#778 Cloak Battle (1)
Tim Drake walked out of Wayne's old house dressed as an aristocrat. There was a drizzle outside, and the rain washed the city, and faint gunshots could be heard in the distance. Read novels on Biquli
In fact, as the third-generation Robin, he is not as decadent and restless as Ye Yi thought. He is not a substitute for anyone, and he does not need anyone's command. He has his own way of doing things.
"Nightwing lacks the courage. After all, he didn't dare to take that step, but I can." He walked around into the Batcave, looked at the batsuits on the equipment rack, and said thoughtfully.
Gotham doesn't care who is under the batsuit, as long as it needs this logo, he quickly put on an old version of the batsuit, and rode a motorcycle out of the Batcave.
Nightwing was troubled by Jason Todd, which seemed very simple to Tim. He defeated him cleanly and put him in prison. Then he showed off his Batman clothes to frighten Gotham, stabilized the situation, and finally concentrated on finding Bruce. , which, in Tim's opinion, is the best and fastest solution.
That's what he thought, and he did the same thing. The motorcycle passed through the streets and alleys silently, drawing arcs in the night. He was going to solve the internal problems first, and then unanimously external.
The first problem is to find Jason Todd, the second-generation Robin before me. Unlike Nightwing, Tim has never met Jason. When he joined the bat team, Jason had already died and left his brother. Tan, this name is more like a symbol to him.
"Is it here?" Tim fiddled with his watch, and quickly found the information he needed. Unlike the previous two Robins, he pays more attention to the capabilities of technological products. Many alien technologies have entered the earth, and he has studied them. He does not have the mentality of Bruce’s cautious use. Technology or earth technology are just tools.
The motorcycle stopped lightly, and what came into view was an abandoned factory. Thea’s large-scale counterfeit alien products provided countless jobs, but also destroyed more than half of the traditional manufacturing industry. Many people transformed in time to avoid bankruptcy. , There are also those stubborn people who were swept into the dustbin of history in just one month.
The factory in front of him is one of them. Tim doesn't care about what was produced here before. He only knows that the Jason Todd he is looking for is hidden underground in this factory.
After he cautiously entered the factory building, the soil not far away turned, and a huge dark red plant quietly drilled out of the soil.
Layers upon layers of flower buds opened, and two beautiful women stared at the direction he left. One of them has red hair and wears a dark green tights. The other is a short-sleeved narrow skirt with high heels, wearing glasses, and looking like a professional beauty.
The ones hiding in the dark and watching are naturally Poison Ivy and the secretary, Miss Maisie.
Thea felt that the members of the Bat team would definitely lose ground without their thighs. Considering that Tommy and Laurel also rushed into this quagmire, she still sent Poison Ivy, a native of Gotham, to help secretly.
Hanging around with Thea every day, under the impression that she was originally a straight girl, but now the secretary who has been completely distorted happened to be at the Poison Ivy girl's house.
"Why are you in such a mess here?" The secretary couldn't believe it when she heard the gunshots in the distance. Now that the whole world is so busy, there are still people shooting in the street here?
Poison Ivy shrugged slightly, "I don't know, let's go, let's go in and have a look."
The plants behind sprayed out a pile of pollen, and the secretary knew that the pollen would confuse the view, so she walked in leisurely with catwalks.
Tim Drake didn't know that there was someone following him behind him, leaving behind a lot of traces, and the secretary, who had undergone numerous trainings, followed casually.
The underground space is very large, and there are faint voices of conversation.
"It's unbelievable that you actually built your own Batcave, Jason Todd, you shouldn't have taken over... No, usurped that cloak!"
It was followed by a violent beating sound, which was so loud that there were intermittent echoes in the thick underground.
"You shouldn't be here, this is not your masquerade!" said a deep voice.
"I'm not playing games, Jason, I'm here to arrest you and bring you to justice. I won't allow you to discredit Bruce!"
The two quickly fought together with fists and kicks.
"Tsk tsk, look, these men are actually desperate for some false fame." Poison Ivy said casually.
Miss Secretary was not so hostile to men, she took out the blue lantern ring, and used it to reflect their battle scene.
With the ability to fight dozens of rounds with Ms. Shiva, Miss Secretary's vision is much better than that of the mutant Poison Ivy.
As if watching a game, she began to explain with great interest, "This Tim is very powerful. The perfect combination of force and intelligence, high-strength skills and quick thinking are really what Batman values. Young talent."
Poison Ivy is very self-aware, if there is no mutation, she is just a college student living in the laboratory, and there is no comparison with Miss Maisie who plays dozens of armed soldiers alone.
"You like him very much?"
"No, he lost, because this Jason is merciless. One side goes all out, the other has reservations. His end is already doomed." Seeing the end, Miss Secretary was a little disappointed, the sharpness in her eyes disappeared, and Put on that vase-like smile.
As the former bodyguard of Luthor, the death expert, her judgment is accurate.
Although Tim came with an urgent desire to solve everything, he did not kill his ex, on the contrary, the other party had no scruples at all, and punched him mercilessly.
Realizing his mistake, Tim wanted to restore the situation. Unfortunately, they were both Bruce's apprentices, and their fighting styles were different, but their moves were familiar to each other. At least Jason was familiar with Tim's moves.
Conversely, Jason came back from the dead, wandered around the world for many years, absorbed the essence of many schools of fighting, and in countless battles to the death, his own martial arts can be said to have made great progress.
A smart mind did not delay Tim's fate of failure. He had neither the belief in victory nor the tricks to win, and the result was self-evident.
"Your eyes are full of fear and confusion, you are the one who stained this clothes!" Jason said as he clutched a bat dang and thrust it into Tim's chest.
"Ridiculous attire!" Taking off Tim's bat mask, seeing the young face coughing up blood desperately, he turned and left the battlefield.
Tim only felt that he was getting colder and colder, with multiple fractures all over his body, and the massive blood loss made him lose consciousness, and he knew that he had completely failed. To find this site, please search for "" or enter the URL: