Bat Fight Simulator

Before making this carefully prepared gamble, Batman Timothy was between worlds, never giving up on finding the cruel truth in the desperate dead end. He was a detective, eager to find the real ray of hope.

But no matter how hard he trudged, and how he kept trying to see clearly around him, he ended up with nothing.

Even though he knew in his heart that he had already attracted the attention of those guys, and had fallen into traps and uninterrupted pursuits, his path was a variety of different universes in the dark multiverse, but they all ended in misfortune without exception. Even if one or two lucky people who kept throwing the dice of fate appeared occasionally, they would be destroyed by the Nightmare Knights after the possibility of floating appeared.

Although Timothy's universe was not destroyed in the hands of the group of laughing people, just like it was riddled with holes by ants, it was affected by the aftermath of the destruction of the main universe, and it was so easily vanished in front of this loser who was desperately trying to hold on to something.

He failed to save anything, the dead Batman, Dick who had long gone, the disabled Jason, the crazy son of Aug, and the companions he thought he could protect.

He also thought that he could try to do everything well, and then everything became even worse.

His Titan, family, Gotham, the entire universe no longer existed, and there was no place to go back, so he could only carry out this endless pursuit.

When he opened his eyes again, rubbing his eyebrows, the warm sunlight outside the window spread on his face. His chair was facing the window on the side. Today's Gotham looked like a rare sunny day. Thinking back to what happened in the dream, well, it seemed that nothing happened again overnight, but he had a good sleep.

The sleep time in the past few days was indeed much longer than any time before, and the state was also. How long had he not enjoyed the warmth and comfort brought by the morning like this? The relaxed atmosphere greatly alleviated the urgency and anxiety of chasing him.

It shouldn't be like this, he didn't know when the Nightmare Knights would appear.

Even if the entire system was hacked, Timothy didn't think he could fight the entire Knights now, but if it was just a single Knights member, he was still confident that he could keep them, and the loss would not be too great to accept.

The blue pupils were covered by the shadow of the bangs as he moved, and only the dead madness in the eyes of the man in bat costume could be seen.

Even if it was the Laughing Bat, or in other words, the guy that Timothy was most wary of, knew the most, and had the most records of, if he had a chance, he would kill him first.

But the brain needs energy to think and operate constantly, for example, he didn't eat anything from yesterday afternoon until this morning, and now, the empty stomach brings hunger, driving him to the refrigerator to find bread.

He is not picky about food, as long as it is simple and convenient to fill his stomach, it is enough, and sometimes he even thinks that eating is a waste of time, but considering that today's arrangement is a physical work, he can only eat more patiently.

What kind of physical work? Of course, it is the grave of the second generation Robin. Timothy even had the mood to entertain himself. It was rare that he would meet Jason, who was younger than him in this universe.

After all, he was Batman, and Batman would have his own Robin.

In fact, he could also consider going to the Assassin's League to catch a little green carrot and let him be his Robin bird, but considering the noise level of that kid, and for the sake of his blood pressure, he decisively chose Jason.

Of course, this universe was still chasing after him, and he didn't mind the little isotope who was still very persistent in the orphanage case.

In this regard, Timothy was even less picky. Any one would do, and it would be even better if he could have both.

So, in the middle of the night, Timothy, who had spent a lot of effort to avoid the sight of the bat, took a shovel and arrived at the cemetery. Although it was a warm and sunny day during the day, the continuous rain before made the soil still muddy, and there was a damp smell in the air. The atmosphere of the cemetery seemed even more gloomy, and the dark figures of the surrounding trees looked more like some demons with bared fangs and claws.

In fact, he could have come without a shovel, and could have waited for Jason to dig it out himself. Moreover, it was much more difficult to contact from the outside than from the inside. Timothy easily found the alarms set by Bruce.

But he still chose to start from the outside, which was more troublesome. This required more caution, so as not to alarm the Bat Family who were still patrolling the city tonight.

Without relying on the system, that kind of thing was more like a prop for nightmares to him. Even if it was disassembled and used casually before, it was more like familiarity with this prop. He needed to understand the purpose of the prop enough, didn't he?

When Timothy personally cracked the bat alarm, he also caught the movement that gradually appeared inside, like scratching, accompanied by collisions and struggles. However, although he wanted to speed up the action, the system set up by Batman himself was still quite troublesome and tricky, especially to prevent someone from stealing his son's body. Even the alarm system here would be constantly updated with the bat computer.

As the noise inside became more and more intense, it was enough for the tomb robbers to finally crack the hole. Then on this dark and windy night, Timothy, dressed in a bat uniform, began to shovel the soil. The soil that was soaked with moisture was dug up. With one shovel after another, he finally felt the touch of the coffin, so he sped up the digging action.

After clearing a clean area that exposed the smooth wooden surface, he tensed his muscles and controlled the angle and strength to ensure that the action of breaking the coffin would not bring up sawdust and cause secondary damage to the people inside.

Such a destructive movement was really clear in the cemetery late at night. Fortunately, he made the gravekeeper unconscious when he came in. Even if he woke up, the other party would only think that he accidentally fell asleep.

In front of Jason's tombstone, the grave robber was still concentrating on digging people. He took the lead in a big action of destruction from the outside to prevent the other party from continuing to dig inside the coffin. The bloody scratches could be left when someone was waiting.