Chapter 2449: The Battle for the Cape (14)

"How dare he... how dare he?!!!" Robin King threw down his popcorn and roared, "How could this damn bumpkin possibly understand the subtlety of the traps I set? He doesn't understand them at all..."

But no matter how loudly he roared, it couldn't drown out Red Hood on the screen, who was utilizing his capacity for sarcasm to the fullest. Not only was he nimbly dodging one trap after another, but he kept on chattering, nitpicking, and mocking everything in sight.

It wasn't as if Robin King's traps weren't comprehensive: ground spikes, ceiling flamethrowers, hidden arrows in the walls, and all sorts of explosives that would send you flying the moment you stepped on them. Laser traps and fake doors were all part of his repertoire.

He wasn't using these traps to kill the fish he was luring; he just enjoyed watching the fish struggle and crash into the blades, bloodying themselves before appearing before Batman. That was the only way to achieve the best persuasive effect.

Logically speaking, these traps shouldn't have been able to stop the Arkham Knight in his prime. As Red Hood said, the Arkham Knight could fight Batman for an entire night; ordinary traps couldn't stop him. And this was exactly what Robin King was proud of regarding this plan. He had actually discovered long ago that the symbiotic organism Batman used to heal his wounds was not simple.

Originally, Robin King was just curious about where this seemingly endless self-healing ability came from. But as he researched it, he discovered a faint connection to somewhere in the outside world. It was by following this lead that Robin King tracked down the Arkham Knight and learned a part of his story with Batman by reading his memories.

Thus, Robin King deliberately kept creating wounds on Batman to stimulate the symbiote, and used the power of the Fifth-Dimensional Imp to interfere with the symbiote's mind, causing it to send a distress signal to the Arkham Knight at a critical moment.

Once the distress signal was sent, the Arkham Knight naturally fell into a state of mental chaos. In his prime, the Arkham Knight could handle these traps with ease, but with a chaotic mind, his blade would naturally slow down. If a truly panicked Arkham Knight ran here, he would undoubtedly suffer.

Unfortunately, it wasn't the Arkham Knight who came, but Red Hood, who had quite a few opinions about this story.

Ever since he heard the story of this universe's Batman and Arkham Knight, Red Hood had been harboring a fire in his heart.

He had to admit that there was indeed a time when the most special thing about him among all the Robins was his death, and his conversations with Batman always revolved around that.

However, later, after Schiller came to the main universe and Batman took Red Hood to see a psychiatrist, a series of events occurred. Schiller said one thing to Red Hood: "Your special significance to Batman will no longer be your death."

At first, Red Hood couldn't understand, but later he gradually discovered that his relationship with Batman had indeed undergone a subtle transformation. They started talking about the process of seeing a psychiatrist, about which books helped soothe their mental state, and even about mechanical construction and vehicle engineering.

They both knew that the tragedy had happened, but they also realized at the same time that they needed to let it pass.

This was very natural; the two parties hadn't even discussed it, not even mentioning it. Others who witnessed all this had no objections either; they felt it was normal, and some didn't even realize this change had occurred.

But in this universe, Red Hood had to admit that what the Arkham Knight encountered was worse, yet neither of them seemed to have any intention of letting the matter pass.

Not to mention Batman, Red Hood really couldn't understand why the Arkham Knight insisted on emphasizing this. In fact, for a long time, he had been trapped in such emotional relationships, as if every connection he built with others was because of that one death.

It was as if he was alive now because he had died back then. He was alive now facing everyone, but all anyone cared about was that one death.

Red Hood had once been deeply trapped in it, feeling painful, wanting to change but being powerless, and then one day he was saved.

But now it seemed that the Arkham Knight of this universe was not only not troubled by this relationship, but even smugly prepared to maintain it forever, letting everyone look at him as if looking at a corpse that had come back to life, and talking to him as if talking to a grave.

Red Hood couldn't understand what kind of mindset this was at all. Moreover, he could clearly realize that the Arkham Knight was indulging in it. Not to mention the harm he caused himself, he didn't realize that demanding others to stare at his grave was also a drain and harm to others.

You can't just because you want to stay in the past, righteously drag everyone else to stay in the past, even if the one you're dragging is Batman.

If it were someone else, Red Hood might not be able to demand the other party to walk out of their psychological shadow like a moral kidnapping. But the Arkham Knight was another version of himself. If he acted so concerned, wouldn't others who saw him think that other counterparts were also very concerned?

This would cause a lot of trouble, Red Hood thought with a hint of anger. Just now, when the Robins of the Arkham universe were telling the story, the looks Nightwing and Red Robin gave him were a bit off. That look was similar to: "Are you sure you're as fine as you're acting?"

Still the same saying: when people think "No, you don't need to explain," there is basically no room for explanation. And when they put on an attitude of "I understand, I understand everything," it becomes a fact even if it isn't.

