Chapter-11 Kneel and Sing (Rewritten)

Observing Barbara deep in thought and asking questions, Stephen couldn't help but laugh. He embraced Harley Quinn beside him and planted a heavy kiss on her pale face. Harley Quinn leaned into Stephen's arms, dazed, while Barbara remained bewildered.

"Is there a problem with asking for the answer?" Barbara inquired.

"What are you laughing at? Give me the answer!" Barbara demanded.

"If you have time, you can ask the Riddler, but he may not be able to guess it since he is LGBT. Or you'll find out once you have a boyfriend," Stephen said, brimming with joy. He extended his hand and continued, "Now, for the second question: out of three hundred and sixty-five days in a year, which day do men fear the most?"

Barbara gazed at Stephen, sensing that his question was not simple, yet this second question seemed ordinary. Which day do men fear the most? She had never even discussed love. The two men she was most familiar with were her father and Batman. How could she possibly know which day men fear the most?

Valentine's Day? Although it requires gifts, men should also enjoy Valentine's Day, right?

Payday? That doesn't seem right. Some people receive more while others receive less, and not everyone gets paid on the same day. These shouldn't be difficult questions, right?

After contemplating earnestly for a while, Barbara couldn't help but give up in frustration. She had always considered herself smart, but now she felt like she was failing.

"The next question is similar. Out of three hundred and sixty-five days in a year, which day do women fear the most?" Stephen prompted.

Women?

Did you just change from being a man to a woman? Barbara didn't understand men, but she knew women very well. Which day do women fear the most? It's definitely the day when relatives visit! Barbara subconsciously wanted to answer, but suddenly hesitated as it felt somewhat embarrassing to share such a personal response.

Observing Stephen's expectant smile, Barbara gritted her teeth and replied, "The day of the menstrual cycle."

"Wrong again!"

"You didn't answer any of the three questions correctly. If we were on a bus, we could be sure it was heading to a kindergarten," Stephen regretfully shook his head.

Barbara grew anxious. "If you ask again, I will definitely answer correctly."

"Good-looking people are easy to find, but interesting people are rare. You're boring, and even if I asked another question, you wouldn't be able to answer. Fortunately for you, I'm in a cheerful mood, and you've helped me pass the time, so I'll give you another chance," Stephen said to Harley Quinn. "I recall you received a camera recently."

Harley Quinn stood up, instantly comprehending his intention.

"What are you planning?" Barbara suspiciously asked. She still remembered what Stephen mentioned before.

Harley Quinn retrieved the camera and returned. Stephen asked her to stand beside him for the shot, then beckoned Barbara with a crooked finger. Barbara hesitated but eventually approached.

Click!

Suddenly, Stephen lifted his foot and kicked Barbara's knee, causing her to involuntarily kneel on the ground with a groan. Just as she was about to speak, Stephen reached out and removed her mask, revealing her exquisite facial features.

"Do you know Chinese?" Stephen asked, smiling and squinting his eyes.

Barbara wanted to angrily rise to her feet, but Stephen made no attempt to stop her. "If you dare to get up, I will personally hand you over to Bane."

Her attempt to stand abruptly halted, and flames seemed to ignite in Barbara's eyes.

"Do you know Chinese?" Stephen disregarded her gaze and repeated his question.

"Yes, a little bit," Barbara gritted her teeth.

"That's good. I'll sing a line, and if you can sing it too, I'll personally defeat Bane for you," Stephen smiled brightly and cleared his throat. "Finally, afterward, you can win the game..."

Barbara furrowed her brow; the bastard sang quite well.

Stephen sang a line, and Barbara repeated it. Although she didn't know much Chinese, it seemed there was nothing amiss. Was it all just for him to sing?

"I've been conquered by you... with no way to retreat..."

"My determination is firm... yet my decision is confused..."

"I've been conquered by you... drinking the poison you concealed..."

As Stephen sang this line, Barbara understood. So, she had been conquered by him? This bastard was doing it on purpose!

"Now, sing," Stephen beamed.

Barbara clenched her teeth and sang, following his lead, and after a few attempts, she could sing it on her own.

"Capture her well. After all, she's the police chief's daughter, Batman's student, Oracle Barbara Gordon making her debut!" Stephen instructed Harley Quinn, purposely adjusting his appearance and posture while motioning for Barbara to begin.

Kneeling and singing, conquest. Although the camera was a bit outdated, Stephen didn't mind. It would be entertaining to look back on when he was bored in the future, right? Succumbing to Stephen's expression, Barbara knelt on the ground and shamefully sang the complete conquest.

After finishing her song, Barbara forcefully reached out to retrieve her mask and put it back on. "You better keep your promise and help me deal with Bane, or I will never let you go."

Stephen disapprovingly took the camera from Harley Quinn and inspected it once more. She had knelt on the ground in her bat costume. Her delicate facial features displayed a blend of shame and resentment, yet she had no choice but to submit. Although it was an a cappella performance, her singing voice was melodious and the words were clearly enunciated.

"Unfortunately, there's no background music," Stephen grumbled with regret as he turned off the camera. "When will you need me?"

"Get prepared. I will notify you," Barbara coldly snorted before rising and striding across the room toward the exit.

For a moment, she struggled to contain her anger.

Click!

Barbara swung open the door, intending to throw a smoke bomb and make her escape using the rope gun, but Stephen abruptly lunged forward. Stephen grabbed the rope gun and attached it to the ceiling, then pressed the button, causing the device to whisk him away.

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Real Author: Marvel King

Translator: Zatch[King]Rex

in my opinion, this chapter wasn't even necessary too much I don't know why the author wrote this, but it's here, so I translated it.