Chapter 10 Chapter 10 Robin War: The Spoiler Gets Another…

"Gotham City High School has called the police," Alvin crossed his arms, "What are you going to do?"

"Putting your hopes on the Gotham Police Department is foolish," Elio said. "I'm going to check their surveillance. You coming?"

The mentor seemed to be in a state of mental stagnation. Elio tilted his head to look at him, and Alvin finally realized, "You, uh, you want to break into the Gotham Police Department at night?"

"What?"

"Although I cannot deny that their efficiency has been low for years," Alvin said hesitantly, "and their guards are always lax, isn't this progressing too fast for you?"

"No!"

"Isn't it?"

"I mean check the surveillance footage at City High School!"

There was a brief silence. Realization dawned on Alvin. Elio stared at him in disbelief.

"I've always been a law-abiding citizen," the assassin's apprentice emphasized. "…at least I used to be."

"Here's a law-abiding citizen who just said he's going to check the surveillance at the city high school," Alvin said, "at night. That sounds pretty respectable."

But he didn't refuse to go along. Alvin stretched his body on the spot and asked, "Do you remember what I taught you just now?"

"Of course," Elio said, not understanding why he asked. "I don't forget that quickly."

"Let's see who gets to City High School first." Alvin jumped onto the roof. "Come on up! Three, two—"

Elio didn't have time to think. At his mentor's sudden, loud urging, he reached the rooftop. Before he could even find his balance, Alvin had already rushed out. With a few leaps, the Master Assassin vanished from the apprentice's sight.

The result of this competition is self-evident. When Elio ran to City High School, Alvin was sitting on the top of the campus bell tower, swinging his legs boredly, obviously having been waiting for a long time.

“…You didn’t even count to one!”

Elio held his thigh and complained breathlessly.

"Next time, don't stand there waiting for me to count, newbie." Alvin heard his voice and turned his head calmly. "The enemy won't wait for you to prepare."

Elio stared at him in silence. Alvin smiled and beckoned him closer.

"Come here, Elio," he said, "and look down from here."

"You're not going to push me down?"

Despite this, Elio leaned in obediently. He didn't dare sit relaxed on the edge like Alvin, but he just edged a little closer. The nighttime silence of the city high school embraced the towering clock tower. The security guard's flashlight flickered up and down like a firefly, passing through the library, teaching buildings, laboratories... and their destination tonight, the monitoring room.

"Plan your route," Alvin said. "Try to avoid the guards as you move. If you can't avoid them, you'll have to face them."

"What would you do?" Elio asked.

·

"We must kill them all," the Templar agent shouted. "Leave no one alive!"

No one spoke, but the glances they exchanged showed that they all agreed.

The tragic events reported from Gotham alerted the Templars in Blüdhaven. If they had originally considered Elliot Smith a new assassin who had accidentally awakened his Isu bloodline and was not worth tackling, they had now changed their minds.

The entire team sent to Gotham was killed on the spot, without exception.

Elio couldn't have done it alone. Although they did find a lot of bruises, internal bleeding, and broken bones during the autopsy... these kinds of blows that wouldn't kill someone instantly are not usually used by assassins, and they were probably left by Elio during his resistance.

But they also discovered the assassin's more common method. The cause of death was confirmed to be a common penetrating heart wound and a transverse cut to the trachea in the neck...

The Templar agents who witnessed these autopsy reports were all horrified. It was as if the ghost of the assassin had emerged from the reports, floating in the conference room and examining their whereabouts.

No matter how careful they are, as long as the assassin remembers their names, they will never see the sun again tomorrow.

They all know this.

The killing spree carried out by the assassins in Gotham was like a guillotine that had not yet fallen, hanging by their necks, making everyone feel insecure.

"…There's likely more than one assassin in Gotham," the Templar agent said, interrupting the silence. "We can't go in without first figuring out their details."

Everyone looked at him sideways. It sounded like a useful piece of nonsense, but everyone knew that the Templars were often the ones whose true identities were known to the enemy.

"So what do you suggest?" asked another Templar agent.

"Searching for and murdering fleeing rats isn't our specialty," the Templar agent who had spoken earlier said, crossing his fingers with a glint in his eye. "But our newest allies, Hydra, are undoubtedly adept at it."

The atmosphere in the meeting immediately relaxed. Pushing the assassin's hatred to... oh no, handing the follow-up of this matter to the professional counterparts of Hydra sounded like a good idea. After all, their fake allies were just as skilled at lurking and working in the dark as the assassins. Most importantly, they also wanted assassins.

It was no secret that they had long been curious about the Assassin's Isu bloodline.

The Templars only wanted one result, which was that the assassins would not be able to act outside and affect their great cause (and personal safety).

