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

“Memphis? You mean…The Sandman?” Wang Baixi’s eyebrows almost reached his hairline. “I think I vaguely remember.”

If he remembered correctly, the Sandman should be a member of the Endless Family. As for who the Endless Family was, he wasn't very clear, only that they were beings of supreme order.

"Yes, that's my brother. He controls the dreams of the world, and I control life and death in this mortal realm. Speaking of which, haven't you noticed something?"

"Hmm. What is it?"

"You've probably noticed it yourself; you've barely slept these past few days. Did you know that for a normal person, going more than 72 hours without sleep will start to cause hallucinations, and after 96 hours, certain key areas of the brain will begin to suffer damage? And you..."

She gently tapped Wang Baixi's forehead with her index finger. That finger was cold.

"You haven't slept for almost a week, but your brain is still functioning normally as if you just woke up. Why do you think that is?"

At that moment, Wang Baixi realized he couldn't answer.

Did he really evolve to lose the ability to sleep?

“You fight against death, and death will stay further away from you. And sleep is death’s brother.” Death withdrew its finger, and the hand went back into the jeans pocket. “What you gain, you lose. This is not punishment, it’s just the rule. You have broken the balance between life and death, but I do not intend to punish you. The world gave birth to me for a reason; and the world gave birth to you for a reason.”

"But no one knows what the future holds. Perhaps everything will turn into...death, and an irreversible death."

Wang Baixi suddenly felt a little awkward when he remembered that he had been bragging to Cassandra just an hour ago that he didn't want to sleep.

To be honest, not having to sleep is a good thing!

But there's something odd about what Miss Death said.

On the other side, Death opened her pale hand, and a spiral-shaped pill appeared in her palm.

“Swallow this pill, and I will erase your entire existence in Gotham, along with your abilities. Bruce Wayne and the others will forget you, the world will forget you, even the gravedigger's hut in Gotham Cemetery that once sheltered you will forget you. You can start over, live a peaceful life, and never have to get involved in these life-and-death matters again. This is my gift to you.”

Wang Baixi glanced at the pill, then looked up at Death's exquisite face.

"So you've come here to persuade me to retire?"

"I'm just giving you a choice."

"Then I don't want it."

Death blinked, and for the first time, she showed what appeared to be surprise. "You're not even going to consider it?"

“I won’t consider it.” Wang Baixi leaned back. “You’re right, I am indeed a little scared. Who isn’t afraid of death? Everyone must die; some deaths are heavier than Mount Tai, while others are lighter than a feather…”

"You're still eyeing that 5% stake, aren't you?"

Even if it's true, don't go around spreading it around!

Death sighed, looked at him helplessly for a long time, then with a flick of her fingers, the spiral-shaped pill vanished into nothingness.

"Alright." Her tone was indulgent. "Then watch your step and don't ruin yourself, or you'll really have to see me, and I won't be inviting you for tea then."

“Wait a minute,” Wang Baixi suddenly remembered something, “You just said your brother is the Sandman, do you have any other brothers or sisters?”

“Many,” Death counted on his fingers, “fate, dreams, destruction, desire, despair, delirium, and of course, me.”

"Your house is quite lively."

"It's lively, but there are always people leaving early during the gathering." Death winked at him. "I'm leaving now, I have to go pick someone up."

"Pick someone up?"

“An old lady who sold flowers in the Diamond District, 93 years old, passed away peacefully.”

"Isn't this kind of work boring?" Wang Baixi asked.

"It's just a job. I've been doing this job since the birth of the universe. Now, you should forget about me. Wake up, Wang Baixi."

Then, the whole world began to tremble.

……

About an hour later.

The ancient clock in the hallway struck twice, then a loud roar interrupted it.

"Damn it! It's too late!"

The door to the next room suddenly opened, and Wang Baixi rushed out with a head of messy black hair, seemingly having no recollection of what he had dreamed about.

It's eight o'clock.

“Not yet, Mr. Wang,” Alfred said, placing the teapot on the tray and addressing the young man rushing toward the stairwell. “I’ve noticed the clock in the manor is a few minutes slow.”

"……what?"

Just then, Bruce Wayne also came out.

He was wearing a black, close-fitting thermal shirt. His hair was unkempt, and the fatigue in the corners of his eyes hadn't completely subsided, but his overall condition was clearly much better.

“Alfred, I’m back,” he said to the old butler.

“I know, Mr. Bruce. I’ve always known.” Alfred tilted his head slightly, a smile spreading across his face. “If you’re planning to go out tonight, I suggest you put on your socks. The temperature in Gotham City is expected to be around 55 degrees Fahrenheit, and… it’s going to be very windy tonight.”

