I became light in American comics

Batman lifted the rope, swung it around a few times, and hurled it with all his might. The grappling hook, propelled by centrifugal force, was launched high towards the edge of the rooftop.

Then he bumped his head against the wall and fell limply like a wilted snake, landing at Batman's feet.

It wasn't thrown up.

Shen You: "."

The worst thing is when the atmosphere suddenly becomes awkward.

Batman silently picked up the grappling hook, put away the rope, swung it around like a windmill, and threw it with great force.

*Thud.* The grappling hook successfully gripped the edge of the rooftop. He tugged at the rope to test it, confirming that the grappling hook had a firm hold.

Then he started using the wall as a foothold, heaving and climbing upwards.

Shen You: "."

They look like they're working really hard.

Indeed. Most comic book readers only remember how Batman leaps across rooftops and kills gods with his mortal body, but many people forget that Batman was also a rookie when he first started out.

Classic Batman films like "Year One" and "Earth One" vividly depict his struggles when he first started out in the industry. These include incidents like falling off rooftops while chasing someone, and his grappling hook gun jamming and getting tangled – all sorts of embarrassing moments from his past.

It's just pretty difficult.

Having finally climbed to the top, Batman stood on the edge of the rooftop. A gust of cold wind blew by, causing his cape to flutter like a flag. A streak of azure lightning descended from the dark night sky, illuminating his imposing figure.

"I am the night, I am revenge, I am Batman!"

The iconic lines etched into their DNA, combined with that perfectly timed thunder and lightning, are breathtakingly cool.

Click.

Shen You captured this photo perfectly and was very satisfied with the angle and lighting.

Years later, when Batman became famous, especially when he scolded the newcomers in the Justice League for "not saying lines and not striking poses," Shen You had a premonition that the value of this embarrassing old photo would skyrocket.

Of course, inexperience could lead to accidents, but even a rookie like Batman is still a veteran. The infiltration went smoothly. Although he wasn't quite at the level of the infamous Dark Knight he would become later in the game, he still managed to slip into Maroney's arena through the ventilation ducts.

Batman entered and landed quietly, lowering his center of gravity and shrinking into his large black cloak, walking on his knees the whole time, just like an old silver coin stealing from the back row in a game.

Shen You, who was watching from the back row with a god-like perspective the whole time, couldn't help but find it hilarious.

People usually only see Batman appearing and disappearing like a ghost in the dark. One by one, criminals are helplessly dragged into the darkness and fall silent, while the remaining people have no choice but to face the darkness surrounding them from all sides and the fear that gradually swells in their hearts.

From the other side's perspective, those two sneak attacks might look really cool, but most people probably don't know how long they have to patiently kneel down to achieve that cool move.

The bat-suit must have caused knee damage very quickly.

Is it always this comical from Superman's perspective?

He sneaked out of a storage room and crept down the corridor toward the banquet hall. From a distance, Shen You saw two henchmen at the corner at the far end of the corridor, smoking and chatting.

“Batman? It can’t be real.” One of the henchmen said confidently, “Let me tell you, my family has been in this city for seven generations, and I’m pretty sure there’s no Batman.”

“Even Donald said he’s seen it,” said Henchman Number Two.

"Oh, Donald? That idiot who talks nonsense? Give me a break." Henchman Number One chuckled. "I've already said it, Batman can't be real. And even if he were, there's nothing to be afraid of."

He can only bully low-level thugs on the street. If he dared to show his face in front of me, hmph, I'd go up there and throw an uppercut like this, followed by a right hook.”

He was so engrossed in his speech that he forgot to watch where he was going, and as he turned the corner, his head bumped into someone.

Hey! Did you even have eyes?

Henchman Number One turned his head and took a closer look.

A large, dark mass with pointed ears and a ferocious face.

The two henchmen suffered sudden cardiac arrest.

Oh my god! Batman!

Of course, he never managed to shout it out.

Before that, Batman had grabbed their heads from both sides and slapped them unconscious on the spot.

Shen You observed this and nodded slightly.

Well, seeing how skillfully even a novice could force someone to commit such a move puts them at ease makes me feel relieved.

Shen You's gaze wandered, continuing to penetrate the layers of barriers to look into the banquet hall.

At that moment, Gotham's elite were enjoying a fine dinner at Maroney's restaurant. Even Jill, the director of the GCPD, was among them.

Everyone knew what kind of person Maroney was, and knew about his dirty dealings. But there was no evidence, and nobody cared. Even the police chief was chatting and laughing with him.

Maronny struck up a conversation with him: "You've been pretty busy these past few days, haven't you, Chief Jill?"

He was clearly referring to Batman.

Jill remained silent, but the mayor spoke up with a smile: "Whoever he is, his actions are indeed effective. Street crime rates are decreasing, and my approval rating is rising."

"Ha, I think you could consider giving him a position, paying him a salary, and letting him keep doing this, so he doesn't suddenly lose interest and quit. What do you say, Jill?"

Commissioner Jill remained silent, her face ashen. Clearly, from her perspective, she disliked Batman.

First, Batman's actions severely hindered some of his shady sources of income. Second, even from an official standpoint, Batman's existence was a slap in the face to the GCPD.

Every time this guy makes an appearance in the newspapers, it's as if he's mercilessly mocking the GCPD as a bunch of lazy, good-for-nothing gluttons who eat donuts all day.

