Day 26 of customs clearance

"TT".

Robin crossed his arms and refused to answer Nightwing.

If he hadn't been keeping an eye on Red Robin, he would have missed the action between Nightwing and Red Robin today.

He had long seen that there was more to Nightwing and Red Robin than met the eye, that they actually wanted to deceive the great son of the devil!

That wretched Red Robin, that wretched Nightwing.

"Robin, I mean, leave now, leave the tunnel immediately, and go back to the Batcave!"

"What on earth are you guys up to? Does Batman know anything about this?"

Robin remained unmoved. And what's with this underground labyrinth around the chemical plant?!

After jumping down into the underground passage with Nightwing, he also lost his way and gradually lost his bearings.

Robin, who had received drug resistance training, only knew that a certain substance had been added to the torches burning in the underground passage.

It's not fatal, but staying inside for a long time can gradually cause a loss of direction, and in severe cases, it can even lead to delusions and loss of mobility.

Knowing that Robin wouldn't go back, Nightwing could only press his forehead. He didn't know why, but after entering the dungeon, his head started to ache faintly, and his thinking ability stopped.

He doesn't know where he contracted the virus; it's not a big problem for now, but that doesn't mean there's no problem at all.

Nightwing softened his tone and advised, "Little D, this is not the place for you now. It's not too late to turn back."

"TT, the entrance has disappeared."

Robin frowned impatiently. He only answered him because it was Nightwing. If it were Red Robin, Robin would have slashed him with his sword.

Nightwing should be thankful for this.

"...Stay close to me."

Nightwing had nothing to say. He warned Robin, "Be careful of enemies in the passage. They will take turns attacking you to wear you down. We don't know when we will find the exit."

"Enemies? Those thugs who appeared out of nowhere?"

Robin wasn't interested in chickens and dogs that could be crushed with a single blow; they were just defeated opponents.

Robin wondered if Nightwing valued them so highly because they possessed important information he was unaware of.

"Little D".

Nightwing was very helpless. The young Robin was brave and fearless, and didn't know fear. It was fine for him when he was still a teenager, but he was too impulsive and reckless when it came to his work as a vigilante at night.

“TT, hurry up and go,” Robin turned and walked forward, not wanting to hear Nightwing’s long speech.

"What are you and Red Robin investigating? Isn't Red Robin supposed to be in logistics? Why has Father finally decided to kick him out of the house?"

Robin, who went to summer camp, couldn't understand why her home had become so mysterious after she was away for a week.

Batman spends all his time in the Batcave, and Red Robin adds that although he hates Red Robin, he should normally stay in the Batcave to provide technical support, instead of just being responsible for Wayne Enterprises' work.

Even the oracle troublemaker wasn't active in the bat swarm.

Something's really wrong.

Robin, who had been monitoring the rest of the Bat family, sensed something was wrong and immediately left the school to play house. Without asking for leave, Robin asked if Bruce was there if there was a problem.

Batman, currently battling Arkham Knight and Deathstroke, has no idea what terrifying home visit call awaits him.

Perhaps because the two had dealt with too many enemies ahead, the road was now deserted, with only a few people appearing at key locations to either force or lure them onto the predetermined route.

Nightwing and Robin realized that the opposing team had changed commanders. Instead of using overwhelming numbers, this time they wanted to force them into a real trap.

At the familiar crossroads, a familiar enemy appears.

Nightwing and Robin exchanged a glance. One lunged at their opponent, while the other ran down another path to find a way out of their predicament.

Nightwing wedged the Kalili stick into the wrist of a thug whose face was bruised and swollen, and skillfully interrogated him:

"What did the Knights of Arkham ask you to do? What is their purpose?"

The thug, his face bruised and swollen, mumbled, "I recognize you, Nightwing. Why don't you just knock me out? I was only ordered by the boss to come and block you. I don't know anything."

The content came from the bottom of his heart and was truly heartfelt; he really didn't know.

The thugs, mistakenly accused of resisting severe punishment, were given a good beating by Nightwing and passed out peacefully. God above, it wasn't that he didn't want to know, but that the boss hadn't been involved at all!

Having witnessed everything, Adrian sent the surveillance footage to his squad leader so he could see his men.

The guilt and worry in the squad leader made him want to bury his head in the ground. How did a Nightwing fan end up in his squad?!

The squad leader eventually included him in the Gotham Characters Encyclopedia, and assigned him to the Nightwing Fan Club of the Bat Vigilantes.

Robin, who was rushing towards another path, turned around without hesitation.

"Is it not feasible?"

"TT, we're blocked. We can only move forward."

...

Adrian tapped the railing. "Did you spot someone breaking into the clock tower?"

Thankfully, it wasn't a real oracle; otherwise, the oracle-bat vigilante wouldn't be perfect.

The team leader said nervously, "He destroyed all the surveillance cameras, so we couldn't see anything."

"It could also be her."

"That's not important. Go back and check if the oracle is still there. I need to turn on live video, and we need to be quick!"

They know about the feint attack tactic, but when it happens to them and their future is at stake, a few will carefully discern the truth from falsehood.

Some people say they trust you and rely on you, but secretly they're losing your favorability.

Adrian wondered when Arkham Knights' favorability rating would ever return to ninety if he didn't achieve something soon!

Adrian tried to recall where his favorability rating started to drop. Was it because dismembering the Oracle into eight pieces was too cruel?

Dismembering the enemy into 180 pieces wouldn't be cruel enough. Adrian genuinely cared for the Arkham Knights, so why should the villain uphold the protagonist's principles?!

Adrian was unaware that he was becoming increasingly addicted to 'games'; he only thought that he was doing it to win a game.

However, for observers, no one who has given their heart will easily give up after encountering failure.

