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

The man with premature frost exhaled cold air, which condensed into a thin layer of frost on his glass dome.

"Let me make this clear first, Bat. I am not under your jurisdiction."

“Of course, Mr. Freeze,” Bruce glanced at Mr. Freeze helplessly, “you can leave now. Your wife is waiting for you. In any case, take care of yourself.”

“Of course.” Mr. Freeze snorted and immediately turned to walk toward the exit of the Batcave.

He had already witnessed Wang Baixi's magical power, so there was no need for him to stay here. His Nora was still waiting for him in that cold underground workshop.

However, he wasn't entirely heartless; he would help the vigilantes keep a close watch on Bane's men and the Claws.

Yes, he is indeed very curious about amber gold.

After Mr. Freeze left, Bruce grabbed the Batman mask and quickly put it on himself.

The moment the mask fell off, he and Bruce Wayne were no longer connected.

Batman stood up, his cape falling silently behind him.

"My lord, go to the armory and get a set of tactical protective gear. If, as you say, you can't stray too far from me in the following operations, then you'll be traveling with me from now on."

Just as Wang Baixi was about to respond, Tim asked in surprise, "Wait, what about me?"

“You’ll work with that Asian girl,” Bruce replied briefly, adjusting the communication module on his arm armor. “Dick’s team should have been deployed by now. The two of you are responsible for sealing off the Diamond District and several surrounding areas. Oracle will send you the specific coordinates.”

“Hey, she’s not called ‘Asian Little Girl’,” Wang Baixi suddenly interjected. “Her name is Cassandra Cain. She has a name too.”

After he finished speaking, he turned around and fastened the buckle of a tactical vest around his waist.

"Cain?" Batman slowly crouched down, looking directly at the girl who had been silent since earlier, and quickly came to an answer in his mind.

Cassandra was somewhat taken aback by his gaze.

"Your father is David Cain?"

Her gaze briefly averted, and after thinking for a while, she finally nodded slightly.

Batman quickly came to a conclusion, saying, "You look like her, I mean, your mother, Mrs. Shiva."

Cassandra was startled and immediately lowered her head.

“After Bain broke my spine, I originally wanted to have her do my rehabilitation training. I never expected you to be her daughter.”

Tim immediately realized, "I see! I learned stick fighting from Mrs. Shiva before, no wonder Cassandra has such a solid foundation, and it's no wonder I could guess the meaning of some of her movements..."

However, that woman was not a kind person.

But Batman didn't respond to Tim's words. He looked into Cassandra's eyes and asked in a relatively gentle tone, "Why did you come to Gotham?"

Cassandra spoke slowly, replying in somewhat broken English: "Because of you."

Batman froze, his silence resembling a solemn handover ceremony.

He replied, word by word:

"My pleasure."

Cassandra's eyes widened. She probably never expected Batman to answer her like that, so she repeated, "It's an honor."

Upon seeing this, Tim couldn't help but mutter to himself, "My God, what did he just say?"

"Ahem, Robin! Keep communication open!" Batman coughed twice, quickly switching back to business mode, and then gave the order to the Angel of Death:

“Death Angel, go to Wayne Enterprises’ lab in the Old Town and find Lucius. Have him give you the separated Amber Gold and the bottle of 'Venom' provided by the Penguin.”

"Batman, you don't mean to..." The Angel of Death's expression changed slightly.

He's not planning to use drugs, is he? That's addictive!

“I won’t use that stuff, not before, and not ever,” Batman said seriously. “But I need the compositional analysis data for Amber Gold and Venom. I bet Bane injected both of those substances at the same time.”

The Angel of Death swallowed hard, mustered his courage, and asked, "You want to go directly to Bane? I can help you!"

However, Batman raised his hand and patted the Angel of Death on the shoulder.

“I have doubted countless times: whether you can inherit my mantle.”

"I started training you the moment I had Robin find you. But now I realize that I was just imposing a responsibility on you that wasn't yours to begin with."

"You don't need to say that..."

“Let,” Batman emphasized, “only Batman has the duty and responsibility to defeat Bane.”

After saying this, the Angel of Death's eyes gleamed.

"Okay, I'll follow your instructions."

"Go."

Then, Batman turned and walked toward the Batmobile parked deep inside the cave. Wang Baixi had already emerged from the armory, wearing a set of tactical protective gear that looked expensive, with various unidentified items hanging from his waist, and a ski mask on his head.

“We’re not going to rob a bank.” Batman glanced at him casually, then noticed that the Batmobile still had many scratches and shallow grooves on its body, and some sticky liquid stuck to the wheels.

“In my opinion, there is no difference between the two,” Wang Baixi said earnestly.

