Dressed in a superhero shell to save the world [Comprehensive British and American]

"Is it a knockoff in a Robin uniform? Great," mutters one criminal, "He scares me, if Robin comes, will Batman be far behind?"

"Shut up idiot, we were going to teach Batman a lesson!"

"No, no, you're wrong, it's not just a lesson." The Scarecrow said in a smooth voice, "I want to make Gotham tonight his farewell stage."

"What?" said Red Hood.

"I know you don't intend to kill him now." The Scarecrow said impatiently, "but I don't think you are such a soft-hearted person. It's fine to save Batman until the end. A rich meal must be eaten slowly. But you What are you doing with this kid who sneaked into the factory? You don’t have to kill him, I can use it as my experimental material.”

Damian: ...

Scarecrow, you are dead.

Arkham Knight, you are on your way to death.

He didn't know that the current controller of the mental hospital was also very confused.

Twenty minutes ago he found himself leaning against a helicopter gunship, surrounded by criminals in prison uniforms and construction suits, holding prohibited weapons and chatting away.

They didn't look like kidnappers strictly guarding the hostages, but they seemed to be on a relaxed and happy outing.

How does it feel to be in the enemy camp and be ignored by everyone?

Red Hood: Thank you.

After only about 0.1 second of reaction time, he got angry from the heart, and without hesitation, he pressed the head of the idiot who had the most fun chatting into the green grass.

The guy then burst into a tragic howl: "—Boss!!"

Depend on.

Who is this calling? !

Dare to ask for help?

I don't know why the criminals around not only did not resist, but also took a few steps back and remained silent.Jason felt that something was wrong, but he took the opportunity to crush his head on the ground again: "Shut your mouth."

The criminal groaned under his hands: "I'm sorry boss! I was wrong boss! Please spare my life! You didn't move before, I thought you didn't mind us talking."

"..."

This time there should be no misunderstanding.

Jason thought calmly.

If an Arkham criminal calls you 'Boss', ask: Who are you?

What if you still had the giant Arkham logo on your chest?

What if you still have a scar in the shape of the letter "J" on your face?

The camera inside the helmet captured his blank expression, well, at least the hair wasn't green.

It took him 10 minutes to sort out all the waste around him - he didn't use a gun, he found that the weapon in his hand was a live ammunition - he sat in the cab and fell into a myth after soothing his mood.

Barbara gave him a communication, which was an encrypted signal covering the whole city. They had agreed to use this method to communicate in case of accident, because no special equipment was needed, and the degree of confidentiality was sufficient.

But it is really inconvenient for Red Hood to use audio and video. He found himself trapped in the villain's stronghold... It's not right to say that, after all, the leader of the villain is himself.In short, the current Mr. Arkham Knight, who has no time and mood to report in detail, is lost on the road of life.

Then he found Damian's figure in the trap set by "himself" to trap Batman, that is, in the ACE chemical plant.

In this world, Batman's own son does not seem to have been born, at least neither the Scarecrow nor his subordinates recognize it.

Jason wanted to ask about Thalia's situation, but thought that the militiamen under him could not understand the League of Assassins, and the risk of in-depth communication with the Scarecrow was too great, so he gave up.

Then the scarecrow's rhetoric gave him a second crit.

According to Dr. Klein's tone, Gotham is already in the bag, and if you solve Batman in minutes, you will win a big victory.I don't know what they drove the people to rise up, let the flag of Arkham fly over the United States and then become an independent sovereign country?

Just in case, the Red Hood went to find out who the current president is.The result is that I have never heard of the name of the person in power, and the sense of substitution suddenly loses another level, leaving only absurdity and anger-you are the only ones who control Gotham? !

...and myself.

Jason thought to himself, it's so damn good, kill Batman's son and then kill Batman himself, as expected of you Red Hood, people always have dreams.

Several of his standby men surrounded him, looking up at him eagerly: "What should we do now, boss?"

how could I know?

Arkham Knight kicked over the chair: "Go away and do as I say!!"

"Okay Boss! Got it, Boss!"

They scrambled away and left, which shows that the Arkham Knight usually has a lot of prestige.

He picked up the weapon at hand and fired three shots at the open space. The bullets were empty, and the gun stock was still warm, as if this ruthless murder weapon was waiting to be praised by its master.

However, its owner just stared at it and didn't speak for a long time.

There must be something wrong with this world.

**

There must be something wrong with this world.

Moses thought.

Robin looked at him several times and wanted to speak, but hesitated to speak.The clown joked on the other side that he could never figure out the minds of young people, no matter which birdie would eventually drift away from him, some of them died and some were still alive but were left far away, Batman is a silent madman Man is a rational mute. Speaking of this, the clown shook his shoulders and said happily: My illness is nothing more than that. I have only found one intelligent person in the whole city for more than 20 years, but he is a lunatic!

