bookbashuk Chapter 2457: Battle for the Cloak (3)
Chapter 2457: Battle for the Cloak (3)
Chapter 2457: Battle for the Cloak (Thirteen)
With a bang, a corpse fell in front of King Robin. He looked up and saw a silhouette of a pig's head holding a boning knife high in the lit window above.
There were long objects hanging behind him, and when one of them turned around, King Robin saw clearly that it was a human arm.
King Robin narrowed his eyes, he was very young, and when he became King Robin, he had never heard of such a criminal in Gotham.
King Robin decided to go up and take a look. That guy wanted all kinds of information anyway, so he just needed to get some information about some seemingly brutal criminals to fool him. The Batman who looked like a monster was already enough to get the job done, and with this added in, he could say that he had successfully completed the mission.
King Robin wanted to find the entrance to the building and then touch his way in, but suddenly he found a golden lightning flashing past him, so fast that no trace could be seen.
"Flash?" Robin King muttered softly, but then he reached for his belt and quickly pulled out a small bottle - Robin King called it "Anti-Speed Force Toxin".
This poison can dissolve the speed force and poison the speed force users. It was specially developed to deal with speed force users.
Of course, King Robin also has another plan for Barry Allen, the creator of the Speed Force - before coming to this universe, he went to other universes to find the corpse of the Flash's mother, and soaked it in this poison. As long as the Flash rushes up and hugs his mother, he will inevitably be poisoned.
King Robin felt a thrill of excitement at the thought that his early preparations had come in handy. As expected, nothing in this world could escape his expectations.
King Robin was just about to dig out the body of Barry's mother and open the lid of the vial to spread more speed force toxin when he saw a flash of golden light in front of him in the blink of an eye, and then he heard two gunshots.
The figure in the Speed Force stopped. He was wearing a red uniform, but he was not Barry Allen. He had two pointed ears on his head. King Robin stopped moving forward.
Another Batman, he is really lucky, but this time he decides to bring this Batman back alive.
Gripping his weapon again, King Robin took another step forward, but soon another figure appeared on the corner of the street. It was Mr. Freeze, Victor.
"Stop, Batman. You know you can't find the truth of all this in the depths of time. You must tell me what you know about that doctor. He is the culprit of this fog. He turned Gotham into a dead city."
King Robin immediately pricked up his ears. The question that he had just thrown to the back of his mind now surfaced again, that is, why did all the people in Gotham lose consciousness? Who did this?
But no matter who did it, King Robin will make him pay. This was supposed to be a grand coronation party, but it turned out to be a self-indulgent act that no one cared about. King Robin will not let go of the culprit who caused all this.
"You know this matter is not that simple." Flash Batman turned around and looked at Mr. Freeze and said, "We all know that all this is related to the fog, but the fog is too strange. However, I think since the time is not continuous, there must be an answer in the depths of time."
"Blindly chasing after the 'visitor in the fog' will only get you deeper and deeper into trouble." Mr. Freeze said, "No matter what, you have to tell me where the doctor is."
"I made a deal with him and won't reveal anything about him. You got the wrong person. I'm leaving now."
"You can't leave." A sharp voice came from the side. Robin King rushed out from the alley and stood in front of the two people. He shook the anti-speed force toxin launcher in his hand and said, "Whether you believe it or not, this thing in my hand can make you sick and make you live a life worse than death. Don't expect the speed force to save you."
The two immediately took a vigilant posture and stared closely at King Robin. King Robin was very satisfied with their attitude. He said: "Tell me what is going on. Why are all the people in Gotham unconscious? What is the fog? And... who is the doctor?"
"I'm sorry I have no comment." The Flash said, taking two steps back.
King Robin was just about to say that it was not up to him, but just when his attention was on guarding against the Flash Batman, Mr. Freeze Victor suddenly shot King Robin.
When he was frozen, King Robin almost laughed. This couldn't be said to be overestimating one's own abilities, but it could also be said to be courting death. He expected that the small pistol that could produce ice cubes would pose a real threat to himself. This was simply stupid and naive.
But at the moment the ice solidified, King Robin realized something was wrong. This was not ordinary ice, but an extremely deadly crystal. One of his arms was fixed and he could not move at all.
Fortunately, King Robin was quick-witted and before the dense ice spread to his other arm, he reached into his belt with his other hand and took out a bottle of worm potion.
The small insects created by this potion can devour any substance in the world and explode after being full. He immediately sprinkled the potion on it, and countless worms began to devour the dense ice.
