Chapter 93: Ge Tan at Night

The person I feel most sorry for in my life must be Dick.

Tim thought as he walked out of the Batcave.

He had promised to keep an eye on Damian.

But Damian not only ran away, but also took away a valuable piece of equipment, which was so smooth that it seemed like there was a mole in the Batcave. Reasonably speaking, he could only take away the Batman armor to express it to Bruce, but from Tim's understanding of Damian, he didn't seem to be such a... sensible and considerate type.

As a person whose actions are guided by rational thinking, Robin finds Damian's thinking difficult to understand.

Jason scoffed, "And you still say you know him?"

"I don't want to think about it," Tim said. "What if Bruce becomes the second person I feel sorry for?"

The listener didn't understand the meaning of the words at all, or pretended not to understand: "Didn't you just say there was no danger? Batman, Nightwing and the Justice League can deal with any enemy. We are just catching the last train to watch a midnight show."

Tim didn't bother to explain.

I shouldn't have called Jason yet, he thought heavily.

If he hadn't made that call, Red Hood wouldn't have returned to Gotham early. If Red Hood hadn't returned, he wouldn't have been instigated. If he hadn't been instigated, the last person left in the Batcave wouldn't have left, and things wouldn't have turned out the way they are now.

The pangs of conscience made him choose to sit on the back seat of the motorcycle, holding a laptop in his hand while trying to control the situation at full speed.

The driver in the red helmet commented: "You are the type who sneaks out with classmates before the final exam and takes the initiative to bring textbooks to review."

At this time, the eastern horizon of Gotha had turned into a gradient of orange and dark blue. They drove through the dark gray Gothic buildings in the humid air. Amid the roar of the engine, the intricate patterns on the tires brushed past the silent pools, splashing water droplets like drumbeats.

A roadside pub stayed up all night, the drunken Gotan people toasted each other in the bright lights and wine, the passionate jazz and rock music repeated in the muddy alley, the deafening sound beat forward like waves, hitting the trembling soul again and again. The momentum of the motorcycle never stopped, as if an angry lion jumped high from this noisy, dirty, tired and dying struggle, leaving behind a series of curses and crazy ravings.

The bumper scraped against the metal fence at the intersection, creating a string of golden-red sparks. The owner of the motorcycle let out a short and hearty laugh and performed a difficult drift on the asphalt road.

Tim almost threw his computer away: "...Do you remember there are two people in this car? Turn right at the next intersection."

"Where is Damian? Who is faster, us or him?"

"Him. I suspect Superman has already arrived. Damian's path forward is very straight, he must be flying in the sky."

Jason clicked his tongue.

"I knew you would position yourself on him. Sit tight, I'm going to speed up."

The vibration of the air flow in my ears suddenly increased.

Tim finally put away his computer and decided to cherish his life and strictly obey traffic rules.

**

Superman: "Please let me confirm again, do you really want to do this?"

Behind him, Wonder Woman showed an expression that was about to laugh but slightly cautious. She endured for a while, and finally said softly with her usual demeanor: "I plan to treat you to dessert after dealing with the enemy, but it may be inconvenient for you to eat in this outfit."

“I don’t want to eat.” Damian straightened his back and said seriously, “Help yourself.”

He actually only contacted Superman.

The League Chairman, out of habit, added the action log to the internal files of the Justice League. Originally, except for Batman, no one would read it for eight hundred years. But at that time, the Flash had just sent his old friends from the Rogues to the police station. As a serious American civil servant, Barry planned to upload a copy to the League when he wrote the report.

Then he happened to see the edited history of Superman.

Then his body moved faster than his brain could think, and he asked in the chat group: "What happened to Batman?"

In fact, no one has been talking in this group for ten days or half a month.

There were many times when Flash wondered if he was the only one who played with his phone in his spare time. Several times he wanted to share some of his daily life to liven up the atmosphere, but after seeing the row of default avatars of group members, he put his hands off the keyboard and went back to work.

Although we are all superheroes fighting together, we are still colleagues at heart. It is normal that we are not in the mood to contact each other after get off work, right?

So much so that the Flash regretted it as soon as the message was sent.

But damn, this software doesn’t have an undo function.

——Maybe even if Batman is withdrawn, he will see it.

Before he could think about how to explain that he had no intention of interfering in other people's 'daily lives', the red avatars representing 'busy' in the list turned green one after another.

The Green Lantern popped up second: "Do you need help?"

