Batman's objective was to build his own business empire and then forge a direct partnership with the mysterious organization that controlled the Tesseract, allowing him to gain access to it.
Before that, a lowly agent wasn't worth Batman's time.
While infiltrating S.H.I.E.L.D., Batman focused on hunting for data on any supernatural abilities that might exist in their internal systems, along with any information related to time travel.
He was using a computer from the Manhattan Police Department, so Batman didn't bother masking his IP address. Even if they traced it back and launched a counterattack on this machine, it wouldn't matter.
One minute, two minutes... As Batman scoured the information in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s internal systems, he silently counted the seconds. He knew full well that the person who'd activated the Bat-Signal on the police station rooftop was an agent from this organization, and he'd already obtained all their intel.
Only when Batman estimated that the agent named Phil Coulson might have received the message and was about to return to the police station did he open the window and slip away silently.
Making sure no one was tailing him, Batman used the high maneuverability of his Batarangs to swing between the skyscrapers, heading straight for Queens.
"The bugs I planted in Osborn Manor earlier today have picked up activity. There's the sound of a mechanism activating in Norman Osborn's study..."
"There's a secret room in his study. It's late at night—what could Norman be up to in there at this hour?"
Without the Batmobile, Batman had no choice but to keep swinging between the tall buildings.
As he passed the Queens police station, Batman glanced down and saw that Black Cat was missing from the group he'd tied up and left at the entrance.
Batman had deliberately gone easy on the woman named Ellie back on Roosevelt Island—not out of mercy, but because he needed her to serve as further proof that "Black Cat is a woman, so she wasn't injured by Batman."
He wanted to use this to muddle Kingpin's assessment of Batman and ensure that Black Cat's standing with Kingpin wouldn't suffer.
Whoosh!
A Batarang streaked down from the sky toward the bound "cigarette" dealers from both sides of the transaction, embedding itself firmly in the ground beside them, while Batman's figure had already vanished.
At Osborn Manor, Batman activated the night vision and sonar integrated into his suit's helmet. Combining this with the layout details he'd memorized while touring the manor with Harry Osborn earlier that day, he easily located Norman Osborn's room.
He positioned himself outside Norman's window, pressing against the wall with his hands. The magnetic adhesion in his Bat-gloves, combined with Peter Parker's inherent sticking ability, kept Batman's body perfectly stable.
No sounds came through the listening network, and the sonar confirmed the room was empty.
Batman didn't waste any more time. He pulled lockpicking tools from his utility belt, jimmied the window open from outside, and vaulted inside.
"Little Bat, Little Bat~"
As Batman infiltrated Osborn Manor, Norman Osborn had already suited up and transformed into the Green Goblin. Soaring through the sky on his Goblin Glider, he muttered incessantly:
"You killed Spencer, you ruined Otto's experiment, you activated the Bat-Signal at night... I'm coming for you, Little Bat~"
The Green Goblin's face twisted in madness as he arced through the air on his glider, arriving above the Manhattan Police Department.
The Bat-Signal's beam shot diagonally upward, its bat symbol stark and conspicuous against the clouds in the dark night. The Green Goblin flew into the beam, plummeting toward the light source like a moth to a flame.
"Ehehehe! So it's the police station? Is Little Bat a cop?"
The Green Goblin soared to the rooftop of the Manhattan Police Department, circled the empty roof once, and—finding no sign of Batman—let out a shrill laugh anyway, casually tossing down two pumpkin bombs.
Drip, drip, drip... The pumpkin bombs rolled across the police station rooftop a few times. Amid the dripping sounds, a green light suddenly flared, followed by a brilliant orange-red blaze and scorching waves of heat.
Boom!
On the rooftop, police antennas and radio equipment were twisted and shredded like toys in the pumpkin bombs' explosion. Flying debris and thick smoke startled the residents in the surrounding buildings.
As lights flicked on in nearby apartments, the Green Goblin's maniacal laughter echoed above the police station, spreading farther and farther.
Screech!
Agent Phil Coulson rushed into the police station, discovered that Batman had already left, and could only leave helplessly, driving away.
But the violent explosion and dazzling flames behind him made him slam on the brakes.
"Director." Agent Phil stared intently at the exploding Manhattan Police Department, a flicker of anger in his eyes. "Someone attacked the police station. It's not confirmed yet if it was Batman."
"Rescuing the detained criminals inside the police station is the priority." The director's voice came through the earpiece.
"Yes, Director." Agent Phil sharply turned the steering wheel and floored the accelerator at the same time, whipping the vehicle around and racing back toward the Manhattan Police Department.
"Beep. Identity verified."
Inside Osborn Manor, Batman used the miniature computer on his forearm to crack an encrypted system in Norman Osborn's study.
With a beep, the bookshelf lined with various books on corporate management and finance slowly slid aside, revealing a pitch-black void behind it.
Having entered through Norman's bedroom and confirmed he wasn't home, Batman stepped into the void without hesitation, passed through a dim corridor, and entered a secret room.
The eerie green light made the place feel sinister and terrifying, but Batman had seen far worse. He surveyed the secret room with an expressionless face.
Orange pumpkin bombs, green long knives, gliders like the ones he'd seen at the Osborn Corporation, and various throwing knives, bullets, and miniature missiles.
This was clearly a small armory.
Batman's gaze didn't linger on the weapons; instead, he searched for direct evidence connecting Norman Osborn to the tragedy in the third basement level.
Bit by bit, inch by inch, Batman left no corner unchecked. Finally, in a dimly lit corner, he found a suit with a scuffed hem.
Thanks to the insight and knowledge of the former Gotham billionaire Bruce Wayne, Batman recognized the suit's material—high-grade silk—the instant he picked it up.
"When Black Cat and I investigated the third basement level of the Osborn Corporation, we found a wisp of silk at a damaged workbench. The assessment at the time was that the killer was someone in a high-grade suit who was very familiar with the Osborn Corporation."
"At this point, the killer can largely be pinpointed to Norman Osborn."
Batman held the suit in his hand, suddenly realizing something was off:
"The Spencer family's demise happened at night. If the killer is Norman Osborn, is he out tonight committing another crime?"
Batman was about to leave when the listening network he'd spread throughout Osborn Manor suddenly picked up footsteps approaching the study.
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