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

Of course, he was more concerned about the news that belonged to Gotham.

"Welcome to this special news program from the Gotham Gazette. I'm reporter Virgil. Three days ago, the explosion on the Westward Bridge and the collapse of Knights Arena were addressed at a press conference held by the city government."

The city government announced that the armed terrorist codenamed "Bane" was executed at the Knights Arena that evening, and the news of his death was confirmed by the GCPD and multiple independent channels.

"According to the investigation, 'Bain' and his gang are from the Republic of San Pulisca, located in the Caribbean. The municipal government is trying to launch an investigation into this foreign force."

His phone screen switched to a blurry but sharply defined photo of a corpse, in which the muscles had atrophied beyond recognition.

"Several Arkham fugitives who fled Gotham due to Bane's threats, including Ventriloquist and Black Mask, have been apprehended by police and the GCPD Special Operations Unit in the past 72 hours."

"However, due to the severe damage to Blackgate Prison caused by the bombings planted by Bain before his death, Commissioner Gordon stated that all inmates currently incarcerated as serious offenders will be temporarily transferred to Arkham Asylum for emergency care. The city government is seeking assistance from the state government to expedite the prison's reconstruction. In response, Bruce Wayne, a prominent businessman in the city who was recently embroiled in a fake death controversy, has generously donated $50 million to the city government for the prison's repair costs."

When "Bruce Wayne" was mentioned, Vicky Wilkes paused and switched the microphone from her left hand to her right.

"Furthermore, the city government also warned the public: do not believe those sensational rumors. There is no such thing as a 'Court of Owls' in Gotham, and all claims that 'the Court of Owls controls Gotham' are baseless rumors. Currently, the Riddler is still at large. If anyone spots his whereabouts, please report it immediately..."

Duke stuffed his phone into his pocket; he was already halfway across the zebra crossing.

“The Court of Owls is a fictional organization made up of a bunch of rich people who don’t even exist,” he sighed. “Okay, I completely believe it.”

Dane, standing beside him, also snapped out of his reverie, staring dejectedly at the traffic lights in the distance. He felt like a complete failure.

"Three hundred dollars! I've lost three hundred dollars! Damn Bane, he lost!" Dane suddenly cried out in anguish. "Duke, why didn't you try to persuade me? You should have!"

Duke spread his hands, looking completely innocent: "I did try to persuade you, I told you myself: Are you crazy?"

“You should have shouted louder! You should have grabbed my shoulders, shaken me hard, and told me: Don’t bet on Bane, Bane won’t win, save your money to take Lucia to the movies!”

"So when do you plan to ask Lucia out?"

"Don't interrupt! I never want to touch anything related to gambling again in my life, but to be honest, I'm still very curious about something," Dane looked up, "Who exactly is Batman? But now there are two Batmen, so even if the Riddler reveals the answer, it won't matter. So, could there also be two Jokers...?"

His question was interrupted by a sharp horn blare.

A dark green sedan with a modified exhaust pipe came speeding towards them without warning, squeezing them to the other side of the zebra crossing. Duke was about to curse when he saw the driver's side window slowly roll down.

In an instant, a pale face peeked out from the window crack, its face covered with a thick layer of paint that was so thick it was cracking.

The man's hair was dyed a horribly green, and a red scar extended from the corner of his mouth to his ear. When his gaze met Duke's, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

"Sorry, kids, I didn't look at the traffic lights just now. I hope I didn't scare you."

"..."

Then, the countdown timer for the red light facing the car reached zero.

The car sped away.

……

The Penguin was released from prison, and when his henchmen greeted him at the prison gate, he thought he had regained the whole world.

He sat in the leather back seat of the extended Bentley, wiping his ugly face clean with a damp towel, but his mind was much clearer now.

Many people might feel ashamed to go to prison, but he was different. After spending a few days in there, he didn't become decadent; instead, he became even more shameless.

Now that Bane is dead, Black Mask is in jail...

Quack quack quack, Gotham is in chaos, the situation is great!

Now is the perfect time to seize territory.

“Lack, find out immediately how much land has become vacant after Bain’s death. The port in Oldsburg is the first choice, followed by the Coventry metro freight station. I need you to have the list in my hands by the end of this week.”

Lark sat opposite him and handed him a printed sheet of paper without saying a word.

The penguin looked down.

"what is this?"

"A photocopy of the land deed for the Iceberg Nightclub."

Why are you showing me this?

"Boss, while you were away, Iceberg Nightclub has been acquired."

The penguin rubbed his eyes, took the paper, and asked, "Who is this?"

Lark pointed to the bottom of the printed paper, where a signature was written in a flamboyant style, and at the end of the paper it read: "Boss, our gang is thriving! Emperor Penguin."

The penguin's veins bulged on his forehead. "Damn it! Wang Baixi! I'm going to blow him to heaven with explosives! Damn it, why didn't you stop him? This is a hostile takeover."

“I thought your relationship with him was that good, and your family members, including your son, have always thought it was a ‘friendly acquisition,’ since many of our businesses have declined since Bain came along.”

"Wang Baixi, I've done you a great favor! And this is how you treat me!" Penguin said indignantly, clutching the paper tightly, only to find another line of text on the back.

