Chapter 165 Batman treats the Joker like a dog, it's bad

Chapter 165 Batman treats the Joker like a dog, it's bad

"Oh my god!!! Deathstroke!!!"

Nightwing looked like he had seen Deathstroke.

Deathstroke also looked like he had seen Nightwing. He didn't say a word and just took out the knife from his back.

Clang!

The two didn't waste any time. Nightwing took out his double sticks and rushed forward, using his fierce moves to attack Deathstroke.

The cold-blooded killer also swung his double knives. In a flash, the two fought like a revolving lantern.

"Oh no, why are there other people in the Batcave?" While fighting with Deathstroke, Nightwing glanced at the scene and noticed that in addition to Deathstroke, there were actually quite a few people sitting there.

God, just the ones he knew:

Mr. Freeze, Penguin, Two-Face, Poison Ivy, Harley Quinn...

Clang!

The sharp slash from Deathstroke instantly broke through the defense network formed by his double sticks and chopped him off fiercely.

This heavy blow forced him to refocus more of his attention on the battle in front of him, and he dared not be distracted in the process of fighting with Deathstroke, but he still couldn't stop his brain from wandering:

"How could so many dangerous characters gather here?"

Big beads of sweat flowed from Nightwing's forehead: "This is the Batcave, but it was conquered by the villains?"

"Where is Batman, where is Alfred, and..."

"Where is the third generation Robin, Tim Drake?"

"Not good..."

Nightwing knew that it was almost tantamount to suicide to be distracted in the fierce battle, especially when facing Deathstroke. But he just couldn't control himself and kept...

"Ah!"

Nightwing screamed, and this time he failed to catch Deathstroke's knife, and the blade scratched a small cut on his face. Batman's inhumane training saved his life, allowing him to block it with a stick at the last critical moment, so that his jawbone and throat were not cut open together.

But Deathstroke did not pursue the victory.

"You just sit there and watch me fight with others?" He heard the voice of the bell: "I thought you would maintain the entire venue and not allow fighting, just as you claimed." He heard the bell say: "You should all see clearly that he attacked me first." Once the other party spoke, the breath he had held before was released, and his movements suddenly slowed down by three points. With this, Nightwing finally got a chance to breathe. He swung away the double swords of the bell with a stick, turned over several times in a row, and left the battle. He half-lying on the ground, gasping for breath. At this time, he strangely realized that the bell did not seem to have the idea of ​​killing him here. Obviously, his teammates were not around at the moment, and the other party could take this good opportunity to kill him, but he did not do so. Instead, he was worried about something. Is it the so-called rule that you can't fight here? When did the bell abide by the rules so much? Nightwing's mind is still very fast. Although he is not Robin, who is famous for his detective skills, this most basic reasoning quality is not absent. "Your rule is to hold a villain party in the Batcave?"

He said, "Another evil plan against Batman?"

No one responded, and he said to himself, "I came to the Batcave because I received a message from Batman that he needed my help. From now on, this is a complete trap."

Although he said that this group of villains deliberately sent him messages to induce him to be captured, Nightwing actually knew that it was not the case at all.

It's not like he just received a call from Batman from a public telephone booth and confirmed that the other party was Batman.

The Bat Family has a very detailed identity verification procedure, and it changes all the year round. The possibility of being cracked is very small. Therefore, Nightwing is very clear that it was Batman who sent him a message, and the other party asked him to go to the Batcave branch base in Gotham, and the address was exactly the same.

As for why he found a nest of villains when he arrived at the place, this must be a situation that he didn't know at all.

His eyes swept across the cheeks of those villains one by one, and his heart became heavier and heavier.

Live wire. He knew that woman who drained the power of the entire Las Vegas a few months ago.

Killer Croc, old friend.

A heavy bomb, this guy's brute force is memorable.

And the most dangerous guy...

Nightwing's eyes slid to the corner, where a man in a diving suit and armor was sitting with his arms folded.

