The talkative raven in the world of American comics

Chapter 144 The Sky Turns Gray

Q: After you defeated Batman for the first time, and then encountered him again at some point later, what do you think your chances of winning against him would be?

The win rate may not be an exaggerated myth of zero percent, but at least Batman has the advantage.

You know, Batman is a tactical mastermind.

If you cause him trouble on your first meeting, he will remember it and come up with a whole bunch of ways to retaliate against you.

No one knows how he did it, and even if they did, they would be speechless by his words.

Because I am Batman.

Yes, yes, he is Batman.

Red Hood suddenly felt that the bottle of strong liquor that Oz had given him should be given to the old man to drink.

Or rather, the old man actually drinks this wine every day.

When it comes to beating up family and friends, Batman seems to be much more ruthless!

Despite having learned many techniques for killing, he never considered killing this guy.

The problem is...

Why does Red Hood feel like this old man is punching him with all his might?!

"I still know you are my father," so I would subconsciously stop!

And you?!

"Now that you know I'm your son, you've become even more ruthless, haven't you?!"

Red Hood grabbed the edge of the eaves with one hand, used his waist to propel himself up, and jumped onto a rooftop.

Then, in the next second, a bat-like figure followed closely behind and pounced on the red-hooded figure.

"Couldn't you have gone a little easier!?"

It felt like the old man was going to strangle his neck. Red Hood pulled out the steel military knife hidden at his waist and threw it forcefully.

The saber, with its sharp strike, pinned Batman's cape to the ground.

Batman's cape was suddenly tugged, causing him to lose his rhythm for a brief moment.

"Sorry, old man, this might hurt a little!"

Red Hood swung his elbow and slammed it hard into Bat's chin.

Then, using the power of his toes, he did a backflip on the spot, during which he also kicked Batman in the chest, causing him to fall backward.

Ding!

As soon as Red Hood landed, he used his big red date head to deliver a massive headbutt.

He actually deflected the batarangs that were attacking him!

Immediately afterwards, another sound of fabric being torn rang out from above the rooftop.

It was Batman who broke free of the cape that restrained him with his saber.

And it rushed toward him like a ghost!

Without hesitation, Red Hood turned and ran!

"You're hopeless, Bruce!!!!"

"I'm stopping you."

The smooth, shiny red helmet was marked with several striking sharp marks from the batarangs, which also reflected the image of Batman's figure approaching.

"We both know there are many ways to stop it, but you chose your favorite one!"

Red-Haired Man leaped from the edge of the rooftop, about to land on the rooftop of another building.

But in the next second, her legs suddenly came together.

Red Hood glanced down and let out a helpless sigh: "Oh God, this is going to hurt a lot!"

Batman grabbed him mid-air, and Red Hood stopped in mid-air before suddenly falling.

Fortunately, his bat father was still worried about him and gripped the rope tightly the moment it was pulled from his palm.

Batman stood on the edge of the rooftop, looking down at the red hood that he was hanging from.

"It's all over, Jason. I can help you."

Red Hood leaned back slightly. "Really? I noticed you didn't hold back at all when you hit me?"

He held the hood with both hands and gently removed it, and Jason took the hood off.

His young and handsome face was revealed.

This was the first time Batman had seen Jason's face since Jason's death.

Jason tossed his mask aside, and Batman caught it mid-air.

"Do you know why I wear this thing?"

Batman held the red helmet with one hand and gripped the rope with the other, pulling Jason's body along.

Batman couldn't possibly be unaware of why Jason was wearing that big red date head.

He was about to say something when he noticed that the pupils of his helmet, which had been dark, suddenly lit up.

Didi—

Without even thinking, Batman grabbed the helmet and threw it into the air!

The helmet exploded the next second, creating a small mushroom cloud in the air.

Boom—

At the same time, a strong electric current surged through his hand gripping the rope, causing him to briefly lose his grip.

The rope slipped through his palm.

Jason thus escaped his control.

Seeing this, Batman suppressed the pain from the electric current and quickly looked down.

Jason landed smoothly, just like a professional athlete.

He looked up and met his own gaze, then smiled and said, "Always be skeptical of other people's kindness, even mine, old man."

After saying that, Jason turned and ran towards a door not far away in the alley.

With a powerful slam of his shoulder, the door shattered as if it were made of paper.

Batman stood still for a second or two.

In those one or two seconds, he thought of many things.

He stuffed a bomb into his helmet.

He couldn't say who Jason learned that trick from...

But this is a high-risk, high-reward approach...

I did learn a few things from him.

And that sentence...

Batman believes he once said... that it shouldn't have anything to do with Deathstroke.

With that thought in mind, Batman jumped down into the alley below, his gaze landing on the door Jason had escaped through.

Step by step, everything seemed to be within Jason's calculations.

This child is truly talented.

Really.

In theory, Nightwing believed that as long as he stayed inside the Batmobile, he could completely ignore Deathstroke's attacks.

After all, this expensive steel behemoth could help him withstand most attacks, perfectly demonstrating the power of money.

