[Comprehensive British and American] Mr. Wayne's daily life of social animals

"In a city like Gotham where some people keep their ugly thoughts well hidden, it's no fun at all."

The scarecrow shook the glass bottle in his hand, and the light purple potion made a splashing sound.

He approached Batman wagging his head, uncapped the bottle, and put the vial under Batman's nose.

After a few seconds, the scarecrow seemed a little angry. He punched Batman in the stomach and muttered loudly: "Why are you holding your breath? Why don't you enjoy it together?"

Bruce wailed in pain, the pain causing him to let go of his mouth and suck in air.

"Let's have some fun together," said the Scarecrow with a smile.

"Hey Scarecrow, are you still here to play with Batman?"

"I know, I know," the Scarecrow scratched his head, "Let's go now."

Before leaving, the poison gas master placed the vial under the head of Batman who was hanging upside down. The purple vial released pink gas and wrapped Batman tightly.

This time I was careless, I should have realized it was him.

After Bruce inhaled the poisonous gas, his consciousness gradually became a little blurred. He saw countless bats rushing towards him, and his amazing willpower kept the dark knight awake.

This is not true, this is not true.

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This chemical plant is located in a remote place, I drove the sports car to the fastest speed I could handle, and parked the car in front of the chemical plant with a beautiful flick.

I'm running out of time, and if I'm right, Batman, out of touch by now, may well be in the hands of the Scarecrow.

I'm going to save him.

This factory used to pile up waste chemical raw materials is very large. I trotted to look for the Batmobile. The Batmobile should be parked very close to the entrance and exit, but it is definitely easy to conceal.

This is Batman's habit.

In my mind, I quickly recalled the map of the chemical plant that I had checked in the Batcave long ago.

I found it!

After seeing that familiar Batmobile, I wish I'd been fired today - which shows that Batman has indeed fallen into the trap.

I took a look at my equipment today.

A white shirt from K’s family, a pair of straight suit pants—fortunately, he was wearing sneakers before he ran out, so the movement was a little quieter.

I licked my lips and walked cautiously close to the wall, but saw the patrolling people.

They have guns.

I'm not sure I'd be able to take on two adults with guns with my bare hands - not that it's absolutely impossible for me to take them down, but I'm very cautious.

Then only outsmart.

I looked at the factory, where there are chemical raw materials piled up everywhere.

"Clap."

"Who is there?"

Two men with guns in their hands ran over quickly following the sound.

"Oh!"

I introduced the two patrolling people into the container containing flammable and explosive materials, and locked them up—these two people can't use guns to force them out now, and I have plenty of time.

"Haven! Walker!" Another man rushed over with a gun in his hand.

"Ugh!"

The trap I set up with ropes and steel rods cleverly brought him over and tripped him down the stairs. With the steel bars in my hand, I hit the man on the back of the head who was staggering and about to get up.

"Okay, hope it didn't mess with your brain too much."

I finally let out a little breath.

Looking at the steel bar in my hand, I tried to swing it, as if I had returned to the situation where Batman taught me to use a long stick in the Batcave, it was really easy to use.

"With a stick in hand, I have the world."

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Surrounded by the scarecrow's latest horror gas, Batman saw the man in Crime Lane, and he took out a gun from his arms...

Do not……

not this...

"Scarecrow! You are now surrounded!"

A boy with a woven bag on his head entered the room, holding a long steel bar in his hand, pointing at the scarecrow.

"Stay away from him!"

"A child?" The Scarecrow didn't have much vigilance towards this child. How capable can a child be?

"Who I am has nothing to do with you! The police will be here soon! Jonathan Klein, put Batman down!"

I looked worriedly at Batman, who was surrounded by strange colored gas, and he was in pain from the trembling of his jaw.

I learned about the Scarecrow's methods. He must be torturing Batman with his own fear gas. I need to...

"Boy!" A tall man rushed towards me from the darkness, trying to snatch the weapon from my hand.

I didn't even notice him!

I was careless. Besides the patrollers outside, there are other accomplices here.

The man in the khaki jacket held my stick with both hands, trying to snatch it away. Using my well-trained body, I used the stick in his hand to perform a 360-degree turn in the air, and kicked the man to the ground. head on the ground.

"Nice job, Sturt!"

When I just landed, Scarecrow Super I threw a glass jar, and the jar exploded immediately when it hit the floor, and a large amount of pink gas filled the air.

It's...fear gas.

I was dazed into a depressed emotional trough, and I saw Janet lying bloodied as she fell to the ground, a dying Jack in a wheelchair...

