The Death Knell

It often rains at night in Gotham. This corrosive rain is a perfect match for this icy city. The rust-like smell can cover up the smell of blood, and the darkness can cover up all crimes.

In the observation deck at the top of Wayne Tower, a figure sneaked in after closing time. The red carpet under his feet immediately became wet, leaving blood-stained footprints.

This place is usually open to Gotham citizens, but the recent chaos in the world has resulted in people rarely wanting to visit, and many objects have accumulated a thick layer of dust.

But fortunately there is no wind here, so at least it is quiet on a rainy night.

The figure's cloak fluttered as he moved, and a voice that was obviously distorted by a voice changer sounded:

"I'm here, where are you?"

As the words fell, two green light spots lit up in the darkness, and what looked like a television over there began to squirm and deform, turning into a tall and burly human form.

"Here, little Robin."

"Just call him Robin, don't add adjectives." Damian rolled his eyes and responded angrily. Clayface sometimes liked to play pranks.

"Okay, little Robin, after all, you have too many brothers, I just want to distinguish them easily." Clayface squirmed and approached Damian, lowered his height, and looked at him levelly: "I still remember that time There are Big Robin, Second Robin, and Third Robin, and you are the last Little Robin to be added to the Bat-family. You are obviously Batman's biological son, so strange."

Lightning suddenly lit up outside the tempered floor-to-ceiling glass window of the observation deck. Damian's little face was illuminated in the darkness, but the look in his eyes behind the eyepatch was not nostalgia, but something else.

He squinted his eyes, as if avoiding the bright light.

My biological son...heh.

But there are some things that don't need to be made known to everyone. They are their own private matters. The reason for interrupting patrol to meet Clayface is not to talk about private matters.

Clayface is essentially a good guy, or not so bad. He worked as a villain for a while, but eventually sided with Batman and became a non-staff member of the Bat-family.

As the name suggests, he can change his appearance at will, as easily as plasticine.

This allows him to imitate the appearance and voice of anyone, and also allows him to sneak into most locations and help the Bat family find out information. At the same time, physical attacks are basically ineffective against him.

"Times have changed, Clayface, it's like you have become a good person now." Damian shook his head and corrected him: "The correct names for us now are Nightwing, Red Hood, and Red Robin. And me—Robin.”

Clayface has no heart, nor miscellaneous organs like lungs. He is just a ball of living mud, but at this time he still sighed in a decent manner:

"Has anyone ever told you that your family is too serious? Are you so serious?"

"Enough with the clown-talking jokes. You asked me to come here to tell you that there is important news. I'm here. I can report it now." Damian approached the glass window and looked at the brightly lit city below, the neon lights Everything seemed like an illusion, not clear.

Clayface knew that Damian was no fun at all, he didn't look like a child at all, and Batman's twisted education methods just created another little bat.

But who can take care of Batman's family affairs? You must know that Superman and Batman have talked about children's education. Batman doesn't seem to care what Damian becomes, or in other words, only this way suits him.

"Okay, let's get down to business. Just about half an hour ago, Baolang came to see me. After we gesticulated a few times, he retreated and left a message. I thought it was strange, so I informed you."

"What's the news?" Damian watched as the raindrops formed a stream and flowed through the glass. The traces twisted like a living transparent snake.

Clayface took a deep breath: "He said that the Joker invited me to the deepest part of Gotham's sewers to attend a crazy party."

"It's fake, it's impossible." Damian didn't look back. He held the window with his palms, feeling the coldness: "The Joker is dead. I saw his body in the cold storage of the Batcave with my own eyes. His chest was A big hole, unless the party you're going to has a psychic and you're going to play a pen game or a Ouija board or something."

"Are you actually telling a cold joke? Did you learn it from Deathstroke?" A strange expression appeared on Clay Face's yellow clay face, and his pair of green glowing eyes showed a puzzled look.

Damian frowned and turned around: "I want to be free like who I am, you can continue talking about the current business."

Clayface was no longer entangled, just like Damian said, it was his private matter, so he opened his bloody mouth again: "I have also seen the clown's body, but you know that guy Tyrannosaurus, he He is a mercenary, and if there is no one to pay him, he will not run around looking for people."

"You mean he's looking for more than just you?" Damian found something suspicious.

Clayface nodded. He has no neck, but he can control the flow of facial features on his face to achieve a visual nodding effect: "Yes, there is a list. The wolf told me personally, saying that the clown wants to invite a dozen old friends. He has already helped to recruit eight or nine people.”

"Who are they?" Robin asked again. He began to hold his chin and think about it. Something was wrong.

"I don't know. Although Baolang is careless and full of swear words, and his actions are faster than his brains, he is still a mercenary after all, and he still has the awareness of keeping mission information confidential." Clay Face spread out his huge palms, looking very helpless: " But I stretched my neck as much as I could and took a look, and saw three names: Black Adam, Lady Shiva, and the Mind Pirate...Whoever is gathering these people is no joke."

"You don't have a neck, it's an extension of your torso." Damian said the cruel reality coldly, and then shook his head: "Could it be the clown's daughter? That madwoman disappeared deep into the sewers. The last time she appeared was amid rumors of the Joker’s death.”

There was a flash of lightning outside the window, leaving an afterimage on the retina. Large drops of raindrops hit the glass, and there was a brief silence in the far-from-warm room.

"I thought she fell to death during the fight with Batman. No one knows what's underneath the deepest abyss. It usually defaults to a bottomless cliff." Clayface scratched his head. He used to have a good relationship with Killer Croc, but The guy who lives in the sewer doesn't know what's in the deepest part.

The walls around the abyss were as smooth as a mirror, and the darkness below was bottomless. At first glance, it looked like the kind of place where you could never come back up again.

"But now the organizer of the party obviously knows that we can't deal with just one Siwa. We have to contact the 'orphans' to come back from Hong Kong." Damian pinched his eyebrows with a headache. He felt the limitations of his power: "Whether someone is using the Joker's name to do things or not, we have to disrupt this gathering of villains, but why did the other party invite you? There is no one on the streets of Gotham who doesn't know that you have abandoned the dark side and turned to the dark side."

Clayface squirmed and looked out the window.

"I don't know, maybe, the organizers deliberately want to convey this news to the Bat Family? I can sneak in with bugs and cameras, but I'm not sure if there is a signal deep in the sewers."

Damian did not answer immediately. He needed to think carefully, because if Clayface's guess was correct, then the mysterious organizer's gameplay was somewhat advanced, which gave him a smell of something unusual.