Chapter 92: Ge Tan at Night

System: “It’s true.”

Batman certainly wouldn't do something stupid like pinching himself to see if he was dreaming.

But he still felt that between him and Nightwing, at least one of them should not be standing here.

This shock even made him not walk in the door immediately, but stood at the door like a frightened herbivore, until a white mask saw his shadow and immediately signaled to Nightwing in the middle of the field: "Your opponent has arrived. Go say hello?"

Dick looked up at the sound.

Although he appeared to be resilient and had no worries before, he was actually worried and thinking about many things.

For example, the court intends to let him continue to deal with shady and dirty work, which will further separate him from his superhero identity. Another example is that the court has a tradition of verifying the strength of new members, and he needs to defeat two-digit claws to obtain the title of elite captain.

He was still thinking about how he could convince them to take him to see Bruce after gaining their trust. It would be a scene like a god descending from heaven. The court would never expect Nightwing to turn against them, and Batman would have a tacit helper. With their combined strength, it would be no problem to get out of this gloomy underground maze.

But the current situation is very different from the expected secret contact.

There were about fifty or sixty White Masks and Claws, all watching silently.

Dick's greeting and explanation, which were about to come out of his mouth, suddenly got stuck: "..."

Seeing that they were silent, a white masked man asked in a friendly tone, "Why, Mr. Wayne, haven't you ever seen your adopted son in uniform?"

There was a secret laugh among the crowd.

One of the younger boys said, "Who would have thought that their eldest son who stayed out all night would actually be a chivalrous man in a tights. Oh, I forgot to mention that Richard Grayson is no longer a masked vigilante, but one of us. Isn't that right, Nightwing?"

Moses:"……"

He was unusually confused, and had no idea how things had developed to this point in less than 24 hours since he left home.

Let’s not discuss whether it is true or not.

It's impossible that Nightwing suddenly joined the court, right? They are not a pyramid scheme that randomly recruits people by handing out flyers on the street.

But if the two parties had been secretly in contact for a long time, leaving aside the emotional factors, Moses believed that such behavior could not have been hidden from his eyes.

Dick gritted his teeth and thought: The bastard still talks too much nonsense and does too little homework.

Once he has a chance to compare the boy's voice print to find out his true identity, Dick is willing to take the initiative to reserve a top VIP bed at Gotan Hospital.

But the problem is that now he can't be sure who will lie down first, himself or the other person.

Think of a solution, Dick! You said you wouldn't encounter anything more embarrassing than working with Xiaoba after a fight!

Yesterday you felt like you were getting better at handling unexpected situations!

At this moment, a claw walked down from the shadows and whispered in Nightwing's ear in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Bruce Wayne is quite skilled. Try to fight him and see if you can lure out Batman."

Nightwing: “…”

He uttered through his teeth: "Batman is here?"

Claw: "Yes. Don't worry, we will take care of him."

Forget it.

Why does this stupid organization even exist?

Dick felt a moment of despair.

He walked to the side of the duel stage in full view of everyone, opened his arms and made an inviting gesture to the black-haired young man in front of the door: "Please."

Those steel-blue eyes cast a thoughtful gaze, falling on his black mask.

What is Bruce thinking now?

Dick stretched the muscles on his arms, like an eagle perched on a treetop, ready to fly. Only he knew the embarrassment hidden under the calmness. He had never felt that his hair was so strong. The black hair on his temples was a little curly, and now it was poking his cheeks and making him itch unbearably. But Dick didn't dare to move, just blinked and looked at Bruce with expectation - please, can you just say something?

But no.

The famous playboy of Gotham rolled up his sleeves slowly, maintaining the elegance and silence of a gentleman. Then he ignored Nightwing's outstretched right hand and climbed onto the duel stage alone.

In fact, Moses was having a conversation with the system in his mind at this time.

"I feel a little dizzy."

System: "It's probably a psychological effect. You usually exercise a lot and your blood lipids are not high. It's impossible for you to develop high blood pressure just by getting angry."

"...That's not what I meant." Moses calmed down. "I was waiting for the court to make a backup plan, but it seems that they have no intention of using their home advantage to set up an ambush in advance. Is there something I overlooked?"

He began to think back to the previous seven times, every time he had come into contact with the White Mask.

The court members appeared silently in every corner of the maze through the underground transmission device. Apart from the uniform masks, they wore different clothes and accessories. Another thing in common was that they all had candles burning under their feet, which illuminated the darkness within a radius of several meters and became one of the few sources of light on Moses's way forward.

Wait, candles?

There seemed to be a faint smell of smoke left in my nose, left by the melting and dripping candle tears.

Perhaps the courts are not doing nothing.

They prepared a pool of spring water of unknown origin and waited for the thirsty prey to voluntarily lower their heads to drink.

But gradually, perhaps they realized that time was running out, or perhaps they found that the young man in the maze would not surrender so easily, so they decided to change their approach.

Humans can endure going for days without drinking water, but can they also hold their breath completely?

After hearing this, the system kept silent for a while and went to retrieve data from the database.

After a moment, it said, "You are right. The same hallucinogen placed in the water and in the air has a similar effect to Scarecrow's fear gas, but the effect is not as strong."

Moses said, "If the person who did it was Jonathan Cline, I wouldn't have discovered it now."

Well, sometimes it’s an advantage that the effects are slow to take effect and not obvious.

