Days as a Spiritual Mentor in American Comics

Catwoman's tracking skills were indeed superb; her tailing maneuvers were very natural, even going as far as hijacking another car for a swap midway. If it weren't for Shiller's Gray Mist, she could easily have lost the trail.

Old Gun was cautious enough, circling around the city a few times, but still unable to shake off Catwoman. Soon, he stopped at the back door of a building, took a few turns on foot, Catwoman kept following behind him, while Shiller trailed Catwoman.

Old Gun entered an underground parking garage of a building and took the elevator up. Catwoman glanced at the elevator's position, then came out of the garage, circled to one side of the building, and counted the floors.

Shortly after, the windows on the 32nd-floor corridor lit up. Catwoman took another half circuit and rode the freight elevator to the 32nd floor, Shiller followed closely.

Old Gun passed through the hallway and stopped in front of a laboratory. A heavyset black woman came out of the lab and handed over a capsule to him.

Catwoman was standing at the corner of the corridor, watching this scene, and captured the exchange with her phone's camera.

What she didn't know was that Shiller, standing on the other side of another corridor, was also witnessing everything.

And thanks to Gray Mist, his hearing was much better than Catwoman's. After Old Gun left, he heard Rose making a phone call while stepping into the lab.

"Okay, I got it. I'll arrange for someone to pick them up at the airport tomorrow morning; we don't have time for a welcome party, tell them to come straight to the lab. I want results within a week."

Shiller was waiting in the lab, lying in ambush until the morning.

As soon as the day broke, hurried footsteps sounded in the corridor; several people quickly entered the lab, aside from Rose, there were a few other individuals who looked like scientists.

Once Rose left, Shiller said inwardly to Gray Mist, "How about it? Are these the pharmaceutical experts you're looking for?"

There seemed to be no movement; after a while, Gray Mist replied, "Done, I have an idea now. But I still need to collect some components. This seems to be a chemical research center; let's look around."

Gray Mist searched around the building and felt it was about time. Shiller then left, but before leaving, he glanced at the sign at the entrance—Charabang Chemical Pharmaceutical Company.

Batman had also returned to the manor around this time, with the Pale Knight following behind him.

He was covered in the scent of blood, with an obvious wound on his shoulder, simply bandaged, but still bleeding.

Then the two of them saw the Ice Sculpture Bruce placed at the back door.

"Let me out!" Bruce said.

Batman and the Pale Knight were completely bewildered.

"What happened to you?" The Pale Knight couldn't help but walk forward and knocked on the surface of the ice, then said, "You've been frozen, but how can you still talk?"

Batman was more familiar with this technology than him, and with a furrowed brow, he said, "Why would Mr. Freeze appear in my manor?"

"That's a long story," Bruce sighed, "First, think of a way to get me out. I have important intelligence to tell you."

"We don't need to let you out; you can still tell us," said the Pale Knight. "Tell us first."

Rarely not objecting, Batman listened as Bruce had no choice but to say, "The one who froze me here isn't Mr. Freeze, it's Shiller. I don't know where he got an ice-making device from, but it's very likely that the two of them are working together."

"Why would he freeze you here?"

"Uh... don't get mad if I tell you," Bruce tried to look innocent, "He forced me to hack your manor's defense System."

"You hacked my manor's defense system?"

"He forced me to do it! I didn't want to; he just wouldn't let me out."

"But he still hasn't let you out, has he?" said the Pale Knight.

Bruce was at a loss for words; he couldn't tell Batman and the Pale Knight that he was a vampire and that the other party had a high-powered ultraviolet lamp—if he didn't comply, he'd have nowhere to run and would be reduced to ashes.

His ability to control the inmates of Arkham Asylum with his vampire powers was a card up his sleeve, which Greed must have been sure he wouldn't easily reveal, so that's why he was left here.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. Batman and the Pale Knight turned to see Shiller standing outside.

"I left in a hurry last night and left something here, may I come back and retrieve it?"

The Pale Knight glanced back at Ice Sculpture Bruce, then said, "The thing you're talking about wouldn't happen to be this, would it?"

"Uh, no, that, I'm giving to you," Shiller pointed towards the kitchen, then said, "There's a bottle of red wine there I forgot to take, can I have it back?"

Batman followed his direction and saw the bottle of red wine and capsules scattered on the island platform.

On his way just now, he saw the Pale Knight taking medication—these capsules were identical to his pills.

Batman walked over, picked up the bottle of red wine, and found it appeared to contain just ordinary red wine.

The Pale Knight, however, sensed something amiss. He remembered Bruce told him that Shiller had given him a miraculous substance under the pretense of checking his health.

Picking up the capsules, he discovered they were the same as his own pill bottle. So, had Shiller replaced the medicine in the capsules with red wine and fed it to him? What was so special about this red wine?