Naruto:Suna Shinobi

"Each of you has a bottle of Titan Venom," the Joker ordered, his voice cold. "Harley, lead these people to Batman. Inject them directly when you see him. You'll defeat Batman."

With a snap of his fingers, the Joker placed a bomb into the safe before turning away. There were more important matters to attend to.

For example, Gotham's Police Commissioner, Gordon.

If Gordon were injected with an overdose of Titan venom, mutated, and went berserk, wreaking havoc, what would Batman do? The Joker relished the thought, looking forward to how his game would test the limits of human nature—particularly Batman's.

Meanwhile, Hiriito followed a group of criminals, taking directions from Harley Quinn to locate Batman. When they found the Bat, the newly transformed Titans easily overwhelmed him. Batman managed to fend them off briefly, but his strength couldn't match the raw, uncontrolled power of the Titan-enhanced criminals.

However, this battle wasn't Hiriito's concern.

Before the chaos began, he had used the Clone Technique learned back at the Ninja Academy to substitute himself. The fight grew so intense that no one noticed the disappearance of the clone.

As for Hiriito...

"This body still lacks too much chakra," he muttered to himself.

In the quiet corridor of Arkham Asylum, Hiriito stood among the fallen guards and criminals. He adjusted his pants, then inserted the bottle of Titan Venom into the breastplate of his bulletproof vest.

Next, he dragged the stripped guard into a locked toilet room and splashed a basin of cold water on his face.

The guard awoke, confused. His eyes were covered with a black cloth, and his body was bound.

"Name."

A cold voice asked.

"Who are you? What are you doing?" the guard retorted, still dazed.

"Crack!" A swift snap of Hiriito's hand echoed, followed by the guard's scream.

"Now, you have nine fingers."

"Edward Sweet!" the guard shouted.

"Wrong answer."

"Crack!"

"Now, there are eight fingers. Try not to be clever."

Hiriito glanced at the identity card in his hand, his expression cold.

"Milovan Torre."

"Very good."

Hiriito continued to interrogate him, drawing out the information he needed with the skill of a seasoned ninja. His time at the Ninja Academy had certainly paid off.

After gaining the necessary intel, he knocked the guard unconscious, then quickly formed a series of seals.

Wei—Zi—Hai.

Transformation!

With a puff of white smoke, Hiriito's form morphed into an exact replica of the guard. He studied the transformation briefly before walking out confidently.

The guard, meanwhile, would remain locked up for the next 24 hours, unaware of the deception.

Hiriito's next stop was the Arkham Asylum control room. He had gathered enough intel about the layout and key locations from the guard. The entire asylum was in chaos due to the Joker's orders, and the control room was heavily guarded.

As he moved through the halls, he encountered resistance. Criminals, noticing the guard's uniform, attacked him several times.

"This is getting troublesome."

Hiriito frowned, observing the chaotic path ahead.

The corridor leading to the control room was now the site of a brutal firefight. Guards were attempting to retake the control room, while Harley Quinn's criminals were determined to keep it.

"Help over here!" a familiar voice called. It was the captain of the guards.

A guard who knew the original owner of Hiriito's current body shouted, "Milo! What are you doing here?"

Without responding, Hiriito crouched behind the sandbag barricades, returning fire. His silence was a deliberate choice. The less he said, the less chance he had of making a mistake.

Despite the intense battle, Hiriito remained calm, evaluating the situation.

"If the guards win, they'll take control of the control room, which would work in my favor," he thought. "But if the criminals win, I'll have to switch back to my original identity and find another way in."

The situation wasn't ideal, though. Hiriito couldn't risk charging in with his limited chakra reserves. His current body's chakra wasn't nearly enough to handle a sustained battle, especially with his physical abilities restricted.

"If only it was my original body, I could fight my way through here," he thought. But the reality was different: this incarnation's chakra level was far below that of a Genin, closer to the level of a senior student in ninja school.

Then, just as the chaos seemed to hit its peak, two bat-shaped projectiles flew through the air, embedding themselves in the wall behind the criminals.

Boom!

A massive explosion erupted, followed by thick smoke. In the midst of it, a figure dropped down from the ventilation duct—Nightwing, Batman's protege, in his black combat suit and blindfold.

"Let's move!" Nightwing shouted, leading a fresh wave of attacks against the criminals.

The sight of Nightwing invigorated the guards. As a top martial artist and Batman's successor, Nightwing quickly dispatched the criminals with his superior combat skills.

In less than ten minutes, the criminals lay defeated, handcuffed and helpless.

With the second step of his plan in motion, Hiriito made his way to the Arkham control room. Inside, he found Harley Quinn tied to a chair by Nightwing himself. Her mouth was gagged, and the room was secured.

Hiriito, under the guise of a guard, exited the control room, claiming to be on patrol. He couldn't afford to risk being noticed.

Now, it was time to execute the third step of his plan.

(End of Chapter 12)