The third-generation Robin Tim sat in front of the Batcomputer in the Batcave, in the seat that originally belonged to Batman.
Nothing happened tonight. He had been checking the surveillance for three hours, which was uneventful.
He even did 1,700 push-ups in front of the computer out of boredom.
There is still some energy left.
This young, strong, and explosive body never seems to get tired. After years of training and constant practice, it is ready to face all challenges.
Damn, there is no challenge at all.
Tim is frustrated.jpg
He stared blankly at the surveillance video which seemed to have no changes at all, and his thoughts began to wander uncontrollably.
Ah~
Hiss—Is there a possibility that the Arkham villains suddenly form a group to attack the Batcave
Tim knew it was impossible, but that didn't stop him from imagining the scenario.
Many Arkham villains invaded in groups, Batman was surrounded and kicked, but the powerful third-generation Robin turned the tide!
He knocked down the Riddler with one punch and the Scarecrow with two punches. Mr. Freeze and the Firefly fled away. Killer Moth was so scared that he knelt down and begged for mercy. The human-faced bat was stepped on by him. He grabbed the pig-faced Doctor and slapped him left and right by his head. Both faces of Two-Face showed expressions of horror.
He knocked down the Clayface, a huge monster with only super powers, in no time. Then he turned around and kicked Dr. Phosphorus in the heart. After knocking down the Skeleton Man, he kicked his skull hard and then took out a bottle of solution and poured it on him.
Amidst the other party's screams with smoke coming out of his mouth, Alfred patted his shoulder with relief and gave him a loving hug. The bruised Batman took off his clothes and gave them to him, then said, "From now on, you will inherit the mantle of Batman!"
The fantasy scene was so beautiful that Tim couldn't help laughing, but he quickly came to his senses and looked around.
Fortunately, no one saw it.
He coughed lightly and sat up straight again. He, Tim, was the most reliable person in Gotham and would always stick to his responsibilities.
He patted his cheek.
Damn it, stop thinking about it.
How could something like Arkham villains invading the Batcave possibly happen
He shook his head. Although this was not the main base under Wayne Manor, it was one of Batman's largest sub-bases in Gotham City. Whether it was security or scale, it was definitely strong enough...
oh!
It was Batman and the others who were back. Tim noticed the access authentication submitted on the Batcomputer, he immediately opened it, then jumped directly over the huge mechanical dinosaur in the middle of the hall, ran to the entrance and opened the door.
So that Batman can see his face the first time he comes down the hallway—
!!!
With a loud bang.
Tim simply closed the door.
"Haha, haha, there really is something wrong with my eyes."
He leaned his back against the thick iron door and stayed still for two seconds. Then he started laughing so hard that he was out of breath.
"You're kidding. The fantasy scene is reflected in reality. What kind of joke is this?"
"Robin, open the door, what's going on?"
Batman's voice came from the other side of the door, and Tim took a deep breath.
"Okay, okay, okay, okay..."
He opened the door, and Mr. Freeze's big head wearing red glasses immediately appeared in front of him. He subconsciously threw a punch, and the next second he was hit by Mr. Freeze's cold finger.
"I hope you have some manners."
Tim groaned in pain and immediately retracted his hand. He flexed his fingers.
Mr. Freeze is a supernatural being with a body temperature of at least -100 degrees Celsius, meaning that if he actively releases cold energy, even the simplest contact can cause frostbite.
Tim's training allowed him to pull his fist back before it actually came into contact, but he was still bitten by the cold air.
Mr. Freeze ignored the dazed Tim, he walked past him and went straight in.
"this… "
"Warning, invasion detected--" The huge mechanical dinosaur just started to start up and then immediately shut down under Batman's control. Tim watched numbly as many Arkham villains filed into the Batcave, just like primary school students who came back from a spring outing and swarmed off the bus and returned to school.
Why can you guys come in so familiarly and sit on the sofa in the lounge area next to you? ?
Tim was almost confused by the attitude of these Arkham Asylum inmates, who were acting like they were back home.
He saw the flamingo and the scarecrow walking side by side hand in hand, and then lying straight on the sofa together, like two elegant salted fish, and they didn't even glance at him when they passed by.
Then the next second, Two-Face and Firefly sat on both of them, with Two-Face's butt directly pressing on Flamingo's hooked nose, and this professional killer who liked to wear pink had a dull expression on his face and didn't even hum.
Oh, Tim finally realized that something was wrong. He shouldn't have been so slow. He just didn't react for a moment - these guys didn't seem to have self-awareness.
Dr. Phosphorus, the burning skeleton, was the last one to come in. Tim saw Batman wave his hand and a cloud of black sand swirled around his skull.
"Dr. Phosphorus is special. The phosphorus burning all over his body will make all the chips ineffective, so I have to manually change his brain waves constantly - it's hard to imagine that he still has a brain to control after he has become like this."
Tim heard Batman say.
"Okay, Batman," Tim slapped his head with a headache, "I think I know how you do it."
Tim is not stupid, but rather quite smart, and he is the most talented detective in the Bat Family. Even though Chen Tao didn't tell him anything about his plan, he was able to quickly deduce most of the things after seeing the situation in front of him.
But this only made him angrier.
Our third generation Robin beat his chest and stamped his feet, feeling heartbroken: "I can't believe Batman, you betrayed me again..."
"…You deliberately didn't tell the plan to…"
“… How could this be possible!”
"… I'm your Robin, your Robin! You can't keep leaving…"
Tim kept on talking, and Batman looked away. Tim knew that was a sign of guilt.
"Look at me!"
“Tsk.”
Tim turned his head and saw Mr. Freeze pouring him a cup of coffee in a familiar manner. With a squeeze of his hand, the coffee froze into ice chips, which he then poured into his mouth and chewed.
"Make one for me too." Harley Quinn stood beside him and handed her coffee, and Mr. Freeze cooled it for her.
Killer Croc, Poison Ivy, and the Ventriloquist, the Arkham men who joined Batman at the very beginning and therefore remained conscious, were squatting nearby and watching with great interest.
"… "
Tim stopped talking sullenly.
Then he turned to look at the Clayface beside Batman, who was obviously also conscious: "What's going on with you, Basso?"
(Baso Carroll, the original name of the Clayface)
"I am not Basil Carroll," replied Clayface.
His huge body quickly shrank back, and soon a Robin uniform was transformed on his body.
"I'm Batman's favorite Robin!"
"?"