"I've heard of you." Red Robin was the first to speak and looked at Spider-Man and said: "...It's all a good reputation. You've done a lot of good things in Gotham in the past few days and made a lot of noise.
Almost everyone in Gotham knows that Batman has a noisy new assistant."
"Uh, do I have such a big reputation?" Spider-Man stretched out his hand and scratched his head.
"Why are you still standing there? Why don't you come over and sit down?" Red Robin's eyes fell on the sofa.
Spider-Man, who was standing behind the sofa, silently took a small step back. He swallowed, looked at Red Robin and said, "You may not believe it, but I have a danger warning function, and now, it
The volume reached its highest level since I came to this weird city."
"You think I'm dangerous?"
"I hate to be so rude, but is there anyone in this city who is not dangerous?"
"You are beyond my expectation." Red Robin shook his head, seeming a little disappointed.
When this young man who looked like an ordinary classmate of Spider-Man looked up again, the cold and biting aggression in his eyes made Spider-Man's hair stand on end.
The sky-high warning volume of Spider-Sense made Spider-Man instantly roll over and hide behind the stool on the side of the table, and there were two shining darts embedded in the floor where he was originally standing.
"I thought I would see a younger version of Batman." Red Robin stood in front of the sofa and said expressionlessly: "Given that he loves you so much and feels that you may be the perfect natural Robin, I have such a guess.
Not too outrageous, right?"
"I……"
"I can see that he likes you very much." Red Robin's eyes swept across Spider-Man's uniform, and that look made Spider-Man shiver from beginning to end.
"Wait a minute, listen to my explanation, that..."
"He has never given such a comment to anyone in the Bat Family." Red Robin looked into Spider-Man's eyes and said: "In the past ten years, he has not been able to choose any perfect successor from among us.
, even if we get close to him, learn from him, and want to be him."
Spider-Man stood there and lowered his hands. He believed that he could hear the sadness and disappointment in Red Robin's tone. He was a person who was very good at blaming himself for all mistakes, so at this moment he could only say: "I
I'm sorry, I'm really... I'm sorry, maybe I shouldn't have accepted this uniform."
"This has nothing to do with the uniform. Batman should never trust a person who has only appeared in front of him for a few days. It is even less likely that he will directly bring such a person back to the Batcave. And the most unlikely thing is that he will let you go."
Wandering around in his Gotham, making a name for himself, and all of us who did that were told to get out."
"Maybe he just..." Spider-Man took a deep breath, and then said: "Listen, I have absolutely no intention of ruining your relationship, it's just that he said he needed an assistant, and I wanted to help him, because I
I think he is a hero, and a hero should not be alone."
Red Robin lowered his eyes, pursed his lips, and then said: "I only hope that your company can really satisfy him."
Spider-Man lowered his shoulders. He couldn't even reply to these words that were full of sadness. He also completely forgot about his original intention of coming here to ask questions. He just took a step forward, spread his hands and said.
"He is like your father, he has strict requirements on you. Maybe he just can't express it, and he is not as dissatisfied with you as you think. It's just a coincidence that I appear here. Whether you believe it or not, I will always return
My own home.”
"Do you want me to commend you for leaving him behind one day?"
Spider-Man lowered his arms again, sighed helplessly, then looked at Red Robin's back and said: "If my appearance hurts your heart, I'm extremely sorry. Maybe I can't fully understand the relationship between you.
, but I just try to do what I can.”
After saying that, he took a few steps back, stretched out his hand, and shot a piece of spider silk onto the wall of the building opposite.
After Spider-Man left, Batman stared at the scene in the house, looking at Red Robin standing next to the sofa with his head bowed in silence and the gloomy atmosphere permeating the house. He couldn't say a single word about the current situation in Gotham.
Just like Red Robin said, he has never given an accurate answer to anyone in the Bat Family, so he knows better than anyone else that the sentence "You will become Batman in the future" is not a blessing at all, but a blessing.
A curse is the most vicious curse in the world. No father can curse his child like this.
Maybe these naive birds don't understand that there are no benefits to becoming Batman, but they are just willing to fly moths to the flames for this little bit of love and recognition, and bear disasters that cannot be balanced by the rewards.
Batman respected this simple heart as a god, but never responded. In the end, the black cape disappeared into the equally dark night of Gotham, silent as usual.
And when both Batman and Spider-Man left with their hearts full of thoughts, Red Robin, who was standing there looking sad, rolled his eyes in a circle, and then rushed to the phone with a agile pace that was completely different from his previous slow and low movements.
Call the other end and say.
"It worked. I fooled away the two guys who came to charge us! And they won't come to us for trouble in a short time. The method of focusing on the guests is really useful."
"...Okay, I understand, be careful over there, Penguin will reply to my message tomorrow."