I saw Jason being limp from the beating, and I saw Harvey tear off half of the intact skin on his face...

I saw Fred walking towards the Iceberg, and I saw...

I need to fight.

A gas of fear surrounds me, countless ghastly visions surround me, and bloody death overwhelms me.

I need to fight.

I saw two uniformed and masked children running towards me amidst this ghastly vision of blood.

You don't need to be scared, Tim, don't mess with him, face your fear.Dick encouraged me.

You don't need a mask, you don't need a uniform, as long as you're a hero at heart, you can make yourself a hero.

Jason said aloud to me.

The first step of a hero is not to put on a uniform and a mask, the first step of a hero is to make the determination to fight.

Dick and Jason said it together.

You can do it.

I lay on the ground, my sanity gradually recovered, and I knew that I had overcome my fear, or maybe it wasn't me who had overcome my fear.

"A Batman and a masked child, what should I do with them, should I use this Ling Chi, or this one to bury them in an ant pile?"

The scarecrow muttered to the reagents in the cabinet.

I knelt tremblingly and grabbed the stick that was thrown aside, and stood up with the stick supporting my body.

What I care about is not fear, and fear cannot stop me. As long as my heart is clear, then I can use my actions to achieve my goals.

I took it lightly, and while the Scarecrow was obsessed with playing with his reagents to continue torturing Batman and me, I hit the Scarecrow with a stick in the spine.

Then I poked down the weak part of the reagent cabinet that I had been optimistic about, and made the entire reagent cabinet fall down.

A large number of bottles fell to the ground, and it turned out that the poison the former psychology professor used to mutilate and play with ordinary people submerged the Scarecrow himself.

I heard his wailing.

And all I need to do now is get Batman out of this room that's turning into a biogas chamber.

I used a stick to support my body and came to the Batman of the Hanged Man.

"Batman?"

"Jason!"

I tore off my mask, put Batman down and gently cupped his face: "Bruce?"

"Martha..."

"Jason..."

"Do not……"

Batman, who was already covered with scars, suddenly burst into flames. He hugged me tightly and stuffed me into his broad chest.

"Jason, Jason..."

Bruce's strength is indeed great, and I still have the idea that he was once evaluated by Superman-the pinnacle of human beings.I could hear my ribs crunching against him, but I didn't push away.

"Jason."

I reached for Batman's belt, knowing that there must be a common antidote and a bite oxygen capsule inside.

As expected of me, I know exactly where Batman's things are placed in the belt. (I didn't peek at Bruce wearing pants!)

He injected Batman with an antidote from his neck, took out two capsules, bit one in his mouth, and forcibly broke Batman's jaw open for him to bite.

Finally, after a while, Batman woke up from the gas of fear.

"...Jason...no, Tim?"

"It's me, your Robin."

I heard the voice of the police car, oh, the GCPD, who arrived late, can also be handed over to them here.

I took a closer look at myself—white shirt and black trousers, Master Drake felt out of place here.

I have to leave first.

Batman was already handling the scene, I glanced at him and went out the window first.

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"The police station has already solved it."

I was sitting in the sports car and I heard Batman say this to me.

I smiled wryly, I think Batman must be in a bad mood now, maybe he will keep me away from the vigilante industry as he said before.

Batman took off his gloves, reached into the car and touched my forehead.

"Are you ok?"

"I'm still a little dizzy, but the stagnant feeling is almost gone after breathing fresh air."

Batman held his hand back.

"so you……"

"I know you told me to stay home, but I found out it was a scarecrow behind the scenes and I can't..."

Bruce cut me off. "Why don't you wear a uniform? Maybe you won't get hurt."

"I thought," I looked up at him, "I thought I shouldn't be wearing this uniform, this uniform is sacred, I can't disgrace him, if I break the rules and make mistakes..."

"So what if I made a mistake, Robin is not completely right, Robin was my salvation, is it because Dick has always been successful?"

"You learn a very valuable thing in the struggle, we make the rules, follow the rules and break the rules. Sometimes a hero has to break the rules."

Bruce took my hand and put me in the back seat, and he got into the driver's seat.

"Robin."

"Ok?"

"Thank you."

"……Um."

I couldn't help laughing.

"Bruce."

"Ok?"

"What about your Batmobile?"

"Let it go back by itself."

The author has something to say:

Bruce: You're a full-fledged Batmobile, time to learn how to get home on your own.

Just kidding, this Batmobile can cruise on its own.