Batman ran his hand over the wounds, his brow furrowing slightly, but he still pressed the door switch, and the hatch slowly rose with a soft hum from the hydraulic system.

"This car is going a bit fast. Since this is your first time riding in it, please be careful."

"Received." Wang Baixi plopped into the passenger seat, and the seat's sensors immediately activated, tightening the seatbelt automatically. A soft electronic notification sounded from inside the car.

"Welcome Batman #002. Your seat settings are being adjusted."

Batman's hand stopped on the car door.

He slowly turned his head, which was covered by a bat mask, and the two bright headlights in front of the car shone on his slightly trembling chin.

"Number 002?"

Wang Baixi looked at Batman awkwardly, "Uh, it's me. Come on up, Number 001?"

"...No rush, let me check the headlights first."

Chapter 42 Batman, you're not dead?

The morning light in Crime Alley always arrives a step later than in other places.

The neighborhood was filled with fashion shop windows more than 20 years ago, but now only faded graffiti and sealed windows remain.

Every Gotham resident with a bit of experience knows that the city's decline is related to that shooting.

But now, no one cares about these past events, and the Batmobile silently passes through the streets, ignoring the past as it fades away with the wind.

Wang Baixi leaned back in the passenger seat, wondering how to find Bain.

Gotham is so big, and that guy doesn't like to leave clues like the Riddler. Is he supposed to shout in the street, "Bane, come out here!"?

He was about to ask a question when Batman spoke first.

"Are you thinking about how to find Bain?"

"...You can even deduce what's on my mind?"

“No reasoning is needed.” Batman’s hands were firmly on the steering wheel. “Right now, everyone in Gotham who has the ability to do this wants to know the answer.”

"It sounds like you already know how to find him."

“I don’t need to know where he is, because he will come to me.”

"What do you mean?"

Batman's gaze swept past the gray streets outside the car window as he explained to Wang Baixi:

"Bane is a weirdo."

“After I was defeated by him for the first time, I began to investigate him: he was born in a prison in San Prisca, lost his mother at a young age, and was toughened up by the harsh environment. Later, for some reason, he underwent drug experiments and became the person you and I see today.”

"Later, he successfully escaped, and his first stop was the United States, Gotham..."

“He came for me; I am his nightmare, his enemy. Everything he does is first and foremost to break me, to destroy me.”

“I don’t know what made him so paranoid, but it’s a fact.”

After listening, Wang Baixi's lips curled into a smile. "So you're using yourself as bait."

"Correct."

"He's a fucking lunatic, but I like him." Wang Baixi leaned back in his chair, his laughter growing even louder. "But are you sure you can handle him this time?"

“He defeated me twice. The first time was when he caught me off guard, when I was exhausted and he came to Wayne Manor and defeated me. The second time was because I was blinded by anger and made the wrong decision,” Batman calmly analyzed. “This time, I won’t make the same mistake again. And I also know his weakness, which is the venom channel behind him. It’s just that he may be using what you call ‘Amber Gold’ now, which is a bit more troublesome than I thought.”

"Indeed, third-playthrough players are very well prepared."

What's coming now is the hindsight version of Batman!

Batman didn't respond to that question, but instead suddenly asked, "You've met Joshua?"

"Of course, he lamented that you didn't have a son or daughter."

"..."

The car was quiet for a moment, with only the low hum of the engine remaining.

"What kind of person is he?"

"Old-fashioned, gentlemanly. By the way, aren't you planning to meet him first?" Wang Baixi turned his head. "That's your ancestor, you know. He was dug out of his grave two hundred years ago, and the first thing he did was help you manage the company. Don't you have any curiosity at all?"

I don't want to worry about these things for now.

"Trouble?" Wang Baixi looked incredulous. "Do you have some kind of mode switch in your head? Family mode and vigilante mode, snap, and the other side is completely shut off?"

Batman remained silent for a long time, clearly weighing whether or not to continue the conversation.

The in-car communication channel suddenly lit up, and the Oracle's voice slammed in: "Sorry to interrupt your conversation. Batman, at the intersection of Broadway and 53rd Street, the Ventriloquist and eight of his men have robbed an armored truck. The GCPD will be there in four minutes, but you only need twenty seconds."

"Roger that." Batman jerked the steering wheel, and the Batmobile cut through the intersection, grazing the rear bumper of a yellow taxi parked on the side of the road before entering Broadway.

The scenery outside the car window moved wildly across Wang Baixi's vision. He gripped the armrests of the seat tightly with both hands, but his expression showed no sign of complaint.

Twenty seconds later, the Batmobile stopped next to the armored truck.

The armored truck had overturned and the rear door of the truck had been blown open by some kind of explosive, with bags full of banknotes scattered all over the ground.