Volume 2 Honoring Robin Chapter 17 MD, there is a surprise as soon as I come back——
"vomit"
When they crossed the World Gate and returned to the top floor of the Iceberg Bar with a lot of harvest, Catwoman and Zha Kang both vomited due to being drunk, the soul curse and dizziness.
The Kite Man is better.
But he was also stumbling and having a headache because he had completed the promotion of D-class personnel.
Mason helped the two men up and took out water and juice from the office refrigerator to sober them up. He also checked whether the compartment containing the Gate to the World was still safe.
"I should put it on a movable object so we can move through it if Team K needs it."
While feeding water to the drunk Ms. Selina, Mason looked at the World Gate and thought that this thing might be more than just a tool.
Its convenient world travel may save itself and others in future critical moments .
"Consider this a backup plan."
"Well, now I finally understand why you and Charles don't care much about this curse. It turns out you don't feel anything at all."
In front of Mason, Zha Kang, who had regained consciousness, sat cross-legged on the ground. With a pale face, he pulled up his sleeves and looked at the ghost claw tattoo on his arm.
The black magician said in a strange tone:
"This thing is different from other curses I've seen. It won't torture you, project illusions into your mind, or make annoying noises.
It will not erode your body and make you feel sick.
It is so silent and low-key that it does not show its presence in any way, as if it does not exist at all, just like an ordinary evil tattoo.
Be honest, Mason.
Although I have not come into contact with other members of the Star Order, I seriously suspect that there must be a considerable number of people in that organization who are not aware that they are cursed.
Especially those who know nothing about magical powers."
"Isn't that why it seems more dangerous?"
Mason said something in a gloomy tone after listening to Zha Kang's thoughts, and the latter nodded.
A barking dog never bites, this is also a true saying in the wizarding world.
"We need to cover it up."
The black magician stroked his arm and said to the others:
"I will cast a spell to make it invisible to ordinary people, so as to prevent the secret of Team K from being discovered."
"Then I'll leave it to you."
Mason glanced at Catwoman, who was already somewhat sober in his arms.
He placed the older sister on a chair, put the suitcase on the table, put the bag in his arms, and said to his three teammates:
"You guys take a rest here for a night and count your harvest. My vacation is over and I have to go to work tomorrow, so I'm leaving first.
I will contact you tomorrow night to discuss how we can obtain the vaccine we need from Wayne Industries' medical department."
"You still have to go to work?"
Zha Kang picked up his beloved Si Ka cigarette and complained:
"Is it to better conceal your unique identity?"
"almost."
Mason glanced at the fellow and said:
"A lot of people are watching me, and I must have a normal life. Also, your ritual for communicating the curse to gain power is flawed, John, you'd better improve it before trying to gain power."
"I'll try my best."
Zha Kang shrugged and yawned as he watched Mason put on his grey windbreaker and leave the office. He then leaned against the wall and said to Kite Man:
"Man, I feel like I deserve a room of my own in a bar this cool."
"Whoosh"
A golden room card was thrown over. Kite Man touched the more complicated tattoo on his arm, glanced at the black magician, and said:
"It was prepared for you long ago, before you joined us. Don't look at me like that, John. The boss wanted to invite you to the K team a long time ago.
It was around the time you first met him.
He really thinks highly of you.”
——
"Buzz buzz buzz"
The flying motorcycle made a quiet sound in low speed mode. Mason, wearing a safety helmet and goggles, rode this cute blue motorcycle through Crime Alley to his shop.
We went this way because it's closer.
But taking shortcuts will definitely cause problems, like now.
"Um?"
Mason clenched the handlebars and braked the car. In this dark alley after the rain, he looked suspiciously at the bloodstains and several bullet shells covered in mud on the ground.
Was there a gunfight here?
The young man curled his lips and thought that the security around Crime Alley was getting worse and worse.
Before he restarted his motorcycle, he suddenly heard a strange noise coming from a large trash can in the shadow ahead, which sounded so eerie in this dead silent alley.
If an ordinary 17-year-old were here, he would have been scared to death, but can Mason be an ordinary person?
He propped the motorcycle on the ground, carefully holding the penguin umbrella that had not yet been repaired and approached the place, then used the tip of the umbrella to open the closed trash can and took a look inside.
"Olaserte!"
Mason exclaimed and took a step back.
