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On the other side, the caveman took a step forward, his red eyes staring straight at Nightwing. He pulled a modified submachine gun from his back, with serrated bayonets welded to the barrel.

"You are mine now, Nightwing."

The claw slid out from the shadows beside Bane, drawing two short blades from his waist. The round eye holes on the owl mask were facing Robin and Cassandra.

"The Court of Owls sends its greetings."

"We'll split up and deal with them separately."

Nightwing, Robin, and Cassandra responded to the sound.

The caveman raised his submachine gun and opened fire in Nightwing's direction. Nightwing, while hiding behind the concrete, approached the caveman, who ruthlessly shredded the concrete blocks.

But at the last moment, Nightwing took off a step ahead, his right hand swinging out the short stick to its full length, while his left hand reached for the freeze grenade at his waist.

"Relax, everyone. By the way, you don't really need to be so martial-minded. You can just call a few more of your underlings to gang up on me," Nightwing laughed in mid-air.

Then he threw the freeze grenade.

The caveman didn't back down; he kicked away half a concrete slab, sending the hundred-pound wreckage hurtling towards the freeze grenade.

Immediately, he also pulled out what looked like a modified incendiary bomb from his waist and threw it out.

Ice and fire collided in mid-air, exploding into a large cloud of white steam.

Nightwing's short stick pierced through the steam, aiming straight for the caveman's temple, but was forcefully blocked by the caveman's forearm.

……

Meanwhile, Robin and Cassandra had already engaged the claw in combat. Cassandra's movements were more agile than in any of their previous fights; she repeatedly dodged the claw's thrusts, leaving it helpless against her.

However, Claw was still relentless and refused to stop his attack. "Ah, little girl, you still have such a temper."

Robin seized the opportunity to flank the battle from the side, but upon approaching and hearing the enemy's voice, she couldn't help but be surprised:

"Sebastian Clark?"

It's that old man!

Wasn't he being watched by the huntress?

The claw lifted the owl mask, revealing the face beneath it that belonged to Sebastian Clark. A bloodstain, not yet fully healed, ran from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes showed no sign of frustration.

"We meet again."

“Yes, we should have tied you up right when we first met, so you would never be able to escape,” Robin said through gritted teeth.

"First time? You're wrong, my dear. This isn't our first meeting." Sebastian Clark gave a meaningful smile. "Remember the day you accidentally resurrected Killer Croc? I only regret not blowing you up into the sky back then. Speaking of which, what about your Asian friend? I was terribly harmed by his grappling hook!"

Robin stared in astonishment.

Unexpectedly, the first claw they encountered was Clark?

"I didn't expect you to be a Claw too. The Court of Owls really has no one left to use." Robin sneered.

“Actually, I am the mentor of the Claws.” Clark drew the short knife hidden behind his waist and pointed it at Robin’s throat.

"Who can kill the robin? Me!"

……

The battle erupted fastest between Bane and Batman.

Bane lightly stomped on the concrete and threw his right fist at Batman.

His punching speed is so fast that it's not something a 300-pound giant could easily do.

Batman sidestepped the punch, simultaneously deflecting Bane's left hook with his forearm and striking Bane's ribs with his knee.

That knee strike would have broken two ribs on an ordinary person, but Bane's body didn't even sway.

"You've slowed down, Batman."

Bane clasped his hands together, grabbed Batman's shoulders without saying a word, and lifted him up!

Yes, it's that classic broken back pose, exactly the same as last time.

Batman's body was lifted into the air, his knees dangling above Bane's head on either side.

But this time Batman didn't struggle; he waited until the moment Bane's arms began to slam down.

Finally, he waited.

At that moment, Batman suddenly released the muscles in his right shoulder, slipped smoothly out of Bane's grasp, and in the blink of an eye, he was behind Bane.

His fingers touched the connection point of the venom tube.

“Bane, you’ve slowed down.”

A sharp blade shot out from Batman's wrist, slicing through the outer layer of the metal pipe, and the transparent pipe wall also shattered.

However, no liquid flowed out. Instead, a pale yellow gas kept gushing out from the crack, spraying directly onto Batman's face, making him feel nauseous.

