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"This is?"

Alfred stood in front of Grace with a uniform she had never seen before.

"Madam's previous uniform," Alfred's eyes revealed some nostalgia, "Master asked me to give it to you."

Grace was a little dazed at first, and then she came to her senses.

Grace here has been following Batman all the time. It is a very common thing to watch the night together, and there is nothing unusual about having a uniform.

"You're going to the battlefield soon, and ordinary clothes won't help you," Alfred explained. "Although this uniform is not bulletproof, it's easy to move, and it can also protect you from some cold weapons."

Grace took the uniform from his hand, unfolded it on the table and looked at it.

The ordinary-looking black tights have a very special material. Grace estimates that it is the same material as the fabric used to make the bat suit.

The waist of the tights has a dark green line, and if it is dimly lit, there is no difference from other parts at all.

At the same time, it also wears the metal belt unique to the Batman, which is slightly wider than what she saw on Robin.

The last thing left was the mask, which was made of dark green cloth, not much different from Robin's usual style.

She took the mask in her hand, lowered her eyes and remained silent for a while.

"Alfred, are there any rebel uniforms here?" Grace finally started to ask.

The expression on the old butler's face paused, and he understood what she meant.

"Aren't you wearing this uniform?" he asked.

"Alfred, I shouldn't be wearing this uniform," she softened her voice, not wanting to be too harsh, "you know what I mean."

The old butler didn't speak, but nodded with a sigh.

In fact, he also somewhat disapproved of this behavior in his heart, but the master couldn't object even if he said it.

"Take all these back," Grace kept the mask and belt, "I'll keep these two."

Her face is not suitable for being seen, if someone who knows the inside story sees it, maybe she will tell Superman of her existence.

As for the multifunctional belt of the Batman, it can store a lot of weapons, which is beneficial for combat.

"I see, I'll bring you a set of rebel uniforms later." Alfred nodded and walked away.

Grace picked up the belt and checked the weapons stored inside, most of which were familiar to her.

She stuck the special method of super medicine that Batman gave her in the back of the tooth socket, and she could just swallow it in case of any crisis.

Although she has never used this method - after all, most of her missions do not require it, but many terrorists/terrorists/molecules/spies she catches will choose this method to hide drugs, and once they are caught, they will think to commit suicide.

Grace also suffered a lot for this, and finally caught someone, but in the end she succeeded in making someone commit suicide.

She tied up her ponytail and put on the mask, feeling the slightly icy touch of the fabric.

After this war is over, she has to leave this world quickly.

Not only Damian, but now even Batman has revealed some ideas of pinning his hopes on her.

Can't go on like this.

Alfred soon came over with another plain military uniform.

"Thank you." Grace took it and smiled at him.

"And this," Alfred handed over a small box that seemed to be made of lead, "kryptonite."

Grace took it in her hand, opened the lid slightly, and saw the green light shining from inside.

She closed the box.

"I hope it's best not to use it." Grace said jokingly, to ease the atmosphere.

"Please be careful." Alfred said worriedly.

"I will," Grace nodded, and asked again, "Has Damian been notified?"

"Master Damian already knew about this, and he said he would meet everyone at the rebel base." Alfred replied.

Grace felt a little more at ease when she heard these words.

"Then I'm leaving," Grace said, "please speak for me and Batman."

"Aren't you going there yourself?" Alfred frowned slightly.

Grace shook her head: "No."

Batman has always seen clearly, so he must understand what she means.

*****

As an airborne, Grace obviously doesn't have much prestige among the rebels.

She also simply doesn't have time to build prestige and trust in people's minds.

But she didn't feel rejected by these people, perhaps because she was arranged by Batman.

There are very few people who can be trusted by Batman.

Sitting in front of Grace on the left is a woman in a fancy dress, staring at her with interest.

The woman's name is Harley Quinn, and she is the leader of a part of the rebel army.

Why do you say it is a part of the people, because most of the people in this part are criminals.

Grace guessed that Harley was probably a criminal in the past, and her outfit always reminded Grace of a clown.

She chose not to ask too many questions, otherwise the answers she got would probably not make her feel comfortable.

But Harley spoke up.

"Hey, why are you wearing Gracie's mask?" Harley asked with a wink.

"…Batman gave it to me," Grace replied.

"Unbelievable!" Harley jumped off the table and leaned in front of her, "Bat never lets anyone touch Gracie's stuff!"

Harley suddenly lost his expression, and said with a straight face: "Could it be that the little bat has empathized with you?!"

"Oh my God, this is horrible," she murmured.

Grace twitched her lips, not knowing what to say.

"No," but she still had to justify Batman, "just because I needed to cover my face."

"Why?" Harley suddenly became curious again, and moved closer.

"...There are scars on the face." That's all Grace could say.

Harley immediately looked at her sympathetically, patted her shoulder and replied, "It's okay to have scars, you can always meet someone who likes you."

"But my pudding is dead..." Harley's mood dropped suddenly.

Why did it suddenly become a topic of love?

