Nightwing looked at the side of the person next to him and hesitated for a moment, then said, "Actually, I think it's good to have an assistant sometimes?"

Batman opened his mouth.

"You must say you prefer to work alone."

Moses glanced at him subtly. "Indeed, most of the time I..."

"But it's a novel experience to go on night patrol with someone occasionally, right?"

"Like Catwoman?" Moses deliberately misinterpreted his meaning. "She's pretty cute when she's not busy stealing things."

"...Wait, wait, who is that?!" Humans are always easily disturbed when experiencing unexpected events one after another. Dick was overwhelmed with passion. "She does sound like a sweetheart, but her habit of stealing is not good and needs correction from her elders. So how old is she this year? Is she ten years old? Do you plan to train her from a young age?"

“…”

"Oh, Catwoman, oh, I remember." Nightwing, whose thoughts had turned to a strange place, suddenly reacted, showing an awkward but polite smile, and temporarily stopped talking, "Sorry, we were just talking about children, I thought you... forget it, it's nothing, just forget what I said just now, sorry."

Batman remained calm: "That's fine, but I hope you can control yourself and not bang your head against my car window."

Nightwing froze for a moment, and changed from using his head to charge the door to digging his toes into the ground.

"Listen to me, Nightwing." Moses said after a while, "I'm not rejecting you, it's just that you are now..."

"Master, I'm sorry to interrupt your heartwarming conversation." Alfred's rhythmic voice echoed in the car, "But I found two important events on your watch list, one on Seventh Avenue and the other at 11 o'clock in the northern part of the East Side."

"Two accidents, in opposite directions." When it came to business, Nightwing sat up straight again from his state of humiliation to death, "I think you need an assistant now."

Batman looked at him and passed him an earpiece after a while: "Go to Seventh Avenue. Don't act impulsively when you encounter the enemy. Observe their intentions first, and then wait for me to solve the problems in the East District before we act together. Do you understand?"

The young man saluted him and said, "This is really not my first day as a vigilante, Dad." He opened the door and jumped out swiftly.

Moses couldn't help but stroke his chin as he looked at his back. Where did this inexplicable fatherly love come from? He was still young, right? He was definitely not even thirty yet?

"Master?" the housekeeper said. "I think his title is quite nice. I'm starting to think about checking if the adoption agency will be open tomorrow."

He was joking, of course. Or so Moses thought.

Ye Yi really became the most active person in this usually quiet channel: "Boss, are you there? The old man just said..."

"You can call me Penny-Penny, Little Mister."

"Okay, no problem. Is this a new title?"

Batman's voice, which always chills the atmosphere, interrupted their conversation: "Nightwing, get to the point."

"Okay," Nightwing replied, "I just want to know what you're focusing on lately? It doesn't seem like it's the path to Arkham?"

"I suspect that Quincy Sharp, the dean of Arkham, is planning a conspiracy." Batman answered, and there was a sound of wind roaring from him. "He secretly contacted many high-level domestic politicians, intending to build a city within a city, imprison all criminals inside, and use this method to win votes to compete for the position of mayor of Gotham. But the movement of the funding chain behind this is somewhat illogical. Last month, a large amount of US dollars was transferred to a mutant shelter in New Mexico. After that, the movements of the gangs were also very strange. I must find out their real purpose. This may also explain to me who provided the Titan test agent that Xiao Chou brought out when he escaped from prison last time."

"It's beyond my expectation. But it's in line with Batman's style." Nightwing was almost at his destination. He whispered, "If one of my friends could write his homework half as fast as Batman gathers intelligence, our teacher would be ecstatic and celebrate with champagne."

Batman: "Are you serious?"

Alfred: "Thank you, Nightwing. By the way, Batman has a large collection of alcohol, although he never drinks."

"Tsk." Moses said sternly, stopping their inappropriate laughter.

"I'm here," Nightwing said, "but there's no activity at the moment."

He squinted his eyes and lay on a row of containers in the warehouse, looking around in the moonlight. No matter how he looked, there was only one breathing creature within a hundred meters.

"Stay there and don't move. Don't expose your position." Batman said slowly, with a series of unknown gunshots in the background.

Nightwing wanted to ask him if he needed help, but now there was half a city between them, and it was inconvenient to talk and distract each other.

After a long fifteen minutes, the gunfire stopped.

Alfred asked, "Are you all right?"

"It's okay." Batman's voice was still steady.

Nightwing heaved a sigh of relief, only to then realize that he had been concentrating on the battle on the other side with bated breath, and had not noticed what was happening around him.

He quietly stuck half of his head out to see if there was anyone nearby, and caught a glimpse of a young boy with a red barrel on his head to cover his face, lying not far from him. Because of the angle of view, the other party had not discovered Nightwing yet, and was looking down tensely. He was holding a MAC10 submachine gun in his arms. Considering that this was Ge Tan, he was probably the real deal.

Down below, in the center of the warehouse, two guys were secretly trading. The people they were trading with were in woven bags, and they would occasionally move. They were surrounded by a large group of fully armed guards.

The moment he counted the number of people, Dick Grayson's heart sank.

**

Batman is a different story.

Apparently he had become quite famous in Gotham in the last month, and when the bat-shaped shadow hit the wall, most of the criminals started to panic, swearing and firing randomly, giving Moses the opportunity to pick them off one by one.

As he aimed the batarang at the last sane person left, he quickly raised his hands and yelled, "Hey wait! I'm not with them!"

Moses paused and asked, "Who are you?"

"...I think we have the same goal. Are you here to investigate them?"

"Who. Are. You?" Batman said word by word and took two steps forward.

"My name is Bruce Banner, and I'm a physicist! Please stop and don't come any closer, otherwise I'm not sure what will happen!" The man who looked like a researcher with his arms still raised said nervously, "Sorry, I'm not threatening you, Batman. The Gotan newspaper mentioned your name, and many Gotan people have talked about you. I know you are a good person, but I can't control my temper..."

Seeing Batman standing there without moving, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Here's what happened. I heard that someone in New Mexico was doing illegal human experiments under the pretext of housing mutants, trying to develop a drug that could turn people into monsters. This might have something to do with me. So I spent a few weeks rushing back to China from India, and with the help of a friend, I tracked down Gotan. I guess your goal is to find them too, right?"

The Dark Knight of Gotham looked him over. "Why do you think you have anything to do with this?"

Dr. Banner didn't want to speak at first.

They were in a stalemate for about half a minute. Finally, under the unwavering gaze, the doctor raised his hand to cover half of his face and said painfully: "I'm afraid they got inspiration from me."

Batman wanted to say something, but at this moment Nightwing's distorted voice came from the headset: "Batman!! Emergency! I need support here!"