Chapter 2886

"For you, we specifically found a place away from the light," the Arkham Knight said as he took off his helmet.

They were now in a closed factory. Because it was originally used for producing dangerous chemical raw materials, the factory had no windows, like a big black box, and it had ceased operations years ago, making it the perfect base.

The Arkham Knight had very rich experience in building bases for himself; he even managed to get a lot of useful machinery and many daily necessities in just half a night, and of course, the help of Doctor Strange's undead monsters was indispensable.

Ever since he discovered that the undead creatures he summoned could be used for more than just fighting, the Arkham Knight had completely changed his view of Doctor Strange, and the two could even chat a few sentences now.

The Arkham Knight was actually very shocked that Moonlight Schiller could return in one piece. He suspected that Batman might not have been home, allowing Schiller to break into an empty house; otherwise, how could he possibly have not been injured at all?

However, he noticed that Moonlight Schiller's clothes had changed color. Originally they were pure black, but now, although some parts of the fabric were still black, they shimmered with silver light when viewed from the side.

This made the whole outfit look like a black lake rippling with moonlight, which was actually much better looking than the original pure black suit.

They settled down in the base, and Doctor Strange began to formulate a combat plan. In order to better execute the plan, they first had to identify themselves and introduce their own situations.

Doctor Strange's purpose in coming here was actually to kill as much as possible. As a necromancer, he could absorb the power of living beings; the more he killed, the faster his injuries would heal, and the more capital he would have to negotiate with those sanctimonious versions of himself.

He did not hide it from the other two, stating directly that his current state was poor and that all these injuries were inflicted by other counterparts.

This Necromancer Doctor Strange was also unlucky, to say the least. How he became a necromancer didn't need to be said, but the problem was that he hadn't come into contact with other Doctor Stranges and thought everyone was the same as him.

So, when he entered the Battleworld, he became a tragedy. Strange's temper was already bad, and after becoming a necromancer, he became even more gloomy and eccentric, and he started arguing with other versions of himself after only a few words.

When the arguing escalated into a brawl, his secret was exposed. No matter what, the other Doctor Stranges were still Sorcerer Supremes, and the vast majority were still accustomed to upholding justice, so they fought against these monsters and ghosts who practiced black magic.

Therefore, the Necromancer Doctor Strange became the target of a group beating. Unfortunately, the base they were in was the Himalayas, the old lair of other Sorcerer Supremes. The Necromancer Doctor Strange was chased around and was almost beaten to death.

But fortunately, he wasn't the only evil Doctor Strange. Later, a guy holding some Darkhold came along, and the other Sorcerer Supremes chased after him, which was how he saved his life.

So he hurriedly wanted to find a dungeon to restore his strength, but he also knew that such dungeons would be matched with other teammates. If he happened to be matched with a few justice guardians again, not only would he be unable to kill to replenish his blood, but he would also be beaten up again.

So he thought about it and chose a dungeon suspected to be vampires. If killing people would get him beaten up by superheroes, then killing vampires should be fine, right?

Facts proved that his choice was correct. The few he was matched with were all lone stars, completely without moral burdens.

The Arkham Knight's situation was about the same. Although it didn't develop into being beaten by a group, his huge bat doll was really too hateful. He felt that if he didn't leave, he would be eaten by other Jason Todds, so he also chose a dungeon where he could kill to his heart's content.

After both of them finished talking about their identities, abilities, and energy, they turned their eyes to Schiller.

Schiller remained silent.

The Arkham Knight also saw that he was not a person who liked to talk, and originally didn't intend to get to the bottom of it, but at this moment, a tall figure suddenly appeared in the corner of the room.

This figure with a skull falcon head really startled the two of them. Because the Necromancer Doctor Strange didn't become the Sorcerer Supreme, he didn't recognize this obscure African deity.

"I am Khonshu, his patron god." Khonshu had to identify himself, and then introduced for Schiller, "His name is Schiller. I suggest you don't provoke him, and don't let anyone else provoke him."

After saying this, Khonshu disappeared.

Doctor Strange was mainly thinking about Khonshu's last sentence, but right now, only one sentence was lingering in the Arkham Knight's mind—"His name is Schiller..."

Probably just the same name, the Arkham Knight thought.

If this hadn't been brought up, the Arkham Knight wouldn't have thought in that direction, but now that it was mentioned, he couldn't help but look at the eyebrows and eyes of Moonlight Schiller exposed outside.

One look at this gave him a cold sweat.

The bad news was that he looked very much like Schiller, and the worse news was that the other party was also looking at him.

It doesn't matter, just a counterpart from a different universe, the Arkham Knight comforted himself, but in reality, it didn't comfort him much, because his bone-deep experience with Schiller was much deeper than Batman's.

"Dissect him, or I'll dissect you."

Devil-like words kept lingering in his ears, and for a long time, they replaced the Joker's crazy laughter, becoming the main theme of his nightmares.

At this point, the Arkham Knight also encountered the same question as Batman: if this person was a young version of Schiller, then how did he develop into what he became later?

Although this guy didn't look like a good person, he wasn't the same style as the doctor later on. One didn't need to understand deeply to know that this one was clearly better at physical therapy, and the main medical theory he studied was that as long as there was no life, there was naturally no illness.

