Chapter 97 Arkham Knight

"Is it an imposter in Robin's uniform? Great," one criminal muttered, "He gave me a scare. If Robin is here, how can Batman be far behind?"

"Shut up you idiot, we were supposed to teach Batman a lesson!"

"No, no, no, you are wrong. This is not just a lesson." The Scarecrow said slickly, "I want to make tonight's Gotan his farewell stage."

"What?" said Red Hood.

"I know you don't plan to kill him now." Scarecrow said impatiently, "But I don't think you are such a soft-hearted person. It's okay to save Batman for last. A rich meal should be eaten slowly. But why do you keep this kid who sneaked into the factory? It's okay not to kill him. I can use him as my experimental material."

Damian: ...

Scarecrow, you are dead.

Arkham Knight, you are on your way to death.

He didn't know that the current controller of the mental hospital was also confused.

Twenty minutes ago he found himself leaning against an armed helicopter, surrounded by criminals wearing prison uniforms and construction uniforms, holding illegal weapons and chatting casually.

They didn't look like kidnappers strictly guarding their hostages, but rather like they were having a relaxing and enjoyable outing.

How does it feel to be trapped in the enemy camp and ignored by everyone?

Red Hood: Thank you.

It took him only 0.1 seconds to react before he became furious and without hesitation pushed the head of the idiot he was chatting with the most into the green grass.

The guy then let out a terrible howl: "——Boss!!"

Depend on.

Who are you calling?!

Dare you ask for help?

For some reason, the criminals around him not only did not resist, but also stepped back and remained silent. Jason felt something was wrong, but he took the opportunity to crush the head in his hand to the ground again: "Shut your mouth."

The criminal whimpered under his hand: "I'm sorry, boss! I'm sorry, boss! Please spare my life! You didn't move before, I thought you didn't mind us talking."

“…”

There should be no misunderstanding in this response.

Jason thought calmly.

If an Arkham criminal calls you 'Boss', ask: Who are you?

What if you also had a giant Arkham logo on your chest?

What if you still have a "J" shaped scar on your face?

The camera inside the helmet captured his wooden expression. Good thing, at least his hair wasn't green.

He spent ten minutes clearing out all the junk around him - no guns were used, he realized that the weapon in his hand was a real gun with live ammunition - and after he calmed down, he sat in the driver's seat and fell into a trance.

Barbara had sent him a communication, which was an encrypted signal covering the entire city. They had agreed to use this method to communicate if anything unexpected happened, because it did not require special equipment and the level of confidentiality was sufficient.

But Red Hood is not convenient for voice and video, and he finds himself trapped in the base of the villains... It's not right to say that, after all, the villain leader is himself. In short, the current Arkham Knight, who has no time and mood to report in detail, is lost on the road of life.

Then he discovered that Damian had appeared in the trap he had set to trap Batman, namely the ACE Chemical Plant.

In this world, Batman's biological son seems to have not been born yet, at least neither Scarecrow nor his subordinates recognize him.

Jason wanted to ask about Talia's situation, but he thought that his militiamen could not possibly understand the Assassin's League, and it was too risky to have in-depth communication with Scarecrow, so he gave up.

Then the Scarecrow's boast gave him a second critical hit.

From Dr. Crane's tone, Gotham is already in their pockets. They can defeat Batman in a matter of minutes. I don't know why they are driving the people to rise up. Is it to let the flag of Arkham fly over the United States and then become an independent sovereign country?

Just in case, Red Hood went to check who the current president was. He found out that he had never heard of the name of the person in power. His sense of immersion was immediately reduced, leaving only absurdity and anger - you guys are the ones who control Gotan?!

...and myself.

Jason thought to himself, this is fucking amazing, you killed Batman's son and then killed him himself, you are worthy of being the Red Hood, everyone should always have dreams.

Several of his men standing by were standing by, looking up at him eagerly: "What do we do now, Boss?"

How should I know?

The Arkham Knight kicked over the chair and said, "Get out and do what I say!!"

"Okay boss! Got it boss!"

They scrambled away, showing how powerful the Arkham Knights were.

He picked up the weapon at hand and fired three shots at the open ground. The bullets were all gone, but the butt of the gun was still warm, as if this iron-blooded and ruthless killer was waiting for its owner's praise.

However, its owner just stared at it and didn't say anything for a long time.

There must be something wrong with this world.

**

There must be something wrong with this world.

Moses thought.

Robin looked at him several times and wanted to speak, but he hesitated. Xiao Chou laughed at the other side and said that he could never figure out the minds of young people. No matter which little bird, they would eventually drift away from him. Some of them died, while others were still alive but were left far behind. Batman was a silent madman, a rational dumb. At this point, Xiao Chou shook his shoulders and said happily: My illness is just like this. In the past 20 years, I have only found one person with brains in the whole city, but he is a madman!

