[Comprehensive British and American] Backbones League

In the end, Salas's plan to join was agreed, but before that, Bruce told him that he would undergo strict training.

"That's not an easy thing to do," Bruce said to Salas.

Salas shook his head and said with a smile, "It's not easy for me to watch you get hurt and not be able to do anything."

Because he had to learn these things, his residential life was temporarily canceled, and he moved back to Wayne Mansion, where he was driven to school every day.

Bruce wanted to get him a tutor, but Peter still had to go to school, so he refused.

After two months like this, Salas went to school during the day and studied the work of the Batman at night—that is, he did part of the work for Ah Fu, who was actually too old to continue.

Probably because he is really Batman's child, he easily adapted to his night life, and gradually started to work, he can give Dick and Tim some tips at night like Alfred, for example, "Dick , you should go to the right, see that staircase, go up that staircase, you can escape from the empty room on the left of his fifth floor", or "Tim, there are Penguin people behind you, they are now 132 meters away from you , you'd better hide in the nearby bushes, and I will remind you when they leave."

As far as we can see, they are cooperating well. Although Salas seldom leaves home, relying on monitoring, maps and keen intuition, the tips he gives are timely and useful.

Even his twin brother had to admit that Salas was useful.

And Dick even regretfully said to Bruce that if it weren't for Salas' legs, maybe he would become another excellent Robin.

Bruce is noncommittal.

Afu believed in Salas, and gradually shifted from being responsible for all the people in the Bat family to only being responsible for Bruce, and handing over the others to him, and Salas also completed the task very well.

The past two months in Gotham can be called calm. Not long after Jason revealed his identity, Bruce knew the fact that Silence was not dead and that it was his own childishness. Unfortunately, he failed to catch these two .

Afterwards, neither Hush nor Jason seemed to have disappeared from Gotham without doing anything.

However, Bruce still found out the role of the Riddler in this, and after going to Arkham to beat up Nygma, he added three more alarms for him and the clown who was captured back to Arkham again. Afterwards, Arkham remained silent.

These two months of life can be called comfortable, but Bruce did not relax because of this, he has been paying attention to another rather troublesome villain-the magician.

After that afternoon, the magician suddenly disappeared from the world, and there was hardly any trace.

But Bruce is very clear that these villains will never make it so easy for him, they must be doing things behind the scenes.

In a blink of an eye, it was late December, and Salas's course for this semester was over.

Peter was an exchange student for one year, but he must go home during the holidays, so Salas had to send his friend who had been with him for a year back to New York.

"Be careful on the road." Outside the airport, Salas handed Peter the gift he had prepared for Aunt May and Tony, while telling Peter, "Say hello to Tony and Aunt May for me."

"Of course." Peter stuffed the gift into his backpack, "You have to take good care of yourself, too."

Salas suddenly made a closer gesture to Peter, and Peter skillfully squatted down, leaning against Salas, and heard Salas whisper to him: "You have to remember that when you are a superhero, you can be sure Do what you can.”

He spoke seriously, so Peter nodded seriously.

Afterwards, they hugged each other, and Salas watched Peter enter the airport, then turned around and said to Ah Fu, "Let's go."

Afu pulled his wheelchair and pushed him towards the direction of the car: "Parting is always a sad thing, isn't it, Master Salas?"

"Of course, Ah Fu." Salas said, "But I think it won't be too painful as long as you prepare in advance. After all...Peter will come back next year."

After speaking, they had already arrived at the side of the car, and Afu opened the car door for Salas.

"That's great, Master Salas." Salas moved into the car skillfully, then watched Afu fold the wheelchair for him and put it in the trunk, and then said to him, "I'm so happy, parting It didn't hurt you."

"If one day I leave you, Bruce, and Dick, I will become very painful." Salas said jokingly.

While starting the car, Ah Fu still did not forget to tease Salas: "I also hope that you will stay with us forever, but one day you will grow up and leave. At that time, it may not be that we want you to leave, but You can't wait to leave yourself."

"Ha." Salas smiled.

Ah Fu drove him back to the Wayne Mansion in the car.

For the most part, Wayne Mansion is occupied by Salas, Alfred, Damian and Bruce.Tim and Dick are grown up, have their own affairs, and if it's not a big case, they're both out.

So when he got home, Salas saw his brother practicing sword in the yard.

Like him, Damian also came out of the League of Assassins, but he was not abandoned, but was successfully raised by Thalia, and was only sent back to Bruce in recent years.

Damian, who grew up in the League of Assassins who pursued natural selection, especially looked down on him. In his opinion, Salas's legs were destined to be the one who would be eliminated if he was not strong enough.

However, the relationship between Salas and him is not as deep as that of several other people who have been together all the time. In addition, there will be a natural comparison between the twins, and they are not as harmonious as they seem.

So when two people saw each other, they usually reluctantly greeted each other and left.

But recently, after Salas started to participate in the night work of the Batman, and Damian found that he was not so useless, his attitude towards him changed to a certain extent.

At least now that they saw each other, they could still speak a few words calmly.

"Peter Parker is gone?" Damian said before Salas was about to enter the mansion.

Salas stopped, turned around and said gently to Damian: "Yes, Damian."

"Oh." Damian turned around and didn't continue.

Salas paused for a moment, not knowing why Damian asked suddenly, so he asked, "Is there any question, Damian."

"No." Damian said stiffly, "It's just that Peter Parker delayed your training. You should focus more on training instead of taking those boring classes with Peter Parker."

The IQ of the Bat family is high enough, as well as in terms of learning. Damian has never agreed that they need to spend time learning some boring courses.

