Chapter 2444: Battle for the Cloak (31)

Chapter 2475: The Battle for the Cape (31)

When the thick fog came again, no one realized how special this invasion was. They all followed the rules they had explored before, as usual, hoping that the thick fog would dissipate as soon as possible.

The Robins dispersed again, but this time they wanted to fight for King Robin's cape, so they had to attack Wayne Tower. However, the attack was not a direct frontal charge, and they had to divide the work and cooperate.

First, someone had to go to investigate and figure out the defense situation near Wayne Tower, so that the next attack plan could be formulated.

Someone had to go back to get large weapons, because no matter what, the building could not be saved, so it would be better to give King Robin an explosion like the Capitol from the beginning.

And someone had to be responsible for exploration and attack. If blasting was necessary, then they would have to fight King Robin in a ruin, which would definitely require some special equipment.

Finally, someone had to stay to take care of the wounded. Of course, someone had already done it. The little Spider, whose equipment was taken away, took the initiative to take care of Arkham Knight. It was not that he didn't want to go out and play, but he really couldn't watch someone suffering so much in front of him and remain indifferent.

Arkham Knight is not very sober now. At that time, he was stimulated. The way Robin dealt with it was to give him a shot of tranquilizer. The tranquilizer did work, but the problem was that it was given at the wrong time.

At that time, Arkham Knight was just mentally stimulated. His somatic symptoms were not obvious, and he did not have a very serious tendency to attack. The strong soothing effect of sedatives on the mind would make the user fall into another quagmire.

An overly active and excited mind cannot be completely stabilized. It will only dream crazily in sleep, and dream and wake up, wake up and dream again, until it is impossible to distinguish between dreams and reality.

This will make people seem very painful, as if they have been wandering in a nightmare that they can't wake up from. Spider-Man has no way to alleviate his situation and can only take care of him by his side.

The Robins finally realized that it was not a good idea to go with their counterparts. The three too gentle ones could not come up with an idea, and the too irritable ones could not even convince their other selves. They had to quarrel before making any decision. Even those who could tolerate others and cooperated well with them were not comprehensive enough, which was really a waste of time.

In the end, they decided to divide according to the universe, because they realized that in addition to proving that they were the best Robins, they could also prove that the Batman in their universe was the best Batman, which was too tempting for the Robins.

Nightwing had arrived at this time, and they did not need too many people to investigate. It happened that the Arkham universe was short of one person because of the poor condition of the Arkham Knight, so Robin also followed Nightwing to prepare to meet him.

The Robins in the main universe went to the Batcave to prepare large weapons. They were very familiar with this matter. Barbara opened up the use of the Batcave for them to ensure that if the finished weapons could not be used, they could also make some modifications to the existing ones.

The Robins of Schiller Universe prepared special props for frontal combat. They actually brought a lot of them, but if they were not enough, they could go back through the Doujie portal to get them. The more difficult part was that they needed to figure out what props would be useful.

The first to notice the coming of fog were the Robins of Schiller Universe, and the moment the fog came, they felt something was wrong, because the fog was particularly thick this time.

In the past, when the fog just came, there was still a certain visibility. After a period of time, the visibility would fluctuate and some spatial and temporal anomalies would appear, but this time, as soon as the fog came, it blocked the surrounding space tightly.

Dick, Jason and Tim were already standing very close, but they could hardly see each other's faces. They immediately held hands to prevent themselves from being dispersed by the fog.

"What the hell? How could it become like this?" Jason frowned deeply, his face was very serious, because his intuition told him that this must be bad.

"What should we do? Wait here until the fog clears?" Dick looked around, then shook his head and said, "I don't think we can wait much longer, it's almost dark."

Yes, there is not much left of the sunset in Gotham, the streets are gradually becoming dim, the neon lights that should be on are gone, and the night of this cosmic Gotham is even more bizarre and dark.

Strangely, as the night gradually approached, it began to rain again in the city, but the rain and the fog seemed to be two different worlds. The raindrops falling from the sky failed to melt into the thick fog, and fell straight to the ground without touching anyone's clothes.

The good news is that they will not be soaked like drowned chickens, and the bad news is that they now need to face darkness and thick fog at the same time.

The faint lights flickering on the streets in the distance allow them to barely see the shadows of each other's facial features, and the mist also blurs the edges and corners, making everyone's face look horribly distorted.

"I always feel something is wrong." Tim took a deep breath. Not only him, but everyone in the fog, including the criminals who left Arkham Asylum and the strange Batmans who were wrapped in the fog and scattered everywhere, all felt something unusual.

