Day 28 of customs clearance
The silver-white building was heavily guarded on both sides, with sentries every five or ten steps. A seemingly slender figure appeared in a corner near the building.
The troublemakers who had repeatedly explored the base felt that Nightwing was treated quite well, unlike her and Oracle who were just randomly locked up in a medical room.
The moment the alarm sounded as she stormed into the clock tower, the troublemaker knew her operation had failed. The mercenaries' hesitant movements during the chase made her vaguely realize that the Arkham Knights' goal was at least not to kill her immediately.
After weighing the pros and cons, the troublemaker, following Red Robin's Plan E, turned the tables and was captured by the mercenaries.
Perhaps the ease with which she was captured made them lower their guard, and in any case, she eventually managed to infiltrate the Arkham Knights' headquarters and meet the Oracle.
But the Oracle has been unconscious. What went wrong? The troublemaker's face was grave beneath his mask.
Before the troublemaker could even react, the devastating news that followed was that Nightwing had been captured. Given his high level of threat, he was imprisoned in the deepest part of the base.
Disruptors: ...
She's determined to make fun of Nightwing after she gets out. Didn't we agree to stick to the plan and not get entangled with the enemy?
The troublemaker didn't understand. Had he encountered some unexpected event on his way to his mission that even verbal attacks were effective?
The guards were in the process of changing shifts, and the troublemaker suppressed her doubts, waiting for the Arkham Knight and his men to come out.
If only one person comes out, then today's operation will be a failure. She will first take the Oracle and make a tactical retreat, and then have Red Robin rescue the person when they reunite.
The troublemaker took advantage of the guards' inattention and hid in a blind spot of the surveillance cameras.
Batman above, I hope she and Nightwing are luckier.
Perhaps Batman isn't a god, and in matters of luck, he can't protect the troublemakers.
Inside the prison.
In the interrogation room, Arkham Knight and Nightwing sat at opposite ends of the table.
The Arkham Knight retorted without hesitation: "You can't wait to hear what I have to say, are you going to betray your Batman father and surrender to me?"
"If it weren't for these things, there would be no need for us to meet."
Nightwing stared at the young man who had taken off his helmet after entering the interrogation room. He was tall with a white streak on his forehead and dark green pupils.
The domino bone mask on his face looked incredibly familiar—no, it was the face beneath the domino bone that looked familiar. Nightwing calmly recalled whether he had seen him before.
He had never seen it before.
Nightwing didn't know whether he had met with other Bat-family vigilantes before he appeared in Gotham, but Nightwing needed to keep him calm in order to have more opportunities to test him.
"Sir Arkham, where is the Oracle? Let me see the Oracle first, or else there's nothing more to discuss."
Nightwing clenched his fists, appearing fearless of authority but concerned for his companions, leading people to mistakenly believe that he was willing to compromise as long as his companions were in his hands.
Arkham Knight: "..."
"So many years have passed and you're still putting on an act," Arkham Knight sneered. He came today to witness Nightwing's humiliation, not to negotiate or make a deal with him.
It's true that he values his trusted companions, but Nightwing betrayed Batman? Arkham Knight doesn't even need to think about it—that's a lie.
Do you think you have the right to negotiate with me?
A surge of impulse welled up within the Arkham Knight as he noticed Nightwing's perfectly feigned expression.
His tone was seductive, like the serpent in the Bible that tempted Eve to pick the forbidden fruit.
"Nightwing, look at me again. Don't you really recognize me?"
It was too late when the Arkham Knight tried to take it back. Nightwing was so captivated by his words that he seemed to want to tear him apart and examine every single one of his bones to see if there were any traces he recognized.
Height may change, and faces may develop, but bones never lie.
But Nightwing only noticed that the Arkham Knight's back had suffered a very severe blow, and he was just one step away from being permanently disabled. Even now, the scars from the past can still be seen.
The faint J-shaped scar on his face, visible even under the searchlight, brought back unpleasant memories for Nightwing.
In Gotham, there is only one villain whose name begins with J—the Joker.
He was a victim of the Joker.
However, after Nightwing finished thinking, he still felt a heavy weight in his heart. The world seemed to be covered by a thin veil, preventing him from seeing the truth. His body was frantically warning him, but he couldn't shout it out.
Every time Nightwing tries to break through the blockade and reveal his name, he forgets.
He was wondering, did he know him? What was his name?
Nightwing felt pain; why was this happening?
The souls seem to be wailing, those who have been mocked by fate, no one should end up like this.
Seeing that Nightwing's expression was no longer feigned, but rather blank and sad, the Arkham Knight thought that this was how it should be. He was unhappy that those who had abandoned and hated him could act as if nothing had happened!
Nightwing gazed intently at the Knight of Arkham with his eyes as clear as the sky:
"I feel like we must have met somewhere before. If I've forgotten, I'm sorry. I hope you can give me a hint."
"If I have done anything wrong in the past, I apologize to you again."
The Arkham Knight's sneer vanished in an instant, replaced by a straight, pursed smile. He retorted, "Apologize? You actually apologize?"
Would that arrogant and contemptuous Golden Robin apologize to him?
Nightwing was puzzled by the ghostly gaze of the Arkham Knight. He had caused such great harm to someone in the past, yet he still couldn't forget it?
Suddenly, the Arkham Knight frowned, stood up, and pressed down on his tactical headset with one hand.
He glanced back at Nightwing, his eerie green eyes like two deep pools.
In a flash, Nightwing blurted out, "Jason?"
As soon as Nightwing finished speaking, he was struck dumb, as if by lightning. Jason? Which Jason? Wasn't he already dead?!
When the Arkham Knight heard that bewildered cry, he felt no emotion; he recognized him.
The sound of his boots hitting the floor echoed in the corridor. What good would it do to recognize him? It was too late.
Adrian, who was guarding the door, followed closely behind the Arkham Knight as soon as he came out.
Arkham Knight: "What do you mean by 'unexpected'?"
Adrian explained, "Boss, Deathstroke sent word that the Joker virus-infected have suddenly taken over Arkham Asylum, Batman is missing, and our plan to take over Gotham has been interrupted. We're at a loss and waiting for you to handle things."
"Understood, I'll handle it at Arkham Asylum."
"What should we do with Nightwing and the others?"
Without hesitation, the Arkham Knight said, "Nightwing is useless. I don't want to see him on Earth again. After you've dealt with the three vigilantes, contact Deathstroke and let him assign you the next task."
"Yes, boss!"
Adrian stood still as he saw the Arkham Knight off, and the system prompted him to accelerate the plot and participate in the finale as soon as possible.
Adrian:
I really want to know how the game designers came up with such a 'genius' idea, completely disregarding the players' lives and deaths, and frantically speeding up the progress to the finale.
He summoned his men and inquired about Nightwing's condition, emphasizing that the most urgent task was to deal with them quickly.
His subordinate glanced at Nightwing, who looked dejected in the cell on the monitor, but couldn't see anything wrong.
“Take Nightwing and Oracle out and deal with them together, the further away the better.”
"How far is 'the eldest brother'? Where are we taking him and the Oracle?"
Where to send it?
Adrian pondered for a moment. Did the Arkham Knights not want to meet them again on Earth? Was it just the surface meaning or did it have a deeper meaning?
His subordinate's foolish face made Adrian lose interest in discussion, and he said directly:
Is the transmitter still in the warehouse?
"Yes, yes, boss, but what's the use of it? That launcher was sponsored by Mr. Luther. It's said to use the latest generation of technology to take people into space. We can't just send them to outer space, can we?"
The subordinate hesitated, saying that the launcher's safety had not yet been tested and what if someone died? The knight leader insisted on keeping the person alive.
His subordinate was conflicted. What if the two bosses clashed over their lives? Which side should he take?
Adrian, who understands his subordinates, is worried about their intelligence.
"The boss said he doesn't want to see them on Earth, so sending them into outer space means they're no longer on Earth, right?"
His subordinates nodded frantically.
He instructed his men, "Remember to be quick. Wait until Luther has sent everyone away before you go and tell them."
Regarding the possibility of the transmitter failing and disintegrating, Adrian said that it's all over now, so let fate decide its fate!
The troublemaker, upon hearing the devastating news: Red Robin, where are you?!
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