Batman appeared before Two-Face, raising Two-Face's gun to leave only a hole in the ceiling.
"I've dealt with him many times; you are not Batman," Two-Face said with certainty.
"Then you still dare to ignore my warning? Not afraid of Death?"
"If I truly die, it must be the will of fate; I obey fate."
There was no trace of fear in Two-Face's eyes, only endless madness.
Qinuo crushed the gun in Two-Face's hand with one hand, the sound of metal breaking was startling.
He waved to the hostages behind him, and said in a deep voice, "Everyone leave, and close the door tightly."
The hostages felt as if they had received a great pardon, and rushed towards the door with chaotic steps.
"No! He must die, fate has already granted the outcome of Death!" Two-Face shrieked hysterically, pulling out a dagger from behind him and lunging at the Black man in front of him.
Qinuo grabbed him by the back of his collar and pulled him back sharply.
"So you like fate? Then let's play a game: if I win, I leave; if I lose, you let him go."
"Alright." Two-Face agreed without hesitation, directly flipping the coin and catching it.
It was heads.
"I win." Qinuo waved at the Black man, signaling him to leave quickly.
The Black man was tearfully grateful.
"Thank you, Batman."
Then he quickly left, carefully closing the door behind him.
Qinuo took off his helmet, and instantly felt a refreshing sensation on his scalp.
"I used to think Superman had the best temper, no matter how you beat him, he was fine. Now I think Batman has the best temper; he fights wits with a city full of lunatics every day and hasn't killed anyone."
Qinuo was full of emotion.
Two-Face was startled when he saw Qinuo's true face; he was mad, not stupid.
To dare to do this, either he planned to kill everyone, or he didn't care about exposing his true identity.
Two-Face tossed the coin again, caught it, and it was heads. A hint of disappointment and pain flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly submerged by madness.
"What is this for this time?" Qinuo asked curiously.
"My life or Death. What are you going to do? Kill me or send me to Arkham?" Two-Face glared fiercely at Qinuo.
Qinuo looked at Two-Face and suddenly laughed, the laughter echoing in the empty bank hall, carrying an unfathomable meaning.
"Of course, I respect your fate. Since you believe in your fate so much, would you like to play a game?"
"What?" A bottle of transparent liquid appeared in Qinuo's hand, and he threw it at a robber on the ground.
"Bang!" The crisp, piercing sound of glass breaking echoed as the liquid splashed onto the robber's face, and white smoke rose.
"Ah ah ah!" The robber was awakened by intense pain, and his shrill screams echoed throughout the space.
White smoke billowed as his face was continuously corroded, a gruesome sight unbearable to witness.
"Sulfuric acid!" Two-Face was startled; the reason he became Two-Face was because of sulfuric acid.
At this moment, his half-intact face also became distorted with fear, and the nightmarish scene from the past involuntarily surfaced in his mind.
Soon, the robber on the ground fell silent, his vocal cords completely corroded.
He could only thrash on the ground, his body twisted into a grotesque shape, like a trapped beast struggling painfully on the brink of Death.
Qinuo saw that it was almost done, took out a bottle of medicine, popped out the needle, and accurately stuck it into the robber's body like throwing a dart.
As the liquid was injected, red granulation tissue continuously grew on the corroded parts of the robber's body, gradually repairing his body, which had been terribly disfigured by the sulfuric acid.
Two-Face came to the robber's side and stared intently at the continuously healing wounds on his face.
When the scabs fell off the wounds, an intact face was revealed.
Two-Face immediately reached out and vigorously tore at it to confirm that it was real.
"Boss Two-Face, I... Ugh!" The robber was knocked unconscious again before he could finish speaking.
Qinuo pulled out another bottle of medicine, looking at Two-Face with a half-smile.
"How about it, want to play?"
Two-Face looked at the green potion with longing; both personalities at this moment desperately yearned to return to their original appearance.
It was impossible to snatch it; the person in front of him was too strong.
"Play, I'll play anything with you!"
"The coin toss you're best at. I choose heads. You just need to get tails to win. You only have..." Qinuo counted the robbers on the ground.
"...17 chances."
"Alright." Two-Face agreed immediately, went to a table, and began to toss the coin.
First toss, heads.
Two-Face's expression remained unchanged. He took out a robber's pistol, aimed it at his subordinate, and had sixteen more chances.
"Bang!" A robber's head opened up, and blood splattered.
"Continue." Qinuo crossed his arms, his face calm.
Second toss, heads.
"What a pity." Qinuo's tone carried a hint of teasing.
"Bang!" Third toss, heads.
"Still a bit off." Qinuo shook his head slightly.
"Bang!" ...Sixteenth toss, heads.
"Bang!" Only one chance left!
The coin in Two-Face's hand felt more unfamiliar than ever. If someone else had tossed it, he would have suspected foul play, but he had tossed them all himself.
Why? Was his fate truly destined to be this way?
Qinuo found it somewhat amusing. With Magneto's ability, it was impossible for him to ever get tails.
"Dee-doo, dee-doo." The sound of Police sirens could be heard outside. The Police had finally arrived, though usually they weren't this slow. Today, however, there had been an unusually high number of emergency calls.
"You don't have much time left."
"I know." Two-Face trembled as he tossed the coin, and it spun rapidly on the tabletop.
Heads.
"It seems your fate doesn't want you to use this potion. You've run out of chances."
"Bang!" As Qinuo prepared to knock him out, Two-Face shot and killed the last robber, then aimed the gun at himself.
"No! I have one last chance! You must have an agreement with Batman not to kill, or rather, not to kill while using his identity.
So you lured me with the potion, making me kill them. That means you must also want to kill me, so I still have one last chance!" Two-Face shrieked hysterically, his eyes bloodshot, his expression almost maniacal.
The Police outside were already preparing to break down the door, with heavy thuds and shouts echoing one after another.
"Alright, but this time we'll add a rule to the game: if the coin lands on its edge, you get the potion, but you also die. Want to play?" Qinuo made it clear that he had cheated in the coin game.
"Hahaha, of course!" Two-Face laughed madly, his eyes filled with desperate resolve.
Two-Face tossed the last coin, and it landed on the table, spinning continuously. His gaze was fixed on the coin, and time seemed to freeze.
Slowly, the coin's rotation speed became slower and slower, finally coming to a stop.
The coin stood on its edge.
"Your fate has granted you the potion."
Two-Face eagerly took the potion and injected it into himself. Instantly, he felt an unbearable itching sensation on his face.
"This is a bonus." Qinuo placed a mirror down and used a grappling hook to leave through the window in the ceiling.