Chapter 2512: Battle for the Cloak (42)

Chapter 2486: The Battle for the Cape (Forty-two)

Batman carefully observed the hole in front of him.

It's not that there's anything interesting about this hole, but Batman always felt that he had seen this hole somewhere, especially when he wanted to get close to the hole and look down along the hole, the psychedelic and dizzy feeling reminded him of another hole.

Batman had been to Schiller's spiritual world. He knew that there was a hole on the ground of Schiller's mind palace, and this hole looked like that hole. According to Schiller, the hole on the ground of his mind palace led to the dreamland.

So this is also a hole leading to the dreamland?

Batman didn't think that this hole was made by Schiller, because Schiller had his own passage to the dreamland, so he didn't need to drill another one here. This hole was most likely made by King Robin.

This explains Batman's previous doubts, how did King Robin know that Arkham Batman had killed the Joker.

It's not like he knew in advance that there must be such a Batman in a certain universe, and even if he knew, how could he pick out Arkham Batman so quickly in the vast universe by exhaustive enumeration?

But if it was through the Dreamland, everything would make sense. According to Schiller, there are no secrets in the Dreamland, and everything about human beings will be reflected in dreams that reflect their subconscious.

The Joker's entry into his brain must have stimulated Arkham Batman to have trouble sleeping for a long time. Dreams are not something he can control, so perhaps there has been information about his dreams in the Dreamland for a long time, and this information fell into the hands of King Robin.

Another question is, how did King Robin enter the Dreamland?

Batman doesn't know how much power Schiller has in the Dreamland. He only knows that if Dr. Schiller goes to the Dreamland first, then he must have a way to prevent anyone he doesn't want to see in the Dreamland from entering.

Did Schiller put it in on purpose? No, if that was the case, he would not allow Robin King to hurt Arkham Batman like this, even if it was Arkham Batman's own fault.

That means something happened that was beyond Schiller's control. Schiller did not have the upper hand in the game with another mastermind, and Batman didn't even know where the game took place.

This won't work, Batman thought. Even if he couldn't know the specific plans of both sides, he had to know what they were fighting for and where they were.

The key lies in Arkham Batman. Both sides must value him because he is indeed special enough. Since they chose this battlefield, the Batman of this universe cannot escape.

"Leaving now?" Poison Ivy looked at Batman who turned around and left in a strange way. She said, "Don't you want to study this hole? It looks like the place where the damn culprit came from."

Batman shook his head and said, "This may be a bait or a trap. I have obtained enough information for reasoning. Let's go."

"Where to?"

"To find the Batman of this universe."

The two of them returned to the safe house quickly. The return journey was very smooth. It may be because Batman had solved the strange things in the fog before, and they would not reappear for the time being, which gave them some breathing time.

But after returning to the safe house, Batman's heart sank to the bottom, because Arkham Batman's state was very wrong. When the two of them came in, the other party did not respond at all.

This is not the alertness that a Batman should have. Either he is dead, or he is not conscious at all now.

Batman went forward to check the situation of Arkham Batman, and he found that it was indeed the latter. Arkham Batman lost consciousness, not because of serious injuries or sleeping, he was completely unconscious.

Batman activated the detection device on his armor and found that Arkham Batman's brain waves were almost not working. To put it in a more magical way, his soul was not here at this time.

If not here, where would it be?

In the dream world, Gotham, a dark room underground, Arkham Batman was tied to a chair. There was only a flickering screen in front of him, and it was playing the dream that Jason, the Arkham Knight, was experiencing.

Arkham Batman watched all this in silence until he saw Jason fall into a deep sleep in the motel, and his fingers tightened unconsciously.

"No, Jason, wake up..."

Jason woke up at noon the next day. He didn't have a mobile phone, so he couldn't answer the phone, but he knew very well that he should have been fired from his daytime job, because he was absent from work without reason on the first day of work, so of course he couldn't continue.

But his body was still sore. After a night of high fever, his bones were tingling. Just sitting up made him sweat all over. The feeling of weakness never subsided, but became stronger and stronger.

But Jason had something he had to do. He still had some money left from the work he received yesterday, so he found a nearby convenience store, bought a sewing kit, squatted on the side of the road and took a few breaths before heading towards Spider-Man's home.

Today's weather was not very kind, with howling cold winds and snowing again.

Jason finally reached Spider-Man's home, but although it was not a high-end community, there was still a gate, so it was definitely impossible to force his way in. Fortunately, Jason had memorized the route before and sneaked in.

