Ra's Al Ghul might be in Gotham!

In the room, another person with blue headgear concealing his face sat with a reserved and shy posture, holding a cup of hot coffee. He seemed a bit embarrassed about intruding on someone else's home and repeatedly apologized to the butler, Alfred.

'Who is the other person? Someone else with special abilities like him?'

With suspicions in mind, Batman quietly returned to his room and changed into his usual attire before appearing at the entrance of the second-floor reception room.

Since witnessing the destructive power emitted by David's energy glow during the day, Batman no longer believed that David had hidden some technological means on him.

If technology had advanced to this level, Wayne Enterprises would have become obsolete long ago.

"Master."

Entering the room and nodding at Alfred, Bruce was about to speak but hesitated, wanting to verify if the other person had truly known and confirmed his identity.

"Your actions are too slow."

David stood up, furrowing his brows. He had already noticed Batman's spying from outside the window but didn't reveal it.

After all, he had already invaded the other person's home, and dragging him in from the window would be impolite.

"Mr. Bruce Wayne, can you tell me where the Lazarus Pit is?"

"What Lazarus Pit?"

Bruce frowned, as he had never heard of this name before.

"Where is the headquarters of the League of Assassins you trained in the Middle East?"

Seeing Bruce's genuine confusion, David quickly changed the subject. Perhaps Batman didn't know about the Lazarus Pit yet, but that was all right since it was located at the League's headquarters.

"Trained? League of Assassins?"

Bruce's expression changed slightly.

He had indeed been trained in a place, but it wasn't an assassin league.

"I have only heard of the League of Shadows."

Sensing David's odd mood, who was now showing impatience, Bruce glanced at Alfred and replied tentatively.

"League of Shadows? Where did you receive the Ra's Al Ghul's training?"

It wasn't the assassin league, but the term sounded somewhat familiar to David.

Ra's al Ghul, the leader of the League of Assassins, also known as the Demon's Head and the founder of the league, had discovered the Lazarus Pit in the Middle East. He had gained immortality by immersing himself in its waters and had been alive for over seven hundred years. Accumulating vast wealth, he established organizations similar to the League of Assassins around the world with the goal of purifying the human world.

The so-called League of Shadows was likely a similar organization established by him elsewhere.

Clark looked at David, then back at Bruce Wayne, puzzled by all the information— League of Assassins, Ra's al Ghul, League of Shadows—it was all a confusing series of events.

How did his brother know about all this? But now wasn't the time to ask more questions.

"Please, Mr. Wayne, this is crucial for us," Seeing Clark's slightly anxious and sincere request and hearing the name of Ra's Al Ghul, Bruce's eyes twitched slightly, and his gaze shifted between Clark and David.

'Us? This young man wearing a blue hood, blue jeans, and a brown jacket seems to come from a humble background, judging from the fabric of his clothes. There's a faint smell of hay on him, perhaps he's from a farming family? But his tone seems to be on par with David's status.

Could he also possess some kind of formidable power?'

...

In the cold and damp port of Gotham, waves crashed against the rocks like shattered snow.

A tall and muscled figure slowly descended from a freighter, a middle-aged man with a neatly trimmed beard and steel needle-like short hair. His eyes exuded vigor and vitality, and he wore an expensive handmade suit.

He seemed like a ruler who had lived through countless ages, with an air of wisdom and experience, as if nothing in the world could surprise or shock him.

Behind him followed dozens of masked warriors dressed like samurai, each one a trained killing machine, silent and menacing.

Everyone respectfully bowed their heads, but their eyes gleamed with fervor, as if on a pilgrimage.

A machine weighing several tons was brought down from the ship, which was the same war machine that Wayne Enterprises had lost.

"Let's go, let us destroy it, and purify another sore on this world."

Surveying the corrupt and decadent Gotham, Ra's Al Ghul's face turned cold as he waved his hand, giving the order.

