Chapter 1636

"I've heard of you." Red Robin spoke first, looking at Spider-Man and saying: "……All good reputations. You've done quite a few good things in Cat Getan these past few days and caused quite a stir. Almost everyone in Cat Getan knows that Batman has acquired a somewhat noisy new assistant."

"Uh, do I have such a big reputation?" Spider-Man reached out and scratched his head.

"Why are you still standing there? Why don't you come over and sit down?" Red Robin's gaze fell on the sofa.

Spider-Man, who was standing behind the sofa, took another small step back silently. He swallowed his saliva, looked at Red Robin, and said: "You might not believe this, but I have a danger warning function, and right now, its volume has reached its highest peak since I came to this strange city."

"Do you think I'm dangerous?"

"I don't want to be so impolite, but may I ask who in your city isn't dangerous?"

"You are too far beyond my expectations." Red Robin shook his head, seemingly a bit disappointed.

When this young man, who looked just like Spider-Man's ordinary classmate, raised his eyes again, the cold, bone-chilling aggressiveness in his eyes made Spider-Man's hair stand on end.

The sky-breaking warning volume of his spider-sense made Spider-Man instantly roll and hide behind a stool on one side of the table, and two shiny darts were embedded in the floor where he had been standing.

"I thought I would see a young version of Batman." Red Robin stood in front of the sofa, expressionless, and said: "Given that he loves you so much and thinks you might be the perfect natural Robin, my guess isn't too far off, right?"

"I……"

"It's clear he likes you very much." Red Robin's gaze swept over Spider-Man's uniform, and that gaze made Spider-Man shiver from head to toe.

"Wait a minute, listen to my explanation, that……"

"He has never given such an evaluation to any member of the Bat-family." Red Robin looked into Spider-Man's eyes and said: "In the past ten years, he hasn't been able to pick out any perfect successor from among us, even though we were close to him, learned from him, and wanted to become him more than anything."

Spider-Man, standing in place, dropped his hands. He believed he heard sadness and disappointment in Red Robin's tone. He was someone who was very good at blaming himself for all mistakes, so at this moment he could only say: "I'm very sorry, I really…… I'm sorry, perhaps I shouldn't have accepted this uniform."

"This has nothing to do with the uniform. Batman shouldn't have trusted someone who only appeared in front of him for a few days at all. It's even more impossible for him to bring such a person back to the Batcave directly, and the most impossible thing is that he let you wander around in his Cat Getan, creating such a big reputation, while we who once did so were all asked to get out."

"Perhaps he just……" Spider-Man took a deep breath and then said: "Listen, I absolutely have no intention of destroying the relationship between you. I just wanted to help him because I think he is a hero, and a hero shouldn't be alone."

Red Robin lowered his eyelids, pursed his lips, and then said: "I only hope your companionship can really satisfy him."

Spider-Man dropped his shoulders. He couldn't even reply to this sentence full of sadness, and completely forgot his original intention of coming here to question them. He just stepped forward and spread his hands, saying.

"He is like your father, strict with you. Perhaps he just doesn't know how to express it, and isn't dissatisfied with you as you think. My appearance here is just a coincidence. Believe it or not, I have to go back to my own home eventually."

"Do you want me to praise you for your behavior of abandoning him one day?"

Spider-Man dropped his arms again, sighed helplessly, and then looked at Red Robin's retreating back, saying: "If my appearance hurt your feelings, I am deeply sorry. Perhaps I can't fully understand the relationship between you, but I just tried my best to do what I could."

After speaking, he stepped back a few steps, reached out behind him, and fired a strand of spider-silk at the wall of the building opposite.

After Spider-Man left, Batman watched the scene inside the house, looking at Red Robin standing by the sofa with his head down in silence and the low atmosphere permeating the room. He couldn't ask a single word about the current situation in Cat Getan.

Just as Red Robin said, he had never given an accurate answer to anyone in the Bat-family, so he knew better than anyone else that the sentence "You will become Batman in the future" was not a blessing at all, but a curse. It was the most vicious curse in the world. No father could curse his children like this.

Perhaps this group of naive birds also understood that there was no benefit in becoming Batman, but they were just willing to throw themselves into the fire for this bit of love and recognition, to bear the disaster that the reward could not balance at all.

Batman respected this simple heart of rushing forward like a god, but never responded. In the end, that black cape disappeared into Cat Getan's equally dark night, silent as usual.

And when Batman and Spider-Man both left full of worries, Red Robin, who was standing in place and feeling sad, rolled his eyes, and then with agile steps completely different from his previous slow and low movements, rushed to the phone and called the other side.

"Success, I fooled those two guys who came to question us! And they won't come to find trouble with us in the short term. The method of counter-attacking that Pathological mentioned is really easy to use."

"……Okay, I know. You guys be careful over there, Penguin will reply to my message tomorrow."