He was burly, and even the heavy metal armor could not cover his bulging muscles with unparalleled streamlined beauty; what was more eye-catching was his helmet.

It was a very unique and highly recognizable appearance. Nightwing knew that only a heavyweight figure would have such a terrible appearance.

Two tubes extended from his back to his head, connected to the helmet that looked like a pure black shark skull. Then, as the jagged shark fin structure on the upper part of the helmet came into view, the two huge red "eyes" on his helmet, like a fly's head, also looked at Nightwing at that moment. Nightwing knew that there could be a surging red laser like a tsunami at any time.

It was Black Manta!

Would a lone ranger like him actually appear in such a gathering of villains? !

Nightwing gritted his teeth, stood up staggeringly, and said, "What exactly is your conspiracy?"

His heart was cold.

Robin's instinct surged in his DNA, and he deliberately shook his legs, pretending to be a strong sense of fear. He was good at this kind of acting. Every Robin was taught by Batman and mastered all the skills that could be used.

Nightwing knew that it was impossible for him to win against so many villains alone.

So in just a few seconds, he set himself the goal of the next action:

He wanted to find out what these villains were going to do in Batman's lair, and then find ways to save his life.

He tried his best to grasp the right tone and posture. Nightwing never felt that his acting skills had reached such a peak: "What do you want to do to me and Batman?"

This was his plan to survive: become a captive.

That's right, with just one word "we", he deliberately showed his close relationship with Batman in front of these villains, trying to manipulate their minds. No matter what they wanted to do to Batman, no one would give up him, the hostage who came to them.

As long as he survives and is not killed on the spot by these villains, it will be a great victory for Nightwing!

Then...

Uh...

Then Nightwing saw the villains looking at each other in bewilderment.

"How could we possibly attack Batman? What are you talking about? I like Batman so much."

The words that came out of Harley Quinn's mouth made Nightwing's brain crash for a moment.

He heard Harley Quinn shout: "Thanks to the old Bat, I have had so much fun in the best dance hall in Metropolis these months that even my calves have cramped. If I see him, I must thank him very much."

"Yes, yes," Harley Quinn's words caused Death Shooter to nod repeatedly:

"Batman has helped me a lot. I must thank him very much when I see him!"

Nightwing's heart sank to the bottom in an instant.

It's bad.

These people probably hate Batman to the bone, and when they are weird, they actually have bright smiles on their faces. Nightwing has heard of people laughing in anger, but this is the first time he has seen someone with such a murderous intent with a smile on his face.

What happened? Batman actually attracted the hatred of so many villains?

Nightwing felt that all the blood in his body poured directly into his head, making him slightly dizzy.

"Hey, Nightwing!"

But at this moment, he suddenly heard Batman's voice.

He turned his head and saw Batman standing behind him.

"Old man! When did you..."

In the extremely tense moment, Nightwing didn't even know whether the other party was real or fake. He quickly retreated and approached the other party: "You shouldn't be here alone..."

Before Nightwing finished speaking, he immediately realized that the other party couldn't be the real Batman, but it was too late. The so-called Batman in front of him suddenly exploded into a large ball of mud, and tied Nightwing tightly.

"Mudface, you..."

"Wrong! Wrong!" But he heard the other party actually began to deny loudly: "Not Mudface!"

"I am-"

"Batman's favorite Robin-"

"Pinch!"

Nightwing stopped struggling and stared at him in a daze, suddenly feeling a sense of collapse of his worldview.

Mudface left circles of mud on his body to bind him, and then turned into his original form beside Nightwing.

He was wearing a Robin uniform, holding his head high, and then...

Uh, sticking out his butt.

Swish!

The two buttocks that were swollen like balloons fluttered in the wind, blinding Nightwing's eyes.

? ? ?

"I am not only the greatest Robin in history, but also the Robin with the biggest butt in history, pinch! Low-level Robins like you should have retired long ago!"