"Just like Rome and London once fell under our hands."

...

"In a border region of an ancient eastern country, there are snowy mountains and monks." (T/N: This is probably the Himalayas)

The thought flickered subtly in Bruce's mind as he answered.

Somehow, David seemed to understand him very well, even knowing things he himself wasn't aware of. At a time when a tiger was eager to obtain something, Bruce felt it best to avoid provoking him for now.

"Where exactly?" David already knew where that place was and was ready to head there with Clark.

"If you're looking for Ra's al Ghul... I accidentally killed him there."

A trace of reminiscence passed through Bruce's eyes.

Although that bald monk-like man was highly skilled, Bruce couldn't gain the upper hand against him. But when the man forced him to lead the League of Shadows to destroy Gotham, Bruce ignited a fire that triggered an explosion, burying the man in the flames.

The only one who survived was his martial arts mentor and friend, whom he had saved.

"It's impossible for Ra's al Ghul to die. He has the Lazarus Pit. You just need to tell me the location of that base."

Ra's al Ghul was one of Batman's main villains, and he couldn't have died at the hands of Bruce Wayne before he returned to Gotham, David thought without a doubt.

Even if he had died, his zealous followers would have thrown his body into the Lazarus Pit to resurrect him.

"If he's not dead..."

Actually, Bruce had suspected this in the past few days, and now an idea struck him. "Then maybe he's already in Gotham!"

Two days ago, he learned that Wayne Enterprises had lost a microwave emitter capable of evaporating water sources for warfare, and he considered investigating it. However, those people disappeared into the vast sea after stealing the desired weapons.

But today, he discovered that someone was putting an unknown substance into the city's water supply pipes.

"It's hard not to make a connection between these two events."

Bruce recounted his findings. If the League of Shadows was still active, he couldn't possibly defeat so many well-trained warriors alone. Last time, he had some luck on his side, but now the group seemed to have a well-planned evil scheme.

He couldn't risk Gotham's safety based solely on his own confidence; he needed a contingency plan.

This time, perhaps he could rely on forces outside Gotham as insurance to save the city.

"The League of Shadows once wanted to destroy Gotham; they must not have given up on that plan."

That substance must be some poison that becomes effective when evaporated, and the League of Shadows must have planned to use it to destroy Gotham.

"They might even launch the plan at any moment. Maybe tomorrow, or even in the next second."

Bruce's face darkened.

"In Gotham?" David raised an eyebrow and reminded, looking at Clark.

He had thought that the clues might break here, with Batman, who unexpectedly knew so little. But now, it was all connected, and there was no need to wander around the Middle East cluelessly.

"As long as we find Ra's al Ghul, we'll find the Lazarus Pit."

"But how do I find him?"

Everything seemed clearer again, and Clark's eyes brightened. He wanted to ask if there was a portrait of this ninja master.

"This old guy, who's lived for hundreds of years, he wouldn't bother to hide himself when he's about to launch his plan to destroy Gotham. He must have a group of samurais or ninjas by his side."

"Hundreds of years?" Bruce's eyelids twitched. It seemed this young man really knew more about Ra's al Ghul and the League of Shadows than he did. If someone had told him about someone living for hundreds of years before, he wouldn't have believed it. But after witnessing the power displayed by this young man before him...

'It doesn't seem too exaggerated for someone to live for hundreds of years.'

"Samurais, Ninjas? I understand."

Without asking how his little brother knew all this, Clark memorized the information and immediately set off, leaving behind a gust of wind as he disappeared from sight.

"Where did he go?"

As the figure disappeared before his eyes, the world seemed to skip a frame, and Bruce's gaze sharpened.

"He went to search the city and find Ra's al Ghul."

David narrowed his eyes and looked outside.

It was only around nine o'clock. There was still time; as long as they found Ra's al Ghul and forced him to reveal the exact location of the Lazarus Pit, the next step would be to take the spring water.

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