Day 31 of customs clearance

"Brother, I think you're the one who needs help more."

Superboy, who had lost too much blood, looked up and gave a sheepish smile. "It was just a small mistake. I'm sorry you had to laugh at me."

The troublemaker's blond hair gleamed in the sunlight, and Superboy finally understood why people saved by vigilantes liked them.

Nightwing, who had been rescued, helped Superboy up. "Leave the battlefield to them; we won't disturb their fight."

Nightwing, whose effects from the drug have not yet worn off, is temporarily unable to withstand high-intensity combat. Instead of charging forward and becoming a burden, he should retreat and hand over the battlefield to his comrades.

"You're right, but there are too many people at the base..."

Superboy hesitated for a moment, but Nightwing interrupted his worries.

"Xiao Hong is on her way, trust them."

"Alright, alright," Superboy said helplessly, "It would be too embarrassing for Red Robin to see me looking like this."

"Get rid of the boys, can we stop chatting in the middle of the battlefield? At least find a safe place."

The troublemaker kicked away the mercenaries who rushed at him and warned Superboy and Nightwing, who were supporting each other.

"TT, Kryptonian."

Robin's tone was hard to decipher, but the mockery in it was impossible to hide.

A sly fish slipped through the net in a blind spot, attempting to take advantage of the troublemakers and Robin's inability to react and attack Superboy and Nightwing, whose fighting power has been greatly reduced.

He was right; the easiest people to deal with on the scene were the seriously injured Superboy and the still-recovering Nightwing.

However, Robin won't give him the chance!

He took the opportunity to step onto the chest of the mercenary he was fighting, and spun 360 degrees in the air, blocking the mercenary's path as he tried to break through.

"You want to break through my blockade? Have you even asked my sword first!"

The blade in Robin's hand gleamed, illuminating his cold, sinister green eyes.

For a moment, the mercenary thought he had seen mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

His feeling was not a misperception. The mercenary was Deathstroke's subordinate, so he naturally recognized who Robin was and also learned some inside information from Deathstroke's side.

The young master of the Assassin's Guild has maintained his position for many years without wavering, or rather, anyone who dared to challenge his position is dead.

Perhaps someone can take on two at once, but what happens when the number of people reaches hundreds or thousands?

Some say it's beyond human capability, but the superhero world doesn't follow normal rules. The mercenaries, whose fighting strength was largely depleted by Superboy, were powerless against the Gotham Vigilantes.

It's all about who can last the longest now; the last one standing wins!

During the intense battle, the massive Red Robin-exclusive fighter jet landed at the base.

The troublemaker delivered a powerful punch to the mercenary who had been drawn to the Red Robin fighter jet.

The mountain-like body crashed to the ground, kicking up dust, and the troublemaker's voice rang out: "Oh God, you've finally come looking for us. I don't want to get entangled with them any longer."

Despite the forced connection to the communication channel, Red Robin's voice remained gentle and steady, forever calm and always reliable.

"Robin, the troublemaker, be careful and put on your gas mask."

Disruptor: ?

"TT, so mysterious."

Robin reluctantly put on the gas mask, feeling disgusted that Red Robin had forcibly pulled her into the channel.

Although it was a necessary step for Red Robin to carry out her operation, Robin and the troublemaker each grabbed one of them, pulling Superboy and Nightwing out of the center of the battlefield.

He couldn't do anything about being attacked indiscriminately by Red Robin. When he stopped, Robin asked, "Nightwing, why are you still so heavy even though you eat cereal every day?"

Nightwing gave an awkward laugh, but didn't reply.

Fortunately, Robin was just asking casually and didn't intend to pursue the matter further. Otherwise, Nightwing wouldn't have known how to answer Robin's question, since he didn't eat cereal every day.

Six days a week, one day off – that doesn't count as every day.

The giant smoke bombs dropped from the fighter jets effectively subdued all the mercenaries present, and even Superboy and Nightwing, who were far away, felt their bodies go weak.

The figure of the young man with the wing-like cape gradually became clearer through the smoke; it was the appearance of Red Robin, but...

Something's not right.

The troublemaker, Robin, and Nightwing exchanged a glance and became alert.

Red Robin appeared before them with the same demeanor as always, and even the way he raised his hand and brandished his stick was so familiar.

But something was wrong from the moment Red Robin reminded them.

Red Robin had never paid any attention to them before, at most giving them a verbal warning.

Being persecuted by one's own people only leaves behind a dark history that the bats laugh at. Here, I'd like to specifically mention Red Robin, who is full of evil and loves to see people make a fool of themselves.

The troublemakers and others maintained a tacit distance from Red Robin.

Red Robin took a step forward, and the troublemaker pushed Robin and Nightwing, who was unable to fight, backward.

"Red Robin, did you meet the Joker or Batman at Wayne Manor?!"

"I didn't expect you to have noticed something was wrong."

