"Each of those Titan vials for one person, Harley, lead these people to find Batman. When you see him, just inject them directly. You will defeat Batman."
The Joker personally placed a bomb in the safe, gave cold instructions, and then left.
He had other things to do.
Such as paying a visit to a certain commissioner of the Gotham City Police Department.
If Gordon was injected with an overdose of Titan, mutated and went crazy, causing havoc everywhere, and Batman had no antidote, what would he do to his friend?
The Joker was eagerly anticipating this test of humanity, especially Batman's humanity.
Following Harley's instructions, Hardy led a group of criminals to find Batman. However, after encountering Batman, these criminals, transformed by Titan, were easily subdued by him using his grappling gun.
Bane was a top martial arts master before being injected with Titan, so in a one-on-one situation, his combat skills would have the upper hand against Batman. But these people were different.
Not to mention that after being injected with Titan, their mental state would be greatly affected, leading to decreased rationality and increased aggression.
Hardy, of course, did not go to find Batman.
Before the battle began, he used a substitution jutsu he had learned at a ninja school.
In the chaos of the fight, no one noticed the disappearance of the substitution.
As for Hardy himself...
"This body has too little chakra."
In the corridors of Arkham, Hardy stood among the bodies of guards and criminals, adjusted his pants, and inserted the vial of Titan into the bulletproof vest.
Then, Hardy threw the stripped guard into the innermost room of the restroom and splashed cold water on his face.
The guard woke up groggily, only to find his eyes blindfolded with a black cloth and his body restrained, unable to move.
"Name."
A strange voice sounded.
"Who are you? What are you doing?"
The guard did not answer but instead asked.
*Click!*
"Ah!"
"Now, you have nine fingers left."
"Edward Swith!"
*Click!*
"Wrong answer, now you have eight fingers, don't try to play tricks."
Hardy looked at the ID card in his left hand coldly.
"Milovan Tore."
"Very good."
Hardy continued to ask many questions.
Thanks to scoring full marks in the interrogation course at the ninja school, he quickly extracted the information he wanted to know.
"Very good."
Hardy knocked out the person with a punch, then formed hand seals.
Hare—Horse—Boar.
Transformation Jutsu!
With a bang, white smoke emerged, and Hardy instantly became identical to the guard at his feet.
After observing for a while, Hardy confidently walked out.
As for the guard, he would remain unconscious in the innermost locked restroom for twenty-four hours.
Next stop, the control room of Arkham Asylum!
The entire Arkham had been sealed off due to the orders given by the Joker to Harley Quinn. To unlock it, one naturally had to go to the control room.
Just now, Hardy roughly figured out the layout of Arkham and its key locations from that guard.
At this moment, the whole Arkham was in chaos.
On his way to the control room, Hardy was attacked several times by criminals, as he was now disguised as an Arkham guard and was alone.
"This is getting troublesome."
Hardy frowned, looking at the narrow path ahead.
The corridor outside the control room was currently in intense gunfire.
The guards wanted to retake control of the room, and Harley Quinn naturally had many criminals guarding outside.
Therefore, bullets were flying in the corridor, and blood was flowing.
It was not easy to survive a gunshot, especially at close range.
Even a small-caliber pistol could be deadly at close range, and if Hardy took a hit, he would be done for.
"That one over there! What are you waiting for! Come and help!"
Behind the makeshift defense fortification made of sandbags, it seemed to be the captain of the guards who noticed Hardy and waved to him.
"Milos! What are you doing here!"
Some guards who recognized the original owner of the identity also greeted him.
Hardy did not speak, just crouched and moved to the back of the sandbag wall, raised his gun, and fired a few shots at random.
The more one spoke, the easier it was to reveal flaws, so it was better to keep quiet.
Seeing this, the others did not say anything and returned to the fight.
The battle was intense, which disappointed Hardy.
If the guards could win, they would definitely charge in and control the situation.
As one's own wish.
If those criminals won, Kiyomizu could still revert back to his original identity and sneak into the control room, just as easily.
But the current situation was the last thing Kiyomizu wanted to see.
However, he couldn't kill his way through here.
If it were his true form, he could try, but this incarnation had only recently refined its chakra, and in terms of quality and quantity, it was not much, not even up to the standards of a lower-level ninja academy student.
This was mainly because Kiyomizu's own spiritual quality was higher, and this body belonged to a healthy adult.
But that was all.
Restricted by the body, the limit of taijutsu was also locked, and he didn't have puppets or any other ninja tools he was familiar with. With just this gun, he had only figured out how to use it on the way here, at most slightly better than average due to his previous practice with ninja tools throwing and shooting.
What should he do next?
With such a small amount of chakra in this body, he couldn't maintain the transformation jutsu for twenty-four hours, and sooner or later, he would be recognized.
Just as Kiyomizu was at a loss, two bat-shaped darts flew in from a distance, curved in mid-air, and finally pinned to the wall behind the group of criminals.
"Boom!"
Fire and thick smoke emerged, followed by several round balls rolling to the ground.
"Bang!"
A thick smoke bomb exploded, and a young man in black combat gear, wearing a mask and wielding two short sticks, leaped out from the ventilation duct behind, rushing into the thick smoke.
"Let's go!"
Seeing Nightwing coming to the rescue, the morale of the guards immediately soared.
As a superhero, a top-notch martial arts master and the successor of Batman, Nightwing's combat power far exceeded these guards with the help of various bat technologies.
In less than ten minutes, those criminals were lying on the ground, handcuffed.
Good, the second step of the plan was successfully completed.
Inside the Arkham control room, looking at Harley Quinn tied to a chair by Nightwing himself, with her mouth gagged, Kiyomizu made an excuse to go out for patrol and reconnaissance, temporarily leaving the Arkham control room.
Next, it was time for the third step of the plan.