He turned the paper over and silently read:

"Sir, the relationship between people is nothing more than a 'transaction'."

The penguin didn't reply; he stared at the receding neon lights outside the car window, speechless for a moment.

Then he burst into laughter.

That laughter was as awful as could be.

……

Tim Drake spread out a complete set of blueprints for a women's suit on the secondary workbench in the Batcave. The blueprints were printed out at a 1:1 scale and covered the entire surface.

There were several revisions to the design draft, and the cape's shape was changed from the standard Batman style to a lighter, shorter version.

Cassandra stood in front of the workbench, her hands clasped on the edge of the table. She looked slowly, staring at each mark for a long time.

“Cassandra, this is the suit for the new Batgirl, designed with Batman. You know, this name has been shelved for far too long.” Tim pointed to the emblem on the chest of the design. “Now, we all agree: she belongs to you.”

Cassandra suddenly pressed her finger on the bat symbol on the drawing, looked up at Tim, and smiled.

That smile is hard to describe in words.

Dick witnessed this scene as he came down the stairs, and his expression turned somewhat strange. He silently walked behind Tim and hooked his arm around his shoulder.

"Dick?"

“Tim,” Dick pulled him aside and whispered, “Although Cassandra has been a great help to us and I’m happy to have a new friend join us, we don’t know much about her background yet, and we must conduct a formal background check on her.”

“The Angel of Death has already set off to investigate; he’s in Hong Kong right now,” Tim whispered.

Dick looked at Cassandra, who was still examining her battle suit not far away, and said, "Huh? So fast! How come I didn't know!"

Do you even respect me as your older brother anymore?!

"But she hasn't received systematic training yet. She needs time to adapt to the formal tactical system, learn communication protocols, and emergency evacuation procedures... These are things that can't be learned by fighting a few battles."

"Batman will train her."

“Okay, he’s the boss, he calls the shots,” Dick said with a helpless pursed lips. “So where is he now?”

"He is with Wang Baixi."

“Wang Baixi? Oh…” Dick’s shoulders relaxed. “Then where is Wang Baixi?”

Chapter Sixty: Dad Arrives

[Resurrection spell cooldown countdown: 46 hours 50 minutes]

……

Gotham Cemetery.

The smoke of battle from three days ago has long been washed away by the rain, and the whole city seems as if nothing ever happened.

Bruce Wayne stood before his parents' gravestones, his head bowed, a bunch of white cornflowers clutched in his hand. Wang Baixi stood beside him, as quiet as a gravestone, except without his birth and death dates.

After a long while, Wang Baixi finally spoke.

"Do you miss them, Bruce?"

Bruce did not answer him. He gently placed the bouquet in front of the tombstone and brushed a withered leaf off the stone.

Wang Baixi didn't press for an answer; he knew it all too well.

What hasn't the person next to him seen? Whether it's a flying alien or a necromancer who can resurrect the dead!

If one had to say that he would never see his parents again in this life, it would be his parents who have passed away peacefully in their old age. So how could he not miss his parents?

But it's okay, he'll take action!

Counting the days, today is the fourth day since Bruce's resurrection. In the past four days, Wang Baixi's mana has not only been fully restored, but he has also given Bruce and Joshua their first mana infusions.

He still has a full fifty-five points of mana.

Why did five extra points appear out of nowhere? Besides the portion that automatically recovered in the early morning, it was also because he leveled up again the night he defeated Bane.

“I don’t know why, but I suddenly thought of what happened at Black Gate Prison a few days ago,” Wang Baixi said, looking at the row of newly graves in the distance that had just been turned over. “In that explosion, not only prisoners died, but also many prison guards on duty. Life is fragile, but it is also precious, isn’t it? It is worth defending and fighting for by everyone.”

“But no life is more noble than any other.” Bruce’s voice was deep.

After the incident at Blackgate Prison, they sent people to search Gotham thoroughly, even interrogating Little Bird and Zombie several times, but they still couldn't find out the whereabouts of the remaining explosives.

Bruce was somewhat frustrated by this.

“I believe life itself is noble, though it’s hard to say for specific individuals,” Wang Baixi said with a smile. Then he turned around, his back to the tombstone and to Bruce Wayne. “Ahem, that’s enough philosophy for today. Let’s get straight to the point: tell me, do you want to resurrect them?”

He asked casually, as if he were asking his college roommate whether he wanted to eat braised pork knuckle rice or Shaxian snacks later.

"them?"

"Martha and Thomas."

"Weren't you going to help Mr. Freeze's wife first?"

His dear roommate Bruce replied: Let's ask the guy who sells starch sausages if he's out today.

"Come on, there's plenty of time. Your parents' graves aren't moving. I can deal with Nora first, then handle your parents' situation. Come to think of it, if Joshua could reintegrate into the upper echelons of human society, what reason do your parents have not to?" Wang Baixi stroked his chin, thinking. "Of course, I know you have a strong sense of morality; you'll feel that what you're doing is selfish. When Anaki died in front of you, what was the expression on your face…?"

“Alright, Your Majesty,” Bruce interrupted him, then gave a weak smile. “Let me think about it some more.”

Think about it?

That is: Absolutely not!