This is not right.

Moses retorted in his heart.

The Joker is in Arkham, everyone's alive and well, Barbara's legs are intact, Tim has long hair...that's another thing, anyway—wait.

Joker locked up in Arkham?

The chaotic images flashed through his mind, sank in the depths of his consciousness, and turned into nothingness.

The clown smiled and looked at him curiously: "What are you thinking, little bat, I'm not in Arkham, I'm in your mind."

This is not right.

The clown is dead.

He also took another child.It's Robin.heavy snow.night.Suburban warehouse.Blood.

Green eyes that never opened again.

"Ja..."

A name is about to blurt out.

Tim puts his hands on his shoulders—when did the kid get so tall?

"What's wrong with you? Bruce? Batman?!"

"Tim?"

Moses looked at him.

"I am fine."

"You almost let the Batmobile hit the fence just now." Tim pointed out, "Or should I drive it? Although the car shouldn't be damaged even if it hits the wall, something will happen to the wall. Gotham has suffered enough damage, I Don't think we need to contribute more to her complete rebuilding."

"..."

"Lucius upgraded the original parts of the Batmobile. Its operating feel is not the same as before. I haven't had time to debug it yet."

"Try me instead." Tim insisted, "Everyone's driving habits are different, and I can help you figure out what's wrong."

Moses was just about to say no.But he got a call from Commissioner Gordon.

"You drive." He gave up the driving seat, "We will meet in front of the ACE factory in 10 minutes."

"No problem." Tim waited for this sentence, he stepped on the accelerator and rushed towards his destination.

On the way, Robin sent a message to Lucius.

"Has there been any recent modifications to this car that will affect the driving feel?"

The other party replied quickly: usually not.The performance has definitely improved, but we try not to make the driver have to adapt to the new operating habits every time, what's the problem?

Tim: No, thanks.

Then he contacted Barbara.

"I suspect something is wrong with Bruce's memory."

After connecting, Tim said straight to the point.

Barbara Gordon: "What's going on?!"

"He doesn't remember the purpose of our coming to this coordinate system, and is going to the chemical plant to stop the Scarecrow's conspiracy. I thought about three possibilities before. One, Batman is the Batman of this universe, and Bruce didn't come here at all. Two, Batman is the Batman of the universe, and Bruce came to this side, and that body somehow didn't flow under his will. And three, Batman is Bruce as we know him, but he's lost or confused some of his memories."

"Then he just said that the Batmobile feels different from the past. I also think it is different. The steering wheel of this car is heavier, and it is easy to hit the buildings on both sides when turning." Tim did not say when he tested It was by no means his fault that it smashed two flower beds, even Batman almost got into a car accident just now, "but that's a comparison with the car in our world. Lucius said that the feel of the car is the same as before the modification. This shows what?"

The police chief's daughter was keenly aware of the blind spot: "It means you didn't know when you secretly drove the Batmobile in our world? But you don't have a driver's license, Mr. Timothy Drake."

Tim: "...we'll talk about this matter later."

"Okay, I understand what you mean. We have to find a way to remind Bruce of our purpose. The key point should be on him."

"That's it. I'll meet him at the chemical plant to observe the situation temporarily, and we'll talk about it when Ye Yi arrives."

Barbara: "Okay, I...wait a minute, someone on my side seems to have———"

Her voice suddenly disappeared.

Only the quiet current sound remains.

Tim suddenly became nervous: "Prophet?! Are you still there? What happened?"

No one answered.

Robin looked at the winding and dark road behind him, and couldn't help taking a deep breath of the air that smelled of gunpowder.

**

Commissioner Gordon is contacting Batman.

In his hand is a communicator with a bat-shaped protective case that he has never seen before, and he can tell who it is from at a glance.Therefore, after coming to this familiar yet unfamiliar police station without any warning, listening to the busy and impatient conversations of the police officers and the yelling of criminals in the temporary detention room, and looking at the shocking police dispatch records in hand, the old chief chose the first time. Ask your old friends.

"What the hell is going on?"

He found a private room with no one there, shut himself in the room and locked the door, pacing up and down in confusion, "I was in Gotham before, but I shouldn't be in Gotham here, you know what I mean I thought I was having a nightmare, dreaming that the clown lunatic ran out of Arkham again, this time messing up the whole city, but how did they do it?"

"And you—Batman, are you fighting them?"

In the howling wind, the Dark Knight didn't immediately ask what happened to him.

His voice was as steady as an unshakable beacon in the storm: "I am here."