Barry suddenly became nervous, and a thought came to his mind: I seem to have done something wrong to Batman, although I have no idea why.

It's too late to think about redemption.

The chat box above shows that several people are typing.

It would be better to say that all the superheroes living in civilized areas are online, which makes bystanders feel relieved that "it turns out that there are still people among us alive."

Shazan: "Support the Batman Project?"

Diana: "I'm free too."

Finally, since it was Steel's turn to be on duty at the watchtower today, he monitored the situation remotely and did not go there in person. Aquaman was not very interested in Gotan, because many psychopaths like Scarecrow and Clowney liked to throw messy poisons into the water, and he "didn't want to command a fish with two heads."

Shazan had to go to school, but his proposal to "support Batman" was recognized by everyone.

At first, the atmosphere in the team was quite tense, and everyone wanted to rush to the scene as soon as possible, except Superman, who knew something was wrong the moment the Flash sent the message, but could do nothing except pray to Rao for Batman to get out of the situation as soon as possible. Diana noticed his abnormality keenly, but mistakenly thought it was caused by nervousness, so she considerately and calmly urged everyone to speed up.

Superman who realizes this: I'm sorry, myself.

System: "Should I notify Batman?"

"No, wait a minute."

Superman felt the need to rescue again.

“No, I don’t think he would want us to go there.” He said reluctantly amidst the strange looks from his colleagues, “Damian only contacted me, why don’t you wait a moment while I go and check out the situation first…”

But he couldn't explain clearly that the situation on Batman's side was not actually critical, or that the most critical moment had passed. Bruce and Dick were fully capable of handling the court, and their presence would make the situation deteriorate in an unpredictable direction.

In the eyes of others, the Alliance consultant was taken away by the enemy in Gotham and his life or death was unknown for nearly 20 hours. If it were anyone else, there would be a 50% chance that he would have stepped half a foot into the coffin. Batman's ability reduced the probability of the worst case scenario to 20%, which was still not optimistic.

Superman's proposal seemed inappropriate and even a little cruel.

Wonder Woman placed her hand on the Lasso of Truth and asked coldly, "Who are you?"

"…Clark Kent."

All right.

Superman is still Superman, without any signs of poisoning or magic manipulation, and he is conscious and expressive.

Diana thought about it.

She began to feel that this might not be an expedition accompanied by blood and pain.

But this is far from enough to convince the heroes to leave with peace of mind.

But the atmosphere gradually became relaxed, especially when Superman was still trying to make them walk slower and slower, hoping that they would waste a century on the way.

When they arrived at their destination, they were only about twenty minutes earlier than Robin and Red Hood. The latter rescued the unconscious Valentine and contacted the police car and ambulance on the way, so the time was not too far off.

Even the system couldn't help but say to Superman: "You have done your best."

Superman: "What's going on over there?"

There is too much lead in the buildings in Gotam.

System: "You know I am a system that values ​​personal privacy. If Batman doesn't want to reveal his whereabouts, I won't tell him."

But how would Batman have thought of contacting Superman if he hadn't told Gotan that the Justice League had arrived at his doorstep?!

It's despairing.

Damian didn't care about other people's feelings. He jumped off the roof of a bungalow warehouse with some difficulty, turned around and ordered rudely: "Superman, you stay here and cut it off. I will go and deal with Batman's opponent."

As for the other Justice League heroes, he didn't invite them, so he didn't even need to greet them.

"Okay." Superman replied gently while floating in place, "I will try my best to pay attention to your situation. Don't be stubborn. If you encounter a criminal you can't solve, ensure your own safety first."

Damian nodded perfunctorily and walked quickly into the shadow of the building.

The Green Lantern watched the boy walk away, frowning and saying, "He is so unlovable."

Diana said, "But if you think about it, he looks exactly like Bruce when he was a kid, wouldn't he be much cuter?"

Behind them, the Flash asked tentatively, "We're just going to wait here? I mean, even if he's Batman's son, he's not even ten yet."

Wonder Woman smiled slightly and leaned against the wall with her arms folded. "I think we'd better consult Superman on this matter."

Her expression always made Superman wonder if Diana had guessed something.

In addition to their stunning beauty and powerful strength, Amazon warriors are often also known for their agility and wisdom.

"Don't worry," said Superman, "I heard Robin and Red Hood are on their way."

**

Tim jumped off the back of the motorcycle without waiting for Jason to stop. He rushed forward two steps at a time for more than ten meters, then suddenly stopped. With the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a row of Justice League superheroes standing on the roof in broad daylight.