“Batman, are you ‘afraid’?” Bane stared with his bloodshot eyes wide.

It's a trap!

Batman jumped back two steps, his finger pressing a switch on the side of his belt. A transparent film quickly rose from the collar of the Batsuit, covering the lower half of his face.

"Attention everyone, activate combat suit protection systems!"

That's the scarecrow's "fear gas"!

No, it shouldn't be the scarecrow's poison gas. He's undergone too many training sessions to combat poison gas, and the scarecrow's terrifying poison gas doesn't have this shape or smell...

Slow!

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that this was not an ordinary gas, but rather clumps of tiny, filamentous substances!

"Could it be some kind of fungus?"

Bain didn't chase after him; he simply stood there and let the spurts gush out from behind him.

“You know, getting this stuff from Scarecrow was really troublesome. You Gothamites are definitely more principled than I thought.” Bane was like a giant lizard releasing venom at this moment. “But luckily, he’s afraid of birds, and my good-for-nothing companion is the perfect counter to that.”

Finally, he opened his arms, freely embracing the world, striking a pose of looking down upon all living beings.

"Now tell me, Batman, what did you see?"

Batman's eyes were red as the scene before him shattered and then reformed.

He saw a boy covered in wounds lying on the ground.

Beside him was a man wearing a purple suit, with green hair and a face covered in pale makeup.

He grinned at Batman, then swung the crowbar at the boy.

"Long time no see, Batman. Do you still remember your beloved 'Joker'?"

The sound of the crowbar hitting the ground was extremely sharp. The immobilized boy convulsed beneath the crowbar, his face covered in blood.

The clown stopped, and a bright red smile spread across his pale face, reaching his ears.

Tell me, Batman, what did you see?

"you……"

“Me?” The Joker slung the crowbar over his shoulder. “No, no, no, I’m not asking about myself. I’m asking about you. What did you see? A child you killed? A Robin you couldn’t save? Someone you’ll never…”

Before "he" could finish speaking, the roar of the engine shattered the warehouse wall.

The familiar Batmobile crashed into the side wall, and the Joker's phantom in his eyes was torn to shreds like paper.

"what!"

A long howl brought Batman back to his senses.

He opened his eyes again and saw Bane raising one hand to block the Batmobile. He looked a little strained, but when his other hand was also on the hood, the situation immediately changed.

"go with!"

The sturdy Batmobile was flung into the empty stands by him!

Having shed the enormous burden, Bane turned his neck and stared at Batman: "So, what exactly did you see?"

“I saw your failure, Bain.”

Batman threw another punch.

"I just can't do anything with you."

Chapter Fifty-Four: The Great Failure

When Bane received the terrifying fungus that the Scarecrow had meticulously crafted from him, the Scarecrow smiled at him.

"This is my latest masterpiece, Bain! I researched hallucinogenic poisons and many fungi on the market to develop this new variety! By the way, do you know about the Dead Saddle Fungus? This substance volatilizes into toxic vapors during the process of death and decay, but if it just volatilizes like that..."

Bain's first reaction was: Shut up!

The scarecrow shut up in frustration.

Bain's second reaction was: "Give me a couple of sucks."

As a result, he saw the giant bat again.

The year his mother died, he accidentally fell from the building and remained unconscious for a whole month. In his dreams, he saw his future self, who tirelessly told him:

You are one in a million, unparalleled, and you will stand above all things. For the blood of a king flows in your veins, and you were born to be the ruler of this world.

But on the path to world domination, you must overcome the deepest fears within yourself. Only then can you reign supreme.

Then, he finally noticed the giant bat lurking in the darkness of his dream, its blood-red eyes scrutinizing him...

That was his fear.

He spent his entire life battling this bat, and during his time in San Priscilla, he killed it in a dream. In Gotham, he killed another "bat," thus gaining worldwide fame.

But the scarecrow told him that he still hadn't escaped the shadow of fear. The bat remained his haunting nightmare, an inescapable cage, and a wound that would never heal.

He would break the bat again and again, but the bat would hang upside down in the darkness again and again, mocking him.

But how could that be? Bain was unwilling to accept it, and it was impossible for him to accept it.