Day 27 of customs clearance

As expected, Nightwing disappeared after entering the dungeon, and Robin also disappeared along with him. The troublemakers failed and were captured.

Red Robin marked all his brothers and sisters' actions as needing improvement in his notebook and recorded their dark history.

Back at work, countless lines of code flashed across the large screen as Red Robin worked overtime to crack the password set by Batman.

Batman has classified the data on those infected with the Joker virus, and Red Robin has lost access to the Batcave. The last time he broke into the Batcave, Batman thoroughly investigated it again, rendering all of Red Robin's backup plans useless.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been unable to decipher the data in his safe house for so long, and Red Robin wouldn't have finished his umpteenth cup of coffee.

One thing after another happened. The Arkham Knights' surveillance could only be conducted from the outside. The fact that Oracle Nightwing was tied up in the base meant that Red Robin had lost control of them.

Whether the tracker he hid on Nightwing was exposed or not was useless. The timer beside him went off, and Red Robin opened the communicator to call Superboy.

"Has the target entered Gotham?"

A lazy, incoherent voice replied: "Red Robin, the target is five minutes away from Gotham. Please hurry up and prepare."

"Note that there are dozens of people accompanying him, with Nisa Augu as the leader, making a total of eleven."

"Roger that, Superboy. Keep a close eye on the Assassin's Guild's movements."

"Received, Red Robin."

Red Robin rubbed her face after ending the call. It was Nyssa Aug who came to pick up Damian. Would the agreement between Talia and Nyssa include this?

With plenty of time to spare, Red Robin searched for relevant information from the deciphered documents. It turned out that the cooperation between Deathstroke and Talia in the Middle East had broken down again, and Talia had no choice but to cooperate with Nisha to suppress the hidden dangers caused by Deathstroke's split.

Damian was then taken to the Assassin's Guild by Nissa as a pledge of loyalty.

Red Robin reviewed the Batman Log and felt something was amiss; things were progressing too smoothly.

But Batman is still inside the Batcave, and Arkham Knight is still at his base without leaving. Something's not right.

"Red Robin, Deathstroke and Robin have appeared. Please reply upon receipt!"

"Hold on."

Dark clouds obscured the moon as fighter jets emblazoned with the Assassin Brotherhood logo slowly approached an abandoned rooftop.

On the rooftop, Deathstroke, carrying Robin, just wanted to get him away; the devilish brat was never quiet for a moment when he was awake!

Even though he was powerless, Robin still wanted to kick him a few times, which annoyed Deathstroke. If Robin hadn't been gagged, Deathstroke wouldn't have felt annoyed but rather murderous.

Deathstroke doesn't know where that brat learned so many Middle Eastern swear words from. Did Talia not choose a good teacher for Damian?

"Don't you know how to respect your elders!" Deathstroke's face darkened with resentment, but then he noticed something and his expression softened.

"Your mother is coming to pick you up. I hope you've learned your lesson this time and won't be carrying a bunch of injuries that require Batman to come and take you back to Gotham."

"..."

Robin responded to Deathstroke with an even more violent struggle and a vulgar greeting that was evident from just a glance.

Just as Deathstroke was about to receive the Assassin League's fighter jet, an unexpected incident occurred.

The sudden appearance of Superboy disrupted what should have been a no-brainer deal; he single-handedly carried the fighter jet and sped away from Gotham.

By the time everyone reacted, the fighter jets had already left Gotham and returned to the Middle East.

Assassins on fighter jets:

The death knell:

He hates Superman.

Robin stopped what he was doing. Although it was shameful to be rescued by Red Robin, he didn't have to go back to the Assassin's Guild no matter what.

He knew the League of Assassins was doomed to fail the moment Superboy appeared. Drake was no good person and even less skilled, but today he reluctantly admitted that he was worthy of being Batman's disciple.

Deathstroke glanced at the now quiet Robin, knowing what she was thinking, but said, "Don't bother, Superboy can't save you."

If Superboy wants to come, then let's try his Kryptonite!

"That's not necessarily true."

As the sound of the death knell rang out, a figure appeared at the edge of the rooftop. In the darkness, a red and black cloak hung down to the ground like the wings of a bird, and the gold "R" logo on the crossed straps on the chest was particularly eye-catching.

The moonlight, breaking free from the clouds, shone down on him, illuminating his blue eyes, which held a gentle yet sharp quality.

Deathstroke recognized Red Robin.

The successor Robin, whom the Knight hates most besides Batman, might seem like a better option if he were to tie up Red Robin and let the Knight vent his anger, given the Knight's fluctuating emotions.

Deathstroke thought it was very feasible.

Red Robin: "Deathstroke, are you sure you want to get involved in Gotham's internal affairs?"

Deathstroke: "My standing here is the best proof. I don't understand why you keep confirming it again and again."

He paused slightly, "Come and rescue Robin? You can't. Batman might be able to, but you, even Nightwing, can't take the hostage from me."

