Volume 1: Welcoming Gotham Chapter 30: Frostmourne, I'm hungry... Uh, I went to the wrong set, sorry
In the hiding place at Pier 7, Catwoman leaned against the wall, flicking her cat tail whip in her hand.
She looked at Mason. The young man was still tinkering with his little things in a small area, but this time he was not making potions, but processing some electronic parts.
Next to him was the Penguin's umbrella.
But the thing was pretty badly damaged, and it looked like Mason was trying to fix it.
In the corner of the hiding place, Kite Man was holding a clipboard, recording in detail the expression and physical changes of the gangster boss who was tied to the chair in front of him.
The latter had been given six different potions in the past four hours.
The man was still alive, but the left half of his face was covered with terrible rashes, the right half of his face was a strange purple-red color, and his whole body was still twitching and shaking.
The painful look made Catwoman feel like this was pure torture.
"The information has been shared with the group of bat cubs. They are discussing an action plan in the Bat Cave. Grayson hopes that we can act with them. Apparently, the first Robin is very satisfied with your performance."
Selina glanced at the information on her phone and said to Mason:
"So, what's your answer?"
"How do we act together?"
Mason, who was trying to install Count Vertigo's intracranial disruptor into Penguin's armed umbrella, looked up and said to Catwoman:
"Based on the information currently available, a large number of people are needed at Blackgate Prison, and a group of people are also needed at the secret location where the Assassin's League stores its weapons. Some people will have to stay behind to provide logistics and intelligence support.
Including the first Robin Dick Grayson and the third Robin Tim Drake, there are only five of us, you, me and Charles. Even if we add Commissioner Gordon and Barbara in a wheelchair, our numbers are still seriously insufficient.
In this situation, we still need to divide our forces. I can only say that Young Master Bat is overthinking this matter."
"What do you mean?"
Catwoman nodded.
She also thought Grayson's proposal was a bit far-fetched.
If Batman is okay here, that cold and omnipotent man can handle one side all by himself, and it's totally fine for others to go to the other side.
But Batman isn't here now.
"What I mean is that you and the Bat Family should work together to destroy the weapons warehouses that have the courage to arm the prisoners. There must be a lot of people from the Assassin's League guarding there. It won't work if there are fewer people."
Mason carefully disassembled the ring-shaped mechanical box of the Penguin Umbrella in front of him. He used the component scan on the light curtain to analyze the structure of this thing, and said at the same time:
"Charles and I sneaked into Blackgate Prison and tried to delay their prison breakout as much as possible. As long as you guys move fast enough, you can come to support us in time.
These two things don’t necessarily have to happen at the same time.
As long as we can wait until Batman returns to Gotham, we'll have won half the battle. Maybe he'll bring back help?"
The young man flexed his fingers and began to disassemble the components of the mechanical box, saying:
"Like that Superman or something."
"That's a good idea, but why do I feel like you don't want me to be in the same group with you?"
Catwoman said suspiciously:
"Do you and your henchmen have any shameful secrets? I thought we were already in the same group."
"You think too much."
Mason said without looking up:
"It's just that the invisibility cloak is so small that it can hide two people at most, so I can only act in groups of two."
"Then we two can definitely be in the same group."
Catwoman narrowed her eyes and said:
"What? You, a 17-year-old kid, would rather act with an old man than let me protect you?"
"Are you serious Ms. Selina?"
Before Mason could say anything, the kite man shuddered and raised his hand:
"Do you really think it's the right choice to let a third-tier villain like me work with ? They were all trained by Batman and are very ruthless.
I broke three ribs last time I met Nightwing, and I don't want to try it again."
“You see, this is the best way to group.”
Mason added faintly:
"And I think that in the absence of the children's father, you, as their 'adoptive mother', should shoulder the responsibility of taking care of the children."
"What you said makes a lot of sense. I can't refute it, but you'd better stop telling those terrible 'adoptive mother' jokes. I'm still young!"
Catwoman was choked and speechless. She rolled her eyes and said:
"I'll tell the Batcave about this idea first and give you a reply later."
After saying that, Ms. Selina walked out of the hiding place with her long legs, which looked even more amazing under the tights. When the Kite Man saw her leaving, he wanted to speak but Mason stopped him with his hand.
The young man stood up and walked to the place where Catwoman had just leaned and searched the wall carefully. After a few seconds, two bat-shaped listening devices were taken out from the gap.
He shook his head and put the thing into his pocket, then he said to the kite flyer:
"When you come into contact with members of the Bat Family, you must be at least three times cautious. They have all learned bad things from Batman, and each of them has an incurable habit of snooping and surveillance."
"Oh, I got it."
Kite Man rubbed his head and thought to himself that it was no wonder that he couldn't make it in Gotham. Looking at the minds of those first-line characters and then looking at himself, he couldn't help but feel sad.
