Everyone thought that Bruce would go black [Comprehensive British and American]

Dick felt that Tim's body was gradually losing temperature, and he felt the lingering smell of blood lingering at the tip of his nose. The smell passed through his nasal cavity, then gradually passed through his throat and reached his lungs.

He felt that his trachea was itchy, which made him unable to restrain the desire to cough, and the coolness gradually spread from his fingertips to his whole body.

He almost froze.

He tried to wipe Tim's face clean, but he forgot that his hands were also bright red.

"It can't be wiped clean," Dick thought mechanically.

He rubbed Tim's face hard, his leather gloves brushing away the half-clotted blood.

The dark red spots gradually faded into a small patch.

Dick felt as if tears were filling his chest, his sanity was at stake, a fire was burning inside his head.

He raised his hand to hold Tim's back, and slowly supported it, trying to make Tim lie on the ground in a comfortable position.

His movements are so gentle, it's as if Tim can still feel pain.

Dick gave Tim a deep look, then turned and strode out.

Standing on top of his familiar gargoyle, Dick reflected on Tim's last words, which made him want to return to the arena immediately to ensure his family's safety.

But Gotham is in chaos right now, and he's already Batman.

The streets of Gotham were almost shrouded in thick smoke, and the visibility was extremely low. Even for Dick, that kind of smoke was not normal. It was like a large lump of disgusting condensation, thickly pressing down on Gotham.

People howled in such smoke.

They suddenly started fighting each other again, the dark gray building was stained red with blood, it was horrifyingly beautiful.

Dick knew he couldn't waste any more time. For every second he hesitated, someone might die in the long night.

He made a choice.

"Clark, I know you can hear me."

Dick said softly.

"Hey, Clark, don't meddle in Gotham, you don't know anything about it, I need you to keep an eye on Bruce, he's unstable right now."

He shot out his claws, like a dexterous bird, shuttling among the towering buildings.

Then he pressed the headset: "Penny One, I need you to tell me the current information."

"Okay, Master Richard, but I hope you can come back intact, please don't learn from Master Bruce."

As soon as Dick finished speaking, he heard Ah Fu's calm response. He knew that Ah Fu had been waiting for them for a long time.

Dick smiled silently.

"Gotham is surrounded by an unknown poisonous gas, Master Richard. The poisonous gas spreads slowly, but within three hours at most, it will cover the entire Gotham City."

Dick jerked sideways as a bullet grazed his breastplate, leaving a white streak.

Dick quickly tilted his head, and the second bullet also fired.

He appeared to be in control, dodging bullets with ease.

But when he squinted his eyes, with the help of the night vision device, he didn't find a single figure.

Nothing at all.

He threw a small monitor into the corner.

"Master Richard?"

"It's okay, Fu. Tell me the composition of the gas, the source of the gas, and the time to synthesize the antidote."

"Lucius is analyzing it. We have never seen such a gas. It is initially judged to be a new type of poisonous gas. The most primitive material is the scarecrow's fear gas."

Dick dismissed the claim: "There's no reason why people on the street started attacking each other, fearing the gas would immobilize them."

"They shouldn't be able to move freely." A gentle voice sounded on the communication channel.

"Tim!"

The scene of Tim dying in front of him really brought a lot of psychological shadow to Dick. He lost control for a while, so that he shouted Red Robin's name out of his voice.

"What's wrong?" Tim was acutely aware of Dick's lethargy.

Dick took a deep breath, "Now is not the time to talk about this."

"Ye Yi, I just collected some blood samples from infected people on the street. After analysis, it was found that there was clown's laughing gas in it."

Tim spoke quickly, "You can't just be exposed to poison gas without protection, Batman's equipment is not enough to protect you, you will be affected.

"It's all right," Dick said.

"You'll feel fear, desire, and anxiety..." Tim tried to convince Dick.

"In such emotions your hands and feet will become heavy, you will not be able to move..."

"It's all right, Red Robin, I'm not worried about that."

The human body has a self-protection mechanism.

Dick seemed to have an eerie calm, and his intense emotions were rippling in his heart, but it seemed that the anger and frustration had swelled to the threshold.

This ironic fact made him extremely calm.

"Tell me how I should purify the gas," he whispered.

"Go to Spielger Company and find the purifier there. The source of the poisonous gas comes from Arkham. Spielger is the only person who has come into contact with the clown recently."

Tim sighed deeply, "Penny will send the map to your communicator in a moment, be careful, the protective measures there are set up by the Scarecrow himself."

Tim pauses for a moment, the silence especially pronounced in this urgent moment.