This is not right.

Moses protested in his heart.

Chou is in Arkham, everyone is alive and well, Barbara's legs are intact, Tim still has long hair...that's another story, anyway-wait.

Is Xiao Chou imprisoned in Arkham?

Chaotic images flashed through his mind, sank into the depths of his consciousness, and turned into nothingness.

Xiao Chou looked at him curiously with a smile: "What are you thinking about, little bat? I'm not in Arkham, I'm in your mind."

This is not right.

Xiao Chou is dead.

He took another child. Robin. Snow. Night. Suburban warehouse. Blood.

Green eyes that never opened again.

"Ja..."

A name is about to come out.

Tim put his hands on his shoulders - when did this kid get so tall?

"What's wrong with you? Bruce? Batman?!"

"Tim?"

Moses looked at him.

"I'm fine."

"You almost crashed the Batmobile into the guardrail just now," Tim pointed out. "Why don't I drive it? Even if it hits the wall, the car probably won't be damaged, but the wall will be damaged. Gotham has suffered enough damage, I don't think we need to contribute to her complete reconstruction."

“…”

"Lucius upgraded the Batmobile's components. Its handling feels a little different than before, and I haven't had time to debug it yet."

"Let me try," Tim insisted. "Everyone's driving habits are different. I can help you figure out what's wrong."

Moses was about to refuse, but he received a call from Commissioner Gordon.

"You drive." He gave up the driving seat, "We will meet in front of the ACE factory in ten minutes."

"No problem." Tim was waiting for this sentence, he stepped on the accelerator and rushed towards his destination.

During the journey, Robin sent a message to Lucius.

"Has this car been recently modified in any way that would affect its driving feel?"

The other party quickly replied: Generally speaking, no. Performance has definitely improved, but we try to avoid making drivers adapt to new operating habits every time. What's the problem?

Tim: No, thank you.

He then contacted Barbara.

"I suspect there's something wrong with Bruce's memory."

After the call was connected, Tim went straight to the point.

Barbara Gordon: "What's going on?!"

"He doesn't remember the purpose of our coming to this coordinate system, and is going to the chemical plant to stop Scarecrow's conspiracy. I have thought of three possibilities before. First, Batman is the Batman of this universe, and Bruce has never come here. Second, Batman is the Batman of this universe, and Bruce came here, but that body is not controlled by his will for some reason. Third, Batman is the Bruce we know, but he has lost or confused some of his memories."

"And just now he said that the Batmobile feels different than before. I think it's different too. The steering wheel of this car is heavier, and it's easy to hit the buildings on both sides when turning." Tim didn't say that he smashed two flower beds when testing. It was definitely not his fault. Even Batman almost got into an accident just now. "But that was compared with the car in our world. Lucius said that the feel of the car is no different from before the modification. What does this prove?"

The police chief's daughter keenly discovered the blind spot: "So you didn't know when you secretly drove our world's Batmobile? But you don't have a driver's license, Mr. Timothy Drake."

Tim: “…We’ll talk about this when we get back.”

"Okay, I understand what you mean. We have to find a way to remind Bruce of our purpose. The key should be him."

"That's it. I will meet him at the chemical plant to observe the situation for the time being and wait for Nightwing to arrive."

Barbara: "Okay, I...wait a minute, someone seems to be passing by here--zi--"

Her voice suddenly disappeared.

Only the quiet sound of electricity remained.

Tim suddenly became nervous: "Prophet?! Are you still there? What happened?"

No one answered.

Robin looked at the dark, winding road behind him and couldn't help but take a deep breath of the air filled with the smell of gunpowder.

**

Commissioner Gordon is contacting Batman.

He had a bat-shaped communicator in his hand that he had never seen before, so he could tell who it was at a glance. So when he came to this familiar yet strange police station without any warning, listening to the busy and impatient conversations of the police officers and the shouting of the criminals in the temporary detention room, and looking at the shocking police records in his hand, the old chief chose to ask his old friend first.

"What the fuck is going on?"

He found an empty cell, locked himself in the room, and paced back and forth in confusion. "I was in Gotham before, but I shouldn't be in this Gotham, do you understand what I mean? I thought I had a nightmare, dreaming that the lunatic Xiao Chou ran out of Arkham again, and this time he messed up the whole city, but how did they do it?"

"And you - Batman, are you fighting them?"

In the howling wind, the Dark Knight did not immediately ask him what happened.

His voice was as steady as a beacon in a storm: "I'm here."