Day 25 of customs clearance

The blue-black silhouette that sped away on the base's monitoring screen disappeared in a flash, even the tail of the car was gone.

Adrian glanced at the time, unable to make a suitable expression for the Arkham Knight.

Is the battle time too short, or are the game characters too powerful?

“Everything is under control,” the Arkham Knight mocked Adrian.

"Poison Ivy and the others are too incompetent. I have a backup plan!"

"Then Nightwing is in your hands. If nothing unexpected happens, Batman will be here soon."

Arkham Knight was preparing to rendezvous with Deathstroke. He believed that he and Deathstroke alone could not capture Batman without a doubt, but Arkham Knight's goal was to stall Batman, which he and Deathstroke were more than capable of doing.

After seeing his boss off, Adrian turned to his subordinates and asked how the traps were going.

Regardless of Nightwing's combat strength, Poison Ivy is heartbreakingly weak.

Adrian had considered the possibility that Poison Ivy might hold back, but he had been monitoring her and knew that when the real fight broke out, all three of them were giving it their all. Under the system's observation, the probability of him being fooled was infinitesimally low.

Adrian reluctantly abandoned the idea of ​​rescuing Poison Ivy and the others. Harley Quinn's hypnosis wouldn't last long, and by the time she woke up and the control was lifted, she would still be back to cause trouble for others—that would take forever.

My gaze shifted.

Adrian: ? What are they doing?

The two henchmen were joking around as they moved the tin cans, and one of the cans even slipped a little while they were talking.

He was even supervising the site!

They didn't know what gas was in the tin can, but Adrian did. Did they want him to reopen the stall?

Adrian was very unhappy with his subordinates' extravagant spending, which was an inheritance he had received from the Scarecrow.

Recalling the arduous process of obtaining them, [Anger +1]

"Be careful. If I break a hole, I might use you as guinea pigs. Maybe I can even deduce the reagents from scratch."

The big-spending henchmen shrank back when they heard their boss's loud reprimand, and answered in unison, not daring to continue chatting.

The idea of ​​being a test subject is obviously not a good thing; based on their experience, it's too hellish, and no one dares to take on that possibility.

Adrian was satisfied after seeing his men diligently moving things.

Adding a trap on the spot isn't so easy, but who could have predicted that the scarecrow would have a backup plan—hiding a canister of unprecedentedly highly concentrated poison gas?

When Nightwing was still Robin, he flew over this chemical plant countless times.

He should be thankful that the Arkham Knights are not in the city but in the wilderness, so the fight won't disturb the people.

The pitch-black gate resembled the open mouth of a giant beast, ready to devour any uninvited guest who entered.

Once inside, it resembled any abandoned chemical plant, with rusty railings and mixers, and dusty handrails and floors.

There was a large hole in the very center of the ground, from which a bright light emanated.

Nightwing paused for two or three seconds in front of the underground entrance before the countdown on the model rapidly decreased. With no time to think, Nightwing could only jump into the hole.

Someone has been watching him all along. Was it before or after he entered Gotham? Who knows so much about him and the Bat family?

Unbeknownst to Nightwing, after he jumped down, a small footprint appeared in front of the underground entrance, and a hand wearing a tactical glove picked up the personal surveillance camera that Nightwing had hastily dropped.

He muttered to himself, "Is this why you kept it from me?"

After entering the underground cave, all electronic devices on Nightwing lost their function. Nightwing tried to stay in the middle of the passage as much as possible, as someone had placed a special jammer to cut off his connection with the outside world.

The cave entrance was flipped over the moment they jumped in, leaving only a smooth stone wall and Nightwing staring at each other.

The countdown timer on the model machine they left behind turned into a prompt: "Forward."

...pretending to be a ghost or a myth.

Adrian leaned on the railing, gazing at the design of the Colosseum below, trying to harass his boss.

He exclaimed, "Boss, if you were here, you would be very happy. After all, the annoying vigilante Batman becomes a clown, getting knocked down and getting back up again by a constant stream of opponents. That scene would be very exciting."

"It's a pity you're not here."

The circular platform is surrounded by several high walls, with seven or eight iron gates facing the platform. Which gate will Nightwing stumble out from?

He added quite a few small design touches along the way.

The harassed Arkham Knight had no time to respond to Adrian's frivolous remarks; his battle with Batman left him no room for distraction.

The next moment, Deathstroke blocked with both arms and retreated rapidly, while Arkham Knight took the opportunity to rush forward and attack Batman's chest.

Batman dodged the attack by turning to the side, and then pulled out three Batbolts, firing them at Deathstroke, who was trying to draw his sword again to strike him.

One dart deflected the blade, another struck the wrist, and yet another hurtled toward the face.

He clenched his fist, turned, and elbowed the Arkham Knight at the junction of his arms.