Even though these insects had sharp teeth and could eat almost anything, it still took them a long time to devour this extremely hard material that had almost no reaction to the outside world. King Robin was worried about his right hand and did not care about the Flash, Batman and Mr. Freeze who took the opportunity to leave. By the time he escaped, the two had already run away.
King Robin screamed in anger, waving his cloak wildly and whistling to make all the Robins on the airship jump off and search the city for the two bastards.
He himself came to Wayne Tower. In his original plan, this should be his coronation throne, but now it was empty, with no friends or enemies, only the dead and cold lights flickering.
King Robin naturally knew that there was a weather control device here, which was exactly the purpose of his trip. He would completely destroy the city after being crowned king.
This is of course to punish the uncooperative Batman. King Robin will first destroy his most beloved city, and then tear apart the little birds he raised, those little bastards who are not worthy of being called robins, one by one. He wants to hear Batman's cry of regret, want to hear him beg for mercy, and then tell him all the secrets.
Although there was a small problem with Gotham's plan, it was not a big deal. No one cheered for his coronation ceremony, so it was just a bit boring at most. King Robin made excuses for himself, but he believed that the group of little birds must still be awake, and inviting them to the party would be the finishing touch.
He stood in front of the French window on the top floor of Wayne Tower, looked back at a Crazy Robin, and asked, "How is the plan going in Washington? Have you seen any suspicious planes or people?"
"We have locked him down." Crazy Robin shouted in a shrill voice, "Twenty minutes ago, he drove the Batfighter into Washington's airspace. As soon as he showed up, he was fully exposed to our surveillance."
Soon he brought a laptop, which showed a figure wearing a red hood sneaking towards the ruins of the Capitol.
King Robin raised the corner of his mouth. The five-dimensional little devil was certainly not just about killing power. He could also read people's thoughts when they were weak. Judging from the memory information sent back by this little devil, this Robin wearing a red hood was his most beloved little bird. King Robin saw love, guilt and more complex emotions in those memories.
As long as he can get this little bird to take the bait and use it to threaten Batman, he will not be afraid of Batman's persistence.
Seeing that he was about to touch the ground mechanism he had set up, King Robin's smile became even more proud, as if he had already seen the scene of Red Hood being pierced.
He asked his men to bring popcorn and drinks, and sat at the bar, watching the computer with relish.
But just as Red Hood stepped on it and the sharp spikes popped out, Red Hood suddenly stretched out his hand in one direction, and a spider silk shot out from his wrist and stuck firmly to the ceiling. Red Hood swung smoothly and jumped to the other side of the mechanism.
Robin King dropped the popcorn in his hand.
In Wayne Manor, the little spider, who was stripped down to only a pair of pants, huddled in the corner of the room, shivering. He opened his spider eyes pitifully and said, "I've already told you that you must have misunderstood. I haven't done that kind of thing. How could I use poison to knock down everyone in the city? You must have made a mistake!"
"Give me back my gear!" he shouted. "That's the latest version of the Spider Army's standard gear. I only have this one set. If I lose it, I'll be scolded!"
"Don't worry, we'll return it to you after we use it." Nightwing and Robin were busy debugging the machine to monitor the physiological characteristics of the Arkham Knight, but from their serious expressions, it can be seen that the situation is not optimistic.
"This is a problem," Jason said. "We can't keep him lying here with sedatives. The side effects are too great, and we don't have that much medicine."
"Hey, remember?" Barbara asked, "It was a psychiatrist who cured Jason before. Should we go find him now?"
When Jason heard the word "psychologist", his expression became a little complicated. Although he didn't know much about the Arkham universe, any psychologist that appeared in these universes was very likely, or simply definitely, Schiller.
Schiller had come with them before, but now he was silent. Jason guessed that he didn't come because he didn't know that the Arkham Knight had become like this, but that he had other plans.
What does Schiller want to do?
Barbara adjusted the equipment and said, "King Robin has indeed gone to Wayne Tower. As we expected, the surveillance equipment has captured him. Now it's up to the Red Hood to perform."
They smiled at each other in tacit understanding, but King Robin could no longer laugh. On his computer screen, Red Hood dodged the trap nimbly, put away the spider web shooter and said while cursing.
"I don't know where this kid came from. It's a different era now, but he's still using spike traps. Could he be an antique dug out from a medieval temple?"
(End of this chapter)