Unfortunately, this is just theory.

Although that may be true, as you know, accidents happen all the time.

For example, right now.

He was inexplicably kicked out of the Batmobile.

Then a crow flew inside.

During this time, it was also rambling incoherently, asking why it wasn't a bat-shaped fighter jet, otherwise its behavior would be called "a crow flying a plane"!

Well, Nightwing has seen supernatural powers before.

Moreover, he felt that Jason's current state was definitely related to this crow!

The thought had just flashed through my mind.

Snapped!

Nightwing turned around and glared angrily at the raven that had poked its head out of the Batmobile!

"Can you please stop spanking me?!"

"Fight! Fight! Fight!" Crow stuck out its tongue.

A few whooshing sounds!

Nightwing leaped decisively, his movements as graceful as a circus trapeze artist, easily dodging the several blades thrown by Deathstroke.

Ding Ding Ding!

The sharp blade plunged directly into the ground, its tip still trembling.

"Slade! What are you doing in Gotham?!"

Nightwing took out two short sticks from his back, and then got slapped on the buttocks again the next second.

After glaring fiercely at the crow, Deathstroke strode forward!

The short stick and the long sword clashed violently, sparks flying, and the two men stared intently at each other.

"My apprentice spent millions to ask me for a favor, so I just did it as a favor," Deathstroke said.

"Apprentice?!" Nightwing asked in confusion.

The two quickly separated, and Nightwing deftly did a backflip to dodge the opponent's longsword attack that almost sliced through the air.

Deathstroke twirled his sword. "Of course, the goal is just to hold you off for a few minutes, so these few million are a piece of cake."

Nightwing remained silent, then turned to look at the raven that had somehow appeared on his shoulder.

"Get down here right now!"

"It won't go down!"

"Get down!"

"It won't go down!"

Oz suddenly cupped Nightwing's head in his hands: "I'll tell you a little secret..."

As she spoke, Ya Ya leaned her head closer.

Nightwing wanted to get away, but found that this dead bird was really strange!

I couldn't move my head at all, so I just let it chatter on.

A moment later, the crow spread its wings, looking smug: "How about it? Isn't this superpower useful?"

"Useless my ass!"

Nightwing's clean face instantly turned red with rage!

The dead bird told him:

From now on, his butt can stretch and expand at will, saying that this ability is just like Mr. Fantastic next door, and is especially suitable for him!

What the hell does he need that crappy superpower for?!

And what the heck is Mr. Fantastic?!

In his anger, Nightwing noticed that Deathstroke was charging at him again.

In an instant, he suddenly realized that his buttocks were moving!

duang!

It's like someone using all their strength to blow a breath into a deflated balloon.

The balloon inflated in an instant, and with a loud bang, Deathstroke was sent flying by a... butt!

"!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Then the bouncy buttocks shrank back in.

Nightwing's delicate face had no other colors on it, only a bright red face, and there seemed to be a chance that smoke would come out.

"What the #@&*？ ??"

Deathstroke rubbed his helmet, looking at Nightwing in disbelief.

If he wasn't mistaken.

Did Nightwing's butt swell up in an instant?

Look again.

Nightwing was already jumping around in a panic, angrily yelling at the crow in mid-air who was cackling loudly, "Take back this ability right now!!!"

"Gaa gaa gaa, magical Nightwing!"

"Get down here!!!"

"Come up here!!!"

Nightwing bounced off the ground with a thud and immediately took flight.

Ya Ya was astonished: "How did you grasp it so quickly!?"

Nightwing grabbed Crow by the neck and said viciously, "Take it back right now, or I'll strangle you!"

"No way! Crows are the same kind of creature as you!"

"Ghosts are your kind! Take back this superpower!!!"

Crow was shaken so much by Nightwing's hands that his tongue was sticking out. Then, he suddenly snapped to attention and pointed towards the distant sky!

"Look, there's a dinosaur!"

Do you think I'd believe that?!

"It really exists!!!"

A loud bang.

The Lizard Girl makes a dazzling appearance, carrying the third-generation Robin Tim Drake.

Nightwing and Raven's gazes met those of the lizard girl and Tim.

Nightwing slapped Oz, but ended up slapping himself in the butt.

"Killer Crocodile???"

As soon as he spoke, he saw two puffs of white vapor coming out of the green-skinned monster's nostrils.

"You dead bird!!!"

Nightwing turned to Oz. "Is it talking about you or me?"

"Of course it's me!!!"

Crow quickly broke free from Nightwing's grasp and ran wildly down the road with its toes pattering!

Upon seeing this, the lizard girl moved all four limbs and quickly gave chase!

"Dead bird, you stop right there!!!!!"

"It's not my fault, YaYa really wants you to get back on your feet!!!"

Nightwing and Tim, and Deathstroke hiding in the corner.

Upon seeing this scene, all three of them almost simultaneously had a question mark pop up above their heads.

Is this art style appropriate?

Is this still Gotham?

It was several blocks away.

Gotham is still the same Gotham.

