Outside Gotham's Second Bank.
A cold wind howled down the street. The lights at the bank's entrance were particularly dim, making the surrounding shadows appear even deeper.
Suddenly, a black armored car sped up, then screeched to a halt, the piercing friction sound breaking the night's silence.
The car door was violently pushed open, and a group of robbers wearing black hoods and carrying heavy weapons emerged in single file, led by Two-Face.
His characteristic half-disfigured face looked especially grotesque under the lights, while his other intact half was filled with madness and greed.
The robbers quickly rushed into the bank, the main door was roughly forced open, and an alarm instantly blared throughout the building.
Customers and staff screamed in terror, scattering in all directions, only to be cornered by the robbers at gunpoint.
"Everyone be honest! Anyone who moves will be shot dead!"
A robber roared, waving a submachine gun in his hand, his eyes revealing a fierce gleam.
The bank lobby was in chaos, documents and banknotes scattered everywhere, as the robbers frantically smashed open counters and stuffed bundles of cash into their bags.
Their figures intertwined under the lights, like demons from hell, plunging the once peaceful bank into endless fear.
"Let me see how fate decides."
Two-Face maniacally tossed a coin with one side showing a complete head and the other a scratched head.
His twisted face appeared particularly grotesque in the dim light, his eyes revealing madness and ruthlessness.
The good side means only robbing money and not killing people.
The bad side means killing everyone and then robbing the money.
The hostages also nervously watched the coin falling through the air, their breathing seemingly halted, their eyes fixed on the coin, their hearts filled with fear and despair.
They also knew Two-Face's style; this coin would decide their life or death, and everyone's heart rate accelerated sharply, as if they could hear the drum-like sound.
Two-Face caught the coin, slapped it onto the back of his hand, and slowly raised his hand to show the upward-facing side to everyone.
It was the scratched side.
"Your fate has abandoned you."
Two-Face said coldly, without a trace of emotion in his voice, his single eye revealing a cruel gleam.
He put away the coin, a grotesque smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
"Kill them."
These three words, like a judgment from hell, instantly plunged everyone present into an ice cellar.
The surrounding robbers unhesitatingly aimed their guns at the hostages, their fingers already on the triggers.
"Wait, this isn't fair, one coin decides everyone's life and death."
A black man with a child stepped forward, his voice trembling but firm.
He had heard Two-Face's story, and saying this might give them a fifty percent chance of survival.
"Hahaha, fair? Yes, it's certainly not fair."
Two-Face laughed wildly as he approached the black man, his grotesque and terrifying face so close, exuding a chilling aura that brought him immense fear.
The black man's legs turned to jelly, but he still tightly shielded his child behind him.
"Fair! This is the only law, the law of averages, the great equalizer! So I give all of you a fair chance, one chance each!"
Two-Face shrieked hysterically, his voice echoing in the empty bank lobby, making it even more eerie.
Two-Face's subordinates also had no objections; they were also people dissatisfied with this city, and as long as they could retaliate against the city and its people, they were willing to follow any insane act.
Even if it attracted the Police's encirclement, they didn't care.
Their eyes were filled with hatred and twisted pleasure, as if they could not wait to see the bloody scene that was about to unfold.
"The first one will be your son."
Two-Face violently snatched the black man's child, and the child cried out in terror.
"Nonono, I brought it up, let me go first, please."
The black man was full of despair, pleading bitterly.
"Dad..."
The child's terrified cries were heartbreaking.
"Tell your child it will be fine, leave everything to fate."
Two-Face mercilessly tossed the coin, which spun in the air, glinting with a cold light.
The black man froze in place, his eyes fixed on the coin, not daring to move, fearing he might disrupt the coin's outcome.
Bang!
Two-Face caught the coin and opened his hand to look.
It was the head side.
"You are very lucky, child."
Two-Face released his hand, and a robber dragged the child and threw him out of the bank.
"Phew..."
The black man sighed in relief, but the next second, a gun was aimed at him.
"You're hoping that winged Avenger will save you from evil, aren't you, my friend?"
Two-Face's grotesque face leaned close to the black man, his eyes full of mockery and Banter.
"Yes, Batman, Gotham's Dark Knight, he saved me once, and he will this time too."
The black man's voice trembled slightly, but his eyes showed determination; his idea was to stall for time.
"Maybe, maybe not. We could say we have two thoughts on this matter.
Are you a gambler? Let's flip a coin to decide. Let me see what fate has in store for you."
Two-Face tossed the coin again.
But this time, while it was in mid-air...
The window shattered, glass shards flying everywhere.
Several smoke bombs dropped at everyone's feet, instantly releasing thick smoke that quickly spread.
The hall immediately descended into chaos, the robbers panicked by the sudden turn of events, cursing loudly.
"It's Batman, he really came."
"Where is he!"
"Watch out for him from the corner..."
Before the robber could finish his sentence, Batman charged straight at him.
The robbers were all bewildered by Batman's undisguised entrance.
What was the point of throwing smoke bombs?
"Shoot!" Someone shouted.
Bang bang bang.
Numerous bullets flew towards Batman.
Batman initially dodged left and right, displaying agile and nimble movements, but then he stopped dodging completely, sparks flying from his body, as if entering an uninhabited land, knocking people out one by one.
His movements were swift and sharp, each strike accurately hitting the robbers' vital points, instantly incapacitating them.
In just a moment, all the robbers lay sprawled on the ground, unconscious.
Controlling the force between blowing up and hurting is also a technical skill.
"Two-Face, surrender!"
Batman's hoarse voice rang out, like a judgment from the depths of darkness.
Two-Face, however, ignored Batman's warning, only looking at the coin in his hand.
The scratched side.
He then looked at the black man in front of him and said, "Your luck is a bit worse than your son's."
With that, he aimed the gun at the black man's head and pulled the trigger.
Bang!
The black man's legs gave out, and he sat on the ground, looking at Batman standing in front of him.