mana: 24.5/40

A dark purple shockwave emanating from him exploded from inside the carriage. The impact did not generate any physical thrust. The two bodyguards collapsed to the ground, their limbs twitching and curling up.

Penguin was also affected by the shockwave, but his willpower seemed stronger. He rolled off the sofa and onto the floor, scrambling and crashing through the car door before falling out.

"God, what happened?"

And Cassandra...

Cassandra knelt on one knee on the carriage floor, supporting herself with her hands, looking at Wang Baixi with a hint of resentment.

"hiss!"

The vortex of souls makes no distinction between friend and foe.

His area-of-effect (AOE) attack covered Cassandra as well.

"...I'm sorry! Cassandra, we have to hurry and chase after them!"

Cassandra made a gesture with trembling hands, which Wang Baixi didn't understand at all. He just hoped it wasn't "I'll settle the score with you later."

The two men chased after him from the carriage and saw the Penguin rolling along the sidewalk like a kicked ball.

Wang Baixi rushed forward in three strides and kicked the short, fat figure.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Cobblepot. I still want to be a primate.”

But the kick didn't disable him. He rolled over, raised his cane, and pointed the tip at Wang Baixi.

This is an umbrella, not a walking stick!

Wang Baixi discovered this fact in the next second.

The metal ring at the tip of the cane popped out of the two-layer umbrella rib structure, and then a blinding electric current exploded from between the ribs. Wang Baixi hurriedly dodged it and then took several steps back.

Just then, a red and green figure swept past his head.

Tim Drake swung his grappling hook over the street, released the rope at the highest point, and landed steadily between the Penguin and Wang Baixi after a clean and nimble turn in mid-air.

His feet barely made a sound when they landed on the sidewalk. He bent his knees slightly to absorb the impact before straightening up.

Good evening, Mr. Cobblestone. I heard you were chatting with my friend?

The Penguin stared wide-eyed at the one not covered by the monocle. "Robin? You..."

There are so many birds today!

He raised the umbrella to try to fire the electricity again, but Tim kicked the Penguin in the wrist, sending the modified umbrella flying out of his hand. It spun and bounced twice on a trash can across the street before coming to a stop.

"I heard from Killer Croc that your deal involved Bane's 'Venom'? How did that stuff end up in your hands? I guess... you probably got it from the black market, right?"