Clark has something to say

Clarke stalked Dick, worried: "Dick, calm down first, I don't think Jason will be with Bruce..."

fight.

...he didn't believe it himself.

The little reporter wiped his face, glanced into the distance, and could already see the spiers of Arkham's clock tower. He was about to fly over, but a sudden weakness made him lose all strength.

Clark's body paused, before he realized what had happened, he straightened his ass and fell down with a "whoosh".

The pastry is used to it every day, so I don't care, but this time there is Dick.

He hugged Dick's shoulder reflexively, and spread his palms to protect the other's fragile neck, trying to use himself as a human cushion to block the impact when he landed.

While pulling, a green light flashed in front of his eyes, and the big blue bird pulled the glove to cover up the green light.

Clark: "?"

He lowered his head blankly: "Kryptonite?"

Dick's movements were exquisite. With Kryptonian eyesight, he didn't even see how he broke free. Suddenly, Clark felt something force-hook at the neckline, and the downward trend gradually slowed down.

Dick was half-lying on top of Clark, feeling that he was about the same height.

He stared straight at Clark, and his voice was soft and soft: "Sorry, Clark, you are not suitable for Arkham, within half an hour, you will be—Blood and the Batmobile will pick you up right away."

As he spoke, Dick slightly bent his knees, ready to jump off with strength.

He didn't dare to raise his eyes again, he hated kryptonite so much, and now he was using it himself, his heart seemed to be dropped by a heavy object, and fell towards the boundless abyss.

But he really didn't want to have anything to do with the Son of the Sun and the garbage in Arkham.

For the last time, he muttered silently in his heart.

He swore that after this time, he would never touch kryptonite again, and if Clark was willing to listen, he would definitely apologize afterwards.

Clark anxiously said, "Why am I not suitable—"

He reached out to grab the big blue bird's uniform, but Ye Yi's uniform wasn't there—Poppa Φ had pulled it several times, but it was all gone.

...I already said that Bruce should put a cape on Dick!

By the time he finally landed on the ground, Nightwing had long since disappeared. He and the Batmobile stared at each other, feeling lonely.

The Batmobile beeped twice: "Can you get on?"

Clark: "Bad."

He was—yes, trying to bargain with the Batmobile: "...please, take me to Arkham,"

The Batmobile also began to bargain, and while talking, suddenly misfired.

Clark turned his head—look, Tim came out from the corner in his shirt, and sighed: "Okay, Clark, I'll take you there."

**

Arkham City.

Roy Harper, aka Arsenal, sat on the ground tremblingly, and greeted Dick in an ultra-soft voice: "Dude? Long time no see."

He was going to be scared away again.

A few ten minutes ago, his good friend Jason was arguing with them for a second, and then, with his eyes closed, fell to the ground without warning.

In the drowsiness, the black-haired young man's face was pale, and his body convulsed uncontrollably.

It's not that Roy has never seen Jason like this. Before, when Jason was entangled in the sequelae of Lazarus Pool and the shadow of death, he looked similar to this.

But never - time, never this time made him flustered.

He hurriedly operated the spaceship, intending to seek help from the Green Lantern Corps. Just after setting the course, Jason, who had been muttering something, opened his eyes in a daze.

Xinghuo quickly got a glass of water: "Jason, how are you—oh."

She was hugged very hard, and when Jason let go, he staggered towards the porthole, his fingers on the console - through the operation, Roy was extremely confused, he stretched his head to look, but was scared away by the destination.

The red-haired young man stopped at the door, staring at Jason tying a gun belt around his thigh in fear. Roy closed his eyes and went all out: "You can't go out!"

Jason said lightly, "Roy, get out of the way."

Roy's heart became even colder. Jason was actually quite different from the first impression given by the red hood, and he was quite easy to talk to. That's why Roy maxed out Jason's credit card and dragged him into the "bat rental" business.

But if Jason really decides to do something, no one can stop him.

He yanked on the spaceship door twice: "I'm with you, there are so many messy people in Arkham, I'll block it for you."

Jason: "Thanks, bro."

Roy stretched his eyebrows, and happily rubbed against Jason. Just as he took a step, he suddenly felt dizzy and untenable. Then he remembered that he had indeed smelled the slight smell of chemical reagents before.

He cursed with the last of his strength, and after waking up, Ye Yi, a bottle-female squirrel, squatted quietly in front of him.

Dick: "Tell me why you came to Arkham."

Roy said: "Jie, Xiaojie, he—"

When Dick heard Jason's name, he basically confirmed his guess. He originally thought that he was the only one who got the memory, but the reactions of Bruce and Jason showed that he was not special.

Slightly estimating the time, at this moment, Jason should not have broken into the clown's cell.

He was right.

Jason is in some trouble... Big trouble, the Joker, Gotham's most terrifying nightmare, is locked in the deepest part of Arkham Asylum, which means that Jason has to go through many obstacles to kill him.

Too bad the madmen in Arkham are team building.

When he entered the door, he was caught in the trap of the Riddler. If he hadn't dodged quickly, he would have been waiting for him to beat the Riddler with great difficulty. How much moraine is there?

