Just say you lack output [Comprehensive Yingmei]

America, Gotham.

After leaving the port of Gotham, the dignified Batman threw a black-painted claw at the Batplane hovering in mid-air, and returned to the Batcave silently after a few ups and downs.

"...After seeing this knife, Andison acted like he was possessed. He shot and killed several capable men, then overturned the lockbox containing the drugs and announced that the devil ordered him to terminate the transaction. , and finally inserted the blade into his chest without hesitation."

Tim, who returned to the Batcave with Onikiri in advance, did not take off his uniform, but took off the half mask in the shape of a bat. The handsome and lovely boy had a calm expression that did not match his age: "I checked, and there is nothing on the knife. Traces of smearing hallucinogenic drugs, but I heard the roar of a lion, so the possibility of magic cannot be ruled out."

"Roar--!"

As if cooperating with Tim's analysis, the ghost surrounded by a cold aura shuddered violently, and let out another roar that could make ordinary people and even criminals weak, which made Bruce frowned imperceptibly , with a dignified expression, his eyes slowly fell on the Japanese-style dagger held by the young Robin.

"Onikiri is a famous sword in the Heian period of Japan. In Japanese legends, there is indeed an explanation that it can roar like a lion at night, so it is called the son of the lion by humans."

Although the Batcave does not yet have a super criminal's beard or another Taidao to test its sharpness, but this Taidao placed horizontally on the table has been quite ostentatious and domineering to everyone. source of the name.

Alfred, who was waiting in front of the signal tracker to back up the two restless masters, pressed the close button, looked at the vibrating Onikiri with some doubts, and said: "But according to common sense, even if Japan's Heian era No matter how superb the casting technology is, it is impossible for a knife to roar like a lion, and it is impossible for a criminal to commit suicide."

Tim was a little surprised, he was indeed calm and composed, and he was very similar to Bruce in terms of personality and accidents, but before that, apart from Mr. Items and events with special abilities.

"Since it is said to be a famous sword that can kill ghosts, then this sword is likely to be related to the Japanese gods."

Bruce reached out to take Onikiri from Tim's hand, and the latter could no longer hold the demon sword that suddenly trembled for some reason: "After the daily watchtower meeting, I will contact Diana and Zatanna."

"Then did I pass this test?"

When it comes to "becoming Robin as Batman", which he has been looking forward to and working hard for for a long time, Tim's immature face finally faded the calmness that does not match his age, and it is rare to show a little eagerness to be recognized The boy's expression: "batman?"

Batman nodded in confirmation, then his pale lips parted slightly, and the elegant and deep voice that belonged to Brussie's baby cello sounded slowly: "But your physical skills still need to continue to be trained."

"Of course, I will. Dick also said he'd be my sparring partner on vacation. That's Officer Grayson's vacation. How precious it is."

After receiving Batman's affirmative reply, the handsome and cute boy finally breathed a sigh of relief. He rubbed his sore wrist from excessive exertion, and took the initiative to lean in front of Bruce: "It was super troublesome when I brought it back, now Why didn't you move?"

Indeed, the son of the lion, which trembled like an angry lion in Tim's hands, was as obedient as a big cat in Bruce's hands.

Bruce recalled the tyrannical aura that abruptly changed the trajectory and brushed past him at the port, and he was not quite sure whether he had received special treatment, so he frowned and said, "Alfred, give it a try."

"Master Bruce, I'm pretty sure I can't hold this special samurai/knife with my old bones. In fact, I tried it when Master Tim just returned to the Batcave."

Alfred's gentle eyes slowly fell on Onikiri's graceful sword, and he joked very happily: "There is a legend in the east about choosing the master of a famous sword. Perhaps this Heian era sword strictly abides by Japanese Bushido, so for the master The selection is also very careful.”

"... Alfred, I'm not sure if you've reached the age of Alzheimer's disease, so I believe the nonsense of the so-called 'famous sword chooses the master'."

Under the cold white light of the Batcave, Bruce took out a blade for a closer look, and then frowned imperceptibly.

It was a long knife with a black scabbard. The color of the blade was as gloomy as the night sky. The complex and gorgeous dark lines spread down to the thin, snow-colored blade, as if every inch carried the cold air quenched from the ice water, but such a demon sword But in the hands of the new owner, it trembles with joy and satisfaction, and from time to time it makes a low but beautiful roar like a lion.

Somewhat different from the deafening and sovereign roar at the port, these lion roars seem to be unconscious and even somewhat pleasant, like a domestic cat being caressed by its owner and purring non-stop, and its sound and texture are like jade It's quite beautiful to strike each other.

