He was selling gashapon toys in Marvel Studios, and at the beginning, Tony turned into Kuuga.

"Jack Napier".

Batman's voice came through the voice changer as he strode across the shattered glass, his black cape billowing wildly in the wind.

His eyes gleamed with a chilling light as they locked onto Jack's face, which was painted with a blood-red smile.

The entire room fell silent.

The gangsters who were just moments ago so arrogant and domineering were now trembling with fear.

A person's name, a tree's shadow.

In Gotham's underworld, this black bat is the ultimate nightmare for all criminals.

Cobbler was so frightened that he scrambled to hide behind a rusty metal barrel.

He covered his head with his hands, trembling.

"I know what a tragedy you went through tonight," Batman said in a deep voice.

He stopped ten steps away from Jack, his gaze sweeping over the strange plastic dolls on the ground.

"But this is absolutely no excuse for your wanton destruction."

"And that's no excuse for you to associate with the Falcone family's gang."

Batman raised his heavily armored arm, and the launcher on his wrist aimed directly at Jack.

"Surrender and accept trial under the law of the court."

Jack's exaggerated gesture of spreading his arms stopped in mid-air.

He tilted his head, sizing up the fully armed superhero in front of him.

"A tragedy?" Jack exaggeratedly covered his mouth, his shoulders trembling violently.

"Hahaha! You call that a tragedy?"

He abruptly lowered his hand, his smile turning extremely sinister.

"My mother had a huge hole punched in her chest! My fiancée and father lay dead in blood, their eyes wide open in disbelief!"

"You call this a tragedy? This is clearly a wonderful comedy!"

Jack pointed at the four policeman dolls on the ground and laughed so hard he almost fell over.

"Look! Even the Gotham police find it funny!"

"They were laughing so hard they couldn't even speak!"

Batman did not respond.

He was used to the madmen of Gotham City, and he knew that trying to reason with a madman was the most foolish thing to do.

Whoosh!

A rope with high-strength alloy barbs shot out from Batman's wrist, heading straight for Jack's torso.

The speed was extremely fast.

Jack had never received any combat training and had a gunshot wound to his right leg; he absolutely couldn't dodge this attack.

Just as the rope was about to bind Jack...

Jack didn't even dodge; he simply grabbed a terrified gangster next to him and used him as a shield.

boom!

The alloy rope entangled the unfortunate thug, and the pull dragged him to the ground.

"Oops, you missed, you big bat."

Jack, hiding behind the thugs, poked half his head out and waved excitedly.

"One more time! This time I promise I won't dodge!"

The miniature computer beneath Batman's mask is running at full speed.

The tactical goggles scanned the four police dolls on the ground, and then the two nutcrackers not far away.

The data stream was frantically scrolling across the white lens.

No vital signs.

Material composition analysis indicates it is purely plastic and wood.

But this is absolutely contrary to the laws of physics.

The tactical AI quickly retrieved the remaining surveillance footage and provided a final assessment report.

[Target Ability Assessment: Conceptual-level matter conversion.]

[Trigger condition: Preliminary assessment indicates physical contact.]

[Danger Level: Extremely Lethal.]

Batman immediately cut the command to retract the rope.

We absolutely must not engage in close combat with this madman.

If he touches you even once, you'll turn into one of those laughable plastic toys on the ground.

Batman reached into his all-purpose belt and pulled out three black spheres, slamming them heavily to his feet.

Bang bang bang!

Thick white smoke exploded, and a pungent chemical smell permeated the entire ground floor of the factory.

The smoke completely obscured everyone's vision.

"Cough cough cough!" Cobblestone covered his nose and coughed wildly, desperately trying to squeeze into a corner.

The remaining gang thugs were in a state of chaos, blindly aiming their guns in all directions.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!

Five or six sharp bat darts flew out of the smoke in succession.

Instead of attacking Jack directly, they cut several load-bearing iron chains above Jack's head.

Boom!

The rusty iron pipe crashed down, completely blocking Jack's escape route to the gate.

"Wow! A magic show!"

Jack shouted excitedly through the smoke, completely unconcerned that his escape route was blocked.

He just limped away, his posture was extremely comical.

