bookbashuk Chapter 165 Batman is walking the Joker like a dog, oh no!
Chapter 165 Batman is walking the Joker like a dog, oh no!
Chapter 165 Batman is walking the Joker like a dog, oh no!
"My God!!! Death Knell!!!"
Nightwing looked like he'd seen Deathstroke.
Deathstroke acted as if he had just met Nightwing, without uttering a single word, and immediately drew the knife from his back.
Clang!
Without exchanging any words, Nightwing drew his twin clubs and charged forward, his ruthless attacks aimed directly at Deathstroke.
The ruthless assassin wielded two swords, and in the blink of an eye, the two engaged in a fierce battle, like a revolving lantern.
"Damn, why are there other people in the Batcave?" While fighting with Deathstroke, Nightwing glanced at the scene and noticed that besides Deathstroke, there were quite a few other people sitting there.
Good heavens, just from what he knew:
Mr. Freeze, Penguin, Two-Face, Poison Ivy, Harley Quinn...
Clang!
The fierce slash from Deathstroke instantly broke through the defensive net formed by his two clubs, sending him flying.
This heavy blow forced him to refocus his attention on the battle at hand, no longer daring to be distracted while fighting Deathstroke, but he still couldn't stop his mind from wandering:
"Why are so many dangerous individuals gathered here?"
Large beads of sweat streamed down Nightwing's forehead: "This is supposed to be a bat cave, yet it's been overrun by the villains?"
"Where's Batman? Where's Alfred? And...?"
"Where's Tim Drake, the third Robin?"
"This is bad..."
Nightwing knew that losing focus during intense combat was almost tantamount to suicide, especially when facing Deathstroke. But he just couldn't control himself from continuing...
"what!"
Nightwing screamed in pain. This time, he couldn't catch Deathstroke's blade, which grazed his face, leaving a small gash. Batman's brutal training had saved his life, allowing him to use his baton to block the blow at the crucial moment, preventing his jawbone and throat from being severed.
But Deathstroke did not press his advantage.
"You just sat there and watched me fight with someone?" He heard the tolling of death knells. "I thought you would maintain the order of the place and not allow fighting, just as you claimed."
He heard the death knell say, "You should all see clearly that he attacked me first."
Once the opponent spoke, the breath he had been holding back was released, and his movements immediately slowed down by a third. Taking advantage of this, Nightwing finally got a chance to catch his breath. He deflected Deathstroke's twin swords with his staff, tumbled several times, and escaped the battle. He lay half-lying on the ground, panting heavily.
At that moment, he realized strangely that Deathstroke didn't seem to intend to kill him here. Even though his teammates weren't around, Deathstroke could have easily taken this opportunity to strike, but he didn't. Instead, he seemed to be holding back something.
Is this the so-called rule that you can't fight here? When has Deathstroke ever followed the rules like this?
Nightwing's mind works very quickly. Although he is not Robin, who is known for his detective skills, he is not without the most basic reasoning ability.
"Is your rule to hold villain parties in the Batcave?"
He began, "Another evil plan targeting Batman?"
No one responded, and he continued, "I came to the Batcave because Batman needed my help, but now it seems like it was a complete and utter trap."
Although he claimed that the villains had deliberately sent him messages to lure him into being captured, Nightwing actually knew that wasn't the case at all.
He doesn't just randomly receive a call from Batman from a public phone booth and immediately confirm that the caller is Batman.
The Bat-Family has a very detailed identity verification process that changes frequently, making it extremely difficult for anyone to crack. Therefore, Nightwing knew perfectly well that the person who sent him the message was Batman, and the address he was asked to go to the Batcave branch in Gotham was exactly the same.
As for why he found a whole bunch of villains when he arrived at the destination, it must be because something happened that he was completely unaware of.
His gaze swept over the faces of the villains, and his heart sank deeper and deeper.
A live wire. He recognized it; the woman had drained the entire Las Vegas of electricity a few months ago.
Killer Crocodile, an old friend.
This guy's brute force is unforgettable.
And the most dangerous guy...