The young man rubbed his eyes vigorously, suspecting that he had seen it wrong, or maybe he accidentally took the wrong road when taking a shortcut and found himself in a damn parallel world.
A few seconds later, he stepped forward again and opened the trash can.
In a trash can filled with a foul smell, a tall man was curled up inside it.
He was wearing a tattered bat suit that looked as if it had been burned. His cool cape was torn apart, and his body was covered with various wounds that were still oozing blood.
Most importantly, he showed signs of great pain even in a coma, and from time to time he let out painful groans that were inconsistent with his status.
"master?"
Mason confirmed that the poor guy hiding in the trash can was Batman. He hurriedly dragged the suffering man out and put him on the ground.
“It’s so hot!”
The young man placed his fingers next to Batman's bloody nostrils and felt his skin radiating heat like carbon.
This is a clear symptom of infection and poisoning.
Mason took out the healing potion and the ground feces he carried with him from his bag and fed it to the master.
But after waiting for a few minutes, not only did his injuries not improve, but Batman, lying on the ground, struggled and spit out more blood mixed with unknown substances.
It's clear that the potions and antidotes Mason has aren't enough to make Batman's condition better.
In the Crime Alley in the dark night after the rain, Mason frowned as he ejected the cargo box of his flying motorcycle, put the old man who was in a terrible condition into it, and without caring about the exposure, he activated the flight mode and took him back to his cabin as quickly as possible.
He placed Batman on the ground floor and picked up the Batphone to call for backup.
But the frequent movements seemed to make the unconscious master wake up a little.
He opened his eyes on the ground, and when he saw Mason holding the Batphone and dialing a number, the master mustered up his strength and waved his hand to knock the phone out of Mason's hand.
The action drained his energy and caused him to vomit blood again.
"No! There is... a traitor..."
Mason had to get close to the master's mouth to hear his whispered warning. Although it was an intermittent and incoherent moan, it was enough to alert the young man.
He took a look at the Batphone that fell to the ground and roughly understood what the master wanted to express.
It is impossible for a great Batman to be beaten like this in his own turf, Gotham, just because the enemy is too strong.
Batman, who has long been accustomed to making many backup plans before fighting, may fail, but as long as he is prepared, he will definitely be able to escape unscathed.
Even when facing Superman.
But the fact that he was so miserable right now only proved that this was a sneak attack and something went wrong in his Bat-safety network, rendering most of his backup plans useless.
“It’s just amazing.”
Mason squatted beside the twitching master, using alchemical tools to extract his blood while muttering:
"You have successfully made me doubt everyone I know in this city. As expected, things related to you are always such a headache."
After taking the blood, Mason poured all the medicines in his bag onto his counter.
He picked and chose among them. The genuine potions that he had found from the ruins of Hogwarts had been almost used up, but the young man still found some usable ones in the few remaining bottles.
For example, this:
Water of Life and Death
Quality: Epic Alchemical Item, Ultimate Craftsmanship
Effect: It makes people enter a baby-like sleep and ignore all external influences. The effect is extremely strong. The sleeping time depends on when they wake up. The longest duration is three months.
Producer: Severus Snape
Item Description: The ultimate blessing for patients with severe insomnia, allowing you to sleep enough at one time.
Mason looked at the bottle of potion in his hand that exuded a quiet fragrance. This was one of the highest quality potions he had.
But he didn't care about feeling sorry for the moment. He leaned down, covered the mouth of the old man who had already started to shiver, and poured the entire bottle of potion into his mouth.
"This will make you more comfortable. It will temporarily relieve your tired mind and painful body so that it will be easier for us to help you. Go to sleep, Batman. Go to sleep, Bruce."
The young man comforted Batman, who must have been in great pain at this moment.
The advanced potion took effect very quickly. In less than half a minute, Batman's struggling body relaxed. He closed his eyes under his helmet and let his transcendental spirit fall into a long coma.
It's like being deeply anesthetized.
The physical pain continued, and he might have nightmares because of it, but it could no longer cause any destructive oppression to his mind.
Mason let out a long sigh and dragged the snoring Batman to the sofa for his rest. He then went out and made a call in the phone booth across the street, then returned to the store and looked around vigilantly.
The first thing he did when he came back was to throw the expensive Batphone into his bag to completely isolate it from the outside world. Then he laid out a series of alchemical tools and began to try to analyze the tube of blood he had just taken out.
