Bat Fight Simulator

He didn't say anything, just stopped attacking silently, and then looked at Arkham Knight, as if he wanted to see everything about him clearly.

During the time when the two fought before, Nightwing did fight against Deathstroke, but after confirming that the Knight's purpose had been completed, the mercenary retreated decisively.

When the helicopter that was supposed to bring the Knight back didn't move, Slade, who followed the positioning and came to the rooftop, ran into Bruce directly.

So the situation of the two people's stalemate became more stagnant after the addition of another old man.

The players found it interesting.

Regardless of the weird atmosphere between the three people.

The few birds who were still paying attention to the situation here in the channel also quickly noticed the change in the situation. They felt suffocated and couldn't help but pricked up their ears.

Especially Red Hood, he almost wanted to celebrate the Joker's death! What a wonderful death! He died so that he announced that the isotope was his brother!

The old bat was gloating and actually had this day, and wondered why it was Deathstroke, that guy was not a good thing either.

There was a subtle discomfort, as if a wild boar had pushed up a potted plant that he had been raising for a long time.

Batman actually didn't know how to get along with the Knight. He didn't seem to need the so-called help and protection.

The conflict between the two was that Bruce refused to give up saving the Knight. He wanted to treat him, wanted to give him a full body check, and wanted to give him a place that was more accepting of stable positive emotions.

Unable to understand how to treat Jason in this parallel world in the conflict, he made more bad choices.

Even the appearance of the target of Deathstroke finally made Bruce no longer have to think about how to stop hurting the Knight.

Bruce was also venting his anger. This old man not only stared at every Robin he had, but now he reached out to the Knight.

What about Deathstroke? Deathstroke was also unhappy.

Robin Bird was good in everything, but he couldn't get around the bat no matter how he went around, and he was proud of it in a secret way that Batman could see clearly.

Slade approached the Knight from behind and easily stood close enough, so close that the atmosphere around Batman became increasingly gloomy.

The mercenary raised his hand and hooked the knight's shoulder with a smile, provoking the black bat in front of him.

"Why, haven't you finished the matter yet, Jason?" In an intimate tone.

The player deserved Jason's painstaking teaching on how to anger Batman. On the surface, the knight still had that disdainful and sneering expression, but his tone to Slade was obviously much gentler.

"Right away. I feel much better now." The player did not make a long speech or be too artificial, just a simple sentence.

"Jason, you should stay away from him."

The effect was visibly good. Batman's attitude was still so cold and hard, as if he would lose miserably if he eased up a little, so he became more aggressive.

He aimed his spearhead at Deathstroke, like a ferocious beast whose cubs were robbed.

This time, before the player spoke, Slade helped him to choke Batman intimately, and his rising tone did not hide his extremely good mood.

"Why, since you have your own Robin, why are you still entangled with someone else's son?"

Even though he knew that Slade was referring to the parallel universe, the Batman who truly belonged to Arkham Knight.

But no matter which Batman he was in front of, the vague hints in his tone were tap dancing in their minefield.

It was as if Jason was his son, his chosen heir.

He clenched his fists, veins bulged, and it was obvious that he was already hard. The remaining rationality controlled him from being blinded by anger and rushing up to fight with Deathstroke.

Batman's figure, covered by the night, was still standing, and he continued to use a tone that he thought was rational, but was actually cold enough to turn on the air conditioner.

"Deathstroke, what is your purpose?"

"What purpose can I have? I'm just worried that the Knight will suffer."

"It's worth it that I came all the way here, otherwise I would be caught by you, a psychopath, and sent to Arkham Asylum for 'treatment'."

Deathstroke also knows Batman, as well as the players. Even Red Hood thinks that Batman can do such a thing as sending the Arkham Knight to Arkham Asylum.

Among all the Robins, Dick has been with Bruce the longest and is the one who is most affected.

When he has irreconcilable problems with his brother, he will even put his brother directly into Arkham.

So how good can Batman, as a father, really be.

And Dick, who was inexplicably dissed in San Francisco, couldn't help but turn on the speaker function in the communication.

He is now in Titan to check the physical condition of the unconscious Red Robin and Oracle. He can't reach the battlefield for a while, and he doesn't have the shock of the Joker dying in front of him, but he also doesn't agree with the Knight doing this.

"So, which kindhearted person can tell me what is going on in Gotham now?"

"Is the Joker working with Hydra, or is the Knight working with Deathstroke, or is Deathstroke and Hydra messing with the Joker, and the Knight is taking the opportunity to steal the heads."

Dick's voice was somewhat distorted by electronic transmission, and it rang on the rooftop where the two sides were in opposition.

However, the atmosphere did not ease much because of the deliberately relaxed tone. Red Hood thought about it, and felt that the matter was not big enough, so he started to add fuel to the fire.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, your circle is so chaotic."

"Old Bat, did you also prepare a room for me in Arkham?"

Then, the two old men who confronted each other on the rooftop directly fought.

Batman suddenly attacked before the player could react, and Deathstroke was no pushover either. The two of them were considerate enough to distance themselves from the Knight and not affect the player who was obviously out of form.

After all, the player was not like Jason, who was always tense and ready to stab Batman.

He was just watching the fun and subconsciously relaxed when he was having fun.