I think the court must be quite confused.

After going back and forth for so long, with ever-increasing dosages, why does it seem like it hasn't taken effect?

Scarecrow, as the first villain who trained Batman to develop resistance to psychotropic poison, said that he didn't know whether to say "Fuck" or not.

Unfortunately, just when the court could not help but attack from covert to overt, the hallucinogen took effect.

The arena was brightly lit, the dazzling light would make any normal person uneasy. Moses only felt a vast expanse of white, with ghosts around him, owls flying everywhere, their wings flapping, their feathers falling with an ominous blood color, and the sharp laughter of the little clown could be heard from time to time.

...We haven't seen this guy in Arkham for a few months, but he can still make his presence felt in this way.

"Oh my god, isn't this baby Bruce?" The guy said in a sweet voice that gave people goosebumps, "Where is this? Why am I standing here?" Xiao Chou laughed twice, knowingly asking. After all, he was just an illusion created in Moses's brain, and it was impossible for him not to know the current situation. "Oh, let me see, the one standing opposite you is the little blue bird from the Bat's family. He wants to kill his father. What did you do to make him unhappy?"

Fortunately, the drugs in the Owl Court are less effective, and Batman's nerves are as strong as ever.

He completely ignored the little clowning who was walking around the field and chattering nonstop, and adopted an offensive and defensive stance against Nightwing.

Dick took a deep breath.

He didn't know about the hallucinogens, but he felt that there was murderous intent in the eyes of adults.

...Not really! Is Bruce really angry?

I could have saved it a little more, he thought bitterly.

"Bruce," Dick hinted wildly, "I'm here to get you out of here."

The court has known about this matter for a long time, so there is no point in speaking it out.

But this way the other party would know that he was not really joining the court, right?

White Mask in the audience interjected, "Yeah, he would rather kill someone with a batarang to save you. Want to see it for yourself?"

Xiao Chou burst into earth-shattering laughter and rolled around on the duel field: "What is he talking about? Who killed someone? Your little bird? Hahahahaha! I'm starting to like the Owl Court. At least they have good creativity."

Nightwing: "Wait--"

His hair stood on end for a moment.

It's not that I'm afraid of causing misunderstanding.

I still remember that at midnight, the young man was extremely anxious, and Claw was standing beside him to instigate him. In desperation, he grabbed Valentine's collar and said something like "The court says hello to you".

The situation was tense at the time, and Claw's style was perfectly integrated into it, so he didn't realize anything was wrong. But now thinking back, he left the eavesdropping device and tracker behind to save people, and I don't know what Tim would think after hearing it, and now the court will play it again in front of Bruce.

If embarrassment could make a person dig his toes out of a building, Dick felt he could give Bruce another Wayne Manor.

Let me die.

Suddenly, he felt how Red Hood felt when he first learned that Bruce was equal to Batman.

"He's actually nervous." Little Chou said in surprise in Moses' ear, "Do you believe he really killed someone? Poor child. Little Bluebird knows that even if he kills the criminal to save you, you will never truly accept him again, right? You will think of this incident all the time, feeling moved and blaming yourself. It's not his fault, you know it clearly, but you just can't face him, right? But how can he hide it from Batman? Hahahaha!"

The court actually started showing the video. They probably wanted to provoke Batman, who was hiding somewhere, and this time they did the right thing by accident - the Dark Knight was one of the audience members in the audience.

Nightwing in the picture looks more flamboyant than usual, and even his smile carries a sharpness that he never showed when he was a vigilante.

To be honest, when the blood of his opponent stained his uniform, the young man looked even more wild, like a performer who was alone in the dark night and regarded hunting as a solo dance. There were only a few spectators, and he was playing against the dead souls under his knife. If it was a movie screen across the big screen, there might be many girls willing to scream for this.

Moses stared at the video for a moment.

He commented on the system: "If the angle of the incision is tilted a little to the left, the amount of bleeding will be more realistic."

System: “…”

Xiao Chou: "You are so boring, Bat."

He stood dejectedly not far in front of Nightwing and made a disgusting face at Moses.

The next second, Moses punched him.

The little ugly illusion was immediately shattered, and behind him, Dick took a small step back with his left foot.

"Bruce?!"

He was so shocked that he almost didn't have time to defend himself. The moment he hurriedly blocked the fist, he felt a pain in his wrist. The second punch followed, and when they passed by, Dick heard Bruce whisper, "Let's verify the results of your recent training."

System: "...You know that Xiao Chou has no physical body, right?"

“So I held back.”

Moses said.

The system decided not to speak.

This will avoid forcing an old father to say something like "I just want to beat up my child."

At the same time, Jason called the Batcave directly: "I'm almost to Gotham, what's the situation now?"

"Well," Tim said dryly, as he listened to the sound of motorcycle engines and gunshots, "you might not have to rush."

"What's going on? Didn't they say that the old Batman had a car accident?"

"Not yet," Tim said cautiously, "but Damian stole the discarded Batman armor in the warehouse and ran towards the Tribunal headquarters. If my guess is correct, he also contacted the Justice League."

For a while, the only sound echoing in the communication device was the noisy sound of the wind.

Until the Red Hood said in disbelief: "How can you bear to stay in the Batcave at this time instead of joining in the fun?! You are a natural, Tim, and I am beginning to understand why Batman chose you to be Robin."