Red Robin wasn't annoyed; he seemed both helpless and prepared, as he raised his long staff.

"If we can't convince you, then let's fight!"

"Let me test your skills and see what merits Batman's newly recruited disciple has."

Red Robin knew which matter Deathstroke was referring to; a hint of helplessness flashed in his azure eyes, which were then ignited with a fierce fighting spirit.

Compared to the other vigilantes in the Bat family, he doesn't seem to be very good at hand-to-hand combat, but that doesn't mean he's useless in it.

Red Robin used his staff to deflect most of the force from Deathstroke, and then repeatedly attacked the hand that Deathstroke was controlling.

"If you don't let him go, you'll lose."

Red Robin flipped over and swept his staff horizontally, stating the facts to Deathstroke's slightly disheveled figure.

Deathstroke knew that Robin, whom he had brought along, was a burden. Not only did she make underhanded moves during battle, but she also had a perfect understanding with Red Robin, coordinating perfectly. If it weren't for his useless subordinates and his concern that Red Robin might be stolen...

"Using Robin as a shield won't work. Believe me, if Robin were in your shoes, she would have done the same thing today."

Red Robin relentlessly attacked Deathstroke, who was using Robin as a shield, while Robin struggled frantically with fire in her eyes.

Damn Drake!

Red Robin couldn't ignore Robin's murderous gaze, but to prevent Robin from assassinating him later, he still needed to explain.

He was very insincere: "Sorry, Robin, things are urgent, please bear with me, Batman will discuss it with you after this is over."

Although Robin, who was fooled by the Batman name, was still furious, his anger had lessened considerably. Realizing the seriousness of the unknown situation, he frantically interfered with Deathstroke in the ensuing battle.

Until the death knell could no longer tolerate it.

"Without Robin's interference, let's see how many moves you can last against me!"

Deathstroke drew another unsheathed steel sword. Freed from Robin's control, Deathstroke's speed increased rapidly. The steel sword flashed, leaving afterimages. Red Robin struggled to parry and was forced to retreat repeatedly.

With a series of combos, Red Robin escaped death several times from the edge of Deathstroke's blade.

After being thrown out, Robin rolled all the way to the edge of the rooftop, and her Robin suit, which was originally just wrinkled, was now dusty and gray.

Deathstroke and Robin were once members of the League of Assassins, and they used many of the same techniques. Just as Robin knew how to escape from ropes the fastest, Deathstroke also knew how to tie people up the most securely.

The rooftop was filled with flashing swords and sticks, as Deathstroke and Red Robin chased and fought each other.

Robin was keeping track of the time. The gap between Red Robin and Deathstroke couldn't be bridged in a short time. When Red Robin was exhausted, that would be the time when Deathstroke would capture them both.

Robin frowned and yanked hard on his wrist, ready to break free of the ropes by severing his wrist, when a pair of elusive hands picked him up and ran away.

"Stop it!"

A furious shout echoed through the night as Deathstroke kicked Red Robin aside and charged straight at the thief who had tried to steal the hostage while he was fighting.

The kryptonite he was about to pull out was knocked away by an R-shaped dart. Deathstroke knew the principle of not turning back in battle, but when faced with the above situation, it was hard for him not to turn back.

Red Robin, who had just been dodging in a disheveled manner, shook her winged cape and smiled:

See you next time.

"Hey old man, take this!"

The death knell spun back and cleaved the incoming projectiles—wait a minute!

Deathstroke retreated repeatedly, but the canned object he had destroyed was also destroyed, and the pepper spray inside was sprayed out due to the external force, covering Deathstroke's head and face.

Death Knell: ?

When Deathstroke reopened his eyes, Superboy Robin and Red Robin were nowhere to be seen on the rooftop.

He underestimated his opponent; Deathstroke was furious.

Even after escaping, Red Robin asked Superboy, "Where did you get your pepper?"

He was curious where Kang had found it, and even though Red Robin was retreating at the time, he couldn't help but feel nauseous from the super strong smell of pepper, let alone facing its death knell.

Whether it's cooking or weaponry, Superboy would never prepare pepper for himself.

Superboy, holding a Robin in each hand, looks thoughtful:

"You mean pepper powder? I saved a stall owner on my way to deliver a plane, and this was a gift he gave me as a token of his gratitude. But the smell was too strong and I didn't have anything more suitable on me, so I used it as a hidden weapon."

At this point, Superboy felt a little guilty, as it didn't seem right to just throw away the gift that people had given him.

"TT, can't you guys get to the point!"

Robin, who had been ignored for so long, was furious. Had Drake and Kent lost their minds? They were just spouting nonsense. Who knew where a can of pepper came from?!

Superboy, interrupted by Robin, wasn't annoyed. He asked his partner:

"Where should we go now? Should we rescue Nightwing or take Robin back to the Batcave first?"

"Go rescue Nightwing first. The troublemaker has already entered the base. She will bring Oracle Nightwing to join us."

As they were speaking, a huge bat-shaped fighter jet flew in from afar.