"Harley, each of them gets one bottle of Titan venom. You lead them to Batman. Just inject him as soon as you see him. You'll beat Batman, I promise."
Joker personally placed a bomb into the safe, gave his cold instructions, then turned and left.
He had other things to do.
Like, for instance, the commissioner of the Gotham City Police Department.
If Gordon were injected with an overdose of Titan venom, mutated, went insane, and caused widespread destruction, and Batman had no antidote, what would he do to his own friend?
Joker was quite looking forward to this game, which tested humanity, especially Batman's humanity.
Qingshui followed the group of criminals, guided by Harley's voice, to find Batman. After encountering him, these criminals, who had transformed into Titans, only managed to put Batman in a somewhat disheveled state before he hog-tied them in a row with his grappling gun.
Before injecting himself with Titan venom, Bane was a top martial arts master among humans, so in a one-on-one fight, his Taijutsu could gain an advantage over Batman. These criminals, however, were not.
Not to mention, after injecting Titan venom, one's mental state would be severely affected, with reduced rationality and extreme frenzy.
Qingshui, of course, did not go looking for Batman.
Before the fight began, he replaced himself with a Clone Jutsu he had learned at the Ninja Academy.
The battle was chaotic, and no one noticed the clone's disappearance.
As for Qingshui himself.
"This body still has too little Chakra."
In the prison corridor of Arkham Asylum, Qingshui stood amidst the bodies of fallen guards and criminals, adjusted his pants, and then tucked the bottle of Titan venom inside his bulletproof vest.
Next, Qingshui tossed the stripped guard into the innermost stall of the bathroom and splashed a basin of cold water on his face.
The guard groggily woke up, only to find his eyes covered with a black cloth and his body bound, unable to move.
"Name."
An unfamiliar voice rang out.
"Who are you? What are you doing?"
The guard didn't answer, but instead retorted.
*"CRACK!"*
*"AH—!"*
"Now, you have nine fingers left."
"Edward Sweet!"
*"CRACK!"*
"Wrong answer. Now it's eight fingers. Don't try to play smart."
Qingshui looked at the ID card in his left hand and spoke indifferently.
"Milovan Torre."
"Very good."
Qingshui continued to ask many more questions.
Thanks to having aced the interrogation course at the Ninja Academy, he quickly extracted the information he wanted.
"Very good."
Qingshui punched the man unconscious, then formed hand seals.
Ram—Rat—Boar.
Transformation Jutsu!
With a bang, a puff of white smoke appeared, and Qingshui instantly looked exactly like the guard lying at his feet.
Qingshui surveyed himself for a moment, then confidently walked out.
As for the guard, he would remain safely unconscious in the innermost, locked bathroom stall for twenty-four hours.
Next stop, the Arkham Asylum control room!
The entire Arkham Asylum had already been locked down due to Joker's orders to Harley Quinn. To unlock it, one naturally had to go to the control room.
Just now, Qingshui had roughly figured out Arkham's layout and important locations from that guard.
At this moment, the entire Arkham Asylum was in chaos.
On his way to the control room, Qingshui encountered attacks from criminals multiple times, because his current identity was an Arkham guard, and a lone one at that.
"This is a bit troublesome."
Qingshui frowned, looking at the path ahead.
The corridor outside the control room was currently in the midst of an intense firefight.
The guards wanted to retake the control room, and Harley Quinn naturally had a large number of criminals guarding the outside.
Therefore, bullets were flying and blood was splattered all over this corridor.
Getting hit by a bullet wasn't easy to survive, especially at close range.
Even small-caliber handguns are terrifyingly lethal at close range; if Qingshui took a bullet, he'd be finished.
"Hey, you over there! What are you standing around for? Come help!"
From behind the makeshift sandbag fortifications, someone who seemed to be the captain of the guards spotted Qingshui and waved him over.
"Milovan! What are you doing here!"
Some guards who recognized the original identity of the body Qingshui was inhabiting also called out.
Qingshui didn't speak. He simply crouched low and moved behind the sandbag wall, then raised his gun and fired a few random shots.
The more I say, the easier it is to expose myself. Best to keep quiet.
Seeing this, the people next to him didn't say anything either and rejoined the fight.
The battle was fiercely contested, which greatly disappointed Qingshui.
If the guards won, they would definitely rush in to secure the control room, which was exactly what he wanted.
If the criminals won, Qingshui could revert to his original identity and blend in, also allowing him to access the control room.
The current situation, however, was the one Qingshui least wanted to see.
But he couldn't just fight his way through here.
If it were his true body, he could try, but this Avatar had only recently begun refining Chakra. The quality and quantity of its Chakra weren't substantial, not even meeting Genin standards. It was probably only at the level of a senior Ninja Academy student.
This was already thanks to Qingshui's higher mental quality and the fact that this body was a healthy adult.
But that was all.
Limited by the body, the upper limit of its Taijutsu performance was also restricted. Moreover, he didn't have any ninja tools he was familiar with, like puppets. As for this gun, he'd only just figured out how to use it on the way here. At most, it was slightly more accurate because he'd practiced throwing ninja tools before.
So, what now?
With the meager amount of Chakra in this body, it wouldn't be able to maintain the Transformation Jutsu for twenty-four hours. He'd be recognized sooner or later.
Just as Qingshui was at a loss, two Batarangs flew from a distance, arcing through the air before embedding themselves in the wall behind the group of criminals.
*"Boom!"*
Flames and thick smoke erupted, followed by several spherical objects rolling onto the ground.
*"Bang!"*
Dense smoke exploded outwards. A young man dressed in a black battle suit, wearing a mask, and wielding two short staffs leaped out of a ventilation duct behind them and charged into the smoke.
"We're following him!"
Seeing Nightwing arrive as reinforcements, the guards' morale instantly soared.
As a superhero, a top Taijutsu master, and Batman's successor, Nightwing's combat power, aided by various Batman technologies, far exceeded that of these guards.
In less than ten minutes, the criminals were all lying on the ground, handcuffed.
Good, the second step of the plan is complete.
Inside the Arkham Asylum control room, watching Harley Quinn, who Nightwing had personally tied to a chair with her mouth gagged with a cloth, Qingshui used the excuse of patrolling and scouting to temporarily leave the Arkham control room.
Next, it was time for the third step of the plan.
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