Bat Fight Simulator

The Knight felt that as the second-generation Robin, he still had a say. It was nothing more than the difference between the seller's show and the buyer's show. Everyone said that Bruce was the best, the real Batman needed by Gotham.

Damian, who had never met Batman Bruce before, would only raise his expectations in this situation. And from the beginning, he was in contact with Batman Dick. Although the Golden Boy was also infinitely close to the gloomy big bat, his emotional intelligence was obviously still online. Compared with the current gloomy big black, it is not surprising that there is a sense of gap.

After all, Bruce would not care about the little boy's self-esteem. He would only think that Robin was his responsibility, and then act arbitrarily, trying to keep the little boys away from danger in his own way, and then take over himself.

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"Bruce... uh, Bruce, I think I've told you that Damian is not me, not Jason, and not even Tim..."

"I know, so he needs more guidance."

"Oh, God! Okay, guidance, but your guidance is to say it to him! Robin, you are fired."

Dick took the chrysanthemum tea made by the old butler and thanked him and took a sip, then he gave Batman a big eye roll without hesitation after hearing the answer. Listen, this sentence is too familiar, basically every Robin can get this sentence from Batman.

Batman was not moved at all by his eldest son's complaints and condemnations. Too many things happened during the time he was forced to stay away from Gotham, and he needed to regain and fully control the current situation.

"I have told Robin how to act, instead of just breaking into Scarecrow's lair because he thinks he can. He even almost killed someone. He almost made the same mistake as Jason."

Nightwing, who was still drinking tea, paused, and the veins on the back of his hand holding the handle of the cup bulged.

However, after managing Gotham during Bruce's absence, he still managed to be patient and tried to reason with Batman.

"I really think you should trust Damian more. He is a good kid. Even though the Assassin's League has a profound impact on him, he is indeed changing and making efforts."

"Jason, well, Jason was a little stressed at first after learning of your death, but in order to bring you back, you can't deny that he did pay more for it."

"And the Arkham Knight, I know you want to bring him back to Wayne Manor for protection, but do you think this is really reasonable? The Knight is also Jason, and he is even friendlier to everyone than the Red Hood!"

"But the Arkham Knight kills more neatly and decisively, and even the number of people who die at the hands of the Knight will only be more than that of the Red Hood and Damian."

"He is the most dangerous one."

Batman can't see how much respect the Arkham Knight has for life, how cold and indifferent he is to criminals, and how he murders again and again carelessly.

What he saw more was the shadow of the mercenary Deathstroke in the Knight. Even if his identity was not Jason from the parallel world, Bruce would definitely think that he was the successor who was taught by the mercenary.

Yes, the successor.

"Nightwing, if you continue to let the Arkham Knight act freely in Gotham, one day he will make an irreparable mistake."

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On the other side, the Knight was eating fast food with Damian and Red Hood. As for why another Red Hood appeared in the safe house.

"This is obviously my safe house, why can't I come here."

"No, this is my safe house now." The Knight announced coldly, while Damian spoke disdainfully.

"It's just a safe house."

"Then why are you here?" Red Hood asked.

"I am happy, what do you care."

The player tried to feed Robin, who was sandwiched between the two Jasons and had to look up left and right, with a hamburger, but this time he was avoided by the other party.

"Can you stop being so boring and stop feeding me? Do you think I'm some wild cat or dog?"

One word is better than another. The player looked at Robin, who was obviously closer to him because of feeding him, with a subtle expression. You know, the little boy didn't choose his beloved Red Hood, Jason Todd of this universe.

The isotope next to him shrugged, indicating that the bats were indeed the hardest-mouthed.

"Take the hot dog away!"

Damian angrily accused the hand that Red Hood stretched out. God knows how much pepper these two animals put in it. He wanted to plot against his brother and let him eat something spicy, but because the little assassin had a keen sense of smell, he was choked in advance. In this regard, Red Hood shrugged.

The little brother has sworn that if he eats the food that Jason Todd stuffed in again, no matter which one! He went back to Wayne Manor overnight and beat Timothy up.

Fortunately, the demon boy did stick to his bottom line and was not moved by junk food at all, and also kept Tim's health and didn't get a beating from his brother for no reason.

After fast food,

Eating this kind of food early in the morning made the healthy-eating young master Wayne grumble again.

"So, what did the old bat do yesterday?"

The Red Hood was eager to see the fun and even asked Robin about it. But even if Damian didn't say it, he actually had information. He even sent a copy to Arkham Knight. This kind of friendly provision from the same place meant that the two of them really had a lot in common. They were having a great time together, eating melons in the melon field.

But since there are participants at the scene, everyone really wants to hear what the surprise is.

The matter is actually very simple. Scarecrow, who was put into Arkham by Dick during the cloak competition, escaped again. Hearing this, Red Hood was speechless. Can't he just shoot that guy and be done with it?

Damian cursed and asked if he would listen, so the two of them quieted down and waited for the follow-up.

It's just that Scarecrow happened to run into Batman Returns. Damian, who had dealt with him once, thought that this guy was a coward - as long as the annoying fear gas was dealt with first, he could decide whether this guy was round or flat.