It doesn't matter who said it, just know that this sentence was about Batman.

The current Batman has been reborn, no longer the Bruce Wayne who burned the League of Shadows. Entering the inhuman realm, his fighting power is extremely strong, and the shadow warriors can't resist it at all. Every punch and kick is the extreme of speed and power. There are no extra attack skills. Batman crushes the whole field with his physical fitness alone.

Batman did not dodge or evade the flashing swords and sabers. He relied on the indestructible toughness of his light armor and charged forward with his Overlord Step, causing broken bones and screams wherever he passed. Five or six swords stabbed or chopped at him, and he could not even stop for a moment.

This was not a fight, this was one-sided violence, just one man against a hundred.

Duka seemed to be suffering from Alzheimer's disease, with crooked eyes and drooling mouth, he looked stupidly at Batman who completed 1VS100 without blushing or breathing, and won the battle to achieve the achievement of the devil.

MMP, is this really Gotham? How did a useless disciple like you become so awesome? Is it true that tights can make people stronger?

Also, where did you buy your belt? It’s so chic!

"Dean, recently I have trouble finding the vein when giving patients infusions. Can you help me think of a solution?" Quinzel half-closed her eyes and her pink tongue gently swept across her red lips.

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The crisp sound of high heels tapping on the ground came from behind. Duka turned his stiff head and saw Quinzel walking towards him with a smile on his face.

Duka stood up, dusted off his body, blew a breath on his palm, and combed his hair back meticulously. After tidying up his appearance, he nodded to Duke and turned to walk out of the office.

What do you mean, my personality is not positive, optimistic, or progressive? MMP, if I can beat you, I will definitely blow your gold-rimmed glasses apart! Duke walked around twice more, and then simulated a group of personality data and pressed it on Duka's forehead, removed the rope that tied Duka, and waited for him to change his mind.

"Don't worry, I'm a professional in implanting personalities. Master Ninja will definitely impress you! Although those three guys are not very reliable, they all have a common shining point in their personalities. I removed the unstable gay and lolita attributes and integrated them into a new personality that is full of love for the world!"

"Relax, Bruce, I no longer have any intention of destroying Gotham." Duka patted Batman on the shoulder: "You are right, this city is still worth saving, and my mission is to save it."

Duke picked up a comb and trimmed his hair, making his forehead very shiny. Then he dipped some water and rubbed it on his eyebrows, trying to make his brow peaks more sharp.

Two days later, several high-ranking officials and family heads of Gotham City disappeared. Mayor Cardew immediately held a press conference, strongly condemning the criminals for their lawlessness and promising the citizens that the Gotham government's next focus would shift to cracking down on criminal forces and ensuring that the people have a clear world.

There are wolves in front and tigers behind. Duka felt cold in his heart, and he couldn't say MMP in his chest. It was like when the soap fell to the ground while taking a bath in the bathhouse, and then a group of gays surrounded him. If Duka knew that a guy with white powder on his face was hiding in the bushes outside the courtyard wall, he must have felt even colder.

"Okay, Dean Du, what are you going to do with the Ninja Master?"

Duke didn't care about it. He was busy tinkering with something new. On his desk were two newspapers from the Metropolis next door. Two people were printed on the black and white pages of the newspapers. One was a flying red shorts, and the other was a well-known entrepreneur in Metropolis - Luther! Quinzel stood in front of Duke with a mirror in both hands, looking at his boss with a worried look. He didn't know what was wrong with him. He had been fixing his hair since morning and had used up half a bottle of hairspray.

Dean's Office! Duka was tied up with his hands and feet behind his back, hanging face down in the air. Because of this position, he had to raise his head with great effort every time he spoke. Batman stood silently in the corner, while Quinzel sat in the boss chair, looking forward to how her boss would deal with Duka. Based on her understanding of Duke, the next step would definitely be personality implantation, and then Duka would turn over a new leaf and become a new person.

