[Comprehensive British and American] Robin Girl Potter

In Harley's impression, Batman has always frightened Gotham with coldness and terror, saying the least words, shaking the longest cape, and catching the fiercest villains.

Never collapse.

And today she watched helplessly as this Batman tilted his head because of Queenie's words, and even exchanged a few uncertain glances with the red hood.

Harry tilted his head towards Queenie and asked her quietly, while still keeping his eyes glued to "Batman".

"What did you say?"

Queenie didn't speak, she put her hips on her hips and raised her chin high.

"If you let me go to Arkham, I won't tell Harley who you really are."

Harry almost jumped up, "Hey! Where are you like this!"

Too much too much!I can no longer be sisters!

"Batman" then made an even more inappropriate action. He crossed his arms and looked down at Queenie, actually giving Harley the illusion of a parent admonishing a child.

"I don't know how you figured it out", the electronic voice that was supposed to be emotionless turned out to be full of earnestness...

This must be an illusion...

"But," the Dark Knight continued, "don't try to blackmail us with this secret. Children should go home and go home. Arkham is not a place for you to stay."

"Be obedient, don't be brave, we will definitely rescue your father, you will not be able to help but also cause trouble if you go there," Batman softly comforted the unconvinced girl with her neck stuck, "We have been delayed for so long, you If you and Harry can go back to the manor right away, it will be the biggest help for us to go to Arkham with peace of mind."

Harley trusted Queenie now, because even if Uncle Bruce coaxed her, he wouldn't be so... talkative?

Queenie didn't agree with anything, she was stubborn, "I can help!" She gritted her teeth, looked around, and revealed her biggest secret to the three Gotham vigilantes.

"I can know what people around me are thinking, so I have known your secret identities a long time ago."

The three masked vigilantes fell silent.Damian was the first to reply, without any surprise in his tone, "I thought something was wrong with you for a long time, so it turned out to be like this... This explains a lot of things."

"It's useless to be able to read minds, the little devil should just go home," Red Hood said nonchalantly, "Can you still rush into Arkham with your bare hands and loudly announce how crazy those crazy people really are?"

Then he made a move that surprised everyone - he took off his red hood completely.

On the chest with the blood-red bat logo and above the brown jacket is a face that Harley is very familiar with—Brother Jason!

"Look, Harley, I'm Jason," Jason's red hood brushed his hair, tucked the hood under his arm, and pointed to Batman next to him, "This is your brother Dick. Bruce is injured, it's you I know, so let's take over."

Then he bent down to look at Queenie with a smug face, as if he had won some reward.

"Okay, now there's no more secrets, hurry home with Damian, we've been delayed long enough," he turned his head, and confirmed with Dick, "Is there any news from Tim? We must hurry up .”

Realizing that Dick Batman didn't answer him, but just stared at him, Jason stood up straight and shrugged, "What's the matter, you also told Ah Fu that you want to tell her earlier. I think today is a good opportunity, how can the red hood Being blackmailed by a little girl?"

"Thank me, it will be much more convenient in the future." Thinking about having to find ways to hide equipment every time he goes home, Jason has a headache.

"Hey..." Batman rubbed the back of his head, "The main reason is that I didn't say hello to Ah Fu... Forget it, that's okay."

He then stared sternly at the two little girls, pointing at Harley and Queenie with his gloved index finger, "Okay, let's make it clear what should be revealed and what should not be revealed. See, in order for the two of you to get back together." How much effort the family put in. Ah Fu will definitely punish you."

Queenie was already choking on Jason's frankness. It was so helpless that the biggest bargaining chip was overthrown by the other party.

Red Hood is so cruel...

And Harry's heart is more complicated.She really... what can she say?The whole family are superheroes, except her?

"No matter..." Queenie cheated, "I'm going! I'm going to find my father!"

Harley already wanted to persuade Queenie to go back. Although he didn't know how good Brother Dick was, Uncle Bruce at least dared to let him wear a bat costume; optimistic.

Robin Damian was thus placed in an auxiliary role by Harley.

Jason looked as if he wanted to tie up the two children and take them home by force.

At this moment Damian interjected: "There's no time to fight with them, Red Robin's latest news - the police are going to stop the negotiation and persuasion, and are preparing to attack."

Jason's face was gloomy for a moment, "In other words, they are going to give up on rescuing the hostages."

"What are you talking about?" Queenie looked dazed, "Are they going to abandon my father?"

"Take me there! Be sure to take me there!" Queenie shouted unwillingly.

The brothers looked at each other, and Harry finally nodded his brother Dick, "There is no time to waste, take the two of them, it happens that Queenie's mother is there and can take care of them."

So Queenie finally got her wish.And Damian was reluctant - in order to make room for the two girls, he was forced to switch from the co-pilot of the Batmobile to the back seat of Jason's motorcycle. This way of going to the scene of the crime is not cool up.

