I'm the villain in Gotham

But in the end he messaged The Flash anyway.Probably because of the middle of the night, the Flash came quickly, and almost a second after Spider-Man pressed the send button, a red figure came to them wrapped in lightning, and said hello: "Hi, the one you mentioned Where is the pile of kryptonite?"

The three boys raised their arms and said in unison: "There!"

The Flash looked at the pile of ruins: "...you didn't tell me they were mixed with bricks."

But after all, the Flash already had considerable experience in dealing with this kind of situation. Standing in front of the ruins, he quickly rotated his arms to create a man-made tornado, and precisely controlled it to roll the masonry and soil onto the ground.After the scene was almost cleaned up, several crates that had been crushed under the rubble by the explosion were finally exposed in front of them.

But surprisingly, they found no trace of kryptonite inside.

"What's going on?" The Flash quickly opened the rotten boxes, only to find that they were filled with stones of different sizes: "You said there is kryptonite here?"

"According to Batman's investigation, there is indeed a batch of kryptonite flowing from Gotham's black market to New York," Dick frowned. "We thought...Damn it, it seems that this is just a cover."

"Then what we have to do now is to hand over those people to the police." The Flash stood up and clapped his hands: "Then find the real clues. Don't worry, I'm quite experienced in this."

This is the only way to go now.Spider-Man used his spider webs to bind a few unconscious thugs tightly, found an inconspicuous sewer exit, sneaked up to the ground, and then hung them on a power pole.

"Is there any clue to follow now?" The Flash asked. "I guess you've already asked those people."

"Indeed, they mentioned shipping those fake kryptonite boxes to a place." Dick looked at The Flash. "Uh, are you sure you want to come with us? It could be a big project, one that can't be done today."

"After I just sent all the members of the rogue gang to prison?" The Flash raised his eyebrows: "Believe me, I have the most time at this time."

Dick smiled.

"Then we have to be careful and hide ourselves." He adjusted his uniform: "We must recover the kryptonite, and we must keep it in our own hands-it cannot be discovered by S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Avengers. "

"Uh..." Spider-Man raised his hand: "I assume you know that I'm a reserve member of the Avengers, and even this uniform was made in Stark Tower."

"But I'm sure you won't tell the story," Flash gave him a wink: "Right, little spider?"

"Yes...Of course, I actually wanted to give a speech about not betraying my friends..." Spider-Man scratched his head: "So, yes, I promise not to tell anyone a word."

"Let's go." Jason made a final decision: "No matter where the Green Goblin hid the kryptonite, we have to find him first."

……

Following the clues provided by the thugs just now, several people came to the address they said.

"This is what you're talking about?" Before the other three people landed, Flash had already used his super speed to quickly investigate the vicinity: "I didn't find anything suspicious."

Indeed, this is an alley that looks ordinary in New York. It is the favorite of heroes like Spider-Man-they like to put on their superhero uniforms in this kind of place, and then rush out to fight criminals. Surely he's been to ten or so that look exactly the same.

"Maybe this is just a transfer point," Jason said, "Sometimes they set up multiple transfer points in order to keep secret and divert the attention of the police, so that it is difficult for people to investigate where they unloaded the goods. Tan is not uncommon."

The Flash looked aside: "What do you think, little spider? The Green Goblin is your villain, you know him best."

"How should I put it..." Spider-Man paused, and struggled: "The Green Goblin is a very cunning guy. Since he appeared, I have fought him several times, but... it's a bit embarrassing to say it, I almost always Losing, never quite winning - he hasn't been in jail once."

Dick said, "So you think Robin's guess is correct?"

Spider-Man: "It's just a possibility."

Well, Dick thought, looking at his red and blue pals, it looks like their investigation has stalled for now.At this time, if it was Batman, what would he do?

Investigate the video, make secret visits with makeup, find a few hidden troubles, or, the easiest... "When we were still in the sewer, the Green Goblin didn't find us. He was on the phone with someone."

"Sounds like he's looking for someone to work with," Spider-Man thinks back. "Looks like the Gotham villains you're talking about."

"Probably so," Jason pinched his chin: "But I think the key point is the latter sentence. He said that the technology of Osborne Enterprises is no longer enough. It seems that the reason why the Green Goblin traded with the other party is that they need more weapons. Oh - dude, you're in trouble, it looks like your relentless pursuit has forced the Goblin to find more weapons to kill you."

The Flash hits the nail on the head: "So the Goblin's weapon comes from Osborn Enterprises?"