Well, upon reflection, even Jill herself has to admit that it seems to be true. But anyway, it's really infuriating.

"Don't worry, Batman won't be a problem."

Maroni revealed a sinister smile.

"If he just keeps doing what he did before, letting fewer people take to the streets, that's fine too. It's not necessarily a bad thing for the people of Gotham to have a hero; at least it gives them a sense of security. The safer they feel, the fewer questions they'll ask."

After a pause, he changed the subject.

"But what if that guy is foolish enough to dare to mess with us?"

Maroni's vision suddenly went black. Amid gasps from everyone at the table, a cloud of black mist emerged from behind him, vaguely abstracting into a shape resembling a bat.

He gave a cruel smile.

He will know that he is not the only one with tricks up his sleeve.

Chapter 5 is like sunlight piercing through the night.

Snapped.

The restaurant lights went out without warning, leaving the guests momentarily bewildered by the sudden darkness. However, this state of mind didn't last long, because the next moment, the wall facing the corridor was blown apart with a loud bang.

The guests gasped in surprise, and the elegant ladies screamed. A bat-shaped silhouette appeared behind the black smoke, like a demon surveying everyone in the room with a judgmental gaze.

"ladies and gentlemen."

A deep, husky voice, processed by a voice changer, rang out.

"You are feasting on Gotham's wealth, the spirit of this city. But this feast is about to end. Starting from this moment."

He approached slowly, the shadow of the giant bat projected onto the carpet, reflected in the terrified pupils of every member of the upper class, as if branded into their very souls through those eyes.

"None of you are safe."

A grand entrance, a perfect sense of oppression. Despite being a rookie, Batman successfully maximized the "dramatic" effect, deeply implanting fear into the hearts of these Gotham elites.

Or rather, that's how it should be.

But a sinister, grinning voice rang out behind him.

"Oh really? I have my doubts."

Batman turned his head alertly and was shocked to see a twisted black shadow that had appeared in the darkness behind him. A pitch-black object was flung at him, and he had no time to think, only managing to raise his arm to block it.

The next moment, he felt a huge impact that almost dislocated his arm, and then his whole body was sent flying by a terrifying force, flying straight out into the corridor outside the restaurant.

The sheer force was overwhelming, even with the Batsuit cushioning it. Batman half-crouched as he rose, only to see the silhouette of another bat emerge from the darkness.

In the darkness, one could vaguely see short, light gray fur covering tough skin, a sharp beak with sharp, curved teeth, a wingspan of over two meters, and a terrifying and distorted appearance.

Even the guests couldn't help but gasp in surprise, while Maroni laughed maniacally.

"Ha, when I heard that some crazy guy dressed as Batman was going against us, I thought, seriously? A guy in a costume who calls himself 'Batman'?"

Clearly, you haven't witnessed true demonic power, my new ally, a demon from hell!

The bat-shaped demon let out a piercing shriek, and it seemed as if all the glass on the entire floor was resonating in response.

Clearly, this was the first time the novice had encountered such a supernatural situation, and it was somewhat beyond his expectations. But he reacted quickly, raising his hand and sending two batarangs flying.

Batman's self-made batarangs are made of a new alloy material developed internally by Wayne Technologies. They can cut through iron like butter and even penetrate steel plates.

Yet they couldn't leave even a scratch on this twisted monster.

The Bat-Demon roared and pounced. Batman rolled aside, his claws blasting through the wall behind him.

He spun around and delivered a powerful back kick. This leg attack, with its maximum explosive force, is essentially the most powerful strike a human can deliver in any fighting system. With Batman's masterful fighting skills and the limits of human physical endurance, kicking a towering ancient tree in half like in a martial arts movie would be no problem at all.

But the monster remained unmoved, without even a moment's hesitation, and with a backhand swipe, it grabbed Batman by the throat and slammed him against the wall, his back cracking the wall as he crashed through it.

At this stage, even the equipment in Batman's all-purpose belt is basic weaponry designed only for fighting street criminals. There's no advanced technology for god-like battles later on, not even explosive batarangs.

The armor couldn't withstand such monstrous grip strength, and he knew perfectly well that his neck would be crushed to pieces by this monster within a second.

Before that, he threw a smoke bomb at the other person's face.

It was obviously impossible to harm this monster, but the instantly exploding smoke screen did manage to choke it. The demon coughed twice and involuntarily released its grip. Batman took the opportunity to break free and quickly disappeared into the smoke screen.

The demon roared and lashed out with its claws, tearing through the smoke as it angrily chased after the two powerful figures into the kitchen behind the restaurant. The chefs had already slipped out of the kitchen, making room for the two big shots to fight.

The Bat-Demon looked around and quickly located Batman, who was huddled in a corner of the kitchen. The latter was raising another batarang, which flew towards the Bat-Demon with a whooshing sound.

However, he seemed to panic and lost his aim, missing the shot.

The demon grinned, its ugly face displaying a mocking expression, as if laughing at the pathetic human disguised as a bat, unable to be hit even when standing still.

However, when it saw Batman throw a dart and immediately fall to the ground in a bomb-proof stance, it began to realize that something was wrong.

Turning my head again, I saw the microwave oven next to me, which was running at full power and filled with cutlery.

The batarang he just fired didn't miss; he wasn't even aiming at the monster. He already knew the batarang was ineffective against it, and Batman wouldn't make a pointless attempt.

The dart embedded itself in the wall, piercing the natural gas pipeline buried behind it.