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

Tim grabbed Wang Baixi's arm and dragged him into the corridor, while Cassandra silently followed. The Angel of Death leaned against the door frame, afraid that Tim would explode.

“Although you haven’t told me anything, I already know how you reached this agreement: it must be related to his wife, right?” Tim’s tone was ambiguous, neither admiration nor anger could be discerned.

"No wonder he's the world's second-best detective," Wang Baixi exclaimed.

"Stop flattering me, let me finish." Tim was so annoyed he was about to scratch his head. "How can you be so sure we're not raising a tiger to cause trouble?"

"Don't worry, Tim. I'm important to Mr. Freeze, and Mr. Freeze is important to us, and that's enough."

"Most relationships between people can be summed up in two words: transaction."

"Think about who our opponents are: the Court of Owls and Bane. And you should know very well what the Court of Owls' claws fear most."

“Low temperature,” Cassandra suddenly uttered the word.

"Little Ka? You've learned to talk? Oh my god!"

Cassandra: "..."

“In short, Cassandra is right, Mr. Freeze is simply the natural enemy of the Claws. And Mr. Joshua has also agreed to my plan. Tim, this is not just a matter for the ‘Bat Family,’ but also for the ‘Wayne Family.’ You should know that I also own five percent of Wayne Enterprises.”

"Is it confirmed?"

"Yes, Alfred and Joshua have made up their minds, you don't need to persuade them anymore."

"I mean, they're so sure they're partnering with Mr. Freeze? Not your shares!" Tim rubbed his temples. "For this, you've exposed all our secrets to a supervillain..."

"Come on, Tim. Which criminal in Gotham doesn't know that Batman is Bruce Wayne?" Wang Baixi rolled his eyes. "The Riddler knows, the Joker knows even more, and even the Penguin knows perfectly well. That's Gotham. Everyone keeps this secret to themselves just to prevent Batman from working overtime for free."

"That's different."

"Alright, if you're still worried, I have a backup plan. Give each of them a bomb collar; if they misbehave, just blow them up. What do you think of this idea?"

"You're going a bit too far!"

"Am I some kind of bad person? How is that extreme? Besides, your tense face has relaxed."

Has he relaxed now? He's out of options!

Tim persisted, trying to persuade him, "But Your Majesty, I still want to ask: are you sure your resurrection spell can be used as a healing spell? What if Mr. Freeze finds out it was all in vain and wants revenge?"

“Joshua’s external injuries have all healed, so I think it’s fine. I also have a Plan B if all else fails.”

Seeing that Wang Baixi was so confident, Tim had no choice but to stop trying to persuade him.

He was thirteen years old, and at this moment, he was speaking to his rebellious son in the tone of an old father: "Fine, just don't do things behind my back anymore."

I'll try my best.

"Not just try, definitely!"

"Definitely, definitely," Wang Baixi replied perfunctorily. "Alright, let's hurry up and go to the bat cave. We still have a ton of things to take care of tonight."

Tim sighed, then walked into the manor, leading the group through a secret passage behind the grandfather clock and down into the bat cave...

……

The temperature in the main hall of the Batcave was several degrees lower than usual, and the cooling system had clearly not fully recovered from last night's low-temperature battle.

However, the low temperature was also caused by the few human-shaped ice sculptures standing against the wall.

The zombie and his henchmen were frozen in a corner of the hall, only their heads sticking out. The zombie's pale face looked particularly terrifying against the ice, and his yellow eyes struggled to move, as if he had woken up.

Alfred was sitting next to several ice sculptures, patiently watching over a few “captives.”

“Ah Fu, did they say anything?” Tim asked.

“Not yet, but I have a feeling Mr. Zombie is about to give up,” Alfred said with a smile. “Mr. Freeze’s freezing techniques are truly impressive.”

It's no wonder they're frozen like that...

Wang Baixi walked to the main control panel, put his hands on his hips, looked at the intelligence data covering the wall, and said with great enthusiasm, "Gentlemen, the caveman is dead, the zombies are frozen here, and Little Bird's falcon is in a cage. Little Bird is the only one left capable of fighting under Bane. With two of his three arms broken, plus the help of Mr. Freeze, the Court of Owls is already in our grasp. Why should we worry about Gotham?"

They can't possibly team up with all the villains, can they?

It's not as simple as you think.

Tim walked to the main console and brought up several new intelligence charts.

“Clark has been placed under the care of the Huntress, but the longer he remains missing, the more suspicious the court will become. Once they realize their identity has been exposed, it won't be as simple as just sending a few claws to raid the manor.”

"On the other hand, given Bane's personality, he won't sit idly by; his next move will be even more outrageous."

“That’s not all,” the Angel of Death interjected. “The Arkham Escape is still not resolved. Mr. Freeze is here, but outside there’s the Riddler, Zas, and more than a dozen hardened criminals committing crimes.”

