Chapter-10 Medical questions? (Rewritten)

Stephen grasped Harley Quinn's shoulder and observed Barbara's eyes ignite with anger. He scolded himself silently and chuckled under his breath.

"Why are you laughing?" Barbara demanded.

"After taking advantage of her, you'll deny any connection and claim you have nothing to do with her. You're a despicable scoundrel, the lowest of the low!" Barbara scolded furiously, clearly annoyed by Stephen's response.

"Call me whatever names you want, it doesn't affect me. But what does this have to do with you?" Stephen narrowed his eyes and smiled at Barbara. "Why am I laughing? It's because you're not embarrassed for her sake, but rather angry because I might abandon you after I'm done having my fun. However, I can't recall when I had a relationship with you or ever abandoned you, although I won't say no to that!"

"I will never have a relationship with you, you bastard!" Barbara shouted.

Stephen shrugged disapprovingly. "So, did you come to me for help in saving Gotham or just to scold me?"

"..."

Barbara's anger dissipated instantly, but she reluctantly said, "Don't be proud. I don't need you to save Gotham; I can do it on my own."

"Oh, really?" Stephen extended his hand towards Barbara confidently. "Last time you approached me in that pathetic manner, you only wanted my help in saving Gotham from Bane or finding the injured Batman. However, your plan didn't go as expected. By the way, don't throw any smoke bombs when you leave. It's a waste of resources."

Barbara, concealed by her bat mask, couldn't help but show surprise on her face.

Not only did she have to endure Stephen's mockery, but she was also shocked by his knowledge of Batman's disability.

Batman is injured?

How does he know?

"You could have simply shown up, but instead, you chose to run around rooftops and dark corners, pretending to be mysterious. That's Batman's habit, and it seems to be yours too. So, after many days, you're here, not hesitating to reveal your identity to me or let the people of Gotham find out. Why? Either you're absolutely sure that you don't care about keeping the enemy on guard, or you have no choice but to seek my help."

"Since Batman's injury shouldn't have healed by now, you've come to me again, and there's only one option left."

"Based on the situation, you're not confident in saving Gotham at all, so you've come to me seeking help!"

Stephen looked at Barbara and chuckled. "So, instead of trying to convince me, shouldn't you be begging me for assistance on your knees with your head bowed? Who gave you the audacity to yell at me, Liang Jingru?" (Liang Jingru is a singer known for inspiring people with her singing)

Harley Quinn asked curiously, "Who is Liang Jingru?"

"She's a singer who can inspire others through her songs!" Stephen replied casually.

Is there such a person? Harley Quinn nodded in surprise and stopped questioning.

Barbara was speechless. She didn't expect Stephen to analyze the situation so thoroughly. After their last "encounter," Barbara hadn't mentioned Stephen to her father, Gordon, because she felt somewhat embarrassed. However, as time passed, Gotham's situation worsened, and Barbara had no choice but to discuss Stephen when her father decided to gather all forces for action.

Naturally, Gordon had heard about Stephen's accurate marksmanship and how he dominated the land he lived on. He also understood his daughter's strength, considering she had trained in martial arts with Batman for many years. Gordon believed that Stephen was superior to his own daughter. Naturally, he became interested. The more super-powered individuals in Gotham, the better, and the more heroes, the better. That's why Barbara sought out Stephen.

Before coming, Barbara had repeatedly warned herself not to get angry, to endure for the sake of saving the city and its people. But she didn't expect to lose her temper upon seeing Stephen.

"UGH…"

Barbara took a deep breath and faced Stephen. "As long as you're willing to help us save Gotham, I'm willing to apologize to you."

"It's truly shameless of you to act like a righteous hero sacrificing for the city!" Stephen couldn't help but applaud. "If I hadn't agreed to help you, would you still apologize? If I assist you, will I be scolded for nothing?"

Barbara wanted to defend herself, but Stephen interrupted her with a wave of his hand. "Don't rush to explain. Your apology means nothing to me. Want my help? Yes, then answer one of my questions."

"Okay, ask away," Barbara said solemnly.

Stephen smirked. "So, let's say my little brother suddenly develops a high fever and his body becomes stiff. I don't know what to do, so I shake his body vigorously, thinking I must support him. Then he starts convulsing and vomiting. After helping him clean up the vomit, he becomes sluggish, weak, and curls up like a ball. I'd like to ask, what illness is this?" (He said it, he said it. It's a dirty joke, guys. The author made a dirty joke.)

What's this? A medical question?

Barbara considered various possibilities but never expected Stephen to ask a medical problem. A persistent high fever, body stiffness, fainting after vomiting—could it be a cold or heatstroke? Or was there some kind of mockery hidden in the question? Barbara carefully pondered the question but found no flaw. After a moment of hesitation, she replied, "If I guess correctly, will you help us save Gotham?"

"Yes!"

"And what if I guess wrong?"

"Then we move on to the next question!"

Barbara thought for a moment. "Is it a cold?"

"Congratulations…" Stephen smiled. "You got it right, didn't you? I thought there would be some trick, but it was too easy." Barbara felt relieved, but then Stephen continued, "Actually, you got it wrong!"

Wrong answer?

Barbara's eyes widened. If it wasn't a cold, what could it be?

"What's the answer?" Barbara asked, feeling clueless after thinking for a long time.

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Real Author: Marvel King

Translator: Zatch[King]Rex