Wang Baixi also rallied his spirits, walked over to Bruce, and said righteously, "Protect me."

"...I thought you were going to say something grand and righteous."

"Hey, life is very precious."

Chapter 52 A Blessing from Heaven, and a Ferocious Fury (Please Read Further)

That's how young people in Gotham are. They've lived in this cursed city since childhood, and they've seen it all: the Arkham lunatics breaking out of prison, Black Mask's henchmen shooting in the streets, the Westward Bridge being blown in two at noon...

They still felt they should go out for a walk tonight.

After all, tomorrow is Monday, and nobody wants to miss any day off.

Duke and Dane agreed with this point. At that moment, the two young men, one black and one white, were drinking Slurpees and chatting about other things in a convenience store in the upper town that was still lit up.

"Speaking of which, Dane, haven't we seen the Joker in a long time?" Duke suddenly thought.

“He’s probably performing at the circus,” Dane replied, leaning against a shelf, his thumb swiping across his phone screen without looking up. “What, are you scared of him?”

"Who would be afraid of this madman? I'm just thinking he shouldn't be sitting idly by now; he's Batman's number one fan."

"This title now belongs to Bain."

"You make a good point. So, do you think Bane will win, or Batman will win?"

Clearly, the challenge to Bain has somehow stirred up quite a storm.

"I'm more inclined to believe Batman will win. As far as I know, the last person to rise from the dead after seven days was Jesus."

"So Bane is just an ordinary person? Someone saw him flip over a police car with one hand, and that wasn't a sedan, it was a heavy riot control vehicle! Do you think Gotham would be big enough for these two monsters to tear apart if they fought?" Duke said calmly, but secretly, he still hoped that Batman could defeat Bane.

"Perhaps some people would be happy to see this happen."

What does that mean?

Dane finally looked up from his phone, but instead of Duke, he stared at the empty street outside the convenience store. "Do you know about the Owl Court?"

"What court?"

"It's an old legend that they are the true masters of Gotham, silently controlling the city's economic lifeline, and profiting from every demolition and reconstruction of the city."

"You're not going to tell me you believe this, are you?"

"Then tell me, how do you explain the Westward Bridge suddenly collapsing? The mayor was so scared he had to hide! Hey, don't you understand? Bane, Batman, and they're all in cahoots!" Dane's tone became urgent. "This isn't something a couple of lunatics could have done. There must be someone behind this who's playing a big game."

Duke chuckled dryly. "Okay, so according to you, Gotham is doomed. Either some lunatic is carrying out forced demolitions, or some vested interests are preying on the people."

Dane remained silent and turned his gaze back to the small, glowing screen.

"What's wrong? You've been looking at your phone nonstop since earlier. Is there any new message?"

“It’s not news,” Dane turned the screen toward Duke, “It’s…Lucia, she just sent me a message.”

"Lucia? The girl who works at the bookstore? You finally dared to talk to her?"

"It wasn't a chat; she asked me if I was free tonight."

Duke's eyebrows shot up, and he leaned closer to the screen. "This is promising."

"Are you sick in the head?"

"Don't miss this opportunity. Neither Bain nor Owl can compare to your life's most important event. Quickly tell her that you're free tonight."

It's already nine o'clock.

"So what if it's nine o'clock? You're not exactly a good student, are you?"

Dane suddenly looked up, turned off his phone, and his expression became serious.

"It's nine o'clock, which means there's something more important to do."

"what's up?"

"There's something going on at Cavaliers Arena tonight at 9 p.m.

……

At nine o'clock, the Cavaliers Stadium was surrounded inside and out. Chief Gordon's orders were very strict. He demanded that all residential buildings within a one-mile radius of the stadium be emptied, all shops be closed, all traffic lights be turned red, and even buses be rerouted.

The iron gates of the shops on both sides of the main street were tightly shut, with only the neon signs still flashing on their own, turning the policemen's bulletproof vests blue and red.

James Gordon stood behind the security tape outside the south gate of the stadium, one hand on his holster and the other gripping a walkie-talkie, listening to the voices of the dispatched detectives:

No suspicious targets were found in Area A.

"Area B has been cleared out."

"More than 20 residents in Zone C refused to evacuate, claiming that they had bought tickets and wanted to come in to die."

Gordon wanted to swear.

But before he could even utter a curse, the crowd automatically parted to make way for him!

He didn't need to look up to see who it was, because the officers around him had already turned around before him, and then all the whispers fell silent.

Batman walked at the front, Nightwing was slightly behind him on his left, and Robin was on his right, walking side by side with a slightly thin, masked girl.

No one speaks.