"Wasn't Batman supposed to be injured? How come he's still so strong?!"

Deathstroke brushed the bloodstains from his face where his mask had been shattered by the batarang. As a master swordsman, the one thing he could never give up was his sword, but Batman's attack was so fast that it almost knocked his sword away.

Deathstroke's claim that Adrian and Batman would fight to the death was a lie. The truth was that Adrian was beaten half to death, which is why he said they would fight to the death to save face!

Arkham Knight placed his fist behind his back and said in a chilling tone, "Batman is injured!"

Deathstroke looked at the Arkham Knight in shock, then straightened his back after realizing he was telling the truth.

What did Batman eat to enhance his fighting abilities?

Deathstroke threw away the broken mask. He thought it was a mask he had just picked up because it was Batman's. He hadn't even thought about changing it because it was a mass-produced mask given to him by his beloved daughter. Little did he know that reality would teach him a lesson.

“Knight, ask him how much longer. I don’t want to spend a day in Blackgate Prison. It would be too embarrassing for my old friend to find out.”

"You still have old friends?" Arkham Knight's electronic voice revealed doubt. Deathstroke's old friends were still alive?

Aren't they all going to hell?

Deathstroke, having understood the Arkham Knight's unspoken meaning, wanted to defend himself, but could not find a credible witness and had to give up.

I could only say, "You."

Arkham Knight: ......

He really couldn't refute it.

Ignored by the back-and-forth between Arkham Knight and Deathstroke, Batman straightened his lips and looked somber.

"Come back with me, Jason. You can't keep making this mistake!"

“I’m wrong? I never make mistakes, and I certainly won’t go back with you. Where do you want me to go? Blackgate Prison? No, someone like me would only end up in Arkham Asylum!”

The Arkham Knight sneered repeatedly, his electronic voice almost shattering.

“You have to understand that your child wants to achieve great things as he grows up. Besides, I saved the knight and trained him myself. What did you give him? Rather, what did you bring him?”

Deathstroke even made a dark joke, saying that no one who knows the inside story can say that Batman can control Arkham Knight.

Batman's only response to Deathstroke was a cold, masked face.

Deathstroke shrugged and stepped back, leaving the battlefield to the former father and son.

To Deathstroke's disappointment, the two didn't continue arguing; he thought the Knight had a lot to say to Batman.

Arkham Knight and Batman once again engaged in close combat, the two heavily armed men, each weighing over 400 pounds, exchanging blows with neither gaining nor losing.

Seeing that the Arkham Knight was getting slower and slower, Deathstroke thought it was a waste of his old bones.

What can a mentor do when his disciple is in trouble?

In order to prevent the Arkham Knight from being captured by the drugged Batman, Deathstroke cannot keep his promise to the Knight.

Where should we enter the battlefield?

Adrian went from being able to harass the boss to only being able to hear the sounds of fists and legs hitting flesh in just a few minutes. He specifically opened the system to observe the status of the Arkham Knight.

Surprisingly, I wasn't particularly angry; there was only a slight peak at a certain point, which was quite different from my initial reaction to hearing about Batman and the Vigilante's unpredictable mood swings.

What kind of magic pill did you take?

Why is today different?

Adrian had been monitoring Arkham Knight's emotions, and the fact that Arkham Knight would lose control of his emotions whenever Batman was around only intensified over time.

He estimated that Arkham Knight would only return to normal if Batman died.

Why hasn't Nightwing arrived at the center of the stage yet?

Adrian pulled out his walkie-talkie. "Was the person sent down? What was the result?"

The bitter voice of his subordinate was like that of a ghost, fragile and fleeting.

"They were all sent down, but Nightwing knocked them all unconscious, without exception, and he still looks like he can fight!"

"Stop talking nonsense," Adrian thought to himself. Nightwing hadn't lost his ability to move, so of course he could fight, just easier than when he was at his peak.

"besides?"

Adrian wondered what his subordinate was stammering about, and who else?

"And what are you doing, you little dwarf?!"

"Pah! There's also Robin, you ignorant outsider!" The person who snatched the communicator shouted loudly.

"Boss, Nightwing and Robin are too ruthless. We were almost completely wiped out. What do we do, boss?"

"......"

Adrian wondered how he knew; the plan was dead, but the man was alive. Why was he asking him?

On the other end of the communication, his subordinates' shouting successfully made Adrian dislike being called "boss".

A voice so cold it could shatter ice shards flew towards the other side, "Why aren't you blocking their back? Don't tell me there's not a single person who can move!"

Nightwing, who was on Adrian's mind, encountered an unexpected person in the underground passage.

The two faced each other in the long, narrow passage.

Nightwing cried out, "What are you doing here?! You shouldn't be here..."