Just say you lack output [Comprehensive Yingmei]

America, Gotham.

The numerous Gothic buildings are like the protruding barbs on the dragon's back. When night falls, the dark city where crime breeds all the time is finally covered with cold and gloomy moonlight.

Under the cloudy night sky, a black shadow squatted silently on the hideous and terrifying bronze gargoyle.

"At twelve o'clock sharp, Andison, the godfather of Gotham's emerging underground gangster, will transfer a large amount of drugs from the third ferry in Gotham port to his secret base in the name of trading the famous Japanese sword Onikiri."

Batman's cold fingertips pressed against the side of the goggles, and Alfred's gentle voice continued to come from the communicator in the bat mask's pointed ears: "As you can see, this emerging criminal has a particularly cautious personality, The face project is in place, the Gotham police can't get evidence of smuggling, and Director Gordon's search warrant may not be approved."

"That's why I agreed to let Tim figure this out."

Batman said indifferently and unmoved: "If he wants to become Robin, become Batman's assistant, and face those vicious super criminals in Arkham, this is the simplest test."

"Of course I believe that Master Tim has enough ability to complete this simple test. Your poor old butler even specially prepared black tea and cookies in the middle of the night for his return."

Alfred glanced at the tracking signal on the screen, and sent a message to Tim who was already waiting at the port of Gotham: "But this is not the reason why you insist on going out to watch at night with high fever."

"...I took the medicine and I'm not vulnerable."

The cold and gloomy dark vigilante wrapped himself in a black bat cloak, under the cold white goggles, a pair of deep and sharp steel blue eyes looked towards the direction of Gotham port, his voice hoarse Said: "What do you want to say, Alfred."

"I just think Master Tim's training should be over."

The old butler sighed softly: "Master Bruce... In a sense, you do need a new Robin."

Gotham needs a dark vigilante who is calm and sane, not an increasingly violent and dour Batman.

Maybe Bruce himself didn't realize that since Jason's death, his mental state has been extremely poor, and the way of dealing with criminals has become more and more violent and extreme. Insomnia, and even some physical problems.

Batman looked up at the port not far away without saying a word, and his pale lips under half of the mask formed a sharp arc.

"It seems that you have acquiesced... eh? Director Gordon has already turned off the bat lamp, and Master Tim's mission has been completed well."

Alfred let go of his worries about the new Robin, and turned to point the butler's arrow at his uneasy master: "So should you stop following Master Tim for the time being, and express your gratitude to your poor old man." The butler, explain why there are fever-reducing pills in the vase... wait a minute, did I hear the roar of a lion?"

"Roar--"

A deafening, oppressive and terrifying lion roar came from the port of Gotham. It was like the roar of some kind of ferocious beast that was about to fight back after being enraged. Chilling from the soul.

"Congratulations, Alfred, it seems that you are not yet old enough to lose your hearing."

Under the thick night, Batman's handsome face sank in depression. He threw out a pitch-black claw hook from his waist without hesitation, grabbed the rope neatly, jumped off the gargoyle and chased it away with the help of the bat plane. In the direction of Gotham's port - Tim's still there.

The ferry was in sight under the night, and the lights of the police cars were flickering at the pier of the port. Bruce glanced at it quickly, and found that the Gotham police had not had time to close the team, and they were pressing down on dozens of criminals and handcuffed them. Several boxes of drugs that were confiscated were returned to the police station for testing, and Tim, who was standing beside Chief Gordon, was holding a Japanese-style samurai/sword in his hand, and seemed to look up at his direction.

A hasty and domineering lion's roar came into his mind again, as if a dazzling red halo exploded in front of his eyes, and another cold and domineering aura brushed against his body deliberately with unstoppable momentum, Then it swept across Gotham.

Batman frowned and stopped, and found that Tim hesitantly clenched the sword in his hand. Obviously he also heard these unusual roars, but the other policemen and criminals in the port did not show any surprise or shock The look on his face was obviously unaware of it.