The long-awaited Nightwing surprised Adrian; the character model was just as good as those of Arkham Knight and Batman.

Nightwing stood in front of Robin, looking up at the high platform.

Where is the oracle?

Adrian, dragging his broken leg, leaned on the armrest and lazily said into the microphone:

"Well, the hero saves the damsel in distress, and even comes with a free gift."

Robin, whom Adrian called a "gift," gripped the hilt of his sword tightly. "I'll make you pay for your trash talk!"

"We'll see, boss, please."

Adrian turned sideways and respectfully handed the remote control to the Arkham Knight who suddenly appeared behind him.

The Arkham Knight fiddled with the remote control, glancing at the two tense figures below the stage, and asked, "How will the drug affect the human body? I don't want them to die."

The cold, electronic voice was as usual, but Adrian sensed a different emotion within it, and the favorability rating display, which had been turned on, began to fluctuate again.

Adrian's face stiffened as he looked at him. Was their boss having an affair with them?

"The effects of the medicine will be metabolized by the body in the later stages, so there is no need to worry."

It takes much longer than the normal metabolic time.

After the favorability rating slowly recovered, Adrian finally breathed a sigh of relief, comforting himself that his boss always had his reasons for doing things.

However, Adrian really wanted to ask how the Arkham Knight's personality was generated, or if the games he had played were not intelligent enough and not as flexible as Arkham Knight.

Before Adrian could come up with a solution, Deathstroke's voice came through the headset: "Batman has already entered the dungeon. If you keep dawdling and wait for him to arrive, you'll be making your escape in a sorry state, one against three!"

The Arkham Knight glanced at Adrian, who was leaning on a cane with one hand and had no fighting ability.

Adrian looked up at the sky and down at the ground. "Boss, Deathstroke is right. I'd better hurry up."

Given that Adrian had no courage to deceive him, the Knight of Arkham pressed a button, and an ominous green gas instantly filled the arena.

Nightwing and Robin collapsed to the ground before they could react; the poison was extremely effective, even more so than Adrian had anticipated.

"Boss, we should go. Batman is on his way soon. Now is not the time to get entangled with him."

Adrian was also marveling at his own luck; without the Scarecrow legacy, he might have had to rely on Boss or Deathstroke to deal with Nightwing and Robin.

If Batman finds the entrance in a few more minutes, he won't be able to easily capture Nightwing and Robin.

If any link in the chain is missing, they cannot be caught.

"Wait, hand Robin over to me."

Adrian: "?" What does he want?

"No mistake, I'm taking Robin with me."

“Mr. Wilson, Nightwing and Robin are indispensable to the boss’s plan, you can’t take him away.”

Adrian stopped the mercenary who wanted to take Robin away, saying, "You don't have a proper reason. I'll tell the boss."

Deathstroke knew Adrian was angry; he rarely addressed people by their last name, and if he did, it meant he was angry.

Deathstroke had his reasons: "I discussed it with the Knights of Arkham, and we'll gain more by taking Robin away."

That seemingly aged face held an arrogance that could make you want to punch it.

Adrian: "The reason? I need to know the reason, or forget about it."

"That won't work."

Adrian's face fell. "Then I can't either."

Just when things were at a standstill, the voice of the Arkham Knight descended from the sky to save people from dire straits, but unfortunately, it wasn't Adrian he saved.

"Robin will be handed over to the League of Assassins in exchange for more and more advanced weapons. Nightwing and his men are enough to handle the hostages."

More and better weapons, a wealthy organization—Adrian weighed the pros and cons, "How much?"

"Enough to take down the whole of Gotham."

Deathstroke added slowly, "The young master of the Assassin's Guild is very valuable."

Adrian waved him away, saying that even a second's hesitation would be disrespectful to money, though of course he wasn't doing it for the money.

But the Assassin's Guild? That's a new map.

Watching the departing figures of Arkham Knight and Deathstroke, Adrian rested his chin on his hand, deep in thought. There was even a map outside Gotham.

Deathstroke, having successfully taken Robin, said to the Arkham Knight:

"Are you really handing Damian over to the League of Assassins? What if that kid tells your brothers? That would cause an uproar."

Arkham Knight: "Of course not, he deserves more."

The death knell applauded: "Strike one more stroke."

The drowsy Robin overheard Arkham Knight and Deathstroke talking and roared, "How dare you!"

"He woke up so quickly. The scarecrow's poison gas wasn't that bad."

Deathstroke held down Robin, who was trying to struggle, and said, "Damian, Talia gave us a lot of benefits before taking you away. Don't make us go back on our word."

"TT, a coward who only dares to hide behind a mask, a traitor to the Assassin's Guild, who gave you the guts!"

One sentence alludes to a person; no wonder he's a devil's offspring. Deathstroke's smile is sinister; no one would object to him, as the uncle, teaching his nephew a lesson!

On the contrary, the Arkham Knight did not react at all. He had already seen what a terrible character Damian was during his time with the League of Assassins.

Undeniably, he is now a coward behind the mask, the scar on his left cheek burning darkly.

The silent base was filled with the argument between Robin and Deathstroke behind him, but the Arkham Knight didn't care. He knew it was almost over.

...

Oracle, Troublemaker, Nightwing—Adrian counted the names, realizing he was still missing Red Robin.

Robin has been replaced, so let's fill the gap with Red Robin.

But Adrian began to think about how to capture Red Robin, since he hadn't seen him that night.

They must be very hard-hearted, not even caring about their companions.

But if he captures Wayne or Wayne Jr., will Red Robin appear?

Adrian thought it was feasible more and more, but his subordinate reminded him that the whereabouts of both the elder and younger Waynes were unpredictable and difficult to stake out, while the younger Wayne was easier to catch due to his fixed spawn point.

I suggest arresting Young Master Wayne.