When the thick fog hit again, no one realized how special this invasion was. They all followed the rules they had discovered 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 compete for King Robin's cloak, so they had to attack Wayne Tower. However, the attack could not be done directly by charging forward. They had to work together separately.
First of all, someone must go over to conduct reconnaissance and find out the defense situation near Wayne Tower, so that the next attack plan can be formulated.
Someone still has to go back and get large weapons, because no matter what, this building cannot be saved. It would be better to respond to King Robin with an explosion like the Capitol Building from the beginning.
And someone has to be responsible for exploring and attacking. If you have to resort to blasting, you will have to fight Robin King in the ruins, which will definitely require some special equipment.
In the end, someone had to stay to take care of the wounded. Of course, someone had already taken care of this. The little spider who had his equipment taken away took the initiative to take on the important task of taking care of the Arkham Knight. It wasn't that he didn't want to go out to play, but he really didn't.
How to watch someone in such pain in front of him but remain indifferent.
Arkham Knight is not very conscious now. At that time, he was stimulated. The Robins' way of dealing with it was to give him a shot of sedative. The sedative did work, but the problem was that it was given at the wrong time.
At that time, Arkham Knight was only mentally stimulated. His somatization symptoms were not obvious, and he did not have very serious aggressive tendencies. The powerful soothing effect of sedatives on the mind would make the user fall into another kind of quagmire.
An overly active and excited mind cannot be completely stabilized, and will only dream wildly during sleep, dreaming and waking up again, and waking up and dreaming again, until it is impossible to distinguish between dreams and reality.
This will make people look very painful, as if they have been lingering in a nightmare that they can't wake up from. Spider-Man has no way to alleviate his situation and can only take care of him.
The Robins finally realized that it was not a good thing to go with their peers. The three who were too gentle couldn't come up with an idea together, and the ones who were too violent couldn't even convince the others to make any decision.
They all have to have a fight first. Even those who can tolerate others and cooperate with them tacitly, their abilities are not comprehensive enough, and it is really half the result with half the effort.
In the end, they decided to divide it according to the universe, because they realized that in addition to proving that they are the best Robin, it can also prove that the Batman of their universe is the best Batman, which is very important to the Robins.
The temptation is too great.
Nightwing has arrived at this time, and there is not much manpower needed for investigation. It just so happens that Arkham Universe is missing one person due to the poor condition of Arkham Knight, so Robin also followed Nightwing to prepare for him.
The Robins in the main universe went to the Batcave to prepare large weapons. They were familiar with this matter. Barbara gave them access to the Batcave to ensure that if the finished weapons did not work, they could still use the existing ones.
Some modifications.
The Robins of the Schiller Universe are preparing special props that will be used in frontal combat. They actually have a lot of them with them, but if they are not enough, they can go back and get them through the Doujie portal. What is more difficult is what they need to think of.
Props can come in handy.
The first ones to notice the fog coming were the Robins of Schiller Universe, and the moment the fog came, they felt something was wrong, because this time the fog was particularly thick.
In the past, when the fog first came, there was still a certain degree of visibility. After a period of time, the visibility would fluctuate, and some spatial and temporal anomalies would appear. But this time, as soon as the fog came, the surrounding space was blocked.
Be strict.
Dick, Jason and Tim were standing very close, but they could hardly see each other's faces. They immediately held hands to prevent themselves from being dispersed by the fog.
"What the hell? How could it be like this?" Jason frowned deeply, his face was very serious, because his intuition was telling 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 think we can't wait much longer, it's almost dark."
Yes, there is not much left in the sunset in Gotham, the streets are gradually becoming dim, the neon lights that should have been on have disappeared, and the nights in this cosmic Gotham are even more bizarre, deep and dark.
Strangely, as the night gradually approached, it started to rain lightly again in the city, but the rain and the fog seemed like two different worlds. The raindrops fell from the sky and failed to melt into the thick fog. They fell straight to the ground without touching.
to anyone's clothes.