But the fervor on his face grew stronger and stronger.

"Come and catch me! You flying mouse!"

As Jack climbed up, he casually touched the stair railing.

Several gangsters who tried to stop him were instantly reduced to a puff of white smoke the moment he touched them with his fingertips.

In the blink of an eye, several wind-up monkeys and tin frogs appeared on the stairs.

Jack grabbed a wind-up monkey and casually threw it into the smoke below.

"Catch this little gift! Big bat!"

Batman used his grappling hook to leap into the air and swing onto the catwalk in mid-air.

He looked down at Jack, who was running wildly up the stairs.

Batman threw several more batarangs, which hit the metal plate at Jack's feet with pinpoint accuracy.

Sparks flew, forcing Jack to constantly change course.

The catwalk at the chemical plant was extremely narrow, and the guardrails on both sides were rusted through.

Below is a huge reaction pool filled with churning green chemical waste.

The pungent, acidic fumes made it impossible to open one's eyes.

Jack climbed up the top catwalk, panting heavily.

Excessive blood loss left him deathly pale.

The image, paired with the smiling face drawn in blood, was incredibly horrifying.

Whoosh!

The last batarang grazed Jack's ankle and embedded itself in the metal plate.

Jack was forced to stop and turn around.

Batman's towering figure blocked the other end of Catwalk, his black cape almost blending into the darkness.

"The game is over, Napier," Batman said in a deep voice.

"You have nowhere to run."

Below is a bottomless pool of waste liquid, and in front of it stands Batman in full armor.

Jack glanced at the churning green waste at his feet, then at Batman, who was closing in.

Instead of being afraid, he burst into another fit of hysterical laughter.

"Game over? No, no, no!"

Jack shook his fingers vigorously.

"The climax has only just begun!"

Jack spread his arms wide, letting the downpour pour in through the broken skylight, soaking his tattered shirt.

"Are you saying I'm doing this to cause widespread destruction?"

"Are you saying I'm trying to justify my atrocities?"

Jack took a sudden step forward, veins bulging on the back of his hand, gripping the rusty railing tightly.

"Then let me ask you, Great Dark Knight!"

"Where were you when I was framed by Falcone's men and wanted by both the police and the authorities?!"

Where were you when my mother was struck through the heart by a stray bullet and collapsed in a pool of blood, begging me for help?!

Jack's voice was extremely hoarse, filled with a resentment that could tear the soul apart.

Batman paused, a flicker of emotion crossing his eyes beneath his mask.

"I can't be everywhere at once," Batman replied. "And that's no excuse for your depravity."

"Degeneration?"

Jack laughed wildly and retorted, tearing open his shirt to reveal the various scars on his body.

"I worked as an engineer dutifully for five years!"

"I pay my taxes on time every day, and I smile at every passerby!"

"And the result?"

Jack pointed to his nose and laughed until tears streamed down his face.

"The result was that my entire family was wiped out!"

"You think you've saved Gotham by beating up a few idiots who steal wallets in those dark alleys every night?"

"Stop joking!"

Jack pounded on the railing, making a deafening noise.

"Falcone bribed the police! He bribed the judges! Gotham is rotten to the core!"

"Your so-called justice is always too late!"

"Justice delayed is a complete joke!"

Batman raises the gel bomb launcher, preparing to forcibly seal off Jack's space of action.

"You're sick, Napier. You need treatment."

"No, I've never been this clear-headed before."

"Only I can bring peace and joy to Gotham!"

Jack loosened his grip on the railing and took a step back, his heel dangling over the edge of the catwalk.

Gravel mixed with rust fell into the green waste pool below, where it was instantly corroded and began to bubble white.

Copeport peered out from below and screamed in terror at what he saw.

"He's gone mad! He's going to jump!"

"Napier! Don't do anything stupid!" Batman charged forward, wielding his grappling hook.

"I've seen through this rotten city."

Jack watched the grappling hook hurtle towards him, his face showing a mixture of madness and relief.

"Since justice is a joke."

Jack spread his arms, lost his balance, and fell straight backward.

"Then I'll be the straight man in this joke!"

"Hahahahahahaha!"