“…”

The dilapidated old street immediately became high-end and grand because of this group of people standing guard and watching.

I wonder if the court has noticed this and what their mood is.

As the side of justice, Tim rarely had this subtle feeling of having surrounded the petty criminals.

"Good morning." Ignoring the strange feeling in his heart, the young man said politely.

Jason parked the car behind him and walked over without saying a word.

Tim continued: "Thank you for your help. Damian has caused trouble for the Alliance. If you still have time, why don't you come to Wayne Manor and sit for a while? I will contact the butler to prepare breakfast."

"But we have urgent matters to attend to right now, so we are sorry that we cannot accompany you."

After describing the scene, he winked at Red Hood, and the two of them quickly followed Damian's route and sneaked into the court headquarters.

Tim also heard Green Light whisper to the Flash from behind: "Why are the kids around Batman so precocious?"

Thanks to black technology, Red Hood also heard it.

He sneered, "Maybe because naive kids can't survive in Gotan."

Tim shook his head. "That's not the point. Damian was moving slower than I thought, and the footprints in the dust were the wrong size. The worst has happened."

His companion raised an eyebrow and asked, "What do you mean?"

The problem was, Tim didn't really want to explain.

After a long silence, he whispered, "Damian didn't use that bat armor to support Batman."

Of course, it is impossible for a child taught by Talia to add attribute points to caring.

Damian actually intended to help.

But he wasn't going to deliver a courier to his father - he put on the bat armor that was big enough for at least two eight-year-old children.

At this time, Batman himself was still testing his eldest son's skills, and the White Mask who was watching was dumbfounded. They looked at each other, and it was almost unsure whether Bruce Wayne would kill his own son because his son embarked on a criminal path.

This is not the expected development at all!

Wayne was much more difficult than expected. His physical condition and skills were not what ordinary people could have, not to mention that the man had an injury on his shoulder - God knows how the claws had managed to kidnap him before. Thinking back with a normal IQ, I always felt that something was wrong.

A court member thought for a moment, then ordered another killer to come forward: "Go help Nightwing."

Lizhua received the order and jumped onto the duel stage. Before he could move, he was hit by a powerful kick. Although he knew that his modified body would not be easily injured, he still rolled on the ground twice in panic under the psychological effect, and finally avoided the fatal blow to his face. A fine layer of cold sweat appeared on his back wrapped in uniform.

——In his mind, there remained a fleeting moment when Bruce Wayne's gaze examined him, like a deep and dark shadow under a sky covered with thick clouds.

It reminded Claw of... of that night in Gotham, something far scarier.

He was too tired to think deeply and just regarded himself as a mindless killing machine, waiting for the right moment to launch a sneak attack.

At this moment, someone in the audience received the message. It was a graceful blonde. She frowned and listened to the conversation impatiently. However, as time went by, the woman's movements changed from lazy elegance to shocked tension. Then, I don't know what I heard, and she even let out a small cry.

The white masks around her turned their eyes away and looked at her.

Moses immediately realized that something unexpected had happened.

Moreover, the balance of victory was tilting towards him.

He moved a little slower, and with the increased understanding of the entire room structure from the fight just now, he immediately said to Dick: "Go to the southeast corner."

"The test is over, I guess I passed?" Nightwing was still in the mood to joke, but his reaction speed was not slow at all, and his movements were also very flexible. He threw out his hook and grabbed the corner of the ceiling and tightened it. The second before his feet left the ground, he stretched out his hand to Moses, "Batman says hello, Mr. Wayne."

After the videotape incident, Dick felt that he had nothing to fear anymore.

Look, he can even make fun of his own dark history.

But before he could savor his hard-earned growth, a loud bang suddenly came from the front door of the room, as if something weighing two or three hundred pounds had hit the ground.

At the same time, Moses heard the system slowly say, "There is something Superman thinks you need to know... Robin contacted the Red Hood, and Damian called the Justice League. They should have arrived by now."

“…”

The intruder at the door is Batman.

Or rather, Damian as Batman in his old uniform.

Nightwing was so frightened that his grip loosened and he fell directly from the air. He landed on the other side of the arena, staggering backwards and almost falling.

Moses stood opposite, remaining on guard and was once again at a loss.

The system is silent, as quiet as a chicken.

No matter how you look at it, it was just a fight between two people in the arena. Bruce was injured and Nightwing had a bruise on his cheek.

The claws around him seemed to be offering assistance to Nightwing.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.