The Death Knell

"Snort and snort."

Her long brown hair emerged from behind Barbara's hood and spread over her shoulders, clinging wetly to her body.

She didn't know how long she had been lying on the roof. The aftermath of the global blizzard was still there. Although there was no snow in Gotham now, it was definitely not warm.

After taking a sip of the hot drink, she made a comfortable sound, as if she felt warm both physically and mentally, and said:

"Wait a little longer. The ship has just docked and is still in the process of unloading. We have to wait for someone in charge to inspect the goods. Then we will keep an eye on this person and look for an opportunity to torture him."

She also waved to Bobo not to lie there and watch all the time. She was familiar with surveillance work. The policemen all watched others while eating donuts and drinking coffee. Now was obviously not the time to take action.

"Here's a drink for you. It's mixed with a little vodka." Deathstroke also told the orangutan to relax a little. He had just finished dealing with Merlin and hadn't even had time to drink some water, so he might as well take this time to take a short rest.

In addition, in a way, Barbara is really amazing. She is one of the few people who can cooperate with Batman every day and still maintain her ability to think independently. Sometimes she can even remind Batman in turn.

She knows what she wants, has a clear plan of action, and doesn’t need anyone else’s guidance.

This is all the valuable experience she gained during the years when she was in a wheelchair and provided remote intelligence support to Batman as an oracle. Maybe it can be said that the Joker made her successful?

Bobo put away his binoculars and came over to drink hot cocoa mixed with wine, but he didn't watch it for so long in vain.

When it comes to observation skills, the orangutan detective is much better than Barbara. He discovered a suspicious point.

"Barbara, Slade, this factory doesn't have a chimney, so this may just be a packaging line location responsible for filling, rather than a place where beans are actually processed. Even if there is a person in charge here, his knowledge may be very limited."

Vodka really has an eternal allure to drunkards. After Bobo finished speaking, he took a sip of the mixed drink and touched his belly comfortably.

The raindrops under the night were densely woven together and fell on the edge of the rooftop, stirring up a special flavor of earthy smell mixed with acidic smell. This is most people's daily memory of Gotham.

It rains frequently, although not as frequently as in London, but it is a rare occurrence in the United States. It is believed that the amount of sewage discharge is too large, resulting in enough suspended particles in the clouds to act as condensation nuclei.

"It's true." Batgirl looked into the distance and frowned: "It shouldn't be condensation of exhaust gas. After all, all factories in Gotham directly emit exhaust gas. What you said should be right. This It’s a bit troublesome.”

It can be said to be an urban style. It is not that there is no environmental protection bill in Gotham City, but no one enforces it at all. Otherwise, how could there be environmental lunatics like Poison Ivy?

"It's just a small problem, Bobo. Don't worry about the details. Anyway, we have to go inside. Even if it's a trap, I can clear it."

Su Ming sat on the edge of the rooftop with a calm expression, reaching out to catch the falling rain and playing with it in his palm:

"In such a big factory, with so many people, electronic communication equipment can always be found. We have Barbara here, and we are still worried about not being able to contact them and their superiors? If Cyborg was here instead, I would still be worried about him finding it. No clues, but the oracle must be fine."

In fact, there is strangulation, and as long as there are enough brains to eat, you can get some information.

It's just that it doesn't like to eat the brains of Gotham people. These people are too simple. Their minds either have nothing but the idea of ​​burning, killing and looting for survival, or they are full of clown-style chaos and madness, strangulation and love. These flavors.

Becoming a symbiote of Su Mingde has broadened its horizons and made it a bit picky. Now it only likes to eat the brains of smart people, and it coughs after eating other things.

The cloak doesn't have these problems. At this moment, it is acting as a shelter for everyone, while it is wrapping some of Merlin's relics with its corners and sucking it wildly.

After hearing what Deathstroke said, Barbara scratched the back of her head in embarrassment and stuck out her tongue: "Hey, actually, I'm not that good. The equipment in the bell tower is easier to use."

The clock tower was the former base of the Birds of Prey, located in the center of the city not far from the Wayne Company Building. It was originally a public facility built at the beginning of the last century, but was gradually abandoned in the new era after everyone had watches.

Once a fire affected it, Batman later paid for it to buy it. In name, it was to protect historical sites, but in fact, it was renovated on top, equipped with various technological equipment, and given to it as a base for the Birds of Prey team. Barbara.

After all, her lumbar spine was broken at that time, and she was worried that she would never be able to continue to do justice in her life. In order to cheer her up, Batman gave her a bell tower as a hospital gift.

Su Ming didn't know how Barbara felt at that time, but he knew that in heaven, it would be unlucky to give a bell to others.

But then several girls in Birds of Prey went their separate ways, and the Joker went to hang out in the clock tower every three days. It was abandoned after all, and now only Barbara occasionally goes there to use the supercomputer.

"No matter how good the equipment is, it still depends on the person who uses it." Su Ming looked at the girl's blushing face with a smile, took out a cigarette, covered the flame with his hand and lit it, "Let's not talk about that first, a car is coming."

Just like what the death knell said, a small convoy drove up on the road in the distance, including a white luxury car. Those car lights pierced the dense rain curtain, lighting up the nearby remote areas like pillars of light. streets.

It's not a good time to wander around the city in the middle of the night. Old Gothamites know that, let alone the unfinished building area of ​​the Northeast Coast generation. This is an area densely populated by various small gangs.

In Gotham, the devil is always easy to deal with. The famous gang bosses often have various concerns because of their family's great business, and they will abide by some black rules.

But like those scumbags at the bottom of society, they are either hungry or suffering from mental problems. They can do anything. Those who are barefoot are never afraid of those who wear shoes.

Traveling in a convoy in the middle of the night, the destination is still a remote city suburb, it's too high-profile

It was as if he was planning to lure Batman out to investigate.

No, as the convoy moved forward simultaneously, another person landed on the rooftop where Deathstroke and others were squatting. The figure in a black cloak looked like a dwarf, but the voice changer made his voice sound like an evil ghost.

"Slade, Barbara, and Detective Orangutan, why are you here?"

Su Ming raised the cup in his hand, and used his tentacles to hook the small figure under the rain shelter. A cup of hot cocoa was stuffed into the visitor's hand:

"Don't you members of the Bat Family communicate with each other when taking actions? Damian, you are in a collision with Barbara."

"oh."

The boy narrowed his eyes, drank his drink and did not respond directly. He even ignored Barbara's questioning look. His thoughts were simple.

The Bat Family is all old. Nightwing has long since gone out on his own, Jason has also been on his own, and Tim has been missing ever since. The Bat Family now consists of Batwoman, Batgirl, Disruptor, Orphan and other girls.

‘I, Damian, am a pure man, who wants to act with a group of girls? It's such a shame. If my Teen Titans teammates find out, how will I be able to lead the team in the future? ’

Besides, Batman is just an adoptive father, and he would rather be with his biological father, because his biological father is obviously better.