The Magnetic Emperor began leading Gotham toward justice.

"While it might not kill you, it would be easy to make you suffer unbearable pain."

"As always, I'm here to offer peace, and all you need is the most basic acknowledgment, so that your suffering can end..."

"I did what you couldn't do: I kept Gotham City standing while the world fell apart."

"Huh...huh..."

Bruce Wayne was breathing heavily, though his head was now bound, leaving only his body to save his life.

But he still wouldn't approve of someone like Jean Paul.

"And...what about them? Dick...Alfred, and everyone else, what about the pain you caused them?!"

As he spoke, the scene of the original Robin Dick Grayson and Alfred being brutally murdered by the Angel of Death echoed in his mind.

That was the darkest time of his life, second only to the time when his parents died in Crime Alley during his childhood.

In the decades that followed, nothing could have been worse.

Hearing Bruce Wayne's roar, the white wave attached to him also turned its gaze to the Angel of Death in front of him.

He could clearly sense Bruce's intense hatred for the person in front of him.

The darkness that was enough to engulf the entire Gotham City began to intensify after seeing this person.

"This must be the guy who took away Bruce's Gotham..." Bai Lang guessed.

Although he didn't know what had happened in this universe, the fact that the person in front of him could turn Batman Bruce into this state was enough to show that the person in front of him must have done something terrible to Bruce.

"Your ruling principles in Gotham are full of injustice, all of them are compromises..." the Angel of Death said quietly.

“I have never ruled Gotham,” Bruce retorted.

"That's because you're too scared, while I'm unwavering in my actions and decisions. We are the only hope in this remaining world."

“I have always been the Batman this city needs, Bruce. As long as you acknowledge that... we can have peace.”

As he spoke, the Angel of Death turned to look at the sunset not far away. Fiery red clouds hung on the horizon; though beautiful, it was already sunset.

Just like Bruce in front of him, he had become a complete cripple.

“The Batman this city needs is the one most capable of saving her from this crisis,” Bruce said, looking up with difficulty.

"You are fragile and paranoid, clinging to life with more and more venom, but you can't hold on much longer."

He knew very well the condition of the Angel of Death, Jean-Paul; absorbing too much of the venom that Bane had used before was simply not sustainable.

"When the next crisis comes, I think it will devour you, and you will tremble with fear!"

“You will be utterly defeated.” Bruce looked down at the Angel of Death.

"..."

The Angel of Death, who was Batman the Saint, said nothing. After a moment of silence, he turned and left.

"Then let's wait and see. See you next year, kid!"

After saying that, he slammed the door shut.

Bruce Wayne sighed and looked out through the transparent glass window next to him.

Gotham under the setting sun... The city looked beautiful, but he knew that sooner or later, it would be back in his hands.

"How is it?" Bai Lang's voice suddenly rang in his mind.

"Would you like to accept my power? There's no price to pay..."

"No price to pay?" Bruce's eyes narrowed slightly.

He knew that everything in this world had a price tag, and if someone said there was no price to pay, then the price hidden underwater could be fatal!

"You devil, I don't need your power. Gotham will be back in my hands sooner or later."

"Back into your hands?" Bai Lang continued, "Look at yourself now, you're a complete cripple, without any limbs, and you don't even have the ability to take care of yourself."

"How do you become Batman and take back your Gotham?"

"I will. One day I will take back Gotham that belongs to me." A hint of madness flashed in Bruce's eyes.

"Heh... I hope you can keep this up." Bai Lang sneered.

He had already noticed some unusual things happening in Gotham City, and he feared that Bruce would soon be begging for his power like a dog.

As the sun sets, night gradually falls.

Explosions were coming from outside every now and then, keeping Bruce Wayne awake at all.

In reality, with his limbs severed and only his torso kept alive by nutrient solution, and even his brain suspended in the air, he found it very difficult to fall asleep.

Hearing the explosions outside, he felt a faint sense of anticipation, a hope that the Angel of Death would be destroyed.

However, just as he was thinking, a childish voice came from behind him.