"But you really don't have a more reasonable explanation, do you?"

Compared with the more cautious Batman, Alfred is obviously very fond of any object or even species (such as Kryptonians in Metropolis) that favors Bruce: "I hope Ms. Prince can bring you more relevant and Reasonable answer, but anyway, you can't give it back to the Gotham police, can you?"

"Gordon will fix this."

Bruce put the knife back into its sheath without hesitation, and then couldn't help but glanced at the glass cabinet with Jason's uniform hanging beside him, "Onikiri's power is very powerful, and it has uncertain hallucinogenic properties. It can even Letting a gangster godfather commit suicide ... it's absolutely dangerous."

His eye sockets were a little red, but even Alfred couldn't tell whether it was from anger or sadness, but after a while, Mr. Butler's tired master rubbed the center of his brows with his fingertips, and said wearily: "But The lion's roar at the port has definitely alarmed the criminals in Arkham, Onikiri must not fall into their hands."

"So the Wayne family has another treasure that can't be seen, right? And it's also a priceless Japanese national treasure. I have to say that your investment vision continues to amaze me."

Alfred changed the subject calmly, and then calmly pressed the elevator button of the Batcave: "But now, Master Bruce, shouldn't you swallow those two antipyretics you hid in the vase? May I remind you that Master Tim is still here, as a father, I hope you can set the right example."

"...I've never been a good father."

Bruce closed his eyes lightly, and threw the bat cloak and mask on the swivel chair in front of the console. He noticed Alfred and Tim's hesitant expressions, but in the second-generation Robin's blood-stained uniform In front of him, unable to summon up any energy to respond, he sighed softly, got up holding Onikiri and prepared to return to the manor.

It wasn't that he was worried about leaving Onikiri in the Batcave, but in fact, it was just because whenever he was three steps away from Onikiri, the tachi became restless like a ferocious beast that had left its master's restraint. Non-stop, as if Yu Kong could catch up in the next second.

After Bruce returned to his room, it was already 02:30 in the morning. He took the calm Taidao into the bathroom, took a quick shower, and barely entered after nearly an hour of insomnia. light sleep.

When the owner of the room was breathing gradually, 23, who was put under the night light, was finally able to end the mimicry of the sword, and face his mission target, or the owner, in human form again.

The handsome and tall young man raised his long, raven-colored hair, passed through the alarm devices installed around the main body indifferently, and stopped in front of the king-size black bed: "Black."

"Main quest—Arkham Asylum, quest objective: clown, completion condition: output damage not less than 50.00%, quest type: team battle, suggest the host to join the Justice League."

The cold electronic sound of the system instantly sounded in the consciousness: "The map is successfully opened, the vision sharing is confirmed, the target has been found and locked, and it is confirmed by scanning that the target is the Justice League consultant-Batman."

"You don't need to join the Justice League. Judging from Onikiri's master control, as long as it can get the approval of Batman and Alfred, its power can basically be fully integrated into the mission world, not to mention that I only belong to the recognized master. Bruce Wayne, not some Justice League."

23 stood quietly beside the bed, Bruce Wayne's handsome but tired face was reflected in her light golden pupils, her expression was gentle, but her voice was as cold as a piece of ice: "As for the super criminals in Arkham in the main mission, Since you dare to offend Onikiri's master, there is no need to continue living, and Superman... no, no, Superman must live."

The system recalled the mental assessment in which the host was evaluated as a high-risk state, and said vigilantly: "... Comrade 23, you look a little wrong."

"No? No, I feel fine."

Without affecting the task, 23 has found it difficult to devote energy to correcting her mental state, so after noticing the unnoticeable bluish black under Bruce Wayne's eyes, she leaned down and couldn't help but want to kiss him Closed eyes.

The system just watched its host cut off the communication of consciousness, and instead murmured with an expression so focused that it was almost pious: "...Master."

"...I'm even more unsure about your sexuality now."

In the last mission, I was still worried about the system that the host Lily tended to fall into silence. For a while, I couldn't tell whether this scene should be regarded as BG or BL. You can only quickly start recording Onikiri's impact on the mission log.

However, 23's icy lips could not fall on Bruce Wayne's eyes in the ghost cut state, because in the next second, her bent neck was grabbed by the throat with an equally icy palm.

Her identified master, Bruce Wayne, opened his steel-blue eyes that were sharp and indifferent like blades, increased the strength in his hand without hesitation, and said in a hoarse and low voice: "whoareyou."