Bat Fight Simulator

Instead, he was fully focused and extremely alert.

In fact, the claws had a normal attitude. Players who were easily deceived were like those who were easy to deceive on the left and defenseless on the right. They were familiar with and harmonious with Gotham, and too naive.

Even Dick, who had just met him not long ago, was a little worried that the player would be deceived when he went out, but he could also see that the other party had been in a well-protected environment before, but it seemed that he had not been completely raised to be a weak young master who did not know the sufferings of the world.

Or maybe the player himself had an extremely contradictory aura, which made him so easy to accept the other party.

The Messiah was like a soft and light cotton candy that could be held in the palm of the hand. It was an existence that Dick, as a claw, had never come into contact with before this time.

The noble boys he had seen, those little owls, had never been related to such adjectives. They had the disgusting, innocent viciousness and cruelty of children.

And those ordinary people were not much better. They succumbed to the rule of the night owl and hated him deeply. They thought that the man had taken away their precious freedom.

And they had never thought about how many of them lived under the protection of each other.

Like brave children, under the influence of their parents, they might bravely pick up stones and throw them at the claws. Compared with the more ferocious and terrifying night owls, they dared to vent their dissatisfaction to Dick.

They had no concept of death, they only knew that doing such things would be praised and praised, but they did not dare to really face the terrible night owls, ridiculously brave and seeking benefits and avoiding harm.

Or the younger claws in the court, but they never had a good relationship.

They were objects, brainwashed, useful blades, and toys in the hands of owls. Those greedy white masks enjoyed the mutual killing of claws.

On the high arena, they admired the blood and death of the fighting below.

In fact, Dick also vaguely realized how many of his kind, how many claws hated, hated and envied him.

What is he jealous of? Of course, he is jealous of the relationship between him and Night Owl, which also makes Dick feel confused and complicated.

After all the calculations, Messiah, a player of unknown origin, is the only child who has shown kindness to him in all his experiences.

But Dick also understands that the other party is not only completely innocent and harmless, but he has the ability to protect himself and dares to express trust to others boldly and frankly, which is often difficult for guys like them who are about to be assimilated by darkness to have.

Batman's kindness is real, but Claw can see that the other party will not trust him... but he will trust the player.

Even if there is a certain degree of doubt, he will trust Dick Grayson as a player. He is the closest to the image of Batman's partner, Robin, and Nightwing.

Claw quietly watched the player's communication with Batman, and watched him sit in the co-pilot seat of the Batmobile. The man named Flash said, "Your car is too slow, I will go first..."

The words that were spoken too fast have not finished, and the person has disappeared without a trace.

Messiah looked around the interior of the Batmobile boldly and curiously like a vigilant Shiba Inu, with an undisguised eagerness in his eyes, but he did not reach out to touch it randomly. He was very polite.

This was taught by Jason. You should be polite when you go out. Even if you beat up a criminal, you can say sorry when you are one-third alive.

According to Messiah's familiarity with the Bat family, Bruce did not beat around the bush and took him back to the Batcave directly. As soon as the player got out of the car, he saw the old butler and the Flash who had arrived at the scene early. He was eating the food brought by the old butler very quickly. It was obvious that he was very hungry after a night's consumption.

And Alfred, who obviously knew the cause and effect, looked at this guest who was obviously from a parallel universe.

"Hello, what should I call you, sir?"

The player looked around and finally answered, "You can call me Jason Todd."

He already knew that after the death of Robin Dick in this universe, Batman no longer had any assistants, and he was not going to stay for long. Moreover, even if they were all Dick, this one was too different. It was better not to know than to make everyone uncomfortable.

Of course, Messiah wanted to fool the dark one like he fooled Jason, but it was useless. Batman was obviously more persistent than he thought. He had to get to the bottom of all the questions, and Messiah really wanted to punch him.

It doesn't matter. When you are indecisive, just fight. It's refreshing.

"If you don't even want to make your identity clear, how can we trust your next words?"

Batman's tone was not very harsh. In fact, compared with other isotopes, he was already very friendly, but his attitude was clearly expressed.

Messiah thought about it and decided not to punch Batman without saying anything. This didn't seem to be a good idea. Finally, the player sighed. It was really difficult for him to face Batman at such a young age.

He asked the old butler if he could give him a basin of water, and the other party nodded and left. Then the player started to take out the makeup removal tools on his body.

Batman quietly stared at the player. The Flash was a little restless. He looked around the Batcave and brought other snacks. While eating, he looked at the man who had taken the basin of water and stood next to the table to start removing makeup.

Messiah's makeup skills are also good. From Jason to Tyrant to Claw, he has upgraded himself comprehensively, ensuring that even his father would not recognize him.

Batman watched as he skillfully wiped off the makeup on his face bit by bit, from a completely unfamiliar face to a more familiar one, which made his heartbeat go from stable to increasingly intense.

When the player completely removed the disguise on his face and wiped his face clean with a towel, the old butler couldn't help but speak when he looked up again.