Tim didn't get the special treatment from his father, and was startled by the ghost's cold and wanton sharp aura unpreparedly. The next second, he gestured to Batman with a solemn expression under the cover of his uniform.

After confirming that the source of the lion's roar was the warrior/soldier/knife, Batman, independent of the cold wind, subconsciously shrank his pupils and tightened the line of his jaw. He calmly sent a signal to Tim, and then Falling from a height, he quietly stepped forward to communicate with Gordon.

"Can't you tell me in advance? Forget it, this time I won't hold you accountable for almost scaring me into having a heart attack. I have a family history of heart disease."

Director Gordon showed a rather mocking and a little happy expression, and concluded: "Robin solved all the problems, and the police did not suffer any casualties, but there was something wrong with Andison, and he was afraid of going to jail, so He committed suicide with that knife, and even killed several important leaders at the same time to be buried with him."

Then he found that Batman on the opposite side sneered, and mocked hoarsely: "The godfather of the emerging gangster will commit suicide because he is afraid of going to jail, sir, your imagination is getting richer and richer."

"This time it's your lack of imagination, Bat."

Gordon got into the police car, slammed the door shut, and poked his head out of the car window: "At least he committed suicide. More than 100 pairs of eyes saw it with his own eyes. Andison stabbed himself in the lower abdomen with that knife. .”

Batman said unmoved: "So there is a problem with that weapon/warrior/knife, Robin has already taken it away, and I will solve the problem of suicide evidence."

"No problem, the knife is temporarily handed over to you. At least for now, I, the chief of police, can only eat."

The originally clear case immediately became complicated. Feeling the pressure instantly, Gordon let out a long sigh of helplessness and messed up his hair. Then he immediately withdrew his head, started the police car quickly, and did not forget to turn his head to confirm, saying: " Alright, this time I'll-"

Gordon: "..."

As soon as he turned his head, Batman disappeared again.

Arkham meanwhile—

"Whoa - look what I heard, a roar of a lion's oath of sovereignty?"

Under the pale light, the expression on the clown's face was distorted and exaggerated to the point of horror, and his red lips and white teeth smiled sinisterly and sharply. While clapping his hands slowly, he said in a maddened voice full of malice: "My dear old friend , It seems that your Gotham has a new invader."

"It turned out to be a strong and domineering Mr. Lion."

The voluptuous, sexy and wild Leopard Girl changed her expression slightly, and narrowed her ice-blue animal pupils with interest: "And just after arriving, she began to swear sovereignty over Gotham and Batman... I have a hunch , this new friend will come to Arkham to accompany me soon."

The Freezing Man next door to her sneered shortly: "If I remember correctly, you only kissed Batman forcibly half a month ago, and you also tried to bite off his throat and turn him into your exclusive puppet."

"Batman is indeed very attractive. No woman in the world can refuse his charm, but this Mr. Lion is different from that disobedient big bat. First of all, I'm sure he is completely on our side. On this side, and most importantly...in him, I feel the smell of God."

The leopard girl gracefully stretched out an arm covered with light brown fur, and gently licked the back of her hand with the tip of her pink tongue. Her pupils were completely shrunk into a line, and she said with absolute certainty: "He is mine, only fellow gods Only a lion can be worthy of the cheetah goddess of the Thain tribe."

In the next second, a cold and domineering aura swept across the entire Gotham. This aura originating from SSR-level ghosts was very aggressive, like a sharp blade. Although it was fleeting, it scraped through the flesh and soul inch by inch The feeling is still haunting.

The gloating expressions of the super criminals in Arkham Asylum came to an abrupt end, only the clown looked even crazier, and the smile on his pale and handsome face became more and more exaggerated and ferocious: "I smell blood and blades, it's coming Killer, I'm sure someone will die today, if you don't kill him, the killing will never stop, look, our old friend will soon become the next clown!"

"He's a mentally ill lunatic, but this lunatic is as sensitive as a trained mad dog."

Freezing Man was silent for a while, and then he sneered slowly and mockingly, then turned his head and said: "You have good eyesight, Leopard Girl, the origin of this Mr. Lion is indeed very important."