mtl008 Chapter 2475: Battle for the Cloak (31)
Chapter 2475: Battle for the Cloak (31)
Chapter 2475: Battle for the Cloak ()
When the thick fog came again, no one realized how special this invasion was. They all followed the rules they had explored before as usual, hoping that the thick fog would dissipate as soon as possible.
The Robins dispersed again, but this time it was because they wanted to fight for King Robin's cloak, so they had to attack Wayne Tower. However, the attack could not be done by just charging head-on, they had to divide the work and cooperate.
First, someone has to go over to conduct reconnaissance and find out the defense situation near Wayne Tower so that the next attack plan can be formulated.
Someone has to go back and get large weapons, because the building cannot be saved no matter what. It would be better to respond to King Robin with an explosion like the Capitol from the beginning.
And someone has to be responsible for exploration and attack. If blasting is necessary, then they will have to fight King Robin in the ruins, which will definitely require some special equipment.
In the end, someone had to stay behind to take care of the wounded. Of course, someone had already done this. Spider-Man, whose equipment had been taken away, took the initiative to take on the responsibility of taking care of Arkham Knight. It's not that he didn't want to go out and play, but he really couldn't bear to watch someone suffer so much in front of him and remain indifferent.
Arkham Knight is not very sober now. He was stimulated at that time, and the way Robins dealt with it was to give him an injection of sedative. The sedative did work, but the problem was that it was given at the wrong time.
At that time, the Arkham Knight was only mentally stimulated. His somatic symptoms were not obvious, and he did not have very serious aggressive tendencies. The powerful soothing effect of sedatives on the mind would cause the user to fall into another quagmire.
An overly active and excited mind cannot be completely stabilized, and will only dream wildly during sleep, dreaming and waking up, waking up and dreaming again, until it is impossible to distinguish between dreams and reality.
This would make the person seem extremely miserable, as if he were constantly wandering in a nightmare from which he couldn't wake up, and Spider-Man had no way of alleviating his condition and could only take care of him by his side.
The Robins finally realized that it was not a good idea to go with their counterparts. The three overly gentle ones couldn't come up with an idea together, and the overly irritable ones couldn't even convince their other selves. They had to quarrel before making any decision. Even those who could tolerate and cooperate with others were not comprehensive enough, and they got half the result with twice the effort.
Eventually they decided to divide it by universe, because they realized that in addition to proving that they were the best Robins, they could also prove that the Batman in their universe was the best Batman, which was too tempting for the Robins.
Nightwing had already arrived at this time, and they didn't need too many people for reconnaissance. It happened that the Arkham Universe was short of one person because of the poor condition of the Arkham Knight, so Robin also followed Nightwing to pick him up.
The Robins from the main universe went to the Batcave to prepare large weapons, something they were very familiar with. Barbara gave them access to the Batcave to ensure that if the finished weapons could not be used, they could still make some modifications to the existing ones.
The Robins of the Schiller Universe prepared special props that would be used in frontal combat. They actually carried a lot of them, but if they were not enough, they could go back through the fighting world portal to get them. The more difficult part was that they needed to figure out what props would come in handy.
The first to notice the arrival of fog were the Robins of the Schiller Universe, and the moment the fog descended, they felt something was wrong, because this time the fog was particularly thick.
In the past, there was still a certain degree of visibility when the fog first arrived. After a period of time, the visibility would fluctuate and some spatial and temporal anomalies would appear. But this time, as soon as the heavy fog arrived, it blocked the surrounding space tightly.
Dick, Jason and Tim were standing very close to each other, but they could hardly see each other's faces. They immediately held hands to prevent themselves from being blown away by the fog.
"What the hell? How did it turn out like this?" Jason frowned deeply, his face was very serious, because his intuition told him that this was definitely not a good thing.
"What should we do? Wait here until the fog clears?" Dick looked around, then shook his head and said, "I don't think we can wait much longer. It's getting dark."
Yes, there is not much left of the sunset in Gotham. The streets are gradually becoming dim, and the neon lights that should be on are nowhere to be seen. The night in this cosmic Gotham is even more bizarre, deep and dark.
Strangely, as night approached, it began to drizzle in the city again, but the rain and fog seemed to be from two different worlds. The raindrops falling from the sky failed to melt into the thick fog, but fell straight to the ground without touching anyone's clothes.
The good news was that they wouldn't be soaked to the skin anymore, the bad news was that they now had to deal with both darkness and thick fog.
The faint lights flickering on the streets in the distance allowed them to barely see the shadows of each other's facial features. The thick mist also blurred the edges and corners, making everyone's face look horrifically distorted.
