Day 19 of customs clearance

Since Deathstroke made that request to the Arkham Knight, he hasn't seen the Knight again for the next three days, leaving him only with countless tasks for the mercenary group.

The "tool man" Deathstroke, staring blankly at a sack of siege preparations, indicated that he was just a rough man who didn't understand these meticulous and time-consuming things.

He doesn't have that patience.

Moreover, the subordinates of the Arkham Knights are either sycophants or mindless followers. Deathstroke glanced emotionlessly at one of the people preparing to report below.

He didn't have a problem with the person; he was just pointing out again a certain right-hand man who would agree to a task but hesitate to speak when asked about progress.

Deathstroke recalled the knight's advice to trust his men and reaffirmed his belief that the knight's judgment was always somewhat flawed, for example, his subordinates and Batman.

After all, people who can't forget Batman will make mistakes at times.

Players who are disliked by Deathstroke will not behave themselves in front of their temporary leader. He is a noble player, and even though this old geezer has a great reputation, Adrian has no interest in digging into his great achievements.

He only takes Arkham Knights seriously; he doesn't care about anyone else. If you expect him to obey, Gotham will become a metropolis.

Serving as an emotionally valuable subordinate to the Arkham Knight has already exhausted Adrian. He also has to rack his brains from time to time to lower the Arkham Knight's guard so that the Knight doesn't become too suspicious and kick him out of the faction, leading to a major defeat in the game.

A death knell? What's that? I don't care.

Deathstroke, who had noticed that Adrian seemed to be cooperating with the questioning but was actually daydreaming, was now wondering, like everyone else who was unaware of the situation, why this kid had been chosen by the Arkham Knights. Did they really have no secrets to hide?

Deathstroke had a gut feeling that the two of them were not simple.

The Arkham Knights of the past were decisive and meticulous, but after returning to Gotham, they became inexplicably emotionally unstable.

Like a rebellious teenager.

Then he thought of how Arkham Knight's mood swings started from the moment he met Batman. He knew that the Knight had always resented Batman for abandoning him, and Deathstroke began to get a headache. He was indeed a teenager.

Only teenagers can't get over betrayal by someone close to them.

The distant Arkham Knights didn't know how Deathstroke viewed him, but ever since Batman concluded that he was causing trouble using the name of the deceased Robin, he had been relentlessly hunting him down.

Arkham Knight was both happy and sad. He was happy that he still had a place with Batman, but sad—no, angry.

The Angry Batman didn't recognize him!

Why still have doubts?! He clearly revealed so many flaws that he shouldn't have!

The Arkham Knight's face was contorted beneath his hood, while Batman's jaw was clenched, the white membrane covering his eyes staring intently at the clumsy imitator before him.

The familiar phantom beside him mocked him. What was he delusional about?

The most important thing now is not to arrest him, interrogate him severely, or find out who the mastermind is and make him pay the price.

Batman deliberately looked away and lowered his voice: "Tell me who ordered you to provoke me!"

As Arkham Knight noticed Batman's gaze drift away, his anger flared. Batman dared not look him in the eye? What was he deceiving himself about?!

The wind blew through their armor, carrying the scent of Gotham Bay from afar. The Arkham Knight and Batman stood facing each other on opposite sides.

The night sky was dark and gloomy, with dark clouds obscuring the moon. The colorful neon lights in the distance were dazzling, but they could not illuminate the two figures.

The situation was on the verge of erupting, and it was unclear who would strike first.

Blue and black intertwined, then separated, accompanied by the Arkham Knight's shouts, as he provoked Batman by echoing his words:

"If you want to know who ordered this, beat me first!"

Batman responded with only his fists.

Listening to his former knights, now his men, report on their missions, Deathstroke thought that if they were his men, he would have the first one to report to him executed for daring to give him trash!

Lack of organization, sloppy planning, and unsuccessful execution...

Deathstroke's confidence in the plan to capture Gotham dropped by three percentage points, out of a possible ten.

Perhaps because Deathstroke's face was too grim, the frightened squad leader shouted loudly, "Batman has his eye on us! It's all Batman! As long as Batman doesn't bother us, we'll definitely succeed!"

After listening, Deathstroke's expression remained indifferent. "So what do you want to do? Take out Batman. Other gangs have all succeeded when they encountered Batman on their missions. Why can't you do it? Are you going to say that Batman is watching you, out of millions of people in Gotham, only you?"

Deathstroke finished with a cold laugh, "Knights used to let you roam free, but I won't. Under me, success is the only goal. If you fail, take care of your family and find a better place. If you still fail, die!"

Deathstroke is furious that he can't deal with Batman or the Executor for the time being.

When talking about Gotham, you can't avoid mentioning Batman. If it weren't for the Knight, he would almost never have been willing to be Batman's enemy.

The office was deathly silent. The squad leaders, who had been warned, didn't dare to breathe, and continued to report on the progress of the mission with heavy hearts and simmering anger.

The squad leaders were practically groaning in despair. Luckily, today was just a handover of tasks left by their leader; otherwise, they would all be heading to Gotham Bay.

One of the trembling squad leaders asked, "Mr. Deathstroke, the boss's arrangements are finished. What should we do next?"