"...Yes." Spider-Man hesitated and replied.Because of his good friend relationship with Harry, he certainly knew about the theft of the laboratory of Osborne Enterprises a while ago: "In fact, it should be almost all, the Green Goblin's equipment, his glider, those pumpkin bombs... all came from Osborne. Spencer."

It appears the target has now shifted.Damn it, he secretly made up his mind a few days ago not to let the problem of the Green Goblin get involved with him and Norman Oss himself, but now he has to trouble them because of possible clues.

"It sounds like you are familiar with this company?" Jason raised his eyebrows: "That's great, we can just start with them."

As he spoke, he looked up.Coincidentally, they are now not far from Osborne, and they can see Osborne's eye-catching huge light sign that is still bright in the dark when they look up.

"Don't be so troublesome, we can go in through regular channels." Spider-Man pulled his boots up to his calf, took out his mobile phone from inside, and shook it to meet the surprised eyes of several people: "I am not only with Osborn's 'company' is familiar, I was the first to find out after the Green Goblin smashed their lab, so..."

"So you have Norman Osborn's number?" The Flash said, "Great, it really saves a lot of trouble."

The two Robins looked at each other and sighed in disappointment: "Oh, no—"

Their "without Batman watching" stealth campaign goes awry.

"It's not Norman...but it's not bad." After Spider-Man finished speaking, he dialed a number.

The phone was picked up after beeping for a long time. The other party's young voice was still quite sleepy and vague. It was obvious that he was hurriedly woken up from his sleep: "...Hello? It's so late, what can you do with me? ..."

"Cough! Cough!" Spiderman was still guilty of phoning his friend up in the middle of the night, and then he heard his real name that was about to be blurted out, and almost flew away in fright: "I, uh... good evening, little Mr. Osborne, I It's Spider-Man."

"...Oh." Peter's unusualness made Harry belatedly realize that there was probably someone else beside him.He rubbed his eyes vigorously, and finally became fully awake: "Okay, hello, Spider-Man, what can I do for you?"

"I'm sorry for waking you up so late, well, I'm not looking for you, we want to ask your father something," Spider-Man held up his mobile phone: "Is he there?"

"Wait a minute," Harry lifted the quilt and walked out of the room, yawning, "He may still be working at this time, I'll ask...huh?"

"What's wrong?" Spider-Man asked.

"He's not in the room." Harry lifted the quilt, which seemed untouched: "It's strange, I saw him before going to bed. Maybe there is something urgent, so you went to the company urgently?"

Hearing this, Spider-Man looked up at Osborne, where the lights were still on on several floors: "Where is he usually? I can go directly to him."

"You know, my dad... He doesn't tell me a lot of things." Harry seemed to sigh: "Don't be so troublesome, you can come to my house directly, the computer system here is connected to the company, I have the password .”

Spider-Man glanced at Osborn again: "Okay, we'll be right there."

Owning the second largest Osborne Enterprise in New York, Harry’s home is a three-storey villa with a large area. Before he was Spider-Man, Peter would often come here to study with MJ. Had a few parties; but since another specialty job took up almost all of his free time, Peter rarely had the opportunity to come here to join Harry for their "night of popcorn and garbage monster movies".

In addition to this, there is actually another reason.Although Harry's father, Norman Osborn, is usually very busy, Peter still sometimes runs into him here.Although for Peter, who lost his parents a long time ago, he was always very envious of Harry having a father like Norman, but...not that he said, sometimes Peter really felt that Norman treated him very well Excessively, his kind and tolerant attitude towards Peter was in stark contrast to his mostly mocking and reprimanding towards Harry.

But despite this, Harry loved his father.So in order not to make Harry too uncomfortable, Peter began to deliberately avoid their contact after realizing this.

"This is his home? It's okay." Dick commented pertinently, and then asked, "Why are we standing outside while you wait for him to open the smart lock?"

"I..." Spider-Man hesitated for a moment: "You wait here, I can go in alone."

"You alone?" Jason raised his eyebrows.Reminiscent of Spider-Man's panicked, glanced eyes when he was on the phone before, and the shoddy cover-up that could be seen through at a glance, he guessed that Spider-Man and this Harry Osborn should not have done a little favor, called Ordinary friendships that have been passed.

Ha, friends, private space, he understands.

"Okay." Apparently the remaining two people thought the same way: "Go and come back, it's late enough today."

Spider-Man nodded, then raised his wrist and shot a web, which quickly disappeared on the other side of the wall.