It seemed that the fog was no longer a stage, but the stomach of some unknown creature. They were all swallowed up and gradually digested after being chewed.

"What is that?" Jason saw a figure at the end of the foggy alley. In fact, he was not far away, because of the fog, when the figure approached them, he was less than three meters away from them.

A sharp knife flashing with cold light stabbed down, Jason pulled Dick in that direction fiercely, and the two rolled on the ground together. When they looked up, they saw only a pale mask.

"What is this?!!" Tim screamed in disbelief. The guy was wearing a black turtleneck sweater and a pale hood. His facial features were normal, except for his two dark eyes that looked like two terrifying black holes. No one could see the look behind them.

Jason knew at the first sight that this was a terrible serial killer, and that he and his group had become his targets.

Jason did not hesitate. He took out his gun and knelt on the ground, raised his arms and aimed. With a bang, a bullet hit the serial killer's shoulder. A flower of blood bloomed on his shoulder, and the half of his body where the hand holding the knife was located fell back slightly.

But he only fell back for a while, without pain, twitching, or dropping the knife. The other party continued to move forward quickly.

Jason raised the gun in one hand and changed the gun with the other hand. Another ice cone hit the killer directly. Then, with a light bang, the serial killer was frozen.

The three of them breathed a sigh of relief. They gathered around the ice sculpture and found that the man was particularly tall. Jason saw that the wound from his gunshot wound had stopped bleeding, so he knew that he was definitely not an ordinary person.

"When did Gotham have such a person?" Jason felt a little confused. He had lived on the streets of Gotham for a long time and had heard of all kinds of brutal criminals, but he had never heard of a white-faced serial killer.

"I suspect this is not someone from Gotham." Tim said with a sudden inspiration: "It may be caused by the thick fog."

"But didn't the thick fog just create some strange illusions before? How could a serial killer suddenly appear?" Dick questioned.

"Didn't you find that the fog this time was wrong? It's much thicker than before, as if the whole world was swallowed by the fog." Tim said: "Maybe it changed the rules..."

As soon as he said this, several people saw eyes gradually appearing in the reflection of the ice.

"How come it's so fast?!" Dick was a little incredulous. "Didn't we have to stay in place for three minutes before it appeared? Did we stay there for two minutes? Or one and a half minutes?"

"This just shows that the fog has changed." Jason touched his chin and said, "It has become thicker and more difficult to figure out, and the time when various rules take effect has also changed."

"I think we should find out who this guy is first." Dick reached out and knocked on the ice and said.

As soon as this question came out, Dick, who was standing in front of the killer, saw the mouth of the frozen killer move. Yes, it was the mouth of his mask, which moved in a strange way.

"Mai... Mai... Mai what? Miles? Your name is Miles?"

The other party did not respond, and seemed to want to nod, but because he was frozen and could not move, Dick said politely: "Okay, Mr. Miles, why are you here? Why did you attack us?"

But Tim noticed something unusual, because generally speaking, serial killers would not be interested in chatting with others, especially after they have launched an attack, unless the chat can bring him substantial benefits.

A thin crack spread along the bottom of the ice.

Tim, who was the first to notice the crack, screamed, and his first reaction was to shout: "Run!!!!"

The three turned around and ran, and the next second the ice exploded with a bang. The man who seemed to be slow in his movements raised the sharp knife again and chased after the three of them at a speed that was completely inconsistent with his pace.

"What's going on? Isn't that dense ice?!" Jason was puzzled. He said, "This thing can never be opened from the inside! Who does he think he is, Doomsday?"

"He doesn't want to chat with us, he's stalling for time." Tim yelled, "He's trying to attract us so that he has time to open the ice!"

"Damn it, I got fooled." Dick ran and cursed in annoyance, "I thought he couldn't get out, what should I do now? What about the spaceship?"

"The spaceship is still cooling down." Jason said, "It can't be unfolded now. Even if it is unfolded, the time we take to board the ship is enough for him to kill us."

"Isn't there a shield? And maybe... Angel Feathers?"

"No." Tim finally said his guess, "If we are by his side, he will increase his strength, and we can't fight him, otherwise he will only get stronger!"

As they were talking, the three found that they had run into a dead end, but it was not because they didn't look at the road, but because they couldn't see anything clearly in the thick fog.

The shadow of the white mask appeared at the end of the alley, one step, two steps, three steps, and the puddle reflecting the white mask was crushed like a broken spine when it was stepped on.

A burst of rapid music sounded in the ears of the three.