Comic: Becoming a Phantom Thief to Steal Hearts

"Forget it if you don't say it." Lucas turned his head, but there was a hint of boredom in his tone.

Poison Ivy couldn't help but smile when she heard this. She, who had charmed countless men, could see Lucas's emotions at this time.

"Self, are you still a student?"

Lucas paused and looked at Poison Ivy.

"Don't be surprised." Poison Ivy flipped up her hair and winked at him, "I have a lot of experience."

"Oh." Lucas turned around.

Poison Ivy clasped her hands behind her back and followed Lucas not too far away, "Haha, I don't know why you always give me a familiar feeling, just like... Batman."

"I don't think I'm anything like him."

Batman is a hero, and he is just a sinner.

"That's modest." Poison Ivy smiled slightly, "However, you do have many differences."

Batman is Batman, and self is self. She just felt that there was a subtle similarity in the temperament exuded by the two.

……and many more.

Poison Ivy suddenly stopped and stared at Lucas's back.

Lucas, who didn't hear Poison Ivy's footsteps, turned his head in confusion. When he looked into those clear blue eyes, Poison Ivy finally knew where the vague feeling of familiarity came from. .

"What is your relationship with Batman?" She wanted to confirm in disbelief. Before Lucas could speak, she raised her forehead in shock, "Why do I still see a little bit of Superman?"

Poison Ivy once seduced Superman with a kiss, causing a lot of trouble for Batman. She also kissed Batman more than once, hoping to make the Dark Knight of Gotham fall under her skirt, but Batman Her will was so strong that she never succeeded.

However, thanks to this rich experience, Poison Ivy is very familiar with the world's best pair, and saw the similarities between Lucas and the two who only showed the lower half of his face and a pair of eyes.

Lucas was silent for a moment, "...it doesn't matter."

He comes from the Dark Universe, and to be honest, he really has nothing to do with the Batman and Superman of this world.

"Impossible!" Poison Ivy rolled her eyes, "My eyes are rulers, don't try to lie to me!"

Lucas touched the lower half of his face and suddenly realized that Constantine's magic had failed in this hall.

"I didn't lie to you," he said.

Poison Ivy blinked. She really didn't feel the breath of lying, but... her ability can be affected by subjective consciousness. This can only show that she thinks she has nothing to do with these two, and Poison Ivy I do not think so.

She had many thoughts for a while.

"Okay, stop chatting and tell me the next location." Lucas said.

Just when Lucas and Poison Ivy were getting along quite happily, several members of the Batman family had arrived in Gotham.

"This method actually works." Dick landed on the ground like a light blue bird.

"This method can only be used by those who have undergone training." Tim said.

You have to believe from the bottom of your heart that you are not a good person. Bat's course contains information on how to hypnotize yourself.

"I think it's better to combine it with your own experience." Dick scratched his hair and sighed in a rare low voice.

"What did you think of?" Tim asked curiously.

"You should know, the guy who killed my parents." Dick looked at his brother who was best at intelligence work, "Tony Zuko."

When mentioning this, Dick's tone was still gritted, "I almost killed him when I knew he was the one who killed my parents."

Do you know the psychological feeling of a child watching his parents fall from a height and become bloody and bloody?

After saying this, Dick calmed down a little and said calmly, "Anyway, I took a little bit of my mood at that time."

He is just a mortal, and he will have his own love and hatred, but as a hero, he needs to exercise restraint.

In the end, Dick didn't kill Zuko.

"What about you, Tipo?" Dick patted Tim on the shoulder.

"Uh... I'll forget it." Tim touched the tip of his nose, slightly embarrassed.

He actually cheated. Tim used another memory of himself to deceive the hall's mechanism. There is nothing more sinful than the clown, right? It just so happened that he became the second-generation clown in that world, and he came up so easily.

Dick raised his eyebrows. It seemed that Tim had some secrets, but as the eldest brother, he was still very tolerant. He didn't ask any more questions and looked at Damian expectantly.

The young master of the League of Assassins just raised his chin slightly, "Before coming to Gotham, my last name was Ogu."

Although Damian is only ten years old now, being the heir to the Assassin's League is not just because he is young and is Thalia's biological son. Damian has actually been killing since childhood.

"Haha, indeed." Dick laughed dryly and quickly changed the subject, "Can you find where Lucas is?"

"I've already started searching." Tim's persona has been maintained for a long time. If it weren't for the low consumption of the auxiliary persona, he would have been exhausted.

Tim quickly took over Gotham's surveillance system and began looking for traces of Lucas.

Looking at the pictures surrounding Tim, Dick couldn't help but sigh, "This is really convenient."

"This is just the advantage of my kind of persona." Tim said without raising his head. "If you change it to a combat type, it will still be very tiring if you keep it for a long time."

"Hey, this picture is...b?!"

Dick's exclamation caused Tim to divert his attention and look at Batman on the screen, but he didn't show any surprise.

"What are you making such a fuss about? Isn't it normal for father to find a way to come over?" Damian said.

"Well... that's true." Dick looked at Batman's figure. He didn't doubt Batman's ability, he just couldn't help but wonder about what could bring Bruce over.

Was it that night in Crime Alley...

"This route is..." Tim looked at his old father's actions, "bHe seems to be still tracking the Arkham Knight."

Under the surveillance of Tim's persona, he could see the culprit who caused all this sitting leisurely on the gargoyle eating a burger.

"It's really pleasant." Damian sneered, the big knife in his hand ready to move.

"This is Arkham Knight..." This was the first time Dick saw Arkham Knight. Looking at the picture of him showing the lower half of his face and eating a hamburger, he felt a sense of familiarity.

Jason... also likes to eat these things.