"That's right, you don't know me. If you do know me, I promise to kill you right away."

Duke was full of confidence, but Batman became more and more frightened the more he listened, so he turned and rushed out the door, wanting to confirm Duke's current situation.

"Dean, you are so bad!"

"Dean Du, whose personality did you implant?" Batman asked impatiently after coming to his senses.

"You're talking nonsense again. How can the dean's deeds be called bad?"

Duke circled around Duka, thinking about what kind of personality to implant in him. Batman's personality would not work. The master and the Joker were in love, and if a third party came in, there was no guarantee of what would happen. Besides, Duka was the master's teacher, and teacher-student relations were forbidden.

Duke said as his body shape gradually changed, and he eventually became a dwarf less than 1.7 meters tall. His muscles were bulging under his dark blue long-sleeved tights, and he wore white gloves, boots, and a small vest. His arrogant face said "Try to look at me again", and he really deserved a beating.

After saying this, Duka walked around the confused Batman and strode out of the hospital. His back was so tall and mighty, and even shone with a faint golden light.

"But why do I have a feeling that these people are all scammers?" Batman couldn't help but complain.

"What are you going to do with the Ninja Master?" Batman was a little worried, because Duka's conspiracy did not succeed and Gotham was not harmed, so he did not hate Duka so much.

"Just like the Joker, implant a new personality, but this time it has to be positive, optimistic, and inspiring, so you can't use your personality!" Duke said as he pondered.

Da! Da! Da——

Bang!

"Naruto Uzumaki, Kiritsugu Emiya, Zheng Zha!" Duke replied. "What, who are they?" Batman said that he had never heard of any of the people Duke was talking about.

It is said that someone attempted to assassinate him that night, but he was saved by the bodyguards around Mayor Cardu. Mayor Cardu said that he was a generous person, and although he was shot hundreds of times and suffered comminuted fractures all over his body, he would not hold the assassination against him.

A twisted long sword was thrown at Duka's feet. Batman achieved his 100 kills. He raised his hips and looked at him silently without saying a word.

There was no one in the office again. Quinzel stepped on her high heels and gently closed the door, locking it as she turned around.

"Harin, what do you think of my new hairstyle?" Duke looked in the mirror and nodded with satisfaction. His long black hair stood up in the sky, so hard that it could kill people.

"Not very good, lame. Also, why did your hair become so thick overnight?" Quinzel rolled his eyes.

"I lost, kill me!" Duka said bitterly. He did not try to resist because he knew that resistance would only make the other party happier.

"Mr. Batman, please call me Dean Du!" Duke reminded. He liked this title, which fulfilled his obsession before traveling through time.

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Duke said sternly, "It's outrageous. As a doctor, you don't even have solid basic skills. Without further ado, for the sake of the patient, I, the dean, will teach you how to give an injection today!"

"Master Ninja, where are you going?" Batman flashed and blocked Duka's path.

"This move is called Life Return! Harin, there's one more thing, my hair is not the only thing that can grow vigorously!" Duke said with a wink, and was once again met with a roll of the eyes.

The next day, Gotham City was shaken up. The former mayor was dismissed for corruption, and a new mayor, Cardulihen, was parachuted in! New officials have three fires when they take office, and this is no exception in the United States. Mayor Cardulihen took drastic measures just after taking office, and dealt with several troublemakers who pretended to obey but actually disobeyed, removed their positions, and supported his own people against all odds.

The shadow warriors evacuated along with their leader and soon disappeared into the night.

Batman: “…”

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"BOSS, what are you doing?" Quinzel asked speechlessly, looking at Duke, who was half a head shorter than him.

"You don't understand. I need to do a complete set of performances. In addition to the combat power detector, I also need a cannon fodder bald man and two flying machines. But it's not a big problem. I can DIY. Anyway, I still have plenty of time."

Duke clenched his fists, a wicked smile appeared on the corners of his mouth, and he shouted arrogantly: "Except Kakarot, no one can stop me!"

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