Bat Fight Simulator

The little red bird wants to solve all the troubles quickly within its ability.

But the player does not want to play a passionate fight with Red Robin. You guessed it, he is too troubled by Tim's caution, intelligence, and sharpness and sharpness after grasping the handle.

And this is the situation where the two red birds tacitly concealed the situation from other members of the Bat family. Just think about Nightwing, who is now cold and violent in Gotham and almost completely aligned with Bruce, and think about Damian who always acts on his own and is completely undisciplined.

Bat Gate.

The knight has no mercy at all and is gloating and crosses hypocritically. First, pray for the little red bird who has three meals of coffee, and then light a non-existent candle for the eldest brother of the Bat family who has to discipline the naughty children in his busy schedule. And he doesn't want to get involved in this minefield at all now.

The Knight treated this replica Batcave as his own home. When Red Hood was not investigating, he played games. When Red Hood was beating criminals outside, he ate and watched TV. Then he went back to his new safe house to water the plants and say hello to the little yellow duck.

When Red Hood was recovering from his injuries, the players were quite interested in handing him medicine and treating his wounds in a position that was not convenient for stitches.

Hiss, those players felt pain when they saw the wounds, but the Red Hood in front of him didn't blink and used medical bandages to bandage the wounds neatly. But the Knight's hands were also very steady, and he didn't cause secondary damage to his peers who looked a little tired.

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Of course, the Knight would not stay in Red Hood's Batcave all the time. When the other party was resting or leaving, the Knight would also enter Gotham, looking at the city where demons were dancing and criminals were rampant, while those vigilantes from other places were a little exhausted.

Sitting on the highest position with the best view, he lowered his eyes to watch the countless flames and explosions below, and new crimes continued to breed. Without Batman's deterrence, the city of crime became more and more crazy.

A sniper was simply assembled, and the knight opened the scope and aimed at the nearest point, directly hitting the murderer in his attack field of view, and then it was very simple to shoot and kill the other party. But the vigilante following closely behind made the knight tut again, and he decided to put away his action first. He leaned back into the shadows, avoiding the vigilante with the title of guard and observing the surrounding eyes.

As for the old friends in Arkham, one month was enough for them to tell that Batman had changed, and Nightwing refused to wear the bat uniform again for Bruce's last words, and the result was that it was now shaky, a paradise for criminals.

The group of scouts refused to kill, and for the more dangerous and vicious guys, they did not have the oppression and fear brought by Bruce. They could not replace Bruce, and even made more people rebellious.

Ha, you are not Batman, why do you appear in Gotham?

The public security of the whole city is going downhill. Arkham Knight can even hear cries for help when he occasionally passes by remote places, sometimes even crowded places. He occasionally shoots off all their limbs with a gun.

The Knight walked out of the seemingly heartless and wanton confusion, and finally remembered to look for information about this incident from the players' cognition, which made him the first person to know that Batman is still alive.

Since he is not really dead, the Knight does not mind waiting a little longer, waiting for Bruce to come back, waiting for the performance that the Joker will definitely bring after Batman returns.

As for now, the Knight will save anyone within his sight, regardless of whether those criminals who show up are temporarily evil because of Batman's absence or have always been criminals, and the Knight will give them all broken hands and feet as a gift.

Stepping into the familiar Crime Alley, passing by ordinary people who were in a panic or anxious mood and hurried home after get off work, the player looked carefully at this city with a bit of depression with his own eyes.

Many shops were closed, and those that were not closed were naturally tough guys with strong backstage. No drunkards dared to get drunk. The roadside and bar business were much colder. Occasionally, someone in the dark would look at him, but after seeing the guns on him, they would look away very tactfully.

These little things were taken directly from the knight by the red hood, after all, they were free and free.

The player's direction of progress was actually aimless, mainly to avoid the group of vigilantes. When passing by a bar and entering, the sound of the creaking wooden board made the bartender look at him, and then continued to concentrate on wiping the cup in his hand.

The knight glanced around, and when he was about to order a drink from the bartender, someone suddenly bumped into his arms. The knight could of course dodge, but he noticed the stiffness of the other person's expression and the fear that could not be concealed.

This is stupid. He ran away randomly after being targeted, and asked for help from a man he didn't know at all. The knight couldn't help but curse this rotten Gotham in his heart. He changed into a new disguise today. His appearance and temperament were fierce. He was a mercenary image that was completely opposite to those good guys flying around.

The other party was obviously a foreigner, with blonde hair and blue eyes. She looked like a young and capable professional woman. The knight restrained his sight on the other party's face, observing her expression and the sneaky men behind her. He didn't say anything, and led people to change direction and go to the back door of the bar.

The woman subconsciously hugged the knight tightly, her voice trembling and subtle.

"My name is Loris Millie Nars"

She looked at the man in front of her hopefully. This name, which was a little too familiar for a moment, reminded the knight of another woman, the target of the previous mission who died. Then he was silent for a moment but still answered, you can call me Tim.

"Is this your name?"

"Yes, it's not bad."

"Well, it's indeed a good name. Uh, where will you take me?"

It was obvious that she was a stupid girl. A few simple conversations made her relax a little, but she was also a little anxious and nervous. However, the knight still comforted her in a gentle voice.