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

Swish!

Batman did not hesitate at all.

Black combat boots slammed against the metal plate, and the tall body unleashed its maximum speed.

He lunged towards the edge of the catwalk, with most of his body sticking out of the railing.

Snapped!

The black, heavy-duty gloves gripped Jack's thin, bony wrist tightly.

Jack's body paused, hovering in mid-air.

The intense downward pull caused Batman's arm muscles to swell, and a piercing metallic scraping sound came from the seams of his armor.

"Hold on tight!" Batman shouted in a deep voice.

He used his arm muscles to try to forcefully pull Jack onto the catwalk.

Jack was suspended in mid-air, the acidic gas rising from beneath his feet stinging his eyes.

Instead of panicking, he looked up at the bat-shaped hood that was so close to him.

Why did you save me?

Jack tilted his head, his voice hoarse and full of mockery.

"Come up here! Face the judgment of the law!"

Batman exerted force again, pulling Jack upwards slightly.

Jack suddenly burst into laughter, the sound echoing loudly and jarringly in the empty factory.

"Law? Hahahaha!"

Jack raised his free left hand and slammed it heavily on the back of Batman's hand.

"That's just a childish game for hypocrites like you!"

"Don't ruin my farewell performance."

Jack used his blood-stained left hand to grab Batman's little finger and forcefully pry it outwards.

"Napier! Stop!"

Batman was filled with shock and rage, his arm veins bulging as he gripped the object tightly.

Jack ignored him completely; his bloodshot smile was distorted drastically from the exertion.

The first finger was forcibly pried open.

"You can't save me, big bat."

Jack continued picking at his ring finger.

"You can't even save yourself; all you can do is wear this ridiculous bodysuit every night and play role-playing games!"

The second finger broke free from the armor's lock.

Batman's breathing became rapid, and he tried to grab Jack's collar with his other hand, but the distance was not enough.

Jack stared intently into Batman's eyes, his gaze filled with madness and mockery.

"Gotham doesn't need heroes, Gotham only needs a ruler who can control everything!"

The third finger was violently pried open.

Jack's wrist had already slipped to the edge of Batman's fingertips.

"Go and carry out your justice; I'm going to find my happiness."

Jack exerted a sudden burst of strength and broke free from the restraint of the last two fingers.

Losing its grip, Jack's gaunt body plummeted straight into the abyss.

"No!"

Batman roared and reached out to grab it, but only managed to grab a handful of murky poison gas.

Pfft!

A huge burst of green water erupted.

Jack was completely submerged in the churning chemical waste.

His body was engulfed by a highly concentrated acidic liquid.

Batman braced his hands on the edge of the catwalk, looking down at the bubbling pool of waste liquid below, his chest heaving violently.

Just then, a series of extremely chaotic footsteps came from below.

Kobot led a large force of heavily armed men into the ground floor factory.

"There it is! That monster in the black cloak is up there!"

Cobblestone screamed at the top of his lungs, his black umbrella pointing directly at the catwalk in mid-air.

Dozens of fully armed gangsters simultaneously raised their weapons.

Submachine guns, shotguns, and assault rifles were all loaded.

"Fire! Turn him into a sieve!" Cobblestone roared furiously.

Da da da da!

Countless tongues of fire spewed wildly in the darkness.

A dense barrage of bullets formed a deadly fire net, hurtling straight towards the catwalk in mid-air.

The steel railing was riddled with holes, and sparks flew everywhere.

Batman was forced to roll and dodge, large-caliber bullets whizzing past his cape and tearing the fabric.

He glanced at the waste pool below, but there were no signs of life.

If an ordinary person fell into a pool of chemicals of that concentration, they would be reduced to nothing within seconds, not even bones.

The firepower was too intense, and the catwalk's load-bearing structure was about to collapse.

Batman decisively raised his arm and fired the grappling hook at the steel beams on the factory roof.

The rope tightened, and the black figure soared into the air, shattering the remaining skylight glass before disappearing completely into the stormy night sky.

The gunfire gradually subsided.

The ground floor factory was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder.

Cobbler limped to the edge of the waste pool and peered down.