"I heard what they did to you, but seeing it with my own eyes still makes me want to vomit..."

Chapter 189 Selling Your Soul to the Devil

"who are you?"

Hearing a stranger's voice, Bruce asked.

Even after being imprisoned here by the Angel of Death for so many years, his vigilance remains as sharp as ever.

The man took off his hat and slowly walked up to Bruce, revealing a dark face.

“My name is Tone. I’m here to save you and to save Gotham from the clutches of the saint, Batman.”

"But we have to act quickly. The troops below are only 50% sure of taking down Saint Batman's cathedral."

Hearing this teenager's delusional idea of ​​overthrowing the reign of the Angels of Death, Bruce Wayne sighed: "They can't do it."

"They can definitely do it." The boy's tone was unusually firm.

"Do you think they can do it?" Bai Lang's voice suddenly rang in Bruce's mind again.

“Of course it’s impossible,” Bruce thought to himself. “I know the Angel of Death better than anyone. How could they possibly overthrow Jean Paul, who has ruled Gotham for thirty years, with just this rabble?”

Bruce's tone was full of dejection, like that of a frail and powerless old man.

In fact, even when he was imprisoned here by the Angel of Death thirty years ago, he never stopped thinking about taking back Gotham City from Jean Paul.

But now he has no hands or feet, he's a complete cripple, so how can he possibly take back Gotham City from the Angel of Death?

"And what about you?" Bai Lang asked abruptly.

"Me? I'm just a cripple, a cripple without even hands or feet," Bruce said self-deprecatingly.

While the two were talking in their minds, Tone walked to Bruce's side and began to remove the devices that were holding him in place.

"How old are you?" Looking at Tone's youthful face, Bruce couldn't help but think of Dick.

That guy was only a teenager when he died, but he later died at the hands of the Angel of Death.

And then there's the Joker, that supervillain, who vanished without a trace thanks to the schemes and power of the Angel of Death.

Bruce felt it was more likely that the Joker had also been killed by the Angel of Death.

But if the other party kills the Joker, they will definitely come to him and show off their power all these years.

“Big enough to get in,” Tone replied as he disassembled it.

Bruce: "......"

Are all kids like this nowadays?

He really doesn't have the time or energy to play these tired jokes with these kids.

"You really think you can save Gotham? You're not the first person to try to save it."

“What makes you think you can save her?” Bruce asked.

Even the Joker and Scarecrow couldn't save Gotham from the Angel of Death.

Can this teenager really do it?

Bruce found it somewhat amusing. When did Gotham need a teenager to save it?

Just as the two were talking, two fully armed Wayne Building security guards, each holding a rifle, rushed up.

"Stop right there!"

"Hands up now! Or we'll shoot."

Hearing the warning sound behind him, Tone paused slightly, then turned to look at the two security guards in front of him.

He pulled his hands back and slowly put on the hood and mask, then asked Bruce beside him, "Have I told you who my father is?"

"Your father?" Bruce was taken aback.

But before he could finish speaking, Tone's body suddenly grew several tens of centimeters, his muscles bulged, and the exposed veins coiled like dragons on his arms, which were as thick as Bruce's.

Almost instantly, Tone transformed into a massive, muscular monster.

"That's much better..."

Feeling the terrifying power surging through his body, Tone didn't hesitate at all, and charged forward like a cannonball.

Da da da!

Bullets kept shooting at him, but they had no effect on Tone. It was as if, under the influence of the venom, Tone had become a terrifying muscle monster.

With a violent whooshing sound as the air was torn apart, Tone suddenly appeared in front of a security guard.

He clenched his fist and exerted force suddenly.

boom!!

The immense force smashed the security guard's body to pieces, splattering flesh and blood everywhere.

In less than two seconds, all the security guards in front of him were taken down by Tone.

The crimson blood stained the ground red, and a pungent, rusty smell filled Bruce's nostrils.

He certainly wouldn't forget why he was the one who turned Jean-Paul into the Angel of Death.

That's right, it's Bain.