Nightwing's gaze slid to the corner, where a person in a diving suit was sitting with their arms crossed.
He was a burly man, and even his heavy metal armor could not conceal his bulging muscles with their unparalleled streamlined beauty; even more striking was his helmet.
It was a very unique and highly recognizable appearance; Nightwing knew that only a heavyweight like him could possess such a terrifying appearance.
Two tubes extended from his back to his head, connecting to a helmet that resembled a pure black shark skull. Then, as the serrated shark fin-like structure on the top of the helmet came into view, the two enormous red "eyes" on his helmet, resembling fly heads, met Nightwing's gaze. Nightwing knew that a torrent of red lasers, as powerful as a tsunami, could erupt from there at any moment.
It's a black manta ray!
How could a lone wolf like him end up at a gathering of villains?!
Nightwing gritted his teeth, staggered to his feet, and said, "What exactly are you plotting?"
His heart was ice-cold.
Robin's instincts surged in his DNA; he deliberately trembled his legs, feigning a suppressed fear. He was a master of this acting; every Robin had received Batman's tutelage, mastering every technique at his disposal.
Nightwing knew that he couldn't possibly defeat so many villains by himself.
So in just a few seconds, he set his next objective for himself:
He needed to find out exactly what these villains were up to at Batman's hideout, and then find a way to save his own life.
He mastered the perfect tone and posture; Nightwing had never felt his acting reach such a peak: "What do you want to do to me and Batman?"
This was his plan to survive: to become a prisoner of war.
That's right. With just the word "we," he deliberately showed off his close relationship with Batman in front of these villains, in an attempt to manipulate their thinking. No matter what they wanted to do to Batman, no one would give up on him, the hostage who had delivered himself to their doorstep.
As long as Nightwing survives and isn't killed on the spot by these villains, it will be a great victory!
then……
amount……
Then Nightwing saw the villains looking at each other in bewilderment.
"How could we possibly attack Batman? What are you talking about? I love Batman!"
Harley Quinn's words caused Nightwing's mind to momentarily freeze.
He heard Harley Quinn exclaim, "Thanks to Batman, I've been partying so much these past few months at the best nightclubs in Metropolis that my calves are cramping. If I ever see him, I'll have to thank him properly."
"Yes, yes," Harley Quinn's words elicited Deadshot's repeated nods.
"Batman has been a huge help to me; I'll have to thank him properly when I see him!"
Nightwing's heart sank into despair in an instant.
Oh no.
These people probably hated Batman to the core, and even as they spoke sarcastically, bright smiles appeared on their faces. Nightwing had heard of people laughing in anger, but this was the first time he had ever seen someone smile while revealing such chilling murderous intent.
What exactly happened that made Batman attract so much hatred from villains?
Nightwing felt as if all the blood in his body rushed into his head, making him slightly dizzy.
"Hey, Nightwing!"
But just then, he suddenly heard Batman's voice.
He turned his head and saw Batman standing behind him.
"Old man! When did you...?"
In the midst of extreme tension, Nightwing couldn't even distinguish between the real and fake as the other person was. He quickly retreated, moving closer to them: "You shouldn't have appeared here alone..."
Before Nightwing could finish speaking, he immediately realized that the other person couldn't possibly be the real Batman, but it was too late. The so-called Batman suddenly exploded into a large lump of mud, binding Nightwing tightly.
"Mudface, you..."
"Wrong! Wrong!" But then he heard the other person loudly deny it: "It's not Mud Face!"
"I am--"
"Batman's favorite Robin—"
"pinch!"
Nightwing stopped struggling and stared at him blankly, suddenly feeling as if her worldview was collapsing.
Mudface left rings of mud on his body to bind him, and then turned back into his original form next to Nightwing.
He was wearing the Robin uniform, head held high, and then...
Uh, stick your butt out.
brush!
Two swollen, balloon-like buttocks swayed in the wind, captivating Nightwing's eyes.
???
"I'm not only the greatest Robin of all time, but also the Robin with the biggest butt in history! Someone as lowly as you should have retired long ago!"