Spider-Man's home was not high, only on the third floor. Normally, Jason could go up casually, but today he was not in a good condition. He had a hard time climbing the outer wall, so that when he stood on the balcony, he was exhausted and panting.

Spider-Man went to school, and no one was at home during the day. Jason opened the window and walked in, and soon found the small teddy bear that was broken into two pieces under the pillow.

Spider-Man certainly couldn't sew this thing well, but Jason might not. Jason was a tailor, and his hands were always very skillful. How skillful he was, you still have to ask the remaining three super cool tires.

Jason checked the broken part. Fortunately, this bear was genuine, and the fabric was thicker. The only trouble was that the cotton was turned out, and it was a bit difficult to stuff it back evenly.

This job was not difficult for Jason at all. It should have taken less than half an hour to finish. But today he felt dizzy and his hands were shaking. He had to stop and rest for a while. In the end, he couldn't even open his eyes.

Fortunately, he managed to finish sewing the doll, but he couldn't hold on any longer. He fell asleep against the wall holding the teddy bear.

Jason was woken up by Spider-Man. When he opened his eyes, he saw a pair of big eyes.

"Jason, why are you here? And the doll in your hand, I mean... did you buy a new one?"

"No." Jason shook his head, still feeling heavy, but he still said with all his strength: "I fixed it. How about it?"

Spider-Man took the doll carefully. He looked left and right, and carefully checked the connection between the head and the body, and screamed.

"This is impossible. Did you fix it? It doesn't look like it's broken at all! Tell me, where did you buy another one!"

"I told you, I fixed it." Jason sat up impatiently, but his expression was still a little distracted.

Finally, Spider-Man found the flaw, because he saw the sewing kit next to Jason's body, and found the same color thread at the seam, which was obviously not the thread at the seam of the original product.

"Oh my God!" Spider-Man was completely stunned. He looked left and right with the teddy bear, as if he had seen a ghost, and then looked at Jason in disbelief, as if he could not imagine how such a strong man could sew the doll.

Spider-Man's expression became a little awkward. Jason exhaled, looked at him and said, "Say what you want to say."

"No, I definitely didn't say you didn't do a good job. I also cherish the fruits of your labor, but I just... I mean, if it breaks again, can you show me a show..."

"I can't!" Jason lowered his voice and said, "Take your doll and get out!"

Spider-Man didn't notice anything. He sat down next to Jason, very close to him, poked Jason's arm with his elbow and said, "Hey, teach me, how to sew this thing? What method do you use to sew the broken joints?"

Jason didn't answer with his eyes empty, and Spider-Man began to wail again, "Don't be like this, I was just joking, I really think it's amazing, there must be some special skills in it, just tell me."

Jason was still silent, and Spider-Man realized something was wrong. He put his head close to Jason's face and looked at it carefully, for so long that Jason had to reach out and push his head aside.

"You look bad." Spider-Man reached out and touched Jason's cheek, then pulled his hand back as if he was burned, and started yelling again, "Oh my god, you have a fever! And it's not light!"

"Aunt! Aunt!!" Spider-Man started yelling.

Jason used his last bit of strength to pull him back and said, "I'm fine, your family..."

But Aunt May had already opened the door and came in. When she saw Jason, she raised her eyebrows in surprise, but said nothing. Spider-Man quickly rushed to his aunt's side and said, "Antipyrogenic drugs, Aunt, my friend has a fever! And it's a high fever!"

Aunt May immediately didn't care about who Jason was and how he got in, and rushed to Jason's side at a brisk pace, faster than Spider-Man.

She put one hand on Jason's forehead and the other hand to flip his eyelids, clasped her hands together and screamed, "Ben!! Ben!!! This kid has a high fever!!!"

Ben Parker also rushed in, pushed away the two people blocking him, checked Jason's condition in the same way, and said to Spider-Man: "There is no antipyretic medicine at home, go to the community hospital to buy it, just buy the ones we usually use at home."

"He looks a little dehydrated, buy some more glucose." Aunt May added, then she reached out and patted Jason's cheek hard and said: "Hey, boy, don't sleep, have you eaten?"

Jason shook his head slowly by instinct.

"Does this child have a mental problem? He knows he has a fever but he still doesn't eat?!" Aunt May's voice was as harsh as scratching the window. She shouted, "Peter! Buy two cans of pancake mix on the way!"

"Got it! Aunt!"

Jason's consciousness had completely sunk. In a daze, he thought, okay, that's it. I have a fever and I need to rest. Let me have a good sleep.

Suddenly, a sharp light flashed in the darkness, and a hand full of daggers slashed across his cheek.

"Ah!!!!"

Jason woke up suddenly.

The secret room is really fun