He wished to send these lunatics to hell directly, but his only rationality told him that the bullets on his body should be saved until the last.

...but this guy is too foul, he thought.

He didn't even dare to blink his eyes, the sweat dripping from his forehead irritated the mucous membrane, making it itchy and painful, but now as long as he distracted his attention a little, his head might be crushed.

The fist wind brushed past his ears, and the wall behind him was directly smashed out of a hole the size of a watermelon.

His enemy was as strong as a hill, and his physique alone was as big as three flutters. Bane was wearing a mask, and after his voice was filtered, he looked even more terrifying.

"...my old friend Red Hood, I haven't seen you since you left Arkham, and now you're hanging out with bats again?"

Gritting his teeth, Jason threw a few bat darts at Bain.

Bane laughed contemptuously: "I can also break your spine as a gift for Batman."

Jason yelled: "Fuck! Did you fucking—"

— A bone-piercing voice sounded from the side: "...spine?"

Jason was stunned suddenly, his whole body felt like he had been charged with electricity, his head went numb from head to toe, and he subconsciously looked towards the source of the sound.

I don't know when it started to rain heavily outside the window. In the thick night, I vaguely felt that there was a slap on the window frame.

Boom!

Accompanied by the rolling thunder, a bolt of lightning suddenly slid across the sky, and before Bain's eyes, a huge force directly hit his face.

- Boom!

Dick straight-pressed Baine into the wall right in the face.

The rustling powder permeated everywhere, and the solid concrete wall of Arkham was knocked out in an instant—by virtue of our eyes!

Bane roared loudly, the venom from behind was injected into the body along the tube, and the body grew stronger at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Compared with him, the big blue bird was pitifully thin.

Jason: "—Damn, stupid bird!"

He wanted to rush forward without thinking, but he heard Dick ask calmly and flatly: "Whose spine are you going to break?"

Jason: Pupil earthquake!

Nightwing Ghost was like a shadow, and with an almost treacherous gesture, he slammed the hill-like enemy away. Then, he pressed Bain's ribs heavily and bent his knees.

Click.

The sound of bones breaking was extremely clear, and it was even more incredible when combined with the sound of rain outside the window.

Broken back Bane!

Bain fell to the ground, roaring continuously from his throat. After his spine was broken, even he could only lie on his stomach obediently.

Jason's pupils trembled violently: "...grass."

Dick turned his face to the side, with a gentle expression and a calm tone: "Little Wing?"

The ruthless Red Hood swallowed with difficulty, and was as quiet as a chicken.

Oh shit.

In the memory of the future, Dick has always appeared in the state of a ghost, and his fighting power is not as good as that of a big goose. When he was alive, he was always chased and beaten by Damian, and his fighting power was only——

After a long time, he forgot that the real Nightwing could push the enemy into the wall at will.

If Dick Grayson really wanted to do it, Damien or Jason, naughty Robin, he could take three beers in one go

When he fought with Damian, he didn't just let the water go, it literally spilled the flood—spreading the Pacific Ocean.

Jason didn't speak for a long time, making Dick mistakenly think that he was injured. The big blue bird's expression changed, and he walked up to Jason in a few steps, raised his face, and reached out to lift the hood.

Jason was still in a daze, his head was light, and the hood that gave him a sense of security fell to the ground.

The cold fingertips supported the side of his face, causing him to shiver, and then he saw Dick standing on tiptoe, carefully observing his pupils.

Dick: "Fortunately, it's probably a mild concussion."

Jason's heart stopped beating - beat.

He slid back—backed away, his voice fierce: "I'm fine! I'm super fine!"

Dick lowered his eyes and paused for a moment: "...how are you doing after my death?"

Jason's eyes widened suddenly, and he stammered: "You, how could you? How could you—won't the old bat be too?"

Dick pursed his lips, his blue eyes were bright and soft, filled with pain.

Jason - It's all over now.

He is the one who lived to the end, that is to say, as long as he insists on it, no one can question the authenticity of what he said.

He started babbling nonsense: "Great, let me tell you, Clark has been imprisoned for many years, anyway, when he just finished his sentence, the Metropolis just finished rebuilding, and the Daily Planet is very short of people , I restored him to Clark Kent's identity, and then he went to be a social animal again."

"He's been depressed for a few years, and he's dragging his red cape around to do good things, anyway, you know,—it's got to be a process, and when Tim is about to retire, the Met puts him in a big, blue, blue-screened street core. Tong Pan Qiao Ying is pretty pretty."

Dick slightly bent his eyes, and was silent—will: "I see."

After speaking, he shook his hand on the stick and walked to the clown's cell first.

**

The deepest part of Arkham, a single cell.

The crime king of Gotham was holding a deck of playing cards, and he kept drawing them. Suddenly, he withdrew his hand, and the cards fell to the ground.

The clown narrowed his eyes and stared at the door of the cell: "Ha, ha ha... bat? You came to see me?"

Bruce stepped out of the shadows slowly.

The clown froze suddenly, showing a half-crying and half-smiling expression.

Immediately, he fell into an unprecedented rage, and the corner of his mouth pulled out a big arc: "Who turned you into this-who took my joke?"