Chapter 2283

Many nights in Gotham are raining. The corrosive rain matches the cold city. The smell of rust can cover up the smell of blood, and the darkness can cover all crimes.

In Wayne tower's top viewing platform, a figure came in after closing time, and the red carpet under his feet was immediately wet, leaving blood like footprints.

It is usually open to Gotham residents. However, the recent world chaos has led to people's little interest in sightseeing, and many objects have accumulated a thick layer of dust.

Fortunately, there is no wind here, and it is at least quiet in the rainstorm night.

The figure's cloak flew with the steps, and a voice that was obviously distorted by the voice transformer sounded:

"here I am, where are you?"

As the voice dropped, two green light spots lit up in the dark. There was a thing that looked like a TV set over there. It began to wriggle and transform into a tall and burly human.

"Here it is, little robin."

"Just call Robin, no adjectives." Damian rolled his eyes and didn't respond angrily. Mud face sometimes likes pranks.

"Well, little robin, after all, you have too many brothers, and I just want to distinguish them." Mud face wriggled close to Damian, and lowered his height, and looked at each other head up: "I still remember that there were big Robin, two Robin, three Robin, and you were the last Robin to join the bat family. You are Batman's own son. It's strange."

Lightning suddenly lights up outside the toughened glass window of the viewing platform. Damian's small face is illuminated in the dark. His eyes behind the blindfold are not nostalgia, but something else.

He narrowed his eyes as if to avoid the bright light.

Kiss your son... Ah.

However, some things need not be known to everyone. It is their own private affairs. It is not for the purpose of chatting with mud face to stop patrolling here.

Mud face is essentially a good man, or not so bad. He was a villain for a while, but in the end, he became a member of the bat family.

Ability, as the name suggests, can change his shape at will, just as convenient as putty.

This allows him to mimic the shape and voice of anyone, and also allows him to sneak into most locations to help the bat family get information, while physical attacks are basically ineffective against him.

"Times have changed, mud face, it's like you've become a good man now." Damian shook his head, and he corrected the other side: "now the correct name for us should be night wing, red hood, Red Robin, and I - Robin."

Mud face has no heart, no lungs, and other miscellaneous organs. He is just a living mud, but he still sighs at this moment:

"has anyone ever told you that your family are too serious? Is it so serious?"

"Let's call it a day. You asked me to come here and say there's important news. I'm here. I can report now." Damian approached the glass window and looked down at the brightly lit city below. Under the neon lights, everything seemed like a mirage, not clear.

Mud face knows that Damian is not fun at all. He doesn't look like a child at all. Batman's distorted education method just produces another bat.

But who can handle Batman's family affairs? You know, Superman and Batman have talked about children's education. Batman doesn't seem to care what Damian looks like at all, or that's what he wants now.

"Well, to be honest, about half an hour ago, the wolf came to see me. After we had a few strokes, he retreated and left a message. I thought it was very strange and informed you."

"What's the news?" Damian watched the raindrops form a stream and flow through the glass. The trace twisted like a living transparent snake.

Mud face took a deep breath: "he said the clown invited me to go to the deepest part of Gotham sewer, and take part in a crazy prone body."

"False, impossible." Damian did not look back. His palm held the window and felt the cold: "the clown is dead. I saw his body in the cold storage of bat cave, with a big hole in his chest. Unless the body you are going to join has hired a psychic medium and intends to play a game of pen Immortals or a board to summon his soul."

"Are you telling a cold joke? Did you learn from the death knell Mud face of the yellow mud face showed a strange expression, that pair of green luminous eyes is showing a puzzled look.

Damian frowned and turned. "I want to be like who's my freedom, and you go on with the business."

The mud face was no longer tangled. As Damian said, it was his private affair, so the bloody mouth opened again: "I've seen the body of the clown, but you know the wolf, he's a mercenary, and if no one pays, he won't go around looking for someone."

"You mean he's looking for more than you?" Damian found out the mystery.

Mud face nods. He has no neck, but he can control the movement of facial features on the face to achieve a visual nodding effect: "yes, there is a list. The wolf told me personally that it is the clown who wants to invite more than ten old friends. He has helped to invite 89 of them.""Who are they?" Robin asked again, and he began to think under his chin. Something was wrong.

"I don't know. Although the wolf is careless and rude, and his hands are faster than his brain, he is still a mercenary and has a sense of confidentiality of mission information." "But I pulled my neck as long as I could, and I saw three names: Black Adam, Madame Siva, and soul pirate... No matter who is calling these people together, it's no fun."

"You don't have a neck. You're an extension of your torso." Damian coldly said the cruel reality, then shook his head: "can it be the clown's daughter? The madwoman finally disappeared deep in the sewer, and the last time she appeared was accompanied by rumors of the clown's death

A flash of lightning outside the window, the light left a shadow on the retina, the crackling big drops of rain hit the glass, not to mention the warm room, there was a short silence.

"I thought she was killed in the fight with Batman. Nobody knows what's next in the deepest abyss. Generally, it's a bottomless cliff by default." Mud face scratched his head. He had a good relationship with killer crocodile, but the guy who lived in the sewer didn't know what was in the deepest part.

The walls around the abyss were smooth as mirrors, and there was no bottom under it. It was the kind of place that you could never go back to when you went down.

"But now the organizers obviously know that we can't deal with a single Siva. We have to contact orphans to come back from Hong Kong." Damian frowned with a headache. He felt the limitation of his power: "no matter whether someone uses the clown's name to do something, we must destroy this villain party, but why does the other party invite you? No one on Gotham's road does not know that you have abandoned the secret. "

Mud face wriggled and he looked out of the window.

"I don't know. Maybe it's the organizers who deliberately want to pass this message to the bat family? I can get in with a bug and a camera, but I'm not sure if there's a signal deep down the drain

Damian didn't answer immediately. He needed to think about it carefully, because if the mud face's guess was right, then the mysterious organizer's playing method was somewhat advanced, which made him smell a little unusual.

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