The sky was a hazy gray, without a single extraneous color.

Batman and Jason, who were in this neighborhood, were of course unaware of these things.

Batman followed Jason's trail and arrived at a house.

Here, he saw a strange man whose mouth was covered with a white cloth and who was tied to a chair.

Jason stood behind him, holding a gun to the man's temple.

Upon seeing Batman, the stranger began to struggle and whimper, throwing a pleading look at the urban legend.

Save your eyes.

"Stop, Jason, you're already in too deep."

"I'm not involved! I know exactly what I'm doing!"

Jason removed the white cloth from the man's mouth, then pressed the gun hard against his temple.

"Tell this Dark Knight what you've done!"

"I didn't do anything... Waaaaaah... Help me, Batman!"

"Incorrect answer."

Jason immediately fired a shot into the man's foot.

boom!

The bullet pierced and shattered his toes instantly, and the man screamed in agony!

"Help me, Batman!!!!!!!!!"

Jason.

Batman's voice was icy cold as he stared intently at the unfamiliar yet familiar second Robin.

Jason leaned down and whispered in the man's ear, "If you don't tell me what you did, I assure you, this time the bullet will go straight to your brain."

...I said!!!

Snot and tears flowed out at the same time.

The man, head bowed and trembling, said, "I was really drunk... I swear, I'll never go near the school again! I didn't mean to hurt that girl!!!"

Batman's body was completely covered by the cape, inside of Jason's sight.

He quietly took out a batarang and held it between his fingers.

"Jason, I know what you're thinking. Hand him over to the police," Batman said.

"Don't even try to throw that batarang. I can pull the trigger faster than you can raise your hand," Jason replied.

"Aren't you going to say anything?" Jason tilted his head, his eyes full of doubt.

"You've gone astray, Jason."

Batman stood still, his white glasses silently gazing at his second Robin, as if he were seeing him for the first time.

But he knew perfectly well what Jason wanted to prove to him.

To prove the necessity of that bottom line.

"So you think this person can still be saved, right?"

Jason kept the gun pressed firmly against the scumbag's temple, as if he would fire the fatal shot at any moment.

Batman stared intently at Jason's finger on the trigger, then said, "Not everything can be solved with a gun."

"I know, that's why I brought two guns."

After saying that, Jason threw the pistol he was holding to Batman, who caught it.

Then Jason took a new pistol from his waist.

He could already feel the change in his state of mind.

The calm sea began to churn, and the ships anchored on it rocked violently.

"I bet you're blaming yourself for not being able to save me back then."

"Let me tell you, that's never been what I care about."

"I can spare that scumbag's life."

The extremely taut nerves snapped inch by inch, with a popping sound, as most of the nerves broke off along with them.

But the sea of emotions churned even more violently within me.

He punched the man in the back of the head, knocking him unconscious on the spot.

Then grab the armrest of the chair, toss it aside with a light toss, and fling the guy away.

Then, he stomped hard on the floor, revealing a large gash.

Inside the opening, a green-haired man with a blood-stained face had his eyes shining and was excitedly shouting.

"I know I'll never be as good as Dick, I'll always just be his substitute!"

"Even if you find a new Robin after I die, I won't care!"

"But the only thing I can't understand is '7'."

Jason yanked the Joker up in front of him, his voice cold and angry: "Other scum might have a chance to be saved, but what about him!?"

"He crippled Barbara, he killed me with his own hands, and hundreds of families have been hurt because of him! Even so, you still stubbornly believe he deserves to be saved?!!!!!"

The rag in the Joker's mouth restricted his speech, but after hearing Jason's words...

He was shaking with excitement, his eyes shining.

"Wa ...

Jason was annoyed by the Joker's voice, and his mind, which had been soothed by Rashomon, was now in even greater turmoil.

"Do you really think I'd hate you for failing to save me?!"

Jason tightened his grip on the Joker's neck, saying, "I'm telling you, I would never think that way!"

"If you had been beaten to a pulp by that damn bastard, what if he had killed you instead!"

"I only know how to do one thing."

"Pooh!"

The rag had been spat out by the clown at some point, and he immediately interrupted Jason, bursting into uncontrollable laughter. The wounds on his face tore open again because of his maniacal laughter, making his face even more ferocious.

"Haha ...

"Look, bat! Fate has brought the three of us back together! A super fun party, we're all together again!!!!"

Jason slammed a punch into the Joker's face, silencing him, and then delivered a sweeping kick, slamming the damn lunatic to the floor.

Then he stepped on the clown's face with his boot and twisted it.

"You better shut your mouth as much as possible, or I'll stomp on your trachea."

"You party troublemaker, you're getting no cake!"

The Joker grunted twice and actually shut his mouth, his eyes shining as he winked at Batman.

Jason swallowed back the angry words that had been interrupted by the Joker.

The impassioned tone instantly turned calm.

The sea, symbolizing one's state of mind, has returned to its original state, flowing quietly without wind or waves.

Only that ship.

It was long ago sunk to the bottom of the sea.