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

Batman's cape billowed in the night wind, creating even waves, and he walked without stopping until he reached Gordon.

“Welcome back to Gotham. I thought you were really dead.” Gordon said, extending his hand. “Where’s your car?”

Batman grasped his hand and glanced briefly at the armored vehicle ten meters away, which was in defensive mode.

This put Gordon's mind at ease.

It's definitely him!

"Evacuate the crowd, it's too dangerous here," Batman said.

Gordon gave a wry smile. "Can you convince them? They refuse to leave and insist on watching the whole 'game'."

For these bloodthirsty bastards, witnessing such a clash of titans is worth dying for!

"Then you should at least get all the police back behind the cordon. I don't want to see any casualties if there's an explosion or collapse inside."

"And what about you? You're not going in by yourself, are you?"

Batman remained silent in response, his gaze passing over Gordon's shoulder and fixed on the stadium's archway entrance.

The rusty iron gate was half-open, and to him it looked like a gaping mouth.

"Are you really going in?"

"There are always things I need to do in there."

Gordon shrugged. "Our men searched the entire stadium, from seats to VIP boxes, even the toilet stalls and ventilation shafts. Bain couldn't have just appeared out of thin air in the stadium."

He was completely baffled; surely Bain couldn't just fall from the sky.

Just then, a shrill voice broke into the stadium's broadcasting system.

A gaunt face appeared on the large screen in a nearby shopping plaza.

A figure appeared on the huge glass curtain wall, and everyone looked up at the same time, staring at the super criminal who struck fear into the hearts of all: the Riddler!

He was still wearing his hat, carrying his journal, and dressed in that same silly outfit—all green with a few printed question marks. His smile was still as smug as ever.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I know you are surprised, but for now, don't waste your breath on who I am."

"Tonight, Bane, the spineless one of Gotham, the liberator of Arkham, the engineer of chaos, will face our Dark Knight in an ultimate showdown that will go down in history, and every eye will be the judge!"

"Batman may think he won't repeat the same mistake, but we all know that Bane is stronger, more ruthless, and smarter than ever tonight."

So, who will ultimately win?

"Stop cowering in the corner! I, the Riddler, have created the first real-time betting site in Gotham history for you. You can bet Batman will last thirty minutes, or you can bet Bane will break his other bone in five minutes! Of course, it's a gambling site, so... you know."

The riddle teller gave a mysterious smile.

"Every bet you place is making history!"

"Choose, Gotham! Will you kneel before fear and pray for dawn, or will you stand up and bet on your championship!"

"Stake your credit cards, your pensions, your rent this month, your stolen goods! Don't worry about the server crashing, thank Starlink, thank DirectBand!"

"Who wins, who loses? The answer is about to be revealed!"

"That bastard!" Gordon was furious when he heard the Riddler's words.

"Angel of Death, quickly disperse the crowd. Gordon, you and your men get out of here too." But Batman turned his head sternly and winked at the Angel of Death, who was far away in the crowd. This was his mission.

"Yes!"

Gordon then quickly engaged in a fierce battle with Batman and Bane's fanatical fans.

Robin looked at the crowd of onlookers with a strange expression and couldn't help but sigh, "In this world, there are always some people who don't care about anything and only want to see rivers of blood flow."

“Then we can’t let them have their way,” Nightwing laughed.

Just then, a twisting, cracking sound suddenly came from the office building on the east side of the stadium.

boom!!

The communication tower on the roof tilted to one side, and the floor slabs collapsed and crumbled like dominoes. In just seven or eight seconds, the entire building collapsed into a pile of rubble and steel frame, crashing into the huge Knights Stadium.

The dust kicked up spread like a tsunami, some people were screaming, some were running wildly, and the citizens who had refused to leave were now scrambling to squeeze themselves into the police car.

Rivers of blood? If we don't leave now, they'll be bleeding profusely.

Batman frowned and led Nightwing and his group into the entrance. They saw the skeletal remains of a tall building, like the ruins of a giant. Then, a familiar figure walked towards them.

“Bane…”

Outside the Cavaliers Stadium, a sudden gust of wind blew, ruffling Gordon's police uniform and shaking his glasses. Gordon didn't have time to steady them; he looked out from the entrance into the distance:

Amidst the dust, a massive silhouette at least seven feet tall emerged from the gray fog, trudging heavily over the ruins.