"Nightwing, Batman and Superman are missing, and Arkham is the source of this gas, and Red and I have to go there to make sure the patient doesn't escape."

Dick hung up the call, his heart sinking, but at times like this, he could only hope for Superman.

"He won't let me down." Dick seemed to be repeating a fact, and seemed to be convincing himself.

Jason dodges the hail of bullets on his motorcycle.

"Damn." He cursed under his breath.

"If it was live ammunition, there would not be a living person now."

After he reconciled with Ye Yi, he replaced live ammunition with rubber bullets, so as not to hurt other people's lives, but the disadvantages were also extremely obvious.

As a sharpshooter, Jason can aim anywhere he wants to attack. He is really a killer, but the attack power of rubber bullets is really not very good, which makes him have to fire a few more bullets to stun the enemy.

"Xiaohong! How long is it?" He couldn't help but began to urge Tim.

They are on the outskirts of Arkham, and they don't know what kind of consensus those damned gangsters have reached to distribute 80.00% of their firepower on this place.

"Hold on for 48 seconds." Tim called up the virtual light screen and tapped nervously on it.

"be prepared--"

"Five seconds countdown—"

Jason was stuck counting the seconds, he quickly got behind a broken wall at an astonishing speed.

A cannonball hit him.

Unable to move, Jason had to cover his earmuffs tightly to make sure the sound waves didn't incapacitate him.

The heat wave hit him, and he curled up tightly, using his back to meet the impending impact.

"Fortunately, after soaking in Lei Xiaogu's stinky pool, my recovery speed has become much faster." Jason thought.

"Believe in your will, whether you feel pain or not depends on a person's will, you can force the pain to retract." He remembered Bruce's teachings when he was trained by Robin.

Jason closed his eyes, covered his ears, and pressed his lips tightly, feeling a sudden contraction in his stomach. This tension made him a little nauseous, but he was ready for the severe pain that was coming——

"Stupid Todd."

Jason waited for a while, shrinking into such a small ball, it was difficult even with his flexibility.

He didn't feel any pain.

Jason opened his eyes in amazement, and he saw a boy squatting slightly not far away, holding a huge bazooka in his hand, which was in great contrast to his figure.

The boy flicked his tongue in disgust, and casually threw the heavy cannon barrel on the ground.

That kid is the only bright spot in the dark Gotham.

He was wearing a red-yellow-green uniform, the uniform was covered with dust, which made the bright colors a little dull, and his cloak was flapping in the strong wind.

A group of bats circled and flew around him.

Robin is finally back in Gotham.

The red hood covered his expressive hood, and he didn't say anything, but the hood subtly formed an indescribable expression.

The boy walked quickly towards him.

"You know that stupid red head of yours was almost lost? That thing went through your hood!" Damian snapped.

He held his elbows arrogantly and stared condescendingly at the Red Hood.

"Are you waiting for me to help you?"

Damian curled his lips impatiently, and then he frowned.

"Todd... since when did your hood have an expression? Has it become a spirit?"

"..."

Jason was speechless for a moment, speechless.

"The disapproving gaze of the devil cub is really similar to that of the old bat." Jason thought wildly.

Jason rolled his eyes in boredom, then put his hands on the ground, turned over and stood up. He looked around and saw that everyone was lying on the ground like a puddle of mud, motionless.

Red Robin slid down beside them, smiling, "Thanks, Robin."

Damian snorted.

He looked up at Arkham in the night, the building was like a terrifying monster, entrenched there, but this monster was blasted out by Damian's rocket, and a big hole was cut out of its front .

"We need to remove the obstacles in this building." After saying that, Damian jumped and was led by the claws to the top of Arkham's pointed tower.

"Jason, come and clean the bottom two floors, don't go up."

Tim knew that the Joker was being held in the deepest room, heavily guarded, but such a building would hardly contain the Gotham Nightmare.

He didn't want Jason to meet the clown, and let the clown's sarcastic remarks hurt his brother a second time.

Jason's heart warmed, and he said, "I'm fine, I've reconciled with myself."

Tim gave him a deep look, "Don't set unnecessary tests for yourself, Big Red."

After finishing speaking, he half squatted down and lurked in front of the broken window. After observing to ensure safety, he gently lifted the underground grille.

He burrowed down softly, following the underground grating, trying to see if he could find anything, but found nothing.

"Where did everyone go?"

Tim asked this question. There were at least several hundred people imprisoned in Arkham, as well as a large number of guards and doctors, but now none of these people have disappeared.

He collected himself and moved quickly to the monitoring room. He needed to know what happened here.

Suddenly, an indescribable fear came over him.