"This…"
"No wonder he's called Batman!"
No one knew how much time had passed before one of the task force members finally swallowed hard and muttered those words.
In the pin-drop silence, his voice was like a spark hitting dry tinder—setting off a wave of cheers from every witness present.
The members of the special task force nearly went wild.
Unlike the bystanders outside watching from afar, these were New York Police officers—people who had felt the weight of the city's chaos firsthand.
And ever since Batman began making one appearance after another, turning the tide again and again, saving New York from the brink of disaster… the ones who benefited the most weren't the citizens.
It was them—the NYPD.
Batman's interventions had solved countless crises far beyond their own abilities to handle.
If one were to talk about Batman's biggest fanbase, then perhaps two-thirds of the police department could proudly call themselves die-hard—no, brain-dead—fans.
Many of them even saw Batman as their role model.
Even the police commissioner himself, George Stacy, could be considered an admirer.
Not far away, four turtles slowly stood up.To them, everything that had just happened was no surprise.
Ever since Batman had reached out and asked for their help, they knew this battle was already won.
Shredder might have been powerful, but Batman's record spoke for itself.
Even if the four of them couldn't bring Shredder down alone—could anyone really believe Batman wouldn't be able to finish the job?
Their only regret was that they hadn't been the ones to land the final blow.
Still, their efforts hadn't been in vain.
Without their relentless interference and teamwork, even if Shredder wasn't a genius fighter, there's no way Batman could've taken him down with just one punch.
After all, that silvery samurai armor of his was clearly far beyond normal tech.
But the outcome was clear—given how things were going, if the fight had continued, Shredder would have lost to the four turtles eventually.
So really… it was still their victory, in a way.
Amid the cheers and the flashing lights, a figure crouched in a corner, finger hammering the camera shutter with manic excitement.
Eddie Brock's eyes gleamed—Batman had just given him another iconic shot.
Shredder, sent flying by a single punch!
The crime lord of the Foot Clan—another underworld kingpin, gone the way of Kingpin himself.
No doubt, this photo alone would guarantee the Daily Bugle tomorrow's number-one headline, pushing the fading Green Goblin scandal out of the spotlight.
Lately, that "Green Goblin incident" had mostly devolved into gossip—people speculating about his true identity, his whereabouts, and the chaos it left behind at Oscorp.
Rumors said that Harry Osborn, just a high school student, was planning to team up with Oscorp's board elders to seize control of the company—taking back the power his missing father, Norman Osborn, had lost.
"An Osborn should control Oscorp," said the online crowd.
Many were practically begging for a corporate civil war, eager for the drama.
To them, the chaos at Oscorp was more entertaining than the actual news.
Of course, all that was beside the point.
Eddie didn't yet know that George Stacy was planning to invite the four turtles to join the NYPD's Special Task Force.
If he had known, he might've been torn about which to run as tomorrow's front-page story—Batman's heroic punch, or this explosive revelation.
For now, he just stayed hidden in the corner, snapping photos like his life depended on it.
"It's over. I'll take my leave."
Batman—no, Anton—withdrew his fist and smiled faintly as the officers and the turtles regained their senses.
"Oh, and by the way—Eric Sykes is hanging upside down from the helipad on the rooftop. You might want to get him down before too long."
With that, he turned and walked away, melting into the sunlight and vanishing into the shadows between buildings.
The four turtles looked at one another, then at the NYPD officers now busy handling the aftermath.
They dragged the unconscious, limp-necked Shredder from his armor, cuffed him, and loaded him into an armored prison truck.
With that done, they dusted off their hands, ready to slip away quietly through a hole in the wall.
But before they could move, a familiar voice stopped them.
"Wait!"
George Stacy approached with a serious, grateful look.
"Thank you—for everything you did today."
"It's our duty," said Leonardo, the turtle leader, his tone calm and resolute. "This is our mission."
He nodded once, about to leave again—
"Wait! I still have something to say!"
Once more, George stopped them.
The four turtles turned, puzzled by the insistence of the NYPD commissioner.
"I've been thinking…"
George took a breath, meeting each of their eyes.
"Leonardo. Raphael. Michelangelo. Donatello. I just confirmed your names with Batman—not that it really matters. What I do want to say is… I'd like to invite you all to join the NYPD Special Task Force. Become one of us. If you're willing, we'd be honored to have you."
The four turtles froze.
Even Eddie, eavesdropping nearby, went slack-jawed.
And so did the rest of the task force.
But instead of confusion, excitement rippled through the team.
They had seen firsthand what these four could do.
If the turtles joined the force, every future mission would have an extra layer of safety and power.
More importantly, the turtles clearly had a strong connection to Batman—meaning the NYPD would now have a direct line to Gotham's Dark Knight.
How could that not be good news?
"What?"
Leonardo blinked, stunned. "Could you repeat that?"
"I'd like to invite you to join the NYPD Special Task Force," George repeated solemnly.
"We accept!"
Michelangelo shouted before anyone else could respond, raising a fist in excitement. He didn't even bother consulting his brothers.
The other three turtles exchanged glances—and none of them objected.
"If we join… will the NYPD require us to keep our identities secret?"
Donatello hesitated, his expression uncertain, as if afraid of the answer.
"No," George said firmly. "Batman suggested we make your existence public—and I agree. Once the people of New York know we have a few new special agents protecting the city, they'll see the NYPD in a whole new light."
"In that case," Leonardo said, smiling at last, "we're in."
"All four of us are willing to join the NYPD Special Task Force!"
"Oh, right—Commissioner George, you don't mind coming with us to meet our teacher, do you?"
Leonardo's tone turned slightly mysterious.
"Teacher?"
George thought briefly of the "rat" Batman had mentioned before and nodded without hesitation.
"I'll do my best to convince your teacher."
As for Eddie? He didn't care what they were discussing—he was too busy capturing history in the making.
Click after click, the shutter flashed as he photographed George shaking hands with the four turtles, grinning from ear to ear.
Another headline in the bag. Another perfect scoop.
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