Martin Variety in American Comics

"Do you want me to sink this manor underground?"

The Bear God Ancestral Spirit was full and ready to show his strength.

Although he didn't need to eat or drink as an ancestral spirit, he felt great to experience human actions again.

"Not really, not really!"

Dick quickly grabbed Martin's shoulders, shook him, and shouted anxiously: "You have to choose the right target when you get angry, you can't attack Wayne Manor!"

Martin was dizzy from the shaking. Although he wanted to break free from Dick's hand, he couldn't do it with his current strength.

"You're about to shake my brain out."

Martin shouted helplessly: "And I didn't say what I was going to do to your family. If you don't let go, I'll really let Brother Bear God do it!"

The Bear God Ancestral Spirit cheered and raised the stone spear, ready to attack.

Dick let go directly, and Martin, who was being shaken, didn't react, flew out directly, and plunged into the grass in the garden.

It's over!

Dick's heart skipped a beat, and he was ready to run.

"Dick Grayson!"

Martin crawled out of the bushes, his whole body covered with grass, and a few leaves spit out of his mouth.

"Puh, puh, puh!"

He pointed at Dick and shouted, "Don't run, I'm going to tie you up and hang you to the highest point of the castle so that everyone can see you."

"You'd be a fool if you didn't run!"

Dick ran away without saying a word, and pushed Barbara in front of him, whispering, "Barbara, help me block it, thank you!"

"I won't get involved in what's going on between you two, don't get me involved."

Barbara looked at Martin who was running over alone, raised her hands, and stepped aside.

Martin didn't take it seriously. If he really wanted to catch Dick back, there were many ways, and he didn't need to step on his two short legs.

Even so, the two of them chased and fled, and soon went around the maze-like green plant buildings of Wayne Manor, and finally met at the center.

"Run, where can you run to?"

Martin looked at Dick across a stone basin, panting. It was too much for him to chase Dick without using his superpowers.

"I'm sorry, don't chase me!"

Dick was also sweating profusely, with his hands on the stone basin, laughing and sticking out his tongue.

After Martin stopped, he felt like his lungs were about to explode. He couldn't say a word and could only gesture to indicate his agreement to a truce.

"Thank God!"

Dick straightened his chest, stood up, helped Martin up, and complained: "You said that your body has become a child, but how come your thinking has become childish?"

Martin's breathing became a little smoother, and he said confidently: "I'm only 18 years old, not very old! What's wrong with being childish occasionally?"

"Okay, okay, I can't argue with you."

Dick shook his head and said: "You are the same as Bruce, you are always so talkative."

"I am a sunny and cheerful good boy, why am I the same as that gloomy old bat?"

Martin shook his head and was very dissatisfied with Dick comparing himself with Bruce.

No matter what, he is more likable than Bruce!

"Yes, yes, yes, you are right."

Dick didn't argue with Martin, and dragged him out of the green plant maze.

"I am a reasonable person. If you don't agree with anything, just say it directly! As long as someone is right, I will accept it with an open mind."

Martin talked naggingly, and Dick also had the character of an old woman, so he chatted with him.

The two kept talking, but their speed didn't slow down at all, and they soon walked out of the maze.

Just as they were about to pass through the archway, a small man suddenly jumped out and rushed towards Martin and Dick.

"I have found your weakness, surrender!"

Damian, who was forgotten by Martin, rushed out from somewhere, waving the unsharpened steel knife and charging again.

The bear god ancestor spirit flashed directly in front of Martin and was about to stab the spear in his hand.

Damian, who was still in mid-air, looked at the stone spear stabbing in front of him, and felt like a mountain range rolling over him.

Everything he was proud of was useless in the face of such a terrifying force, and became a drop in the sand, with no ability to resist. Every bone and muscle in his body was pressed under the mountain, making a sound of being overwhelmed.

"Just drive him away, he is Bruce's son after all, don't get hurt."

Martin's voice floated lazily, and Damian immediately felt that the terrifying pressure disappeared instantly.

There is no mistake in the poem, the content, and the book in the forum!

The bear god ancestor spirit waved his spear with a look of dissatisfaction on his face, and with a light pick, he threw Damian onto a soldier statue several meters high. He was hung by the spear tip of the stone statue, and he had no tricks and could not get down for a while.

"You asked for external help, which is an unfair victory. If you have the ability, put me down."

Damian was very carefree. After just a few seconds, he forgot the pressure brought by the bear god ancestor spirit. He shouted and fluttered his hands and feet.

Martin and Dick sat back to back, ignoring the child hanging on the stone statue. They took the water handed by Barbara, and after drinking it, they heard the sound of cars coming from the front yard of the manor.

The sound of those cars was louder than the other, and instantly broke the tranquility of the ancient castle of Wayne Manor.

"It's quite a show!"

Martin knew that this kind of banquet was a pure social occasion, used to meet friends, expand personal connections, and then reach some kind of agreement in private.

Not only banquets, but also many other occasions are also like this, the most typical of which is Raleigh Island.

The people who landed on the island were either rich or noble. Not to mention playing with women, even playing with men, they could have as many as they wanted and what kind they wanted.

Of course, they would not spend so much effort and take risks to go to other people's territory just to have sex. The real purpose is to contact people with the same interests as themselves in order to reach an economic or political agreement.

As for the girls suffering on the island, in their eyes, they are probably not as important as a cigarette in their hands or a sip of wine at their lips.

"Where is the list of guests attending the banquet this time?"

Having played enough, Martin stood up and prepared to get down to business.

With the halo on him, he was sure that something unusual would happen in Wayne Manor tonight, but whether the person who caused the trouble could be caught depended on how well they prepared.

Dick also put away his playful mentality and asked seriously: "Is the halo on you really that powerful?"

"When the banquet starts, you will see it with your own eyes."

Martin waved his hand. His enhanced version of the halo of the god of death is much more powerful than the one on the drum washing machine.

If bad things don't happen, it's fine. Once they happen, they will burst out like a blowout.

He said to the bear god ancestor spirit: "Brother, you go back first! It won't be long before I need your help again."

"You're welcome. The ancestors in the holy lake are waiting for your call. In a word, we will be there soon."

The bear god ancestor spirit knocked on his chest with his right fist, and then returned to the illusory holy lake.

Martin walked towards the castle, and Dick followed and asked: "What about Damian?"

"Hang him first, let him remember it for a long time, and then notify Alfred to get him down before the banquet starts. Just don't miss the opportunity to appear at the banquet."

Dick thought this was a good idea and ignored Damian's shouting.

Second update, go go go! !

The enhanced version of Death Halo is coming!