Salas paused, he felt a little uncomfortable, but he smiled politely: "I will pay attention, Damian."

After speaking, he entered the mansion in a wheelchair.

"Damian is greeting you." Ah Fu said to him.

Salas nodded: "I know."

He could feel that Damian's attitude towards him had changed to a certain extent, but anyway, he didn't like his tone when he talked about Peter.

It is also understandable that although the Justice League and the Avengers belong to the ranks of superheroes, they are always inexplicably competitive with each other, and the younger generation is no exception.

just peter...

When Peter was around, Salas didn't have any deep feelings. Now that Peter left suddenly, Salas still felt a little uncomfortable.

He himself thought it was funny, he was alone for more than ten years when Peter didn't come, why did he feel that he couldn't do it after Peter came for a while?

Probably because he never stayed with one person every day—even Alfred and Bruce, they would not go to school with Salas, leave school, and sleep in the same dormitory.

In two days Salas would get used to it.

What's more, he has a lot of things to do, and he doesn't have time to tangle with Peter Parker.

The mobile phone in his pocket vibrated, Salas didn't take it out to look at it, but greeted Ah Fu, and then went back to his room in a wheelchair.

There is no monitoring in the room. Even at home, Batman shows his unparalleled desire for control. For example, installing monitors in every corner of the home, only the room barely has a piece of pure land.

After Salas arrived in the room, he took out his mobile phone.

Mobile phones are specially processed and can be connected with some specific groups of people.

For example, Jason Todd.

[I found it, when are you coming? 】

Salas closed his eyes. In the past two months, he studied and lived here with Bruce, but his other identity did not do nothing.

【soon. 】He replied with a sentence, 【After I know something, he will come over immediately, and keep an eye on him. 】

[OK. 】

Salas thought to himself, time to move.

Night, Arkham.

Arkham, who has been quiet for a long time, is destined to have a sleepless night today.

A dark-skinned young man in a white long coat held a slender bow and arrow in his hand from a long distance away.

A blue light gathered on the bow and arrow, the young man pulled the bow and arrow away, the blue light turned into an arrow, and the slender fingers immediately let go.

With a whoosh, the arrow pierced through the wall of Arkham, and even directly penetrated the central control facility in the deepest part of Arkham.

In an instant, Arkham sirens sounded throughout the island.

The young man's expression didn't change in this way. His green eyes looked at the noise in Arkham indifferently, and then he stepped into Arkham.

Arkham was indeed in chaos. Guards, doctors, even after experiencing countless Arkham escapes, they could not remain completely calm.

The arrow just now destroyed Arkham's central control facilities. At present, Arkham's power is almost completely cut off. The technicians are rushing to repair it, trying to restore Arkham's power as soon as possible.

Safety protection measures allow the prison door to lock automatically, changing from intelligent control to physical control.

However, this did not calm down those excited lunatics. The moment they discovered that Arkham was powered off, they understood that this was the hundreds of attacks Arkham had encountered.

They excitedly knocked on the locked iron door, adding a bit of anger to the already dangerous atmosphere in Arkham.

"Who's doing it?"

"Let me out, I can give you a lot of money."

The young people who escaped from the guard's detection through the darkness heard such shouts from all directions as soon as they entered the place where the prisoners were held. Coupled with the sound of lunatics hitting the iron gate, the whole space became a little more terrifying.

But the young man didn't care about this, he still walked in very calmly, just as if the shouts in his ears didn't exist at all.

The sound gets quieter as you go in. Most of the prisoners outside are ordinary lunatics, and those who really go inside are some capable super criminals.

Most of them didn't react in such an environment, and they still did what they should do. As for what they were planning in their hearts, it was unknown.

"Who are you?" Suddenly someone called out.

The young man stopped and turned his head to look in the direction of the sound.

The darkness hides his figure, and ordinary people cannot see him, but what Arkham lacks most is extraordinary people.

Victor Zass.

The sign on the door said that young people have excellent eyesight and can see very clearly with ease.

At the same time, he could see a pair of wolf-like eyes staring at him with interest at the crack of the iron door.

"Who are you here for?" Zath asked again.

"What's none of your business?" The young man replied, his body was clean and clear, and he sounded like those good boys outside, but what he did didn't mean a good boy at all, instead it cast a shadow over him. A touch of madness.

"You take me out, I'll do something for you." Zas licked his lips and said.

The cells in this area are full. Although they didn't speak, they could hear what Zas said. When they heard the word get out, they were somewhat excited.

No one likes staying in Arkham, they are all captured by Batman, and they don't like Arkham even more.

"If I can." The young man replied without thinking.

After speaking, he continued to walk inside, all the way to the deepest cells.

He looked up at the sign on it—Edward Nygma.

So he raised his hand politely and knocked on his door.

"Who?"

"Don't you know who I am?" he asked back.

"Oh honey, it's perfectly polite to ask who you are, you see I didn't ask you riddles, that must know who you are, and it's easy to recognize with such a fanfare like you, don't question My IQ." Across the cell door, Nygma's voice sounded a bit unreal, which can basically tell how thick the cell door is and how difficult it is to destroy it physically.

But the young man didn't care, he just replied calmly: "So much nonsense, do you want to be made into a puppet by me?"

"Do you only threaten me with this thing every time?" Nygma said angrily, "Are you here to save me, or to mock me? Of course, I know you must come to save me."

"Whether to save you depends on your performance. In fact, I am here to collect debts for Penguin." The young man said decisively, "Where did you put the nuclear bomb you stole from Penguin, Edward Nygma?"