Red Hood hung up the phone. Nightwing turned to look at him and asked: "How is it? Can he handle Batman?"

"Don't worry, even if I don't believe Tim, I believe Schiller. Before we came back, Tim pestered Professor Schiller and insisted on seeing his pathological traits. Do you think they could talk about anything good?"

But Nightwing frowned and said: "No matter what lies Tim told, Batman shouldn't be so easily fooled, right?"

Red Hood glanced at him and said: "The most deceptive lie in this world is the truth…… This is what Schiller said."

After speaking, the two of them put their gazes back to their feet. At this time, they were squatting on the side terrace of the roof of a mansion in Uptown, watching the lively scene in the ballroom downstairs, both of their eyes focused on one of the figures.

The man was tall, wearing a lead-gray linen suit, and his wine-red paisley tie was tied in a Windsor knot. The whole person was in the authentic Ivy League style, holding an elderly lady and dancing in the ballroom.

"Lincoln March." Nightwing said his name. He learned from Batman to narrow his eyes and stare at March's figure, saying: "Even two Tims working together couldn't find out the specific source of the funds he used to participate in the election. He definitely has a problem."

"We should find out more clearly why he is so interested in Bruce Wei En. Could it be that his last name is also Drake?" Red Hood crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes, saying.

Nightwing rolled his eyes slightly and said: "Then does that mean if he goes to a Wei En factory to change a tire one day, he will also have the last name Todd with you?"

Red Hood just opened his mouth to argue with Nightwing, but Nightwing pushed him and pointed at the scene inside the window, saying: "Look quickly, look at that waiter, yes, the one who is handing March a drink right now."

"He has something in his hand." Red Hood frowned and said.

The two figures disappeared from the terrace in almost an instant. About ten minutes later, Red Hood dragged the waiter he had choked unconscious to the door, and Nightwing started searching him.

This kind of work was professional for Robin. Not long after, Nightwing discovered something wrong with this waiter.

"His teeth are too neat, there are no signs of wear on his fingers, and more importantly, there are no traces left on his feet from standing for a long time or walking a lot. He doesn't look like a service person."

"He handed March a note. I guess it shouldn't be to pass any important news, so it's very likely to be to let March go to a certain place to meet up."

Red Hood let go of the waiter and stared at his slightly immature face, saying: "The cannon fodder used to pass messages are all such specially trained strong young men. The people behind March are definitely not any ordinary business group. Either they are involved in gangs, or they are involved in politics, or worse, both."

"We must keep an eye on March." Nightwing also stood up, looked down at the waiter lying on the ground, and said: "Besides not letting him win the election, we must dig out the secrets behind him."

"I guess there is a very shocking secret behind him." Red Hood took out the gun from his waist, turned off the safety, loaded the bullet, and then said: "I hope my marksmanship hasn't regressed. Let's go."

Cat Getan's early morning was gun-gray with a damp breath. A man in a black trench coat got off a taxi, walked to the nearest coffee shop to buy a cup of coffee, and then came to the corner of the street and leaned against the wall on one side. Beside him was an alley that stretched into the unknown darkness.

When the elite person in a suit and leather shoes walked quickly past the street, he didn't notice this inconspicuous figure in the alley. Lincoln March, dressed neatly and carrying a briefcase, walked all the way to the end of the street and knocked on the door of a mansion there that had a slightly primitive atmosphere.

The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. Just when the man in the trench coat holding a coffee cup wanted to walk quickly out of the alley, two figures jumped down from the roof and blocked his way.

"John Constantine, why did you come to Cat Getan?"

Red Hood walked up first and blocked Constantine's only way out of the alley. Constantine just made a turning movement, and Nightwing walked over from behind.

Seeing that he couldn't get away, Constantine sighed, reached out and took the hat off his head, looked at Red Hood in front of him with those slightly tired eyes, and said: "Fine, kids, is it that if I bring you some candy this time, you can let me off the hook and don't go tell Batman that I came to Cat Getan again?"

"What do you take us for? Sparrows that like to tattle?" Red Hood crossed his arms and said: "Hurry up and say it, what are you here for? Otherwise, you don't need Batman to beat you up, I'll punch you right now!"

Constantine was also used to their rude attitude. He sighed deeply and said: "You definitely won't believe me if I say I have serious business, but I'm really not here for tourism. I really have business. Don't stop me. I'll go explain to Batman later."

Red Hood narrowed his eyes, turned his head to look in the direction Lincoln March disappeared, walked two steps closer, used his burly figure to force Constantine to have to retreat, and then he asked.

"You should tell me the truth, Constantine. Are you here for Lincoln March?"

Constantine, forced by Red Hood's sudden fierce momentum, blurted out: "How did you……"

Red Hood revealed a successful smile and then whispered: "Tim was right for once. Imitating Schiller's pathology is really quite useful."