After the enemy's death, that's when it truly becomes a necromancer's home ground.
Dark Elements flooded the Talon's internal organs and bones. The pitiful amount of Dionesium factor within his body was completely unable to resist the erosion of the Dark Elements, rendering him unable to rise again.
The ten-minute transformation time had actually passed, but Zane still maintained his Diamondhead form.
After all, the reason the Omnitrix had this ten-minute time limit wasn't due to a lack of energy. The Omnitrix was equipped with an infinite energy engine internally, so there was absolutely no need to worry about energy issues.
The ten-minute time limit was solely to protect the user's own DNA.
Right now, the Talon was completely dead and posed no threat. Therefore, after pulling out the four crystalline blades pinning the Talon, Zane directly canceled his Diamondhead transformation.
Returning to his human form, he chanted a conversion incantation, and an unknown, mysterious power acted within the Talon's body.
After about a few breaths, the fingers of the Talon before him suddenly twitched, followed by his body trembling.
Three seconds later, the Talon stopped moving, bowed slightly to Zane, and was about to say something when he realized his mouth was gone. Oh, wait, his entire head was gone.
Regrowing his head, the Talon's lips moved, spitting out a single word: "Master."
With this, the conversion was considered complete. This Talon had completely become Zane's undead subordinate.
The Court of Owls' brainwashing had dissipated the moment Zane hammered in that crystal nail brimming with Dark Elements. Now, this Talon only obeyed Zane's orders.
"Wait, what did he just call you?" Zsasz walked over hesitantly, his face full of disbelief.
"You clearly heard it." Zane dug his ear, then turned his head and said to Gene, who had emerged from the crystals over there, "Crisis averted, mission accomplished."
After saying this, Zane gave Zsasz a meaningful look. "...Now, the problem is truly solved."
"..." Zsasz was left speechless.
You're the boss, whatever you say goes.
Suddenly, an anomaly occurred. The window to everyone's left was opened.
Opening a window on the fourteenth floor?
If it's not a Talon, then it's a Talon!
Zsasz acted decisively, pulling out his highly toxic dagger and throwing it fiercely. However, the person at the window easily caught the dagger and threw it right back.
Seeing that the dagger was about to stab into Zsasz's thigh, Zane immediately extended Dark Elements and caught the dagger.
You actually saved me?
Zsasz looked at Zane in shock, his feelings complex for a moment. A long-lost warm current... flowed halfway before he suddenly realized that Zane had nonchalantly pocketed the dagger.
Huh?
"Why didn't you give the knife back to me?" Zsasz exclaimed.
"Finders keepers," Zane said self-righteously.
The highly magical poison coated on Zsasz's small knife was an excellent material for potion-making.
That's right, aside from recording various magic spells, that necromancy magic book also contained many potion-making methods.
The potions brewed had many uses: the undead could drink them to enhance their strength, and mages could drink them to replenish their mana bars.
"I knew you were a bastard!" Zsasz felt his emotions had taken a severe hit. He was even about to say thank you, only for his damn knife to be snatched away.
After silently repeating "I can't beat this guy" a hundred times in his mind, Zsasz still didn't dare to attack.
Although he was also an Arkham inmate, he still possessed basic rationality.
After a brief interlude, the teenager and young man clinging to the windowsill finally climbed in. The arrivals weren't Talons, but rather superheroes.
The teenager wore a colorful uniform that was hard to tell why it looked good. His name was Tim Drake, the active Robin, the third generation!
The young man's uniform was primarily black, with a robin-shaped blue emblem on his chest. With flowing hair, a handsome face, and a highly conspicuous perky butt, it was none other than Dick Grayson, the original Robin, who had now gone solo as Nightwing!
Both were from the Bat-Family.
"Robin? Nightwing?" Seeing who had arrived, Zsasz's tone turned weird. "Why are you here?"
"I was just about to ask you the same question," Nightwing said as he walked forward.
"This place is really lively." Tim looked around. One wall was shattered like a spiderweb, another was covered in the Talon's blood, and a third was riddled with bullet holes.
It felt like a flashback to Syria.
Unlike Zsasz, Zane wasn't very surprised by the appearance of Tim and Dick.
These two guys were probably here to protect Gene, but they hadn't expected the latter to hire two people in a row, one of whom even beat the Talon into a subordinate on the spot, completely eliminating the need for protection.
"This office of mine is going to be famous." Gene, touching his little heart, couldn't help but mutter over there.
"Aren't you going to excuse yourself?" Zane turned his head to look at Zsasz beside him. "You seem to be a supervillain, and no matter how lacking in charismatic personality you are, you're still an Arkham graduate."
Hearing this, Zsasz was stunned for a second, then spoke rapidly, "Then I won't intrude!"
As he spoke, he turned to run out of the office.
However, Zsasz had barely taken two steps when he took a solid taser shock to the back.
The feeling of violent electric currents running rampantly through his entire body was not pleasant. Zsasz let out a weird cry from the pain, his body stiffening.
Yet, two seconds later, Zsasz forcefully relied on his strong willpower to reach back and rip out the two wires shot from the taser gun.
Panting heavily, Zsasz admired himself in his heart while running to the door.
Whoosh!
Without even moving his legs, Nightwing pulled the trigger again. This time, Zsasz no longer had his previous perseverance to hold on. He was electrocuted to the ground on the spot, drooling from the corner of his mouth.
Robin Tim consciously walked over to Zsasz, took out some rope, and swiftly tied Zsasz up securely, throwing him to the side.
"Alright, besides Gene, it's just you and us now." Tim clapped his hands and returned to Nightwing's side.
Before Zane could say anything, Nightwing cut straight to the chase. "Do you know a lot about these things?"
"I don't."
"But you knew their name."
"I made it up on the spot."
"Don't believe it." x2
"Alright." Zane threw his hands up in defeat. "I do know a little bit about these things, but only a tiny bit... So, what do you want?"
"I heard you're a private detective." As Nightwing said this, he glanced at Gene over there.
When the latter was talking to Zsasz earlier, he had mentioned this identity of Zane's.
"Strictly speaking." Zane reached up to support his chin, his eyebrows knitting together. "Once Gene's commission is successfully completed, I am no longer a private detective."
"Alright then." Nightwing didn't back down. He nodded and continued, "May I ask this former private detective who has washed his hands of the business, are you interested in resuming your old profession?"