This didn't look like a civilized person who would talk to you.

But Doctor Strange was a bit dissatisfied. We agreed to exchange information, we both finished talking, but when it was your turn, you didn't talk. Do we look easy to fool?

Just as he was about to open his mouth, the Arkham Knight reached out to stop him, and then said, "I know a counterpart of this Mr. Schiller from another universe. He is naturally a man of few words."

Doctor Strange looked at him suspiciously. In his cognition, this guy who called himself the Arkham Knight wasn't a man of many words either. Why did he open his mouth at this time?

"Let's talk about something else," the Arkham Knight said.

"But if he doesn't talk about his abilities, we can't arrange tasks," the Necromancer Doctor Strange said. "Although he looks like he has some superpowers, what if there are some trigger conditions that we don't know about, wouldn't that be..."

"He should have no superpowers," the Arkham Knight shook his head and said. "That should be the power given to him by this god called Khonshu. We saw it just now; he is quite good at fighting. He should be a good helper in a chaotic battle. That's about it."

Doctor Strange still wanted to ask more, but was quickly diverted to other topics by the Arkham Knight. It wasn't that the Arkham Knight didn't want to reveal information; Schiller looked like a man of few words now, but what if he was just pretending?

By then, if Schiller opened his mouth and started his talk therapy, wouldn't the two of them be sold by him, and they'd even help him count the money?

So being a man of few words is good. Regardless of what his purpose is for not making a sound, let's hold on for as long as we can. Besides, there's a certain chance that Schiller was just this style when he was young.

This time I'm lucky, the Arkham Knight thought, running into the young Schiller. The older one didn't come. If he ran into the one who cut the Joker last time, he would be finished.

In Wayne Manor, when the Robins woke up, they were all dizzy. That mist-type anesthetic had some side effects, and everyone was a bit confused, not really remembering what happened during that last period.

Because Cassandra's injuries were relatively severe, she was sent to the medical pod by Batman. Losing a great general before the battle had officially started made the Robins a bit frustrated.

However, just as Batman expected, they soon cheered up, and were even filled with righteous indignation, wanting to avenge Cassandra.

Batman was also a bit helpless about this. The Bat-family was built with him as the core, but Batman wasn't just their boss, he was also their father, so too much personal affection was mixed into the organizational structure.

To be more rigorous, compared to a formal company, it was more like a Jianghu gang, where emotional driving force was greater than interest driving force, and there were more times when they acted on impulse.

Although it could make the relationship between the Robins better and more united, it also had significant shortcomings in organizational strength. Not to mention anything else, the last person who used Jianghu methods to rule an organization was "the advantage is with me," which showed how much this thing affected organizational strength.

The hot-tempered Jason was the first to quit, grabbing his gun and wanting to go find the vampires for a decisive battle. Damian was also helping on the side. Tim told them to calm down, and Barbara also said that the intelligence was insufficient and attacking rashly would easily get themselves killed. As a result, they shifted the topic to who had a better relationship with Cassandra.

Originally, Dick should have spoken up to dissuade them, but Dick knew that he had exposed the existence of magic in the previous battle. If he spoke up at this time, it would be easy for others to aim their guns at him. He was also a bit guilty, so he didn't speak.

In fact, the organizational relationship of the Bat-family could originally maintain a balance because the eldest brother, Nightwing, contributed a lot. Many times, he managed for Batman and adjusted various conflicts and quarrels, and everyone trusted him more.

But now that Dick was guilty and didn't speak, the others didn't have enough authority and could only join one of the two factions, unable to mediate in the middle. The impulsive faction and the rational faction were at loggerheads, and neither could convince the other.

Some people might ask, doesn't Batman care?

A father and an eldest brother are different after all. The eldest brother among brothers is considered one of their own, and whatever happens ends with him, which is a completely different nature from going to complain to dad. They also didn't want Batman to intervene in these matters.

So, by mistake, it really achieved the effect Schiller mentioned. The Robins split into two factions, one wanting to take radical measures, and the other feeling that they should investigate intelligence first and slow down.

And no matter where the mole was hiding, they had to help their own faction gain an advantage to win Batman's trust, so they could secretly manipulate the actions of the Bat-family.

The Robins started taking turns approaching Batman, telling him their ideas, hoping he would support them.

Only Dick approached Schiller. Clearly, in the last incident, he was indeed exposed. Although no one pointed it out, many people were avoiding him openly or secretly, which made Dick a bit frustrated.

But Batman was very concerned about Dick's situation. Seeing Dick frustrated and actually going to find Schiller, alarm bells were ringing in his heart.

And Schiller actually wanted to talk to each Robin individually. He was convinced that no Robin could hide themselves under his pressure.

So this formed a strange four-cornered relationship: the Robins looked for Batman, Batman looked for Dick, Dick looked for Schiller, and Schiller looked for the Robins.

The Bat-family hadn't had such a multi-cornered relationship before, but this time an outsider actually appeared in it. The Robins immediately quit, and one after another wanted to go find Schiller to test what his style was.

As a result, Batman watched his birds fly into the fire one after another, and his head grew even bigger. To put it in common terms, he got two blisters on the corner of his mouth in one night.