Batman must have been terribly poisoned.
This could be seen from the fact that his blood was too viscous and had a strange scarlet color.
Mason shook the tube of blood and placed it in front of his eyes. The moment he focused, an information label popped up:
Complex poisonous blood
Item Description:
The blood is mixed with the combined effects of various toxins, which, in a delicate balance, will cause a variety of tormenting effects on the poisoned person. However, the continued effectiveness of the special ingredients in the blood prevents the poisoned person from dying.
This means that the poisoner does not intend to kill the target, but to torture him.
Notice:
While causing great pain, the toxin also destroys the target's vitality and vigor and slightly transforms his life form. If the poison cannot be detoxified within a short period of time, the poisoned person will fall into permanent weakness.
"Who on earth have you offended?"
Mason looked back in surprise at his master who was shaking in pain but sleeping soundly on the sofa. He quickly went through all the villains in Gotham in his mind, but did not find a suitable poisoner.
The most likely person would be Chou Ker, who has devoted his extraordinary life to the love-hate relationship with Batboy, but that guy probably hasn't escaped from prison yet.
Otherwise, the whole Gotham would be in chaos.
"So, after the terrible 'three-headed dog' sir, there's another super villain in town that I don't know about?"
Mason put the poisonous blood sample into a professional distillation tube to heat it. He had to first determine how many types of toxins were in the master's body before he could find a way to make an antidote.
While he was busy, anxious knocks on the door were heard outside the shop.
As the rolling door opened, the other three members of Team K who had hurried over appeared outside the door in casual clothes. Catwoman, wrapped in a black coat, looked anxious. Before she could say hello to Mason, she saw the miserable old man lying not far away.
The old lover's eyes suddenly turned red and she rushed over to check on him .
The horrible, almost abuse-like scars and poor condition on Batman's body almost brought Catwoman to tears, and Kite Man and Zack's expressions also became quite serious.
In Gotham, the local "bully" Batman was injured like this...
He comes with bad intentions!
"Don't worry."
Mason put his hand on Selina's shoulder and whispered comfortingly:
"This is a big deal. It's no use for you to be anxious."
"Can you comfort people?"
Zha Kang complained quietly and signaled Mason to pull Catwoman away first.
He felt quite comfortable after returning to this magic-filled world. He took out the cigarette from his mouth and used it as a medium to cast a healing spell at the bat boy he hated.
But under the green fluorescent light, Batman's injuries not only did not recover, but the healing magic caused the blood to flow out faster.
"Hey! This is not a good time for you to take revenge. Selina will stab you to death. "
The Kite Man pulled Zha Kang back.
He really thought that Zha Kang was taking the opportunity to take revenge.
But it’s not.
"There's something strange going on in his body that's preventing the healing magic from working!"
Zha Kang said to Selina with a gloomy face:
"Now you can be anxious, the trouble is really big."
"My potion is useless. It seems that the mysterious power can't help for the time being."
Mason stroked his chin and made eye contact with Catwoman for a few seconds. Then he turned back to Kite Man and Zack:
"Let's split up! You two and Selina go to Wayne Manor to invite the old butler Alfred over. I'll go to Dr. Leslie's clinic, which has professional equipment.
Remember, don't alarm other people.
Batman told me there was a traitor in the Bat-Family and that there was no point in hiding Batman's identity at this point."
The young man glanced at the master. In this dim little shop, he took a deep breath and whispered to Charles and Constantine:
"In fact, the true identity of Batman, who has been guarding Gotham for nearly twenty years, is..."
A few seconds later.
"Impossible ! Absolutely impossible!"
Zha Kang covered his face and screamed:
"He's a superhero and a world-class billionaire at the same time? Damn, I finally understand why Zuckerberg is obsessed with him. How can I compete with this bastard?"
The kite flyer next to him was puzzled by another question.
He pulled Mason's sleeve and asked in a low voice, as if he were very smart:
"Boss, if Bruce Wayne has been playing Batman, then who is playing Bruce Wayne at the same time?"
"Uh, that's a good question."
Mason rubbed his forehead and sighed:
"I can't answer you now, but I think that rather than an answer, we should take action now. We have to save Bruce before the toxin turns him into a complete invalid.
This attack is probably just the beginning.
We need him to be healthy, and so does this suffering city."