Nightwing opened his mouth, his words somewhat incoherent.
Everything before my eyes carried a sense of absurd unreality.
"How is this possible? What is going on? What is going on... You guys, huh?!"
He was a smart enough Robin, and a competent detective. The outburst from Mud just now, though piercingly inflicted, also revealed a lot of information he hadn't known before. He vaguely guessed the truth, but the truth was something he simply couldn't believe.
A large group of villains gathered around, whispering among themselves. Only a few key figures, such as Black Manta, Deathstroke, and Poison Ivy, were present.
They didn't seem interested in him, and instead went back to their tables, found seats, and continued to wait.
As Deathstroke sheathed his sword and left, he even glanced back at Nightwing.
The way he looked at little kids and idiots ignited a nameless fire within Nightwing, which immediately surged from his feet to his head. But this fire came and went quickly; Nightwing knew very well that such emotions were of no use in the current situation.
"What should we do with him?"
He heard the bombshell say, "Wait, I think I know him."
"Oh, isn't that the original Robin from Batman? I know," Harley said nonchalantly.
"I used to be with him..."
Nightwing instantly understood what she was trying to say.
"Shut up!"
This triggered Harley's rebellious streak, and she shouted at the top of her lungs:
"...I slept with him!"
"Alas……"
The live wire, as if it had smelled something, fanned its nose in disgust: "You actually slept with Robin, you're not clean anymore."
"ha?"
The live wire said, "I hate Robin stuff the most. They're like overgrown kids. I'd rather starve to death, die out there, than have anything to do with Batman's little Robin assistants!"
She said to Harley with a hint of defiance, "After all, having dealings with Robin lowers us to the same level as Robin. We're proper villains!"
Jason Todd, the man in red hoods, remained silent.
He reached out a hand and gently pinched the shoulder of the live wire.
The live wire was engrossed in its explanation and completely ignored him, so Jason had no choice but to apply even more force.
"What's wrong, darling?"
Jason didn't know how to express his frustration, so he buried his face under his mask and mumbled, "Stop talking."
Nightwing took a deep breath instead.
"You were summoned here by Batman. Is Batman now allied with the villains?"
The villains looked at each other in bewilderment.
Nightwing got his answer from their faces, which made him look grim. Combining the information about Brainiac that Batman had given him, he easily deduced the cause and effect.
He yelled, "Batman is absolutely insane!"
Knowing that these villains were collaborating with Batman, he was no longer worried that they would kill him. Dick simply let loose: "Wasn't it him who used to repeatedly emphasize the bottom line and code of conduct to me? Now the old man is taking the lead and cooperating with the villains?!"
The reality before him made him so angry that his mind went blank, and he started speaking recklessly, blurting out all sorts of things. He was truly so angry that he lost his mind, though of course, there was also the fact that these things were not important:
"I slept with the villain, and he locked me up for three weeks and deducted five dollars of my allowance for a week. I listened to his lectures for three months about not being able to associate with villains."
Harley Quinn gave her a gossipy look: "Tell me more."
Nightwing slumped onto the ground:
"Regarding the cat, he said that the other party is no longer a villain and has reformed. I can talk about that a little bit."
"But what exactly is going on here?"
"He not only collaborated with the villains, but also..."
"What happened?"
At that moment, Nightwing heard a voice, a voice he knew all too well. This caused him to pause abruptly, his rambling speech cut short. Then, in the next second, even more rage erupted from his mind.
Two wisps of white smoke shot out from his ears.
"Well, Batman, you actually..."
But Nightwing's questioning stopped abruptly the next second, because he saw Batman—
And the dog leash on his hand.
Holy crap, what's going on?!
The other person was leading a person, a living person, and he was dragging that person along the ground like a dog.
Nightwing looked closely.
This guy... damn it, this guy is actually the Joker!!!
Then his gaze moved upwards and he saw Batman's sunny and cheerful smile.
"ah!!!"
The original Robin was so frightened that he jumped up with a scream, then fell headfirst to the ground.
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(End of this chapter)