The good news is that they won't be soaked in the rain. The bad news is that they now have to face darkness and thick fog at the same time.
The faint lights flickering on the distant streets allowed them to barely see the shadows of each other's facial features. The mist also blurred the edges and corners, making each person's face look horribly 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, were wrapped in the thick fog and scattered everywhere.
The grotesque Batmans all felt something strange.
It seemed that this time the thick fog 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, it was already less than three meters away from them.
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A sharp knife flashing with cold light stabbed down. Jason yanked Dick in that direction. The two of them rolled on the ground. When they looked up, they only saw a pale mask.
"What is this?!" Tim screamed in disbelief. The guy was wearing a black turtleneck and a pale hood. The facial features of the hood were normal except for two black eyes.
Two terrifying black holes, no one can see clearly the eyes behind them.
When Jason saw him for the first time, he understood that this was a terrifying serial killer, and his group became his targets.
Without hesitation, Jason knelt down with his gun and raised his arms to aim. With a bang, a bullet hit the serial killer's shoulder. A flower of blood bloomed on his shoulder, where the hand holding the knife was.
The body fell backward slightly.
But he just fell backwards. There was no pain, no twitching, and the knife did not drop. The opponent continued to move forward quickly.
Jason raised the gun with one hand, changed the gun with the other hand, and hit the murderer directly with an ice pick. Then there was a soft 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 where he was shot was no longer bleeding, he knew that this man was definitely not an ordinary person.
"When did Gotham have such a number one figure?" Jason felt a little confused. He had lived on the streets of Gotham for a long time. He had heard about all kinds of brutal criminals, but he had never heard of one.
White-faced serial killer.
"I suspect this is not someone from Gotham." Tim Fu said in his heart: "It may be caused by the thick fog."
"But didn't the thick fog just create some strange hallucinations before? How could it suddenly turn into a serial killer?" Dick questioned.
"Don't you notice something is wrong with this fog? It is much thicker than before, as if the whole world has been 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.
"Why so fast?!" Dick was a little unbelievable. "Didn't you have to stay still for three minutes before appearing? Did we stay there for two minutes? Or was it a minute and a half?"
"This just shows that there have been some changes in the fog." Jason touched his chin and said: "It has become thicker and more elusive, and the time when various rules take effect has also changed."
"I think we'd better figure out who this guy is first." Dick reached out and knocked on the ice and said.
As soon as this question came up, Dick, who was standing in front of the murderer, saw the frozen murderer's mouth moving. Yes, it was the mouth he was wearing the mask that moved in a strange way.
"Mai...Mai...Mai what? Miles? Your name is Miles?"
The other party didn't respond. He seemed to want to nod, but because he was frozen and couldn't move, Dick said politely: "Okay, 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, let out a scream, and his first reaction was to yell: "Run!!!!"
The three of them turned around and ran, and the next second the ice exploded with a bang. The seemingly slow-moving man raised the sharp knife again and chased the three of them at a high speed that was completely inconsistent with the pace.
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"What's going on? Isn't that dense ice?!" Jason was puzzled. He said: "It is absolutely impossible to open this thing 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 attract us so he has time to open the ice!"
"Damn it, I was fooled." Dick cursed angrily as he ran: "I thought he couldn't get out, what should I do now? Where is the spaceship?"
"The spaceship is still cooling." Jason said: "There is no way to deploy it now. Even if it is deployed, it would be enough time for him to hack us to death just before we board the ship."
"Isn't there a shield? And maybe...angel feathers?"
"No." Tim finally expressed his guess, "When we are by his side, he will increase his strength. We can't fight with him, otherwise he will only get stronger and stronger!"
While talking, the three of them realized that they had reached a dead end, but this was not because they did not look at the road, but because they could not see anything clearly in the thick fog.
The white mask appeared vaguely at the end of the alley, one step, two steps, three steps, and the puddles reflecting the white mask were crushed like broken spines.
A burst of rushing music sounded in the ears of the three of them.