allendalepharm Chapter 548 After Dark Night
Chapter 548 After Dark Night
Wade and Slade looked at each other and sneered: "Do young people today take this for granted? That smelly bat's cloak is not a rare treasure. Why do you think they are robbing it?"
"The cost of that cloak is at least 300 million US dollars, what do you think?" Slade responded expressionlessly.
"Oh, Frank." Wade's eyes had turned into the shape of dollar signs, "I see! Then I also..."
"Mr. Deathstroke, I did not inherit the mantle of the Dark Knight for money." The Angel of Death crossed his hands like a devout apprentice, "Tonight is full of suffering, the prophecy has come true, endless fire is born from the ashes, Gotham and The world will be on fire..."
"That flame will destroy Gotham's long-standing guardian. Gotham needs a new savior, a new guardian, a new...Batman."
Slade narrowed his eyes and sneered: "Batman is just missing, not necessarily dead. Even if the bat really burps, it won't be your turn, right?"
"You are not the only heir to the mantle."
"Yes... yes, I know." The Death Angel responded in a low voice, "But none of them are worthy of that cloak..."
"Dick Grayson, Batman's earliest student, is also the best student, but he has always been shrouded in the shadow of Batman, making it difficult for him to succeed..."
"Jason Todd is Batman's most promising student, but his mental endurance is too low. Now the darkness in his heart can make him fall into the abyss at any time..."
"Tim Grayson may be an excellent detective, but he is not the best. As a fighter, his fighting skills are not even as good as Jason..."
Michael Lane used an indifferent tone to reveal the information about the Bat Family like a treasure trove.
"So, do you think you are qualified?" Slade casually threw the cigarette butt on the ground and asked.
"I may not be qualified now." Michael Lane shook his head slightly and bowed slightly to the two people in front of him, "So, I am here to challenge you two."
"As the future guardian of Gotham, it is necessary to understand the future opponents in advance. I think I can also learn some... experience from you two."
"You talk so much nonsense, why don't you want to fight me?" Wade cursed, pulled out a samurai sword from his back, and raised his middle finger to the sky with his free left hand, "You are a real dog! I haven't rested yet!"
"Fake Squid! Professor Yan!"
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Ahem, in order to prevent most of this chapter from being encrypted telegrams, I’d better switch the perspective.
Let's turn our perspective to the bombed-out Wayne Manor underground...
Wow, it seems that the Kagemusha Alliance is very talented in demolition teams and mine explosions. Under Wayne Manor, all entrances to the Batcave were completely blocked, and even the waterfalls were blown down.
At this time, Dammy stood quietly in the equipment room, his clenched fists showing his uneasiness. His young body just stood in front of the empty equipment display cabinet, looking at the item that belonged to Batman with complicated eyes. Equipment showcase.
How should I put it? As a child from a single-parent family, the silly-faced kid finally experienced a wave of lost father's love. It turned out that he was just a part of the plan of his mother and grandpa. His little heart, which was already filled with psychological shadows, now didn't know what to do. How much psychological shadow area will be increased?
Although he had doubts and was even mentally prepared the moment Thalia came to Wayne Manor and said she was not going to take him away, things developed so fast that it reached the point where Mian still couldn't calm down for a while.
All I can say is, Ms. Thalia, to say that you are the evil stepmother of those bat cubs is to flatter you.
The eldest lady of the killer organization fell in love with the heir of an ancient family and gave birth to a son. The two parted ways because of their different ideals. The heroine razed the hero's ancestral home to the ground because of love and hatred... What kind of bloody romance drama plot, back to The lure of the village?
Caught between his parents, little Damian has received demonic education from the Shadow Warrior Alliance since he was a child. His mother's orders are absolute most of the time. Even if he wants to stop him, it will be useless because he knows the consequences of resisting his mother.
Thalia once killed his history teacher because he was unwilling to attend history class, executed his ninja brother who taught him swordsmanship because he was injured during actual combat training, and even felt compassion for a stray puppy. Kokoro killed the poor dog in front of him.
And this time, if Damian chooses to resist, maybe his mother will let the Shadow Warrior Alliance point its sword at that man's other children, or even... that kind old gentleman.
If the house is gone, it can be built again, but there is only one life.
"What should I do..." There was a trace of sadness in Damian's eyes. He looked at the empty equipment cabinet and murmured softly. "What would you do if it were you..."
"Teach me...this question is too difficult."
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Iceberg Bar.
Mr. Oswald Cobblepot was enjoying the wine, shaking the wine glass in his hand with a contented face, looking out the window at the devastated Gotham City.
"Perhaps you are right, sir, there are indeed many benefits to joining you..." He seemed to be talking to himself, or to the air, "I will let the people under me deepen their cooperation with the court. , sir, but I hope to get long-term protection from the court.”
"You know, even if Batman dies, his gang of brats are not easy to mess with... Once our affairs are exposed, it won't be fun."
"Do what you have to do, Mr. Cobot...the children of the Bat Family will not pose any threat to you." In the shadows, a gloomy and hoarse voice sounded without warning. "After all, they will soon fall into the arms of Talon..."
Penguin stopped asking and just looked at the drink in the glass quietly.
He just drank by himself from time to time, or looked through books, as if the voice that suddenly appeared before had never existed at all, and it lasted like this for half an hour.
Outside the door, loud and explosive music filled the lobby of the Iceberg Bar, but the Penguin Gang thugs guarding the Iceberg Bar were nowhere to be seen.
A black figure walked out of the shadows and looked quietly at the closed door of the office. In his hands, he held two black pistols.
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