"Boss, are you really going to cooperate with the Bat Family?"
Charles whispered:
“I don’t think this is credible.
Everyone in this city knows that Batman and his Robin don't kill people, but they won't hesitate to kill. Back then, the Joker used this to bully them and made them run away in fear.
If they fail, they still have Batman to back them up, but we don't.
We are not one of them.”
"We have to cooperate. There are only two of us and we need them to attract some of our attention."
Mason stroked the suitcase beside him and whispered:
"But we don't have to sit still, I mean, we have to get this done before Batman comes back!
I'm tired of being hunted every time I go out, so I plan to take this opportunity to wipe out most of the Penguin and Assassin's League forces in the city.
Just when they broke into the prison and released the prisoners and the Penguin, just when they gathered together..."
"But we don't have the kind of weapons that can catch them all in one fell swoop!"
The kite flyer spread his hands and said:
"The two of us are not strong enough, unless we revive Old K. I think that old guy will be able to easily kill all those guys with his two swords."
"Who says we don't?"
Mason smiled, patted his suitcase, looked at the kite man, and said:
"How did Old K die?"
"Being given to me by a monster...ah, I get it!"
Charles nodded instantly.
He also looked at the suitcase in Mason's hand. If he remembered correctly, his boss brought back three zombie monsters from the ruins of the wizarding world.
But then, the kite man said with some concern:
"Will it spread? This thing is too scary. If it gets out of control, all of Gotham will be finished."
"Have a little faith in your world, Charles."
Mason returned to the makeshift workbench and continued to assemble Penguin's armed umbrella. He said casually:
"As long as Batman comes back, everything will be over. Have faith in that man . He is deeper, stronger, and more terrifying than you see."
"It seems I have to prepare in advance."
The kite man had also made up his mind. He sat opposite Mason and took out a half-finished flying backpack from the travel backpack that Mason had returned. He said to the young man:
"I changed its design a bit, but there are still a few problems that haven't been solved. Boss, please help me take a look. And this magic coat, I plan to modify it into a flight suit."
Charles held out Hagrid's rolled-up moleskin coat and said:
"This thing is much better than any bulletproof vest, but I can't find a suitable tailor. I showed it to a friend yesterday and he said that this kind of leather is difficult to cut with ordinary knives, let alone redesign it."
"Just make do with it for now."
Mason also said in an awkward tone:
"I'm a bit pressed for time right now and can't spare the energy for tailoring. I'll do some research after this is over and try to get your flight suit done before someone from the Star Society contacts us.
As for tailoring, ask Catwoman to take Sujie's Eagle and cut off a part of it so that it fits you.
And this gun is for you."
He took out a blast shotgun and two blast double-barreled hand cannons from his briefcase and handed them to the kite man, and then introduced:
"I made this before for practice. Even though it's a handmade black gun, it's definitely much better than something on an assembly line. Let me know if you need anything else."
"I want those explosives, flight engineering bombs! Boss."
Kite Man took the gun with a grin and put it on his back, then gestured to Mason and said:
"That thing is really powerful. I fell in love with it after using it last time. Especially the swarm bombing, it's so cool."
"for you."
Mason waved his hand and threw out more than thirty newly assembled flight engineering bombs from the briefcase, and gave a control tablet to the kite man.
The latter left the hiding place with satisfaction and went to find Catwoman to borrow the long sword to cut clothes. Ten seconds later, the furious Catwoman rushed back with the moleskin coat and screamed at Mason:
"You loser bat boy! Do you know how rare this kind of top-grade fur is? I have never seen fur of such high quality in all my years of traveling around Gotham, and you actually want to cut it open!"
"Those clothes are for half-giants."
Mason said without looking up:
"After I cut it up to make a flight suit for Charles, there will be enough left to make a coat for your petite figure. I can even do it for you for free.
It just takes a little time and the coat pattern you provide."
"So, sister, do I need to share a piece of tattered clothing with a stinky man? How can I bear this humiliation when I have such a rich boyfriend holding me in the palm of my hand?"
Catwoman got even angrier.
She snorted, pulled out Su Jie's Eagle, and cut the fine fur in a few strokes. She put her hands on her hips and said:
"I don't care! I'll buy you something better someday."
It was dusk the next day, two hours before the operation was to begin.
As the light of approaching night shrouded the pier, the cool Batmobile drove at high speed and made a graceful emergency stop at Pier 7, which had a rather lonely and deserted atmosphere.
As the black cabin opened, Grayson, wearing a bat suit, jumped out.
At a glance, he saw Mason in front of him, who was wearing a slim gray windbreaker, a gentleman's hat, and holding a black Penguin umbrella in his left hand, and Charles, the kite flyer behind him, who was dressed like a successful man and carrying a vintage suitcase in his hand.