Dick shook his head violently.

How could Arkham Knight be Jason? He felt that although Jason had his own ideas, he would not do such extreme things.

The knight eating the burger suddenly felt a strong sense of peeping, and his sharp eyes immediately looked to the sky.

Ah, it seems to be Xiaohong.

The knight put the half-eaten burger aside, gave a provocative smile to the sky, and gave him a middle finger.

Afterwards, Tim's screen began to become unstable, and the screen where the knight was detected was filled with snowflake-like noise.

"He found me," Tim stated calmly.

"I'll go find him." Damian laughed angrily.

"Um, don't be impulsive, little D." Dick quickly stopped Damian and asked, "Is Batman going after Arkham Knight?"

"Yeah." Tim called up the surveillance camera of Wayne Tower. "He got the audio of Arkham Knight and conducted a city-wide search."

"Eh?"

The appearance of another image made Tim exclaim.

"what happened?"

"I... found Lucas." Tim said complicatedly, "He is with Poison Ivy."

"Huh?" Dick looked confused, how did Lucas get involved with Poison Ivy.

"Now there are two choices." Tim looked at the two of them, "First, meet up with Batman, second, meet up with Lucas, choose one of the two, choose one."

Dick: "I choose Lucas."

Damian: "Lucas."

Tim:?

No one chose Batman?

"Pfft, Tibao, your expression now is really surprising." Dick couldn't help laughing.

"Father will take care of Arkham Knight," Damian said.

He has absolute confidence in Batman, coupled with Lucas' Kryptonian bloodline, he dares to get together with Poison Ivy, isn't he afraid of being controlled like Superman? This guy really needs to work hard!

Damian himself didn't even realize that he had unknowingly put Lucas into his protective circle.

"Then let's go." Tim smiled.

The poor old father didn't know that none of his sons chose him. He only had eyes for the Arkham Knight with guns blazing.

"Ah - you're here, old guy." The knight threw the wrapping paper away casually, stood up and looked at Batman.

"Who are you?" Batman asked coldly.

"This has nothing to do with you." The knight said coldly.

Two guns appeared in his hands.

The knight looked at the vigilant Batman, a hint of nostalgia flashing in his blue-green eyes under the hood.

"I will prove that my method is better for saving Gotham," he said.

"The way you said is to cooperate with Scarecrow and put the whole Gotham into fear." Batman suppressed his anger.

"It's just a small means to achieve the goal. Very few people are hurt in the process, right?" The knight smiled softly, "Or are you just unable to accept ideas that are inconsistent with yours?"

When Dick and Jason quarreled with Bruce, they would scold him severely for being overly controlling, unreasonable, and a perverted control freak.

Although Bruce himself is not happy to accept such a title, if you ask him this question seriously, the answer will always be silent, because Bruce himself knows that he just doesn't like to be out of control of the things he puts into his circle.

Gotham doesn’t need Superman, nor does it need a second Batman.

Batman looked at the Arkham Knight, as if he once again saw the young man wearing the broken hood questioning him angrily.

Arkham Knight, like the returning Jason, challenges his own authority, but can this guy with unknown origins and cooperation who is not taboo on meat and vegetables still dream of flexing his muscles in Gotham?

It's ridiculous.

"What on earth do you want to do?"

Without further ado, Batman simply wanted to ask about the Arkham Knight's motives.

"What do I want to do -" the knight raised his lips, "I'll tell you some good news."

"good news?"

A trace of pleasure came from this body.

Being Jason himself, the knight knew why.

"I caught the clown."

Batman was visibly stunned.

"What do you mean?"

"I'll meet you at the Gotham Police Department, Batman. I'll bring the Joker with me."

Batman didn't answer him and quickly threw a Batarang.

Blue flames suddenly ignited in front of the knight, and the batarang made of alloy disappeared without a trace.

The knight raised his gun.

"You're still the same, but it's a pleasure to talk to you and I'm very happy."

The knight pointed the gun at himself, "Batman, I hope to see you soon."

"bang"

The bullet penetrated the high-tech hood.

Batman's eyes widened. He never imagined that the Arkham Knight would commit suicide in front of him after saying those words, but Batman soon stopped thinking so.

The flames ignited from the piercing wound, and you could feel the burning anger and despair just by looking at it.

In the firelight, Batman and Arkham Knight looked at each other. Although the hood blocked his facial features, Batman knew that Arkham Knight was looking at him.

Arkham Knight disappeared with the burning fire, leaving Batman standing alone on the rooftop.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down, not to think about the shadow of Jason that appeared in his mind at that moment, not to think about Lucas who was also in this city, and not to think about the villains who were causing trouble in this city. them.

He wants to meet the Joker and the man who calls himself the Arkham Knight.

"Ah, it's raining." Poison Ivy stretched out her hand, and the drizzle of rain fell into her palm.

She likes this level of rainfall, which is neither dry nor too humid. It is a very suitable climate for plant growth.

Lucas raised his eyes and looked at the city that looked hazy due to the drizzle. The blue and red warning lights were still turning continuously, and the raindrops quickly formed small pools in the low-lying areas.

"It actually rained..." he murmured.

This is a palace, and all changes in the palace are naturally closely related to the palace master. After all, to a certain extent, this place can be regarded as the inner world of the palace master. Did the Arkham Knight... encounter something?

At this moment, the bat light actually illuminated the sky, breaking through the dark clouds, and the huge bat logo was like a lighthouse.

A figure appeared in the light, his black cloak whistling, and the shadow cast was like a huge bat.

"Oops." Poison Ivy raised her head and stared at Batman standing on the rooftop of the Gotham Police Department, and couldn't help but smile. "Look, our hero has arrived."