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

Batman holds the Galaxy Spark in his hand.

At the other end of the square, the clown stood atop a lamppost, looking down at the dark spark that exuded a repressive aura.

The two men faced off across the entire square.

The sound of rain hitting the stone bricks was amplified on the broadcast system and could be heard throughout Gotham.

Li Ang pulled up a chair and sat down, then pulled out a bucket of popcorn from under the counter.

"The show is about to begin."

……

The rain is getting heavier.

A thin layer of water had accumulated on Gotham City Hall Plaza, and every drop of rain splashed up tiny ripples.

Batman stood at the top of the steps, his cape soaked by the rain, hanging down behind him and no longer fluttering.

He stared at the green-haired figure atop the lamppost at the other end of the square.

"Jack, don't you think this is ridiculous?"

Batman spoke, his voice deep and rough, muffled by the mask.

"Calling me by my name? Little bat, are you trying to be friendly?"

The clown tucked the Dark Spark behind his waist, leaned forward, braced his hands on the lamppost's crossbar, and tilted his head to one side.

"The prisoners of Arkham, you've all become toys."

Batman neither denied nor admitted it.

"right."

"The drug dealers and gunmen of the East District have all become toys."

"right."

"The remaining power of the Falcone family has all been turned into toys."

"All correct." The clown jumped down from the lamppost, splashing water onto his trousers, but he didn't seem to care.

"If you keep reading, I suspect you're doing my year-end summary for me."

He stepped through the puddles and walked step by step toward the center of the square.

"Jack, listen to what you're saying."

Batman also came down the steps.

"Eternal Paradise? A world without pain?"

"You turn people into tiny plastic dolls, forgotten by others..."

"Wait, then tell me."

The clown stood in the middle of the square, rainwater streaming down his green hair and soaking his oversized purple suit.

He raised his hand and pointed to the dark city behind the city hall.

"How many children are beaten in Crime Alley every night?"

"How many women are dragged into gang-run casinos every month and never come out?"

"It's recorded on the computer in your manor, isn't it? But to you, it's just cold, hard numbers."

The clown stretched out his right hand, fingers spread wide.

Five years.

"You've been Batman for five years, and the crime rate has dropped? Gotham has become a better place?"

He slowly clenched his fist.

"You break their legs, and the next day they're still selling heroin with their legs in casts."

"You lock them in Arkham, and a week later they crawl out of the sewers."

"Your method... won't work."

Batman paused for a moment.

"So your solution is to turn everyone into toys?"

"The prisoners will become toys; they will listen to me, never hurt anyone, and will even be happy to help others."

The clown spread his arms wide, envisioning the future in his mind.

"No death, no bloodshed, not even the need for prisons."

"Isn't this the result you've always wanted?"

"They're still alive, Jack," Batman said in a low voice.

"I'm trapped in a fist-sized shell, fully conscious but unable to move..."

"This is not justice, this is torture."

"Torture?"

The clown laughed.

It wasn't a loud, maniacal laugh; it was a very soft, very quiet sound.

"When my mom and dad had guns pointed at their heads, who talked to her about justice?"

Where were the Gotham police when my fiancée was lying in a pool of blood?

Splash!

The only response to the clown was the sound of rain.

Wanda and Pietro exchanged a glance.

The brother and sister grew up in Sokovia, and they were all too familiar with the days when bombs were going off overhead.

"He's not entirely wrong," Wanda said in a low voice.

"But the approach is wrong," Steve added.

"No one can define right or wrong; we just have different perspectives."

Li Ang chewed on popcorn without looking up.

On the screen, Batman remained silent for a long time.

"I can't save everyone."

His voice was very low, almost drowned out by the sound of the rain.

"But I'm trying to save everyone."

"Effort?" The Joker's tone rose slightly. "You've been trying for five years, and Gotham is still the same mess."

"And I silenced the entire East End in just one night."

"There were no gunshots, no screams, no cries."

"It's so quiet."

That kind of silence is called fear.

Batman raised his hand, the silver bat washing over his palm in the rain.

"You think you're saving the city? You've just moved the prison from Arkham into your pocket."

"And you are the only guard."

"What will happen to all those toys if you fall ill one day?"

"Forever trapped in that shell?"

"Or was it picked up by someone and placed on the shelf as a souvenir?"

The clown lowered his hand, frowned, and thought for two seconds.

"Then don't let me fall."

He reached behind his waist and grasped the short black stick.

Batman clenched his fingers, and silver sparks hummed in his palm.

"You won't listen," Batman said.

"You won't stop either," the clown replied.

The two moved at the same time.

The clown raised the Dark Spark high, and a purplish-black energy pillar shot into the sky from the top of the short stick, tearing through the clouds.

Batman pressed the Galaxy Spark to his chest, and golden-blue light burst forth from the gap.

Two contrasting beams of light simultaneously burst forth in the rainy night of Gotham.

A dark aura.

A beam of light.

At the moment they met in the gray sky, the shockwave shattered all the glass windows within a radius of two hundred meters.

A colossal, purplish-black shadow took shape first.

Fifty-three meters.

The silhouette of Dark Lugiel emerged from the rain, its jet-black carapace devouring all the surrounding light, its eyes burning with dark red flames.

With each step, the asphalt road beneath their feet cracked and collapsed as if they were crushing a biscuit.

A golden-blue beam of light exploded immediately afterward.

Ultraman Ginga.

The same fifty-meter-tall body rose from the ground in the torrential rain, the crystal lamp on its chest flashing a steady blue light, and its silver body gleaming coldly in the lightning.

The two giants faced each other across three streets.

Then they collided.

boom!!!

Dark Lugiel's right fist slammed into Ultraman Ginga's arm guard, and the shockwave sliced ​​the entire twenty-story office building behind him in two.

The upper part tilted and crashed into the river, creating a water column more than ten meters high.

Ultraman Ginga sidestepped and elbowed Lugiel in the abdomen, sending the Dark Giant flying four or five hundred meters away. Its back crushed a row of low buildings, sending bricks and stones flying everywhere.

Lugiel steadied himself and opened his mouth to spew out a beam of purplish-black dark energy.

Ultraman Ginga crossed his arms, his energy shield expanding, and he withstood the attack.

The two energies collided in the sky above Gotham, and the aftershocks blew away all the streetlights, utility poles, and GG signs within a one-kilometer radius.

The gashapon shop's screen flickered with static for a few seconds due to the electromagnetic interference of the shockwave, before returning to normal.