The squad leaders were terrified of the new boss their leader had pointed out to them. They absolutely believed that Deathstroke meant what he said, and they still had some attachment to the world and didn't want to see Satan.

Deathstroke continued to tolerate the incompetent squad leaders, finding no further problems in their reports. Only through comparison from multiple sources could the flaws in the plan be discovered.

"Next one, please."

Deathstroke waved to the squad leader not to stop, urging him to multitask and continue recalling Batman and Arkham Knight.

The two can be considered sworn enemies. Perhaps family relationships are an unavoidable hurdle for every superhero, concerning their wives and children, and their nightlife.

Just like he always was.

Thinking of this, Deathstroke paused for a moment and finally told himself in a helpless tone that he didn't need to understand, even though it was regrettable.

As for his complicated relationship with the Bat family, that's a long story.

Deathstroke's most desired assistant, the first Robin, is now Nightwing, who is smart, lively, and lovable, but he idolizes Batman.

He trained his most outstanding disciple, the second Robin, now the Arkham Knight, who is ruthless, decisive, and has an excellent tactical mind, but he once idolized Batman.

I still can't let go of Batman.

It couldn't get any worse.

The death knell could not make the knight let go of his hatred, just as he had failed to steal someone from his own side.

After learning the truth that he hadn't seen the Knight for three days, should he be glad that the Knight hadn't avoided him, or speechless at his entanglement with Batman?

Deathstroke didn't understand; Deathstroke didn't comprehend the bonds of the Bat family.

Ha, the bat's house.

Deathstroke suddenly pressed the captain in charge of the bat-themed vigilantes, "Where's the progress in capturing the bat-themed vigilantes? How many have you caught?"

The person in charge nodded obsequiously, beads of sweat the size of soybeans sliding down his temples.

That's truly a case of none.

However: "Mr. Deathstroke, we've captured Harley Quinn. Perhaps she'll be helpful to our plans."

The terrified squad leader, seeing that Deathstroke had not responded for a long time, could not help but boldly look up.

Deathstroke sat in his executive chair, his face grave. Who was Harley Quinn? What was her relationship with the Joker? Why did she seem so familiar?

Deathstroke remembers the Joker not only because he's Batman's biggest fan, but also because the Joker was once his employer. As for the others? Well, sorry, unimportant people don't stay in his mind for more than a day.

Deathstroke stopped thinking and asked the squad leader the crucial question: "So what information did you get from Harley Quinn?"

The squad leader's smile froze, and he looked pleadingly at the gray-eyed youth standing in the corner, who was none other than Adrian, whom Deathstroke remembered as incompetent and only good at flattery.

Harley Quinn was captured by Adrian and his men.

Adrian, who was the center of attention, showed no doubt and frantically pulled up the system records while no one could see him. There was no problem with Harley Quinn.

"Harley Quinn won't tell us she wants to see the boss, but..."

But the boss isn't here; all that's left is the death knell that the boss parachuted in.

Deathstroke naturally understood Adrian's unspoken meaning. He stood up and said, "Take me to see Harley Quinn."

Through the viewing window, you can see a chair in the middle of the gloomy, dark basement, with a woman wearing red and blue pigtails tied to it.

The death knell sounded, for that guy who was tormented by the Joker yet was madly infatuated with him.

Harley Quinn raised her chin, looking at the cell door that had made the noise with a bored expression. Who could it be this time?

Could it be that Arkham Knight?

To Harley Quinn's disappointment, it wasn't Arkham Knight who came to see her, but a familiar face—Deathstroke.

The thugs the Joker once hired.

Harley Quinn lowered her head, looking uninterested.

Deathstroke told the others to wait outside, looked Harley Quinn up and down, and said, "Dumped by the Joker again?"

Harley Quinn, her sore spot touched, glared fiercely at Deathstroke, "I was the one who abandoned him, I was the one who abandoned the Joker!"

Harley Quinn responded to Deathstroke with unusual anger.

Deathstroke replied indifferently, "Oh."

He had no interest in their love-hate relationship. "The Knight of Arkham is not here. I'm in charge now. If you want to see the Knight, don't say it now."

Harley Quinn, threatened by Deathstroke, said: "I need to see the Arkham Knight. I have the Joker's latest plans. Don't you want to know what the Joker is up to? It's related to the safety of Gotham."

“You can’t see the Arkham Knight right now. I don’t care about the Joker’s new plans or the safety of Gotham. I’m just a mercenary. What makes you think I’d be threatened by you?”

Deathstroke was puzzled; he seemed like the kind of responsible person.

Deathstroke ignores Harley Quinn and prepares to leave. Want to see the Knight? He's probably having a good time fighting Batman, so he'll leave Harley Quinn waiting.

Seeing that Deathstroke was truly uninterested, Harley Quinn's face darkened. How could she forget that Deathstroke was a bastard who would only work for money and didn't care about the interests of his employers outside of missions?

As Deathstroke drew ever closer to the iron gate, and in a few seconds he would be standing outside, Harley Quinn couldn't help but shout, "Dionysus Factor! The Joker's new plan is about Dionysus Factor! He's going to turn Gotham into his Gotham!"