Hearing this pet name, Grace felt uncomfortable for a while, after all, it had the same name as her pudding.

I don't know if it's okay or not, Ivan definitely doesn't have time to take care of it during this time.

"Hey, Ye Yi hasn't come yet." Now the code name Ye Yi is used by Damian.

Grace changed the subject, although she seemed a little stiff, but she was a little worried.

"Nightwing? Oh, Damian," Harley twitched his lips. "He won't be here because he doesn't get along with us."

"Besides, if Superman is coming, he will definitely go straight to Superman." She shrugged.

Grace's heart sank, and she was about to swear.

"Oh, by the way, what's your name?" Harley suddenly remembered the question.

Grace didn't say her real name, but she gave her former code name.

"Just call me Mooney."

"Moonie? The raven in Norse mythology?" Harley was unexpectedly quick to react.

Grace nodded.

"Hmm... why do people related to bats like to use birds as code names?" Harley whispered.

There seemed to be some noise outside, and Harley turned positive: "It seems that we should set off."

She walked into the crowd and gave an impassioned speech, and there was a burst of cheers from below.

Grace quietly tried to contact Damian, but got no response.

Time is running out.

She had no choice but to give up contact.

*****

The battle between the two sides was on the verge of breaking out, and the sound of guns and guns could be heard almost everywhere on the street.

Grace shuttled through the crowd and knocked down one soldier after another. For her, this was just a warm-up.

Because of the huge disparity in numbers, they couldn't fight head-on.

Guerrilla warfare can only be waged in this city made of reinforced concrete.

This is Gotham.For these rebels, the terrain has already been thoroughly understood.

Regardless of the success or failure of the struggle between ordinary soldiers and ordinary rebels, it is nothing to those with superpowers.

Those people would not devote extra energy to look at them at all. After all, a person with super powers can wipe out a large number of ordinary people.

However, this does not mean that Superman's side does not want to quickly suppress them.

The fewer helpers Batman has, the harder it is for him to escape.

In the end, even the citizens of Gotham would be tempted to hand Batman over to save themselves.

Not long after the war started, Amazon warriors suddenly appeared on the battlefield.

In the heat/weapon/weapon era, the cold weapons of the Amazon warriors seemed useless, but their combat capability was a hundred times greater than that of the resistance army composed of ordinary people.

Grace hid in the dilapidated building, watching the rebels who couldn't dodge outside being pierced into a sieve by the rain of arrows, her eyes turned red all of a sudden.

She needs ranged weapons, she needs snipers/guns.

"Harley, does anyone have a sniper/gun at your place?" she asked, firing at the Amazons outside.

Grace's fighting ability is not weak, but she can't get close at all now.

Besides, how could she single out so many people by herself.

"Moonie? I think so, where are you?" Harley's voice didn't contain any tension, it was very detached, and seemed to be immersed in the pleasure brought to her by the war.

Grace reported her location to Harley.

Grace couldn't leave her current position, so she could only resist rushing away.

Not long after, she watched Harley running towards her while hiding, Harley's clothes were very conspicuous in the crowd.

"Hi," Harley said with blood all over his body, smiling brightly, "Here's the sniper/shot/gun for you!"

"Oh yes, there are spare bullets!" Harley reached into his side pocket and took out the bullets.

Grace couldn't care less about Harley's involvement with the Joker at the moment.

"Thank you," she took the gun and smiled, "Be careful."

Grace stood up, turned and ran towards the stairwell of the building.

Harley cupped her face and murmured, "Why does she look so familiar when she smiles?"

Grace ran to the rooftop in the fastest time, set up a sniper gun, and aimed at the Amazon fighters below.

She quickly entered the state, all the voices receded like the tide, and now she only had the target in her eyes.

With such a small amount of bullets, it is impossible for her to knock down all the enemies.

But her ambush this time was not used to kill, but to disturb the morale of the army.

Sorry.

She meditated silently in her heart.

Grace pulled the trigger, and someone in the originally neat and uniform team of fighters was suddenly sent flying.

The Amazons below suddenly fell into some panic, and they began to look for who knocked down their companions from where.

Can fire two more shots.

Grace took aim at another man and pulled the trigger again.

Another fell.

The third time, still did not miss.

Grace immediately stood up and retreated downstairs.

As a sniper, the most taboo thing is to be found out about your location.

She jumped through the balcony of the building into another building, and continued up.

Repeat method, different location.

Grace managed to mess up the formation of Amazon soldiers below, and the morale of the rebels gradually returned.

Now is the fifth sniper/hit/point.

Grace was setting up the gun, but was caught off guard by someone and flew out the next second.

The force was terrifying, Grace was thrown so that her internal organs seemed to be displaced, and she suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

Grace struggled to get to her feet, a sword pressed straight to her throat.

"A despicable villain who only knows how to sneak attacks," the man looked down at her with contempt in his eyes, "Who are you?"

That's Diana.

The author has something to say: Come to update!After I finish this week, I should be able to update it with peace of mind.