Across the wall, a celebrity dinner was underway in Blüdhaven. Red cross necklaces and patterns perfectly blended into their gorgeous attire, and outsiders who didn't recognize the symbol might not realize it was the emblem of a secret society.

——Knights Templar.

"It's been a while since we last had contact with Gotham," a voice said from the crowd. "How long has it been?"

"Maybe three to five years." said another low voice.

"That's been a long time."

In the unspoken eye contact, the wine glasses clinked crisply, suppressed by the sound of soft music.

Last time, they mistakenly chose the Court of Owls as their partner. However, this masked force, long entrenched in Gotham, was eradicated by Batman in a single blunder. To avoid alerting Batman, the Templars were forced to suspend their infestation and shift their focus, establishing themselves first in Blüdhaven. Aside from occasional interruptions from the city's vigilante, Nightwing, their presence in the port city has been smooth sailing.

It's time to restart our plans to enter Gotham.

Starting over again, the Templars will take back everything that is rightfully theirs!

·

"Abstergo Entertainment is restarting that game?" Bruce frowned in confusion upon receiving the news. "Didn't they abandon that project a long time ago?"

Several years ago, Abstergo sent personnel to Gotham City to research its history and culture, intending to develop a new film or game. Despite the warm welcome typical of Gotham, most fled in dismay. Only one person successfully completed the project, ultimately proving to be an undercover agent sent by the Brotherhood.

After their carefully chosen partners, the Court of Owls, were severely defeated by Batman and the Brotherhood, Abstergo finally realized how unwelcome the city was and ceased its operations in Gotham. Batman was pleased with this and, assuming the identity of Bruce Wayne, expelled their planted personnel from Gotham.

Get out of my city! — He almost threw this sentence in the face of the Knights Templar.

"I thought they understood me," Bruce muttered. "Looks like they didn't."

"If a beating would make them smarter," Jason commented, "then we wouldn't have to go through all this trouble."

He picked up a butter biscuit from Bruce's side and stuffed it into his mouth, pretending not to notice Bruce's disapproving look before walking away. Stephanie, who was sitting on the sofa and hadn't heard their conversation, suddenly raised her game console and shouted excitedly, "The last yearbook! Haha! I finally finished collecting these damn little things."

"Yearbook?" Tim, who was sleeping on the pillow, was awakened by her movement and got up in a daze. "What yearbook?"

“Well done, blonde,” Jason said from a distance. “You’re the first one in the family to do that.”

"Really?"

Robin Wars: Another point for the spoiler!

Stephanie quickly took a screenshot and prepared to upload it to Facebook. Tim leaned over to look at the game screen, and Stephanie touched his face lovingly.

"It's the Legend of Ratonhnhaké:ton," Stephanie said. "I see you haven't started playing the game yet."

She noticed Tim's face was warm from waking up, and she rubbed it again without hesitation. Red Robin failed to resist the Troublemaker's clutches, and her words were slurred, "I always... didn't have time to play..."

Tim also knew that his brothers and sisters were secretly competing for the progress of Assassin's Creed, without exception.

At first, it was just a small, peaceful "battle." But ever since Bruce took away Damian's console, claiming he wouldn't grow taller if he stayed up all night playing games, the unyielding Robin repeatedly tried to get his hands on the hidden console and cartridges, and the war gradually intensified.

Jason, in particular, always loved to brag about his progress, the restaurant ablaze with the clinking of swords and sabers. Even his eldest brother, Dick, who had declared all this childish and wouldn't participate, would board the Revolution after his night patrols and launch the multiplayer quest "Should Be in a Museum," secretly farming Assassin points by exploiting the alarm bug.

Tim knows this all too well!

But Bruce took action. He silently achieved the Legend title, shocking the Robins. But it didn't matter. Once the Robin Wars started, they wouldn't stop easily. His children would always find ways to fight to the death. Bruce should have thought of this earlier.

Only Tim didn't participate.

Because he is at work.

Then again, why is this?

“I want to play too…”

Even though Stephanie had released her hand, Tim's words still trailed off. He glanced at Bruce, who pretended not to understand his gaze and coughed formally.

"Abstergo might want to develop a Gotham game," he said. "We can't—"

"What, really?" Stephanie turned around and asked, "They're finally going to release a new movie?"

She'd almost finished playing all the Assassin's Creed games in perfect sync and was worried about not having any new games to play. Tim, halfway through listening, collapsed onto Stephanie's shoulder in pain. "I haven't even played the old ones yet, and they're about to release a new one?"

"Oh, Tim." Stephanie put her arm around him. "You'll have time for that... I guess."

"—we can't have Abstergo in Gotham," Bruce said.

Then, at the looks in the children's eyes, he had to add, "As for games, that's another matter."

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