**********

In the high-speed Batmobile, Harley looked out the front window at the hell on earth that everyone in Gotham knew-Arkham Asylum.

Don't be fooled by its name, this is never a purely medical institution, but a treatment center for criminals with severe anti-social personality and mental illness.

It is essentially a prison, and because almost all the most brutal, evil, and inhuman criminals in Gotham are concentrated here, the degree of danger is several levels higher than that of ordinary prisons.

Harry saw this eerie building, which was set off by the flashing red and blue police lights at the door tonight, making it even more treacherous.

In front of the police car, a figure in a windbreaker walked quickly to greet him after seeing the Batmobile. This was Sergeant Gordon, who often appeared in the newspapers.

As soon as Harley and Queenie got out of the car, Brother Dick handed them to Mrs. Kowalski without saying a word.

Queenie rushed to her mother as soon as she saw her, and Harry saw wet tears on Mrs. Kowalski's face.

In this private moment between their mother and daughter, Halle felt a little redundant.She moved quietly towards Sergeant Gordon and Brother Dick who were talking, hoping to overhear a sentence or two of the conversation.

All Harry could hear was Sheriff Gordon's slightly raised voice, brother Dick's was too low.

"...don't negotiate with terrorists," Harry heard this sentence, "the mayor has been putting pressure on me..."

She also heard the words "SWAT" and "military" pop up from time to time.

At this time another fat policeman came towards Sergeant Gordon, holding a walkie-talkie and directing the action loudly.

"Jim," the fat policeman patted Sergeant Gordon, "start to act, the SWAT team is already in place, we can't trust you anymore."

Queenie and her mother also saw the fat policeman, and they walked quickly.

"Can you..." Mrs. Kowalski choked up, "Can you save my husband again..."

The fat policeman spread his hands, "It's really impossible, ma'am, this is an order from above...The people who detained your husband and asked to be released are all the most vicious criminals. They have controlled all the jailers—or killed them all. I don't know how they did it. Our police must not agree to their request, otherwise the safety of other people in Gotham will not be guaranteed!"

"No! How could you do this!" Queenie protested, held in her mother's arms, "Dad has always been helping you the police!"

"The government paid him too," said the fat policeman, lighting a cigarette.

"And he also got a valuable psychiatric case. First-hand, only this one. He knows the risks, and besides, we have signed an agreement with him in advance - if he suffers any physical and mental harm during this period, he promises not to prosecute Police station."

Not to mention Queenie, Harley was a little angry-although what the policeman said made sense when he thought about it, he discussed human life as if he were discussing an object.

"Harvey," Sergeant Gordon turned his head, his glasses reflecting, "don't talk about it yet."

The fat policeman named Harvey turned off the walkie-talkie, "These comforts are useless, it's better to let them recognize the reality earlier."

Seeing that no one agreed with him, Harvey stomped out his cigarette and sighed to Sergeant Gordon, "You can do whatever you want, and you can go and explain to the mayor when the time comes."

Sergeant Gordon patted Queenie's mother on the shoulder sympathetically, "Please forgive me, Mrs. Kowalski, our people will do their best to protect your husband's safety during the storm."

Leaving aside the issue of ticket tearing, random guns don't have eyes.Even Harley knew the promise was hollow.

Brother Dick tried his best to imitate Batman's way of speaking, "Let me first try to rescue Mr. Kowalski alone, and then you attack."

Sergeant Gordon looked very tired. He took off his glasses and wiped the hem of his clothes. "Do you think we haven't tried it? They blocked all the entrances."

"Because you are not me," Batman replied coldly, "give me some time to act alone, and it will not be too late for you to attack afterward. What is the time limit given by the other party?"

Sergeant Gordon paused as he wiped his glasses, "This is the strange thing, they didn't give a time limit."

Harley was infected by the tense atmosphere, and more importantly, she couldn't see her best friend losing her father...

"I can probably move people in," she interjected timidly, tugging at Batman's cape.

Sheriff Gordon looked at her indifferently, and asked Batman, "What is she talking about?"

Brother Dick immediately replied bluntly, "It's nothing, she was joking."

Sergeant Gordon didn't think about it either. He looked at Queenie who was hugging her mother, and said to Batman, "I can buy you another half hour, no more."

Dick, wrapped in a batsuit, nodded, "Enough."

He pulled Harry back into the shadows in the distance. As soon as he avoided the crowd, Dick warned Harry seriously, "Don't reveal to anyone that you know magic like this again! You will be used by others!"

Brother Dick's usually gentle voice became deep and hoarse, and Harry could only nod awkwardly.

Dick tapped his ear, although he reprimanded Harley, but the girl's ability did make him aware of a new breakthrough in the rescue mission, "Red Robin, where's the result of the infrared scan in Arkham's room?"

"An organized operation, of this scope, may have been planned for at least three months, or even half a year."

"Who in Arkham has this ability?" Dick wondered, "Which criminal did Bruce catch in the period from three months to half a year ago?"