What does that guy's damn fragility have to do with me? Red Hood had been angry the whole way. Does a mentally fragile little wretch appearing in this universe mean I have to take the blame too? I spent a lot of effort to break free from this predicament, and one move has sent me back to square one, right?

Red Hood was already holding back anger, and then he was grabbed to clean up the mess for the Arkham Knight. The anger in his heart went without saying. He also grew up on the streets of Gotham and wasn't someone that a young master like Bruce Wei En, who grew up in an ivory tower, could scold.

Although Robin King was cruel, vicious, and didn't do human things, when it came to scolding people, ten of him stacked together couldn't compare to one street kid. It was the same principle as even if the Batman Who Laughs came, if you only let him insult a rapper verbally, he might not be able to win.

Red Hood became angrier the more he thought about it, and his insults became nastier. It couldn't be called executing a plan; it was all personal grievances.

It wasn't enough to just scold Robin King's traps and actions as childish; he started scolding the Joker, the culprit who caused this situation. And how could he not scold Batman while scolding the Joker? Along the way as he walked into the ruins of the Capitol, he scolded the ancestors of this group of people for eighteen generations.

Robin King had never seen this posture. He wasn't afraid of people scolding him, but if people kept scolding and stopped scolding him, wouldn't that be a bit disrespectful to him?

I set up so many traps for you, and you only scold me once in ten sentences, while the rest are all about the Joker and Batman. Am I worse than the Joker and Batman?

This could be considered stepping on Robin King's tail, because he had an unspeakable secret for coming here, which was also the reason why he wanted to get an answer from Batman so much now.

The existence that recruited him was a combination of the Joker and Batman. Previously, Robin King had a small friction with him, and Robin King started to have his own plans, so naturally, he wanted to figure out what was going on with this guy.

But this wasn't something that could be investigated, and Robin King didn't dare to ask directly, so he chose another path, looking for another combination of Batman and the Joker, and finally found Arkham Batman.

He had a secret, unspeakable thought: he felt he was no worse than the combination of Batman and the Joker, because he was a naturally evil Batman, unique in the universe. This time, he wanted to prove he was stronger than such a Batman, and he wanted to make such a Batman submit, to regain the ground he lost in the previous friction.

As a result, Red Hood had been scolding for a long time, and the focus was still on Batman and the Joker, as if he were just an insignificant lead-in to bring out this pair of rivals. Could Robin King endure this?

He directly ordered the crazy Robins stationed at the Capitol to swarm up, ordering them to tear Red Hood apart immediately.

But unfortunately, Red Hood didn't come unprepared. Before he left, the Robins stripped the equipment off Spider-Man. The Spider-Suit couldn't be worn due to size reasons, but the novice Spider-Man who joined the Spider-Army now didn't just have a suit.

Because Nick was too worried that this group of newly debuted brats would cause some disaster due to their recklessness and carelessness and get themselves involved, he prepared all kinds of defensive measures for them.

In addition to the enhanced web-shooters, there were laser shields, nano-reconnaissance robots, time-jump devices (only applicable to Marvel), drone swarms that could form a hive, mechanical eyes of strength, staves containing five shield spells, etc. Big and small, scattered together, they could be said to be armed to the teeth.

This novice gift package exerted even more powerful strength on Red Hood, because he had richer combat experience and was better at street fighting in narrow spaces, using all kinds of conversion and roundabout tactics to perfection. Several teams of crazy Robins couldn't do anything to him, and instead were beaten until they saw stars.

While Robin King was cursing "trash" inside Wei En Tower, he took out a small bottle from his belt in a fit of rage and shouted at the air: "Tavid, Tavid, go now and solve that guy wearing the red hood! Otherwise, I'll put you back in the bottle. Do you hear me?!!"

"The bottle! The key is the bottle!" Barbara shouted in Red Hood's communicator: "Your nano-reconnaissance robots are in the bottle. Pour them out and use the bottle to catch the Fifth-Dimensional person! It's called Tavid!"

"How do I catch it?!"

"I don't know, try it!"

With a swoosh, a small black shadow appeared before Red Hood's eyes. Before he could capture the specific image, a huge force hit his chin.

With a bang, Red Hood was knocked to the ground.

He rolled on the ground, gripped the bottle tightly, pulled off the cap, and was immediately thrown out by a huge force, rolling several times on the ground, and gagged.

Then he stretched out a hand, took out the bottle, aimed it at the mouth of the bottle, and shouted, "Tawid! Come in! Tawid!"

"Read it backwards!" Jason roared loudly.

"Come in! Dewita!"

Whoosh—Bang!

Red Hood grabbed the bottle in his hand with a look of astonishment. He lowered his head and saw the pathetic little fifth-dimensional imp inside the bottle.