"I always feel like something is wrong." Tim took a deep breath. Not only him, but everyone in the thick fog, including the criminals who left Arkham Asylum and the strange-looking Batmen wrapped in the fog and scattered everywhere, all felt something unusual.
It seemed that the thick fog this time was no longer a stage, but the stomach of some unknown creature. They were all swallowed up and gradually digested after being chewed.
"What is that?" Jason saw a figure at the end of the foggy alley. In fact, he was not far away, because of the thick fog, when the figure approached them, he was less than three meters away from them.
A sharp knife flashing with cold light stabbed down, and Jason pulled Dick in that direction fiercely. The two of them rolled on the ground together. When they looked up, they saw only a pale mask.
"What is this?!" Tim screamed in disbelief. The guy was wearing a black turtleneck sweater and a pale hood. His facial features were normal except for his two dark eyes which were like two scary black holes. No one could see the look behind them.
The first time Jason saw him, he realized that he was a terrible serial killer and that he and his group had become his targets.
Jason didn't hesitate. He pulled out his gun, knelt on the ground, raised his arms and aimed. With a bang, a bullet hit the serial killer's shoulder. A flower of blood bloomed on his shoulder, and the half of his body where the hand holding the knife was located fell back slightly.
But he just fell back, without any pain, without twitching, and the knife did not fall. The opponent continued to approach quickly.
Jason held the gun in one hand and changed guns with the other hand. Another ice cone hit the killer directly. Then there was a light bang and the serial killer was frozen.
The three of them breathed a sigh of relief. They gathered around the ice sculpture and found that the man was exceptionally tall. When Jason saw that the wound from the gunshot wound had stopped bleeding, he knew that this was definitely not an ordinary person.
"When did such a person appear in Gotham?" Jason felt a little confused. He had lived on the streets of Gotham for quite some time and had heard of all kinds of brutal criminals, but he had never heard of a white-faced serial killer.
"I doubt this is someone from Gotham." Tim said to himself, "It could be caused by the thick fog."
"But didn't the thick fog just cause some strange hallucinations before? How could it suddenly produce a serial killer?" Dick questioned.
"Didn't you notice that there's something wrong with the fog this time? It's much thicker than before, as if the whole world was swallowed by the fog." Tim said, "Maybe it has changed the rules..."
As soon as he said this, several people saw eyes gradually appearing in the reflection of the ice.
"How come it's so fast?!" Dick was a little incredulous. "Don't we have to stay still for three minutes before we appear? Did we stay there for two minutes? Or one and a half minutes?"
"This shows that the fog has changed." Jason stroked his chin and said, "It has become thicker and more difficult to understand. The time when various rules take effect has also changed."
"I think we should first figure out who this guy is," Dick said, tapping the ice with his hand.
As soon as the question was asked, Dick, who was standing in front of the killer, saw the frozen killer's mouth move. Yes, it was the mouth with the mask on, which moved in a strange way.
"Mai...Mai...Mai what? Miles? Your name is Miles?"
The other party didn't respond, and seemed to want to nod, but because he was frozen and couldn't move, Dick said politely: "Well, Mr. Miles, why are you here? And why are you attacking us?"
Tim noticed something unusual, because usually, a serial killer would not be interested in chatting with others, especially after he had launched an attack, unless the chat could bring him substantial benefits.
A thin crack spread along the bottom of the ice.
Tim, who was the first to notice the crack, screamed, and his first reaction was to yell, "Run!!!"
The three of them turned and ran. The next second, the ice exploded with a bang. The man who seemed to be slow in his movements raised the sharp knife again and chased after the three of them at a speed that was completely inconsistent with his pace.
"What's going on? Isn't that dense ice?!" Jason was puzzled. He said, "This thing can never be opened from the inside! Who does he think he is, Doomsday??"
"He's not trying to chat with us, he's stalling for time," Tim yelled, "He's trying to distract us so he has time to open the ice!"
"Damn it, I got fooled." Dick cursed in frustration as he ran, "I thought he couldn't get out, what should I do now? Where's the spaceship?"
"The spaceship is still cooling down," Jason said. "We can't deploy it now. Even if we deploy it, the time we have to board the ship is enough for him to hack us to death."
"Aren't there shields? And maybe... angel feathers?"
"No." Tim finally said what he guessed, "When we are around him, his strength will increase. We can't fight him, otherwise he will only get stronger!"
As they were talking, the three found that they had run into a dead end, but this was not because they didn't look at the road, but because they couldn't see anything in the thick fog.
The shadowy figure of a white mask appeared at the end of the alley. One step, two steps, three steps. The puddles reflecting the white mask looked like broken spines when they were stepped on.
A burst of urgent music rang in the ears of the three people.
(End of this chapter)