Dressed in a superhero shell to save the world [Comprehensive British and American]

Tim: "Are you kidding me?"

Dick: "—I'm kidding."

They stared at each other in silence for a moment.

Ye Yi shook his head: "Pretend I didn't say that. I'll go around the city again. If you have any new information, remember to contact me at any time."

He tucked his weapon and some odds and ends back around his waist, and hesitated for a moment as he passed Damian - he noticed the boy's uncharacteristic silence, but everyone was in a low mood at this time.

"Damian." He still called the other person's name, "Can you promise not to sneak out before I come back?"

Damian didn't answer.

He threw aside the bat dart he had been playing with just now, jumped off the chair and went upstairs without looking back.

To be honest, this back looks a bit like Bruce, and the power of genes is really strong.

"Me and Alfred will watch him," Tim promised, "but you have to be careful not to do anything out of the ordinary."

"Okay, I'm used to it." Ye Yi said pretending to be relaxed, "He has always been like this, this time it's okay, at least leave the tracking device."

"Wh... oh, the information collector, that's on the killer. I haven't been able to confirm if they are in the same location, there were some mission files in the chip, but Bruce deleted them all, I will try to restore, To confirm whether there are any clues we need."

Tim is nervous.

Dick suddenly realized this.

It's normal to be nervous.The young master of the Drake family is young, smart, and handsome. He has almost no shortcomings in character and family background, and he works hard enough.Although Batman has not spoken outrightly praised his growth so far, the tacit understanding and effectiveness of their cooperation have fallen into the eyes of everyone-Batman does need Robin, although Bruce has never been afraid to admit it.

Bruce felt that Tim's choice was wrong.

Dick thought he saw himself as some kind of curse, and it was only when he kept himself at a distance that the fellow was sure he couldn't do anybody harm, and that they couldn't hurt him.Sometimes Bruce realizes it, sometimes he doesn't, and the character flaw has become so fused with his personality that it's a luxury to fix.

Just like the more dangerous the situation, the more Batman will hide his whereabouts.He refuses to help him, lest it cost him something important again.

Like he'd never been able to fully understand and believe that they—Tim, Jason, Barbara, even Damian, who was new to Gotham, and Dick himself—they got so much more out of here What they have lost and what they may soon lose.

Part of Tim's personality is a bit like Bruce's, and he doesn't think he's good enough to be Batman's sidekick.This self-doubt is masked, actively or passively, when Bruce is present.But right now, Robin's excellent reasoning and analysis skills allow him to realize the crisis, but this crisis is precisely related to his mentor.

Dick knew he'd done his best, and if Tim's brain had had a CPU, it would probably be burning out by now.

The truth is, they can still do their jobs when Bruce isn't around.But those extra... id-related parts make everyone look different than usual.

Dick knew it was up to him to sort it out.

Batman is not there, he is the oldest family member besides the old butler.

"Leave the outside world to me," he assured, with the same expression as in the past, "You know, when I was still working in the circus, my father-my real father told me not to fly in the air. Look down. If you look, you'll fall down. Just close your eyes and remember your training, and trust that your partner is there for you."

He doesn't exactly explain why he's saying that at this point, or who exactly the 'partner' is referring to, but Tim seems to get it.

"it is good."

They clapped hands.

Ye Yi took two steps back, making sure he hadn't missed anything, and drove a motorcycle out of the garage in a hurry.

What he didn't tell Tim was that right after Chief Claw called out Grayson's last name earlier, the other party left him an address without anyone noticing.

This is an invitation from the court.

Dick hadn't intended to keep the appointment, but now he's changed his mind.

"I knew you would come." The other party's voice was still weird behind the mask, "Whether it's for your family or for your adoptive father, Bruce Wayne."

They stood in a dim attic, surrounded by candles, and several photos were placed on the table, all of which were group photos of people wearing masks.

Ye Yi pulled out his short stick and assumed an offensive posture: "Your invitation is impressive."

"You can't beat us yet, Richard Grayson, don't waste your efforts." Claw said, "The previous battle was exciting enough. It seems that even if you are out of the control of the court, you still grow exceptionally well. Batman chooses you , he made the right decision, but it was a mistake for you to choose him."

His natural tone immediately hit Dick's unspoken worry - for Bruce.Anger rose in his heart, but a smile of interest appeared on his face: "Why do you say that?"

Sharp Claw turned his back to him calmly, walked to the table and picked up a photo, raised his hand to sweep off the dust above: "The Grayson family has belonged to the court for generations, you have the same blood as ours. Come to know Tell me about your grandparents..." He threw the photo over and was caught by Nightwing, "If Batman knew about this, what would he think?"

Dick couldn't figure out the purpose of the claw, so he held the photo and observed it for a while.

To be honest, only the reborn Jesus can tell who is who just because of the ghostly masked appearance of the group of people above.What's more, what if Bruce knew about it?He was sure that Batman would never care, so he just folded his arms and waited for the next step.

"Before I do it, say something useful."

"You don't even care about your own parents?"

Ye Yi's expression darkened.

He was implying that Dick's parents were also court minions.

But that couldn't be—Dick had seen with his own eyes how the two of them left this world, and him.Claw's base assumption is an insult to his past.

