Bat Fight Simulator

Hang up the second call. The first one was Nightwing. The topics were similar, but they both had their own responsibilities. One had a city to protect, and the other had already found his place.

Batman thought clearly that there was no need to involve other members in this matter, whether it was the Joker or the shadow behind the Owl.

"Father." Damian, who had changed into Robin's uniform, spoke. He stood in front of Batman's huge figure, fully armed and ready to fight at any time.

"I'm ready for today's night patrol..."

"No, you stay today, Robin." It was the same words again. Damian, who had been hearing this sentence recently, frowned. He wanted to argue with reason, but the old butler who came down with food made peace.

"Master Damian, maybe you can accompany me, an old man, to sort out intelligence in the Batcave. After all, today's events happened too fast."

This was out of an elder's concern for his child, but Damian still left the Batcave angrily. He did not take off his uniform. It was obvious that the boy preferred to go on a night patrol alone.

Batman couldn't help rubbing his brows. He was indeed very tired, and the communication with the children did not bring much relief. Instead, he felt that the rope around his neck was tightened and it was difficult to breathe.

He always had a sense of crisis that he would lose them.

"Master Bruce, I think you should find a chance to relax."

The old butler could see that Batman's state was like a bowstring that was stretched to a taut state and could break at any time in the next moment. How could he let him feel at ease?

"No, Alfred, I don't know what the Joker is crazy about, and I don't know who is targeting the owls. I can't relax."

Batman seemed to have noticed his own loss of composure. He deliberately pretended to be relaxed and smiled.

"It's okay, Alfred, as long as you get through this period of time."

As long as you get through this period of time, everything will be over.

In another city, in Blüdhaven, Nightwing was complaining to his brother in the headset. His body was slender and powerful, enough to kick the sneak attacking gangster off the high building, and he casually threw out the grappling gun and grabbed the man, not really letting him fall into pieces.

"Oh my God, little wing, you know, Batman is just like in menopause, he just can't listen to anything."

"I really can't imagine that he can be so irritating."

Nightwing's indignation was sincere, he was about to suffocate, and he couldn't sleep at night if he didn't let him complain about Bruce's bad behavior alone.

A man's lazy sneer came from the other end of the headset, "Why, did you know what kind of character he is today?"

"Even I don't want to see him recently. Those who know him think he is Batman, and those who don't know him think he ran into a resentful female ghost when he went out in the middle of the night."

Nightwing was choked by the words in the headset. He coughed and almost slipped and fell from the high building.

However, the relaxed atmosphere of the two people's chat soon ended. Nightwing's smile was restrained when he saw the scarlet blood everywhere in the destination.

The man pursed his lips, and he looked around the room where there was no living person. The field of vision was red carpet, wine glasses, dim lights and corpses everywhere.

The policeman smiled bitterly, "It seems that I have a little trouble here."

Player: Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it outside, and play explosions at home

Night Owl: What is this, grandson? Let grandpa kiss you.

This is a big bat that has been under high pressure for a month and has not closed his eyes for even five minutes for four days and four nights.

Player thinks → Everyone works overtime together

In fact → Batman has done the workload of the entire Bat family alone

Player: Is it so fierce? ? ? ?

Player: I'm so scared, you won't hit me hard, will you?

Chapter 99 Gotham Escape

Following the chaos in Gotham, as if spreading, several new murders occurred in the surrounding city of Bludhaven.

Although the dead were not good people, they were still human lives. They were rampant enough and did not take other people's lives and laws into consideration. It was as if such killing was as easy as eating and drinking water for them.

In addition to the increased pressure on the police station, Nightwing, who was active at night, was also a little anxious.

This is his city, and he is quite familiar with it, but he did not find the trace of the new guy.

It was like he was secretly observing and deliberately avoiding him. The repeated failures made this Bluebird of Bludhaven a little irritable.

After entering a murder scene again, Dick's face was more gloomy. He looked at this room. This was the territory of Little Kru, and the dead was the difficult underground boss in this city.

Now, his neck was simply and roughly twisted. Nightwing profiled the murderer as an adult male, strong, ruthless, and very good at hiding and anti-tracking.

As a result, many of his investigations were fruitless.

The other party was avoiding him? Why?

He didn't think it was because of fear of the vigilante. The other party almost put a blatant provocation in Nightwing's face.

It's not just the new guy who appeared in Blüdhaven. Nightwing has noticed the recent abnormality. The shadows in the night are unusually active.

When the bluebirds flew in their own city to fight criminals as usual tonight, the shadows of the city under the full moon were stretched, like a bad spread, and the cities around Gotham were forced into a tense and weird atmosphere.

"Who is it?" Nightwing shouted.

No new cases appeared. The other party seemed to be killing a few leaders for fun on a whim. His attitude was too careless. Of course, there might be some reasons that he didn't know yet, but he didn't find it now.

The cloudless moonlight tonight covered the earth with silver, illuminating the surroundings, and making the dark place darker, making it difficult for the naked eye to see what was there.