Nightwing opened his mouth, and he was a little incoherent.

Everything in front of him was absurd and unreal.

"How is this possible? What on earth is this... You, huh?!"

He was a smart enough Robin and a qualified detective. Although the madness that Mudface had just thrown at him was completely a stab in his heart, it also revealed a lot of information that he had not known before. He vaguely guessed the truth, but this truth made him dare not believe it at all.

A large group of villains gathered up, whispering to each other, only the most important ones, such as Black Manta and Deathstroke, and Poison Ivy.

They seemed not interested in him, but went back to find a table to sit down and continue waiting.

Deathstroke even looked back at Nightwing when he put away his knife and left.

The look of looking at a brat and an idiot made Nightwing's nameless fire immediately rush from the soles of his feet to his head, but such fire came and went quickly. Nightwing knew very well that this emotion would not help the current situation at all.

"What should we do with him?"

He heard the bombshell say: "Wait, I seem to know him."

"Oh, isn't it Batman's first Robin? I know." Harley said nonchalantly.

"I used to be with him..."

Nightwing realized what she was going to say in an instant.

"Shut up!"

This triggered Harley's rebellious psychology, and she shouted at the top of her voice:

"...slept with him!"

"Ah..."

Livewire fanned his nose in disgust as if he smelled something: "You actually slept with Robin, you are not clean."

"Huh?"

Livewire said: "Robin is the most annoying thing, like a little brat who has not grown up. I will starve to death or die outside, and I will never have any intersection with Batman's little assistant Robin!"

She said to Harley in a somewhat competitive manner: "After all, having an intersection with Robin is equivalent to pulling us down to the same level as Robin. We are serious villains!"

Red Hood Jason Todd was silent beside him.

He stretched out a hand and gently pinched Livewire's shoulder.

Livewire was talking excitedly and ignored him at all, so Jason could only use more force.

"What's wrong, dear?"

Jason didn't know how to spit, so he could only bury his face under the mask and make a muffled voice: "Stop talking."

Nightwing took a deep breath at this time.

"Batman summoned you here. Is Batman now working with the villains?"

The villains looked at each other.

Nightwing also got his answer on their faces, which made him look ugly. Combined with the information about Brainiac provided by Batman in the message to him, he easily deduced the cause and effect.

He cursed: "Batman is crazy!"

Knowing that these villains cooperated with Batman, he no longer worried that the other party would kill him. Dick simply let himself go: "Wasn't it him who repeatedly emphasized the bottom line and code of conduct to me before? Now the old man is taking the lead in cooperating with the villains?!"

The facts in front of him made him dizzy and he started to speak without thinking. He was really angry to the point of losing his mind. Of course, these things were not important:

"I slept with the villain, so he locked me up for three weeks and deducted my pocket money of five dollars a week. I listened to his preaching for three months that I couldn't have any contact with the villains."

Harley Quinn showed a gossipy expression: "Tell me in detail."

Nightwing spread his hands on the ground:

"Originally, he said that the cat was no longer a villain and had turned over a new leaf. This can be said a little bit."

"But what is going on in front of me?"

"Not only did he cooperate with the villains, but he also..."

"What happened?"

At this time, Nightwing heard a voice, a voice that he was very familiar with. This made him pause in his endless chatter. Then the next second, more anger burst out from his mind.

Two white gas shot out from his ears.

"Okay, Batman, you actually..."

But the next second, Nightwing's questioning immediately stopped, because he saw Batman——

and the dog chain in his hand.

Fuck, what's going on? !

The other party was holding a person, a living person, and he dragged the other party on the ground like a dog.

Nightwing looked closely.

This person... Damn, this person is actually the Joker! ! ! ! ! !

Then his eyes moved up and saw the sunny and cheerful smile on Batman's face.

"Ah!!!"

The first generation Robin jumped up with a fright, he screamed, and then fell headfirst to the ground.

Everyone! I went out to trade py and came back (covering my butt briskly)

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