Next to them is Catwoman, who is fully prepared for battle. In addition to the usual cat-tail whip and combat belt, Catwoman also carries a sword on her back.
Grayson was very familiar with the broken sword that could blind people.
"Can you two do this?"
Nightwing walked up to the three of them and asked Mason in Batman's tone.
Mason, who had been cultivating his alchemy and engineering proficiency all night, pulled up the brim of his hat and poured a blue primary vitality potion into his mouth.
He put the slender crystal bottle back into his pocket, stretched his body and said:
"It's possible to use the invisibility cloak to buy time, but you better hurry up. Will Director Gordon join the operation?"
"No way, I can't persuade him."
The young master sighed and said:
"He said this was his duty as a Gotham police officer, so he has already rushed to Blackgate Prison with SWAT.
We can't move the Penguin in advance. If he gets hijacked in the middle of the journey, it would be counterproductive. This city is full of spies from the League of Assassins.
This is for you.”
Nightwing took out two pairs of specially-ordered headsets and said to Mason and Kite Man:
"Barbara will serve as our intelligence support and communicate the battlefield situation at any time. If we can't hold on, call for support from the Batfighter."
"Or a non-lethal weapon?"
Mason said:
"There's no 'no killing rule' in this situation, right?"
"Yeah, it's time to stop worrying about it! Facing a group of lunatics who kill without blinking an eye, you need a stronger deterrent."
The kite flyer also gave some advice.
"These principles constrain us and make us what we are, hinder us and protect us, Mason."
The young master said seriously:
"He set a line for us by example, and we cannot cross it. Once the identities of 'protector' and 'killer' are confused, it will be the beginning of the corruption of will.
No one can resist the temptation to use violence to solve problems once and for all, so the best way to fight it is to distance yourself from it in the first place.”
"Tsk tsk, the young bat is imitating the old bat and starting to talk at length, blah blah blah, clichés, nothing new at all."
Catwoman is very impatient with this.
She swayed her waist and waved her hands towards the Batmobile, jumped into the driver's seat nimbly, blew a passionate kiss to Mason, and said:
"Be careful, little one. I'll come rescue you once I'm done with that."
After saying that, the wild and untamable beautiful cat stepped on the accelerator, and with more exquisite control skills than Batman, she drove the violent Batmobile out of the dock like a roaring beast.
Nightwing shook his head, fired his grappling gun, flew into the sky and chased after the Batmobile.
Mason watched them leave and snapped his fingers softly.
The kite man behind him opened the suitcase and pressed the button of the traceless extension spell, and a blue flying motorcycle appeared in front of the two of them with a whoosh.
The young man inserted the key, turned on the engine and threw out the rocket-shaped truck bed.
The kite man jumped in holding the suitcase as if it were a nuclear bomb box. Mason twisted the handlebars to make the blue retro classic move forward smoothly and then flew into the clouds three seconds later.
The kite-flyer in the truck bed was "changing his clothes" and grinning:
"Speaking of which, Boss, maybe we should give ourselves a more impressive name. For example, our gang should be called the 'Kite Gang' or something like that."
"A gang of two?"
Mason sneered:
"If I tell this to anyone, my colleagues in Gotham will laugh their heads off. Besides, I've already left the gang, and don't we have a name? Team K...
That actually sounds pretty good, right?
Charles, I don't think you fed Meg, Fang and Fluffy today?"
Mason, who was wearing flight goggles, asked.
The kite man with the flying backpack shrugged, patted the box maliciously, and said with a grin:
"Of course not, Boss. As you ordered, Mason Cooper's death beasts are now starving. They are...very hungry."
——
On the other side, in the Batmobile, which was speeding, Nightwing, who had finally landed in the passenger seat, hadn't breathed a sigh of relief yet when he heard Catwoman, who was driving the car, suddenly say:
"I changed my mind! You bat cubs who were trained by him personally can handle it! I won't go. I am more worried about my little brother Mason than you unpleasant guys."
With that , she pressed a hidden button on the Batmobile's steering wheel.
With a click, the front hood of the tank-like Batmobile popped open, ejecting the main driver's seat and Catwoman. The sophisticated module flipped in the air and landed on the ground, forming a slender black bat motorcycle.
Catwoman lay on the motorcycle and made an almost impossible 180-degree turn on the spot, and drove rapidly towards the Blackgate Prison under Nightwing's helpless gaze.
As for the Batmobile that lost its front and rear wheels...
rest assured!
This war machine, which cost tens of billions to build, also had its spare tires refilled the moment the Batmobile was released, and a spare operating panel also popped out from the original co-pilot seat.
"Jason wanted to steal the tires of this car back then."
Young Master Ye Yi grabbed the control panel and continued to speed up. He curled his lips and said softly:
"He didn't know at that time that there were eight spare tires in this car... Oh, Jason, it would be great if you were with us in this situation."