The sharp claw pretended not to see his anger, and said again: "It doesn't matter if you don't care about them, but what about your adoptive father?"

"..."

The anger was quenched by the sudden turn of events.

Even though it was such a serious occasion, Nightwing was still speechless at their insistence on talking about Bruce and Batman separately.

And this development is very familiar, I always feel that the court has a plan to use a hostage to death if it catches it.

But you don't even know who you caught!

He had a vague premonition, and asked in coordination, "What did you do to him?"

"He's fine, for now. Depends on how far you're willing to go for him."

**

When Moses woke up, the area where the back of his head had collided with the glass was burning and painful, but the bleeding had stopped, and the wound on his shoulder had been sloppily bandaged to a level that could cause inflammation but not kill him immediately.

The owl court thinks he is useful, but it doesn't matter if the hostages are intact?

Or, considering the abnormal physical fitness of the previous claw killer, the court may have extra confidence in its own means of life extension.

System: "They haven't had time to do anything yet."

"I'm not going to give them a chance."

Since ancient times, the ways of interrogating and teasing prey lead to the same goal.Batman has no bad taste, but he knows how to intimidate and torture his opponents.So when Moses saw his surroundings, he had a three-point understanding of the purpose of the court.

This is a huge building with a high dome and a very complicated internal structure, like a dark underground labyrinth.In the very center stands the only source of light - a statue of an owl several meters high.At the foot of the statue is a fountain pool, the water is clear, reflecting the sharp beak and claws of the owl.

How long can human beings stay alone in a maze with no exit and no food?

"They put me next to a water source," Moses said to the system. "Bruce Wayne probably didn't expect to live past three days."

After all, if you want to maximize the benefits, it is the correct way to keep him in any corner of the maze.

He carefully observed the spring water for a moment, did not touch it, let alone planned to drink it. After carefully observing the surrounding environment, he tentatively groped toward the higher ground.

The round eyes of the owl statue stared at him silently under the pale light.

"The natural enemy of bats, isn't it?"

"What are you going to do?" the system asked, "I know you left the information collector behind, but that requires a huge amount of information to be compared. If the claw is sent to other places, the workload will increase."

"If they wanted to kill me, I would have died long ago. 'Bruce Wayne will die tomorrow', which day does tomorrow refer to?" While speaking, Moses took off his shirt and re-wrapped himself. The air in this place It's damp and cold, with a sort of Gotham air familiar to Batman.

"If they're trying to control me and bring me into submission, there must be something else in the labyrinth besides the statue."

"Where do you think this is?"

"Undoubtedly, in a building in Gotham. These guys have inherited the habit of owls and like to build nests in other people's homes."

The courts may be behind the blockage of urban renewal plans.

If they're hiding like cockroaches in the shadows of abandoned buildings, they certainly don't want others to tamper with the court's foundations.

But this is not the main purpose of the court to take him away. They want to find Batman more than Bruce.

System: "...you know Gotham is not your city legally, right?"

Moses only raised an eyebrow in response.

"Okay, normal operation." The system said, "I can contact Zhenglian for you. Although I can't explain how Superman got the news, you can just make up a reason."

"Do not."

"Are you sure? You don't even have a bat belt."

In the darkness, the man precisely pinched the metal cuff of the shirt and pulled it off.

There are also midsoles, linings for suit belts, tie openings...

The system stopped talking.

"I expected this situation a long time ago, so I asked Lucius to build some gadgets by the way when he was developing the technology of the bat armor." Moses recalled it, and said the date accurately, "Just when I came to Columbia First weekend after Tan."

"You just mentioned it casually."

"But I'm the boss of the Wayne Corporation, and someone will do whatever I say. You won't forget this, system. Computers are much better than human brains when it comes to memory."

"..."

"Don't worry, I'm not persistently refusing to seek help. It's just, not yet."

After about a few hours, or half a day.

Without clocks, without the sun, Moses' perception of time was gradually dulling.His body is used to high-intensity work, and as long as his mind is still there, he will not collapse.

As for exhaustion, hunger, pain...these are not the criteria of time, because they are always there, deeply rooted.

There are some rooms in the maze, which record the opponents and minions eradicated by the owl court from ancient times to the present with tall and thick stone slabs; orphans.

They show their strength in this way.

Ironically, most of the time, no one gets the show off.

I think that every time a prey is thrown into the maze, it is the most exciting moment for the people behind the scenes.Only at this time can they share their shady grand plans and great achievements. In order to carefully appreciate this hard-won and short-term sense of accomplishment, there must be countless pairs of eyes watching Moses silently in the dark.

Sure enough, when he turned his head suddenly, several people wearing white masks, tall, short, fat, and thin were at the end of the road, silently looking ahead.

"Mom." One of the short girls said when their eyes met, "Is he going to die?"

The adult replied grimly, "He will."

"I like him, mother. Could you keep his body intact? I want to stuff it."

"Of course, my dear. But not now. We'll have some use for him."

"What's the use?"

"Attracted a more ferocious beast." The woman said softly, "Of course, he'd better pray that the beast will come to save him, otherwise your lovely and beautiful specimen will be torn to pieces."

After speaking, they disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Moses walked over quickly, staring at the floor under his feet: "An outdated trick."

He said to himself, "You want a Batman? Let me give you a Batman."