Bat Fight Simulator

But in the face of Alfred's concern, the knight would still thank him and said that he didn't need snacks or afternoon tea.

"Really? If Master Todd needs anything, you can call me anytime."

Todd, the bats used his first name and last name to distinguish him from the Red Hood, or called him the Knight, the Arkham Knight. The butler left, leaving the room to the Knight, who obviously had little desire to socialize.

"It looks like this will be a good afternoon."

Chapter 13 Mask of Pain

That was Jason Todd, Jason from a parallel universe.

The similar yet unfamiliar appearance overlapped, and the J-shaped mark on the more childish face woke Dick up from the nightmare again. His face and body were covered with cold sweat, and there were faint screams and wails in his ears.

The man turned on the light and got out of bed. His bandaged body made a sound of bones colliding due to excessive fatigue and soreness. The dark circles under his eyes became more profound and obvious under the light. His heartbeat was gradually calmed down, no longer beating violently in panic. He wiped his face with his palm to wipe off the wet marks. Since the news of Bruce's death came, his pressure has suddenly increased. The responsibilities and burdens on him made him work so hard that he had almost no time to rest. He had even worked for three consecutive days before going to find Red Hood.

Coffee, coffee and coffee, the bitter taste seemed to still remain in his mouth. Now that he was forced by Tim and Alfred to rest for half a night, he looked even more haggard. Dick raised his hand and almost roughly messed up his hair. The dull pain of the old injuries that were still slowly healing in his body and the psychological anxiety made it difficult for him to sleep.

Red Robin and Red Hood chased the clues and met people from the Assassin's League. The chaos seemed to escalate, and even they got involved. But there was some good news. Bruce had been confirmed to be alive. The next step was to wait for his brothers to bring their father back to Gotham, and then everything would be fine.

And Damian, he became his own Robin, which was good. Dick would patiently and seriously teach this youngest brother.

But the remaining palpitations still prevented him from sleeping. He walked to the bathroom and faced the miserable reflection in the mirror before dawn. Dick really couldn't convince himself that it was just Jason from a parallel world. He didn't need to care about what he had experienced.

Now there are good and bad news about Gotham, but the worst news has not appeared. Of course, the best has not yet appeared. He has used work to numb himself for a long time, and even developed an escapist mentality and dared not face that face.

Dick cursed in a low voice in the bathroom where he was alone, using cold water to calm himself. He couldn't help but deny that he was actually lucky, at least he was not so bad that Jason was really treated like the Joker, but if, if it really happened...

But he felt that he was too despicable, so despicable that he was relieved because he was not the worst.

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Dick went downstairs very early, Alfred hadn't even prepared breakfast yet, and the Arkham Knight was playing with his mobile phone at the dining table in the living room, uh, playing with his mobile phone...?

Although it didn't match the first impression of the other party, Dick had also developed some recently. The knight would occasionally show some comparisons, childishness? actions, such as reading novels that he doesn't quite understand, or going shopping, playing games, and raising a plastic duck, even naming the duck Messiah...?

This is what the Knight brought from his safe house (there is also a cactus called Alice), and he even goes to greet Alice and Messiah every morning and evening, which shows that he likes it very much.

Although these little things are fragmentary and seem meaningless, they bring another kind of feeling to the Knight. He is a living person, and no longer like a dead wandering ghost, watching the world coldly.

At least the Arkham Knight is still very worry-free now. He doesn't need to fight for territory and manage his subordinates like the Red Hood, and then suddenly kill a few criminals with a slap on his head, giving the whole Bat family a migraine. Although Dick knows that this is only temporary, sooner or later the Knight will do something, such calmness brings Nightwing a sense of urgency before the storm.

If at least, at least Wayne Manor is still the home of the Red Hood, then the Knight is like a scarred bird that temporarily stops here to rest.

It's not that they don't want to accept the Knight. Whether it's Dick, Tim, or Red Hood, they are all trying to accept and approach him. Alfred is also worried about Jason. At least he shouldn't stand at the junction of the world like this, and he can abandon everything at any time, or disappear directly.

For this reason, Dick sought the help of the Dark Justice League and Cyborg, trying to locate the spatial fluctuations of Arkham Knight's arrival here, and use this to find the coordinates of the universe where he was before he came. However, it was not ideal. There were no clues from the magic side or the parallel universe data. He was really like a sudden and silent phantom.

Dick went to explore what happened to Arkham Knight again. Did he die like their Jason, maybe the Joker, or maybe someone else. Dick's emotions knew such cross-comparison with Red Hood, reasoning, speculation and then verification.

The almost rational and cold scrutiny was enough to cause a second, or unknown number of injuries to a mentally unstable brother.

But Nightwing, no, Batman must do it, block out the influence of emotional factors, and only use the most unshakable rationality to explore the Arkham Knight, find his past, find his real weakness, the Bat family must have a way to subdue the Arkham Knight, and analyze his possible actions next, to prevent him from making the same mistakes as the Red Hood.

The files on the screen of the Batcomputer were gradually filled up, through the other party's behavior after appearing in Gotham, all the way to the Red Hood base and now in Wayne Manor.

The corners of Dick's lips exposed outside the bat mask were straight, even a little pale. The Knight did not refuse to eat, but it did not conflict with his own low appetite. Excessive food would indeed make him vomit. When Dick saw this, his mood became even lower, which meant that he might have been forced to eat, or even asked to eat something that might not be related to the universal sense of edible food, or even some medicine or something completely opposite.