Jin thought about what had just happened. The successful sign-in with Deathstroke had been triggered when he greeted the man with a punch. In other words, the system seemed to require direct physical contact.
"Wait."
Jin suddenly stopped Bruce, who was about to leave while carrying the unconscious Black Mask and Penguin.
"What is it?" Bruce turned back in confusion.
Before Bruce could react, Jin walked toward him and snatched the two villains from his hands.
"Thump! Thump!"
Jin punched Black Mask and Penguin in the face once each.
However, the expected system notification did not appear.
It seemed that if he wanted to sign in on someone, the physical contact had to be aggressive—and the other party also had to be conscious.
Bruce, who had just witnessed the entire scene, was filled with question marks.
"What are you doing?" he asked. "Do you have some kind of grudge against them?"
"No."
Jin looked at Bruce thoughtfully for a moment.
He even briefly considered punching Bruce as well.
But after thinking about it, he gave up the idea. After all, there had to be a proper reason to hit someone—especially when that person was a childhood friend.
Jin simply smiled and patted Bruce on the shoulder.
If you ever go dark in the future… I won't hesitate to punch you twice.
Even Batman, the world's greatest detective, couldn't understand Jin's strange behavior.
---
Afterward, Jin returned to his apartment with the briefcase full of dollars.
He took out a black card from the system space and examined it repeatedly.
It looked completely ordinary—just a black card with no special markings.
"Why didn't the system tell me how to use this?"
Normally, systems were supposed to come with instructions.
"My turn! Draw!"
Jin imitated the exaggerated card-drawing pose of a duelist and shouted dramatically.
However, the black card in his hand showed no reaction.
Jin scratched his head.
"Damn… does this mean I have to throw it or something?"
After saying that, he casually tossed the card onto the ground.
Suddenly, something magical happened.
The card began emitting a bright white light.
"Holy crap… it actually worked."
The light quickly filled the entire room. The brightness forced Jin to raise his arm and cover his eyes.
A few seconds later, the light faded.
When Jin lowered his arm, he saw a tall and beautiful woman standing in front of him.
She had a graceful figure and lilac-colored skin. She wore a tight combat suit identical to the one from the original game.
In her hands was an energy rifle capable of switching between sniper mode and automatic fire—Black Lily's Kiss.
Jin was stunned.
He hadn't expected that the random character card would summon a character from the game Overwatch.
Black Lily casually placed her rifle on the sofa before sitting down on Jin's bed and crossing her long, elegant legs.
She looked around the room with obvious displeasure.
"This place looks like a pigsty," she said coldly. "Boss, how can you live in a place like this?"
Jin ignored her sharp tongue and asked the question he cared about the most.
"Black Lily… do you remember your memories from your original world?"
"Original world?"
Black Lily tilted her head slightly.
Then she stepped closer and gently straightened Jin's collar.
Leaning near his ear, she spoke in a soft and charming voice.
"I only remember one thing."
"I am your most loyal subordinate… the most obedient and capable subordinate of my boss."
Jin nodded thoughtfully.
It seemed the system had handled things very thoroughly.
Either the characters' memories had been erased and replaced, or the system had created completely new versions of them with the same appearance and abilities.
Jin suspected the second possibility was more likely.
But none of that mattered now.
Because Black Lily had already begun touching his shoulders.
"What are you doing?"
"Boss, your body is tense," she replied calmly. "You just went through a battle. Your loyal subordinate is here to give you a full-body massage."
---
Three days later.
Night fell over Gotham City.
In a dark underground location, several figures gathered around a square table.
At the center sat the Joker, grinning widely.
Around him were several allies he had carefully assembled.
"Welcome, my friends, to my—"
Before he could finish, someone interrupted him.
"Cut the nonsense, Joker."
The speaker was Scarecrow, who had recently escaped from Arkham Asylum.
"We're all here because of Batman. Not to listen to your insane rambling."
The others did not argue.
In fact, they silently agreed.
Their goal was simple: capture Batman—the man who had sent them to Arkham countless times.
"Hahaha! You're absolutely right, Jonathan."
Joker showed no anger. Instead, his smile became even more twisted.
"Starting tonight… we're going to begin a wonderful new game."
He leaned forward slightly.
"Are you ready to surprise our dear Bat?"
"Let's give this city the ultimate baptism of chaos!"
On Joker's left sat Scarecrow, Shauna Belzer (the third-generation Ventriloquist), and Bane.
On his right were Killer Moth, Firefly, and Deadshot.
It was practically a gathering of Batman's Arkham rogues gallery.
And tonight—
They were preparing to launch a massive wave of crime across Gotham.