The green liquid bubbled and emitted deadly poisonous fumes.

"Boss, did that madman fall in?" one of the thugs asked, still shaken.

Copeport's expression was unpredictable.

He watched Jack turn living people into plastic toys with his own eyes, and that power made him drool.

But now, this monster who could help him rule Gotham's underworld has actually committed suicide by jumping into a chemical vat.

"What a complete idiot!" Cobblestone kicked the metal bucket on the ground in a fit of rage.

"What a waste of such a terrifying ability!"

Cobb turned around and looked at the mess on the ground and the police dolls standing there, motionless.

"Pack up these toys and take them with you," Cobblestone ordered.

Although Jack is dead, these toys are excellent props to prove his strength.

If Falcone saw these, he would be terrified.

"I can do the Penguin Gang's plan myself!"

Cobblestone straightened his disheveled tuxedo, his eyes gleaming with ambition.

……

at the same time.

Beyond the central courtyard, deep within the clouds above Gotham City.

Li Ang sat on a throne formed from the void, holding a glass of iced cola that was emitting cold air.

A huge holographic projection screen was floating in front of him, displaying the waste liquid pool of the Gotham Chemical Plant.

"Tsk tsk tsk, what a wonderful farewell performance." Li Ang took a sip of cola, a pleasant smile appearing on his face.

"A mortal body, willingly embracing destruction."

Li Ang's slender fingers tapped lightly on the armrest of the seat.

"While the Hobby Fruit granted him conceptual-level power of rules, it did not enhance his physical defenses."

"Logically speaking, he should have been corrupted into a pile of mud by now."

An intense fervor and anticipation flashed in Li Ang's eyes.

"But, judging from most Jokers' experiences, jumping into the waste liquid pool is just the beginning for the Joker, isn't it?"

"Gotham's evil flower is about to bloom in its most magnificent glory."

Li Ang waved his hand, and the holographic screen zoomed in, locking onto the churning green water.

"Gotham's revelry is only just beginning."

……

The bottom floor of a chemical plant.

Cobbard's men were frantically loading the weapons and money onto the truck.

"Hurry up! The Falcone men could be here at any moment!" Cobblestone urged loudly.

Just then, a strange change occurred on the surface of the waste liquid pool.

The green liquid, which had been bubbling sporadically, suddenly began to boil violently.

Glug glug!

Large swathes of thick, murky bubbles rolled up from the bottom of the pool, bursting one after another and emitting an extremely pungent stench.

"Boss, what's going on with this pool?"

One of the thugs stopped what he was doing and pointed at the water in confusion.

Copeport turned his head, his face instantly turning deathly pale.

"Forget about all that nonsense! Pack your things and get out of here!"

A strong sense of crisis inexplicably rose in Copport's heart.

He always felt that some extremely terrifying monster was lurking beneath the green pool water.

Just as Copport turned to leave.

Whoosh!

One hand broke through the water's surface and clung tightly to the rusted sheet metal at the edge of the waste liquid pool!

The entire room fell silent.

Copeport froze on the spot, his legs trembling uncontrollably.

All the thugs raised their guns, the dark muzzles all aimed at that hand.

Those are not hands that a human should have.

His skin was deathly pale, devoid of any color.

The nails were an eerie purplish-black color, sharp and twisted.

The veins on the back of his hand bulged high, gripping the sheet metal tightly, producing a sickening metallic scraping sound.

"Hehehe... Hehehe... Hahahaha!"

The laughter rose from a low pitch, gradually becoming sharp and piercing, carrying an indescribable madness and brutality.

Immediately afterwards, a large area of ​​the water surface broke open.

A head slowly rose from the green poisonous fog.

A pale face and messy green hair.

The most terrifying thing was the smile on that face.

The smiling face, originally smeared with blood, has been completely integrated into the flesh under the corrosive effects of the strong acid and the reshaping power of the fruit.

His lips stretched into an exaggerated arc, revealing his gleaming white teeth.

The scarlet lips and pale skin created a striking visual contrast.

He opened his eyes, the whites of his eyes bloodshot, his pupils flashing with pure chaos and evil.

Good evening, viewers.

"Your favorite ace is back!"