Red Robin spoke calmly, but his once clear blue eyes were now tainted with green, and the madness within them sent chills down the spines of the vigilantes present.

He didn't answer the troublemakers' questions; rather than calling him Red Robin, he was more like yet another Joker virus infected.

“My dear brothers and sisters, tell me where the oracle is,” Red Robin said with a huge smile. “A family should be together, and I’m sure Batman will welcome you.”

“Little Red, you…” Nightwing hesitated, unable to finish his sentence.

"TT, you're trash!"

Robin was angry, worried, and resentful; his expression was complex and hard to discern, making it difficult to say which emotion dominated.

He bypassed the troublemakers and drew his sword to slash at the infected Red Robin.

Just a trip back to Wayne Manor has resulted in this mess, not to mention the addition of some random 'Batman'...

Robin decides to teach Red Robin a lesson.

Once Batman returns, have him revoke Red Robin's night patrol privileges. Wait until Red Robin can protect himself before discussing vigilante duties again!

That wretched Red Robin!!

*

Adrian completely forgot about the base when he requisitioned the Arkham Knights' beloved car.

The more anxious a person becomes, the more their mind goes blank, the more lost they feel about the future, the system prompt turns into a warning, and the important characters in the game are in a life-or-death crisis.

Adrian spared some attention to look at the system map, which showed a base in the opposite direction from his own.

Someone else joined the battle later on, but it had nothing to do with him.

Adrian continued to twist the throttle, increasing the horsepower. The modified motorcycle had an extremely high speed limit, but ten minutes was the limit for the modified motorcycle to travel from the base to Arkham Asylum.

The damp wind brushed against my cheeks and through my arms, bringing news of rain. Half of Gotham was raining, and the other half was being affected.

Who lives in Arkham Asylum?

There was a severely wounded Arkham Knight, a clown who was four dead and one barely clinging to life, and a laughing bat.

This is the scene that the death knell found when it arrived.

“The Joker is a menace…” he said to the Arkham Knight as he helped him up.

Look at that scarlet mouth, those cheeks painted white like paint, five lying down and one standing with the exact same face. Deathstroke really wanted to ask Gotham if they had a grudge against the Joker.

One of the men standing there was even a key member of the force that had once suppressed the Joker.

Deathstroke: "Knight, when did Batman get infected with the Joker virus? If he's beyond saving, what do we do with him?"

Deathstroke is seeking the opinions of the person involved; no matter how much he denies it, he cannot erase the father-son relationship between the Knight and Batman.

Arkham Knight remained silent, only offering sarcastic remarks, "Ha, Batman didn't kill, could he have imagined he'd end up like this?!"

The Arkham Knight's icy blue full-face helmet had long been used as a weapon to attack Batman, leaving only a domino bone mask covering the upper half of his face.

The corners of his mouth, exposed to the cold, tried to curve into a smile but couldn't.

Anyone who knows the inside story won't be laughing.

How could Batman be defeated!

The Arkham Knight's hands and feet were cold; he figured it was probably from blood loss...

"It's Deathstroke who's here, my good son. It seems you two get along very well. You should be happy to have you two keep me company once you become one of my men, haha—"

Batman, half-hidden in blood and gore, laughed maniacally, pleased with his own thoughtful idea.

"Companionship? Happiness? Me?" Deathstroke asked, then changed his tone, "I'm willing to serve a knight, but you're dreaming if you think a knight will turn into a monster like you!"

Arkham Knight agreed with what Deathstroke said:

"Deathstroke is right, if you become a clown like yourself, you might as well be dead!"

"HHH—funny—HHH..."

The laughing Batman grinned from ear to ear, "My dear son, you've really hurt me. Why didn't you obediently let me convert you like Tim did?"

"However, if you are unwilling, I, as your father, can only let you die. Of course, not truly die; you will transform into another form and stay by my side."

The laughing Batman is so engrossed in his own fantasy that he is oblivious to the world around him.

Even when battling injuries, the Laughing Batman remains the Laughing Batman.

Just a second before the death knell fell, he was still praying that the knight's treacherous sycophantic left and right hands would arrive at the asylum and retrieve his prepared backup plan.

Deathstroke, who has witnessed the power of the Joker virus infected and has also fought Batman, knew that he couldn't destroy him by himself, so he had to suppress him with firepower and wipe everything out.

That's all he can do, sorry Knight.

A pang of regret crossed Deathstroke's mind, and then the world fell silent.

The moment the faction mission fails is the moment the Arkham Knight dies.

Is it really possible for someone to stab someone's chest cavity with their bare hand?

Adrian felt he could brag to his friends about having witnessed this side of himself.

Adrian, detached from the game, pressed the death knell one second before the Arkham Knight's official death, preparing his counter-attack.

On that day, countless Gotham citizens witnessed a massive mushroom cloud rising from Arkham Asylum, the sound echoing throughout the entire city.

—Completed the first playthrough side quest: The Laughing Batman—