Nobody can stop me from drawing cards in Gotham!

Chapter 15 Extreme Rescue!

At this very moment, atop the high-rise building.

"A demon...a demon...it's a demon...!"

Otis screamed as he was pressed against the edge of the rooftop.

In his eyes, a huge, twisted, and bizarre figure suddenly appeared in the thick fog that enveloped him and the fake, with two eerie blue flames burning within it, as if a demon from hell was descending to earth through this sudden fog.

The scene itself was frightening enough, but it was accompanied by a distant, indistinct sound:

"Otis Frynigan... Otis Frynigan..."

"Help me, help me, bat!" Otis struggled desperately, trying to grasp the fake's hand. "I don't want to die at the hands of a demon...you can kill me however you want afterward!"

The fake was clearly unprepared for this turn of events. He stared at the shadowy figure with suspicion and uncertainty, intending to slip away while the other's target seemed to be Otis.

But the two dark blue flames turned in his direction the next second.

"Otis Frynigan..."

Despite still repeating Otis's name, the figure ignored Otis and instead began to slowly approach the fake.

"Damn it, weren't you coming for that guy?!"

The fake, of course, had no idea that the messenger had initially come to him by locating Otis Flanigan. He immediately cursed under his breath and decisively let go before the messenger could come up, not forgetting to add a kick that sent Otis flying down the stairs.

At the same time, the counterfeit took a few steps back, intending to leave this place of trouble.

"Otis Frynigan...!" The mist didn't even glance at the falling Otis, and instantly chased after the fake!

"Help...help me!"

On the other side, Otis, who was falling, frantically waved his hands, hoping to grab onto something to stop his fall, but his hands trembled and went limp, scratching at the air in vain, letting everything that might be a lifeline—whether it was a railing, an air conditioner unit, or anything else—leave his fingertips, which could not hold onto anything.

He can't grasp anything, and he can't do anything.

All he could do was watch helplessly as he got closer and closer to the ground—closer and closer to death.

Otis closed his eyes in despair.

...He no longer expected any salvation.

But at that very moment, something unexpected happened!

"...I made it."

A strange young voice suddenly rang in Otis's ears, and at the same time, the weightlessness that symbolized death vanished, replaced by a distinct sense of stillness.

Otis was taken aback, then opened his eyes with a trembling voice.

And the face so close to his was none other than the face he had once adored, and now should have hated with the utmost despise... It was Batman!

"Bat?" Otis was stunned. He found himself being swung through the air by Batman, grabbed by the collar. He could barely control his emotions. "Didn't you want to kill me? Why are you saving me now?!"

"It's simple, because the person who wants to kill you and the person who wants to save you are not the same person."

Batman remained silent, but another voice was explaining on his behalf.

Otis glanced over instinctively and saw that Batman was carrying him with his left hand, and there was another person draped over his shoulder... and the other person's voice sounded familiar, it was the same person who had said "we made it" earlier.

"Forgive my unusual entrance, since his grappling hook isn't fast enough to save you, so I had to bring Batman over by making contact and using the 'door'," the young man said.

Otis didn't understand what he was saying, but he roughly knew that his rescue was inseparable from the help of these two people.

"Well then, Mr. Otis, the situation is urgent, so let's get straight to the point."

The young man quickly added, "Let me put it this way: the one who saved you is the real Batman, while the one you've been helping all along is an imposter... We need you to reveal clues about the imposter's identity or whereabouts, both for Gotham's sake and to avenge yourself."

"Alright, I can't stay here forever—Batman, I'm leaving Mr. Otis to you. I need to go and stop the fake with the messenger." The young man released his grip and fell into the air, his clothes fluttering in the wind. "I'm off!"

The next second, a door appeared out of thin air at the point where the young man fell, engulfed him, and then disappeared.

"This, this is..." Otis stammered. The past minute had been an extremely tumultuous period of emotional ups and downs for him.

Whether it's encountering a demon, being pushed off a building by Batman, thinking he's doomed and about to die, only to be rescued by another Batman and a stranger, and then the stranger leaving in front of him using some rather unscientific methods.

But none of that matters.

Most importantly, obviously—

"You are the real... Bat..." Otis's eyes were red from the night wind. "You are the guy who helped me years ago."

"I don't remember," Batman said at this moment, his voice hoarse and low, processed mechanically, making it difficult to discern the emotions behind it.

Otis paused, then couldn't help but wipe her eyes hard. "It's okay! Um, I mean—uh, you know, Bat, I've always been on your side..."

"I just want to say that knowing you've never betrayed anyone makes me happier than being saved."

"Even so, if the fake is successfully arrested, you will be tried for harboring and aiding and abetting a crime." Batman placed Otis on the fire escape of a nearby building, his lips pressed tightly together. "...But if you turn yourself in and help the police arrest the fake, they will most likely treat you leniently."

"Thanks, bat."

Otis, gripping the iron railing, his legs still trembling from the fall, forced a strained smile: "I will, but not because I want a reduced sentence, but because that damned guy dared to impersonate you and tried to kill me—I'll make him pay!"

"Alright, ask whatever you want." Otis coughed heavily a few more times, his voice weak. "I... know that guy fairly well."