Red Hood hung up the phone, and Nightwing turned to look at him and asked, "How is it? Can he handle Batman?"
"Don't worry, even if I don't believe Tim, I still believe Schiller. Before we came back, Tim pestered Professor Schiller to see his morbid side. Do you think the two of them can talk about something good?"
But Nightwing frowned and said, "No matter what lies Tim told, Batman shouldn't be so easily fooled, right?"
Red Hood glanced at him and said: "The most deceptive lie in the world is the truth... This is what Schiller said."
After saying that, the two of them turned their eyes back to their feet. At this time, they were squatting on the side terrace of the roof of a mansion in the upper city, looking at the lively scene in the ballroom downstairs, and their eyes were focused on it.
On a figure.
The man was tall, wearing a lead-gray linen suit and a burgundy paisley tie with a Windsor knot. He looked like an authentic Ivy League homecoming style. He was dancing on the dance floor with an older lady in his arms.
.
"Lincoln March." Nightwing said his name. He squinted his eyes like Batman and stared at March's figure and said: "Two Tims couldn't find out the funds he used to participate in the election.
As for the specific source, he definitely has a problem."
"We should figure out why he is so interested in Bruce Wayne. Is it possible that his surname is Drake?" Red Hood said with his arms crossed and his eyes narrowed.
Nightwing rolled his eyes slightly and said, "Does that mean that if he goes to the Wayne factory to change a tire one day, he will also take your surname of Todd?"
As soon as Red Hood opened his mouth to argue with Nightwing, Nightwing pushed him, pointed at the scene inside the window and said: "Look, look at that waiter, yes, it's the one who is delivering drinks to Madge now.
."
"He has something in his hand." Red Hood said with a frown.
The two figures disappeared from the terrace almost instantly. About ten minutes later, Red Hood dragged the waiter who had been choked unconscious by him to the door, and Nightwing began to search his body.
This kind of job was a professional one for Robin. After a while, Nightwing noticed something was wrong with the waiter.
"The teeth are too neat, there are no signs of wear on the fingers, and more importantly, there are no marks on the feet left by standing for a long time or walking a lot. He doesn't look like a service worker."
"He handed Madge a piece of paper. I guess it was not conveying any urgent news, so it was most likely that Madge was asked to go somewhere to contact him."
The red hood let go of the waiter, stared at his slightly immature face and said: "The cannon fodder who delivers the news are all specially trained strong young people. The people behind March are by no means an ordinary business group, or involved in
Black, involved in politics, or worse, both.”
"We have to keep an eye on March." Nightwing also stood up, glanced down at the waiter lying on the ground and said, "In addition to not allowing him to succeed in the election, we have to dig out the secrets behind him."
"I guess there is an extremely shocking secret behind him." Red Hood took out the gun from his waist, turned on the safety and loaded the bullet, and then said: "I hope my marksmanship has not deteriorated, let's go."
The early morning in Gotham was gunmetal gray with a damp smell. A man in a black trench coat got out of a taxi, walked to the nearest coffee shop and bought a cup of coffee. Then he came to the corner of the street and leaned against the wall on one side.
Beside you are alleys that stretch into unknown darkness.
The elites in suits and ties did not notice this inconspicuous figure in the alley when they walked quickly through the street. Lincoln March, neatly dressed and carrying a briefcase, walked all the way to the end of the street and rang the bell here.
The slightly quaint door of the mansion.
The mantis stalked the cicada, followed by the oriole. Just when the man in the trench coat holding the coffee cup was about to walk out of the alley quickly, two figures jumped from the roof and stopped in front of him.
"John Constantine, why are you in Gotham?"
Red Hood took the lead to step forward and block Constantine's path out of the alley. As soon as Constantine turned around, Nightwing came over from behind.
Seeing that he couldn't leave, Constantine sighed, reached out and took off the hat on his head, looked at the red hood in front of him with his slightly tired eyes and said: "Okay, kids, isn't it?
If I bring you some candy this time, can you let me go and not tell Batman that I'm in Gotham again?"
Constantine was also used to their rude attitude. He sighed deeply and said, "You won't believe me when I say I have something serious to do, but I'm really not here for a trip. I really have something to do, so don't stop me."
Follow me, Batman, I'll go over and explain later."
Red Hood narrowed his eyes and turned to look in the direction where Lincoln March disappeared. He took two steps closer, using his burly figure to force Constantine to retreat, and then he asked.
"You should tell me the truth, Constantine, are you here for Lincoln March?"
Forced by Red Hood's sudden fierce aura, Constantine blurted out: "How did you..."
Red Hood showed a successful smile, and then whispered: "Tim is rarely right for once. It is really useful to imitate Schiller's pathology."