He really did fall from the sky.

Chapter 53 Killing That Gotham Man

"That building just collapsed like that?"

"..."

"Is that Bane?"

"..."

"Dain, say something!"

In the Upper Town, Duke put his empty Slurp glass aside, craned his neck, and leaned over Dane's shoulder to watch the ultimate showdown at the Cavaliers Arena together.

The broadcast on the phone screen was a bit blurry, but the two could still make out the content.

"No, how did the Riddler get the video of the scene?" Duke was greatly shocked.

Is this something they can watch without a membership?

What an incredibly rare sight!

"Shh, the riddle teller is about to speak."

"I didn't see him!"

No sooner had Duke finished speaking than the slender figure in the bowler hat reappeared at the edge of the frame. It turned out he had been standing at the highest point of the west stand of the stadium.

"Those of you watching this live stream must be wondering right now: who are those two guys next to Bane?" The Riddler drawled out, "Don't worry, I'll answer your questions myself!"

The camera cuts to the center of the stadium.

Bain stood at the front, with a burly man only half a head shorter than him standing to his left, and an assassin in a gray tactical uniform wearing a bird-shaped hood standing to his right.

"The burly man to Bain's left is called 'The Caveman,' and is one of his most trusted and beloved lieutenants. As for the one next to him, I don't know his name, but I can guess: he must serve..."

"The Court of Owls"

Dane's ears perked up immediately, the light from his phone illuminating his somewhat excited face.

"See that, Duke? I'm serious!"

"Shh, don't make any noise."

The riddle teller continued.

"Older Gotham residents should have heard the nursery rhyme about the court of owls. Now I'm telling you: this is not a sensational rumor, nor is it some absurd fairy tale."

“Tell me, the Court of Owls really exists! They're hiding among us. Cough, cough, of course, not me.”

“I know you’re all curious: what exactly is the Court of Owls? How did they get involved with Bane… I’d call it Gotham’s second unsolved mystery!”

"Fortunately, I know the answer to this question."

Duke and Dane held their breath.

"Of course, I don't want to keep everyone in suspense. In the past, I was the one who set the questions, but now, I'm the one who will reveal the answer!"

"I hereby declare: if Batman successfully defeats Bane, I will personally reveal the truth to everyone, and in doing so, unveil the mystery of the Court of Owls."

"Of course, conversely, if Bane wins, I will also reveal the answer to 'Gotham's number one unsolved mystery' for everyone."

"That is: Who exactly is Batman?"

Dane swiped his phone screen down a bit, hovered his finger over the red button that read "Bane Wins," and pressed it without hesitation.

……

[Wang Baixi's Resurrection Spell Cooldown Countdown: 131 hours]

[Echoes of the Styx Countdown: 23 hours]

……

Inside the Knights Arena.

The collapsed office building crashed through the stadium's dome, and moonlight leaked through the huge hole, shining on Bane's massive body, making it look so terrifying and horrifying.

God knows how many drugs he took.

He stared at the massive figure emerging from the dust in the distance, a short voice ringing in his ears: "No one died, no one died. Batman, please respond. Please confirm the identities of Bane and the other two."

“Received. Identities confirmed: one is a caveman, the other is the claws of the Court of Owls.”

"A caveman? Wasn't he long dead? I saw him killed by the angel of death with my own eyes!"

"If I'm not mistaken, it's related to amber gold again."

"Damn it, when will this ever end?!"

If he's resurrected, then I'll be resurrected too, right?

I should have disposed of his body too!

Meanwhile, Bane did not stop. The venom delivery tube behind him swayed slightly with his steps, gleaming a dark green in the moonlight.

“Batman,” Bane’s voice came from behind the metal mask, “I’m so glad you’re back. Last time I broke your spine, it only took me a few minutes. Now, we have more time to spend together.”

He raised an arm and pointed at Batman, his fingers clenching into a fist one by one.

"Tonight I will tear you in two. Your upper body will be hung on top of Gotham Tower, and your lower body will be left to the citizens who are still fantasizing that you can save them."