What bad intentions could Batman have?.

Today is a good day!

Because the former third-generation Robin, now an ordinary high school student, Tim Drake, did a great thing - not only did he finish all the 10th grade courses, but he also got an A in every subject.

And the most important thing is that he is over 16 years old hahahahahaha!

In the United States, this is considered the legal age of majority!

Oh, of course, Tim knows that this does not mean that a 16-year-old has as many rights as an adult aged 18 and above, but he can still get a driver's license!

Today is the last day of school for the upcoming winter vacation. When the teacher finally announced that school was over, Tim held his graduation certificate and stood in the corridor where he had just walked out of the classroom, laughing wildly and making a terrifying sound that scared his classmates to take a detour.

"Oh my God! Tim is going crazy again..."

"Help, that laughter is so scary..."

"My uncle once took me to visit the lunatic clown gang. They are the guys who worship clowns. They are not as scary as Tim's laugh!"

Amidst the chaotic whispers, a male classmate wearing round glasses said to his best friend:

"Hey, did you know that last time he told me that he was actually Robin? I have long thought that Tim is a bit delusional or something, and he should be sent to Arkham Asylum..."

His best friend was a boy with freckles on his face. He glanced at the man with glasses:

"Hey, you're crazy, he's our classmate."

"Ha, I didn't know you were such a friendly person to your classmates..." the man with glasses said.

He curled his lips: "And the fact is that Tim Drake absolutely cannot be Robin, I have to say this even in front of him."

"Come on, shush!" said his best friend, the freckled man: "You forgot the last time Peterson said in front of Tim that he was crazy, and also said that he imagined he was Robin, and then said what the real Robin was. Now he is in Metropolis, and he has superpowers, saying that he is not Robin at all, and finally tried to beat Tim... What about the fact that he beat him with teeth all over the floor?"

"That thing? I heard about it, but..."

"You weren't there, so you don't know how scary it was for Tim to hit people while howling and screaming. I think there's something wrong with his brain. Maybe it's not paranoia, but schizophrenia or something." said the freckled male best friend.

"Good guy, I think he is delusional at best...but I still think schizophrenia is unlikely."

The man with glasses said:

"Schizophrenics don't get perfect scores in every subject, and they also get the National High School Association Math..."

"Who says people who win math prizes won't have brain problems?"

The freckled man became more and more excited as he spoke:

"Have you forgotten Peterson who was beaten last time? I'm definitely not joking when I say he was beaten all over the place. Tim had at least half of his teeth knocked out, and just re-implanting them would cost him... Still wearing dentures, Peterson and his followers spent at least 15 minutes picking up teeth on the ground.

Although in principle I support Tim beating up such a school bully, it was a bit scary, or at least it scared me. "

He finally concluded, "As far as I'm concerned, Tim is prone to violence even if he's not mentally ill. He—"

"No way, I think there is absolutely nothing wrong with Tim's mind."

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"How can you talk about your classmates like that behind their backs? It's really inappropriate! Tim is our good classmate and class president, and... maybe he is really Robin!"

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"What are you talking about? You're not out of your mind."

The freckled man stretched out his hand worriedly and touched the bespectacled man's head: "You don't even have a fever, why are you talking such nonsense?"

"As classmates, our favorite is Tim. His popularity among us is really great!"

"...Eh. Well, I don't know what you are doing, but I always feel that Tim is weird..."

Halfway through his words, he saw a stiff smile on the face opposite him, and his eyes were frantically warning him.

"..."

The freckled man turned his head stiffly and saw Tim standing behind the two of them with a smile.

He was holding a bottle of mineral water in his hand. He was using so much force that the bottle was distorted and deformed.

He casually placed the bottle on the top of the cabinet next to him, then reached out and inserted his fingers into five holes in the metal cabinet behind the two classmates.

After all, Tim Drake had received a full set of professional training from Bruce Wayne in the Shadow Warriors League. When pressing the cabinet, he subconsciously used the correct force technique and was able to press through it in no time.

"I'm... I'm very sorry!!!" The two classmates were so frightened that their faces turned pale, and they bowed like pounding onions:

"Please let us go!"

"..."

Tim was still a little angry at first, but as a result, he couldn't be angry anymore when they looked like this.

After sending away the two classmates who had fled, Tim packed his things and appeared in the Batcave a few hours later.

"Alfred, are you there? Alfred?"

There was no one in the Batcave, so Tim walked down the stairs and saw a man wearing a Batman uniform sitting there in front of the Batcomputer, taking off his coat and uniform.

"Hey, Dick." The third generation Robin Tim walked over and said hello to the previous generation Robin Dick Grayson who was pretending to be Batman and the current superhero Nightwing.

While Batman was busy with the Justice League, Dick Grayson, the oldest of Batman's adopted sons, Dick Grayson, the original Robin and current Nightwing, has been wearing Batman's clothes and fighting crime in Gotham.

Although he does not have the superpower of X-raying the entire city and flying around like Superman, he is still capable of managing Gotham as Batman.

Unfortunately, Dick can't replace Batman in the Justice League. The replacement Chen Tao is looking for will always be the leader of the Justice League, not the Gotham administrator.

"how is the situation?"

Tim reached out hopefully and clicked twice on the Batcomputer with the mouse, hoping to get a chance for Robin to attack.

Soon, various surveillance images flashed on the screen. They were Batman's bat cameras all over Gotham City, which could monitor the movements of the entire city at all times.

On the screen, Mr. Freeze was wearing a cryogenic armor painted red and green, holding a cryogenic gun in his hand, shooting a large group of robbing gangsters until they cried for their fathers and mothers.

He adjusted the freezing gun to a non-lethal power. Every gangster shot by the gun would be immediately frozen into a lump of ice and lose the ability to resist, but they would not suffer any injuries. As long as they were thawed, they would still be intact. This was simply The best weapon to implement the rule of no killing.

"..." Tim snorted bitterly.

He looked at the gangsters on the screen who were almost frozen into various poses and said: "It seems that Victor has done a good job and there is no need for me to intervene anymore."

He looked at another screen. A large group of claws swaggered across the border in broad daylight. Several black men with guns were subdued in front of the claws. One of the black men waved the crowbar in his hand and fired a beam of energy, but he soon He was easily pushed down by several other sharp claws and kept struggling on the ground.