"So we're now surrounded on three fronts. The Court of Owls, Bane, and Arkham Inspectors." Tim displayed the three symbols on the screen. "After tonight, these three forces could come together at any moment."

“Then we should act swiftly and decisively to rescue Dick,” said the Angel of Death.

Tim looked troubled. "Things are more complicated than you think."

"Complex? The Penguin is currently in Blackgate Prison; we can coordinate an attack from the inside at any time."

Tim kept his head down.

Wang Baixi asked, puzzled, "What exactly happened? Did Clark say something?"

Everyone remained silent, with Tim's expression being the most complex.

"Yes, and it's related to Dick himself..."

At that moment, Mr. Freeze suddenly spoke up. He had been standing by the control panel like a cold ornament until now, but as a complete outsider, he expressed his opinion.

“Listen, Robin, I have no idea who you’re talking about. All I know is that you’re in trouble, and that’s why Wang Baixi chose to cooperate with me.”

Tim looked up and met those icy eyes.

“Robin, we used to be enemies. But now we have to join forces for the time being. But even so, it doesn’t mean I have to obey your orders. I don’t want to hear all your nonsense. I just want to know one thing: what do we need to do, where do we go, and who do we need to kill?”

Tim remained silent for a long time before finally making up his mind.

"Alright, I need to formally inform you all about the situation we are facing..."

Chapter Thirty-Six: The Situation is Excellent

Gotham Port, abandoned container terminal.

Bain rarely invites others to his private meetings.

This wasn't because he wasn't hospitable; it was simply because he felt that most of Gotham's so-called "villains" were no different from rats in the sewers.

They would bite each other over half a moldy loaf of bread, but would not sit down and sincerely listen to him describe a better criminal empire.

Ugh!

Others: Playing around and fooling around, playing hide-and-seek with Batman.

He: He directly broke Batman's back to create a dark kingdom.

It's just...

But today is different. Tonight, he invited many people because he knew it was time to cut the cake.

The group gathered in the shipping container that had been converted into a temporary meeting room. In front of them was the same mahogany table with several Gotham City maps from different years on it.

The attendees included: Arnold, the ventriloquist, sitting on the left side of the table, along with his suited puppet "Scarface"; and Black Mask, sitting on the right side of the table, accompanied by several henchmen, whose face was obscured by his mask.

Gang leaders, including those from triads, were also invited because they had considerable influence.

In addition, there are "marginal characters" like Zass and the amygdala.

These are the people Bain currently approves of and who are relatively easy to control.

With all the heroes of the world now in his grasp, the situation is truly excellent!

“Everyone’s here,” Bain said to the group. All the whispers in the container fell silent. The little bird beside him gave the group hostile looks, hoping they would behave.

"Batman is dead! I know many of you have already heard the news, and now I'm telling you personally: I broke his spine with my own hands."

Scarface let out a shrill laugh: "Well, you're really 'awesome'!"

The ventriloquist raised a hand to cover Scarface's mouth. "God, boss, stop talking!"

But Scarface continued to scream: "So what? You called us here just to show off your resume? I thought you were running for mayor!"

"Shut up!" the little bird shouted angrily.

“It’s alright, let him speak,” Bane said calmly. “I called you here because this chaotic city under our feet needs a new order. Chaos is a ladder, but you can only climb it by stepping on others. So, I propose that we join forces and take over the whole of Gotham. Of course, I will be in charge of ‘commanding’ you.”

"What right do you have to talk back to us?" The black-masked voice was hoarse, filled with disdain for Bane. "Just because you let us out?"

“I could twist your head off right now,” Bain said calmly. “Mr. Siennis, please don’t interrupt me.”

Upon hearing this, Victorzas stood up from the shadows in the corner. His bare upper body was covered with knife marks, each mark representing a life he had taken.

He walked up to Bane and said in a hoarse voice, "Bane, I don't care who's in charge. I only care about one thing: when can I kill someone? I haven't added any new knife marks to my body in a long time."

Bain looked down at Zas's dead eyes.

"Now."

"I can kill someone right now."

"It's now, but the subject is wrong."

The moment the words left his mouth, Bane's hand gripped Zas's throat.

Before Zas could even pull out his dagger, a dull thud echoed from his neck. Shards of bone pierced his skin, and his eyeballs bulged forward, bloodshot veins instantly filling the whites of his eyes. Poor Zas's mouth opened slightly, but only a broken breath escaped his lips.

The container immediately fell into dead silence; for a moment, you could hear a pin drop.

Zarth's body was casually tossed into a corner by Bane, his neck tilted to one side, and a look of disbelief still lingering on his lips.

"Is there anyone else who wants to question me or interrupt me?"

No one spoke; even Scarface kept his mouth shut.

Bain stood back at the end of the table, hands on the surface, scanning the faces of everyone present. "So, you all agree?"

Everyone present was terrified of Bane's tyranny, but they also understood his power, so they were both fearful and delighted by Bane's proposal.

Right now, naturally no one dares to embarrass him.