Volume 2 Honoring Robin Chapter 31 Congratulations to Gotham for its successful promotion from the City of Chaos to the Land of No Man!
"Where am I?"
A few minutes later, Dick Grayson opened his eyes dazedly, then turned his head and looked around vigilantly with the attitude of a "retired Robin". He found himself a thousand meters above the ground and immediately shrank his neck.
Then he also saw the Wayne Building which was almost on fire.
Especially the burning bat logo, which made Nightwing's face, which was wearing a bat-shaped mask but only covering his eyes, suddenly show an angry expression.
"It was Wayne Building that was set on fire, not the Batcave. Why are you so angry?"
Mason, who was driving the flying motorcycle, said something that instantly brought the young master back to his senses. He laughed dryly and said:
"Because Bruce Wayne is Batman's friend, they have always been..."
"Because Bruce Wayne is Batman!"
Mason yawned and blurted out the truth, shocking Grayson so much that he almost jumped up in the truck bed. Then he heard the malicious young man slowly say:
"I just picked him up from the trash the day before yesterday, you want to know what happened to Batman?
Quite simply, he was attacked.
Although the cause and effect are not very clear, I can roughly guess that it was an action against him, and everything you see before your eyes is the aftermath of that action.
The Assassin's League is really scared of him, and they have to make sure that Batman will not interfere before they dare to take such a large-scale action. "
"Is that so?"
Nightwing calmed down and said:
"Then it all makes sense. Where are you going now? We should go to Gordon House to find Barbara and contact the others. This situation has gone beyond the limit of fighting alone."
"That's the thing, Grayson, we can't go to Barbara."
Mason drove the flying motorcycle in the air for a few circles and then flew towards the Iceberg Bar.
He whispered to Nightwing:
"I thought you would be more perceptive and would have guessed my second meaning when you heard Batman was attacked... There is a traitor among you!"
"impossible!"
Nightwing immediately retorted:
"There are no traitors in the Bat Family! We have no secrets! We will always...we..."
His voice gradually became lower.
Clearly reason prevails.
Mason glanced at him and didn't intend to speak out the dark guess in his heart, but accelerated across the street below which was already congested with traffic.
Just below the two men riding across the city, on an overpass near the light rail, two groups of men were shooting at each other with guns drawn at opposite ends of the street.
Several overturned vehicles were burning, and people were screaming and seeking shelter everywhere.
Even though Gotham City has "simple folk customs" and its citizens are well-informed, it is difficult for them to remain calm in the face of such explosive events as tonight.
What’s even more terrible is that a group of prisoners on motorcycles were screaming and running back and forth on the street.
These guys were still wearing prisoners' uniforms and holding weapons they got from nowhere. They were firing at the refugees indiscriminately like a carnival.
This chaos was not only in front of Mason's eyes. Looking around, similar flames were rising everywhere in Gotham, and there were also sharp gunshots across the night sky.
"I have something to confess to you, Grayson."
As they approached the Iceberg Bar, Mason whispered:
"I've done some 'bad things' in the past, but now it seems like a good thing. You can't do what you want to do when you come to Gotham alone without any heavy equipment, even if you are a serious superhero.
Considering that the Batcave may have been attacked now, and I trust your skills, I will get you some extra equipment. When you are ready, we will go find Batman.
But please don't ask me where I got them, ok?"
"Um."
Nightwing, who was thinking about the terrible question in his mind, nodded, and soon the flying motorcycle approached Glacier Avenue, but the scene that came into view made Mason frown.
A fire was set on the rooftop of the Iceberg Bar.
A large group of bastards who came from nowhere occupied the entrance of the bar and were patrolling with guns. There was also the aftermath of an explosion on the third floor, and the row of luxurious floor-to-ceiling windows were almost all blown to pieces.
Mason pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number, but no one answered.
Something happened to the Kite Man?
This was Mason's first thought.
How dare you touch my people!
This was his second thought as the captain of Team K.
"Hold on tight!"
Mason threw the invisibility cloak to Nightwing and said something coldly. Before the young master could react, the flying motorcycle suddenly accelerated and rushed into the third floor where broken glass was all over the floor.
A few minions who were standing by the broken window smoking were knocked away by a motorcycle rushing towards them before they could react.
With a sharp brake sound, the blue motorcycle suddenly stopped on the luxurious marble ground and swung its tail. Mason, wearing a full set of gray combat suit, jumped out of the car.
The eldest son wanted to follow but was stopped.
With a slight "click" sound, the explosive shotgun loaded with an under-slung grenade launcher was pulled out with the backhand.
A dozen flight engineering bombs were also released to form a swarm, and Mason controlled them through the built-in controller of the battle suit to fly silently into the hall in front of him.
He stretched his neck and said to the eldest master:
"Go to the top floor office and keep watch over whatever shit is in there! I'll be right there. Don't follow me, Grayson. What's going to happen here may not be very Bat-Family friendly."
"boom"
The first explosion sounded in the enclosed space, and a group of minions were blown to pieces crying for their parents amid the surging flames.
Mason strode forward on the broken glass, pulled out a bottle of petrification potion from the ammunition belt on his chest and threw it towards the ceiling in front of him. When the enemy rushed out, he exploded the bottle and petrified a dozen people in front of him on the spot.
Then a few buckshot bullets were fired and the stone statues were smashed to pieces on the spot.
This brutal offensive quickly reached its climax as one engineering bomb after another was detonated.
Nightwing's eyes twitched as he looked at Mason who suddenly became violent, but he did not try to stop him because the person in front of him was not a member of the Bat-Family.
There is no need for people to follow Batman's theory of not killing.
The young master, wearing an invisibility cloak, took a last look at the third floor of the bar where bullets were flying and wailing was echoing. He shook his head and quickly rushed to the top floor along the stairs.
"The Falconet family?"
Mason squatted on the ground and looked at the minion he had just killed.
There was a blood-stained top hat on the other person's hand, which was obviously the symbol of a mafia family. Only "gangster aristocrats" like them would care about these meaningless decorations.
Maybe he's trying to improve his style?
After figuring out who the enemy was, Mason felt a little more relaxed.
Although the Kite Man is weak, he is still a member of the team who has experienced two world expansions. He has killed dragons and zombies and chatted and laughed with legendary pirates. He will not be killed by these ordinary minions.
He was about to go to the top floor to see who was commanding the attack on the bar, but the noisy explosion on the third floor quickly attracted the minions below and above to come for support.
A few seconds later, as soon as they rushed into the hall filled with the smell of gunpowder, the engineering bombs that had been ambushed in advance exploded one after another.
The horrific noise shook the entire building.
The "bang bang" sounds of gunfire echoed in the smoke and scorching air of the explosion, and all the gang members who were not killed in the explosion were shot again.
It is conservatively estimated that after tonight the Falcone family will have to recruit a large number of people from the Minions Union.
"Ding"
A few minutes later, the golden elevator opened on the top floor.
Mason walked out of the elevator with a gun in hand, and in front of him were knocked down gang members.
It's obviously Nightwing's work.
The young man put his pistol back into the weapon slot behind him and casually pulled out a double-barreled hand cannon from his waist.
While walking towards the office with bloody footprints, he gave a slug explosion to all the guys lying on the ground in his sight as a farewell gift.
It’s actually no big deal to break into Team K’s secret base so boldly. Just be more careful in your next life.
Besides, this is not a way to vent anger.
Everyone lying here will become the "soldiers" of the Assassin's League to destroy this city. This is a war that has already begun. Being merciful at this time will only bring trouble to yourself.
Tips for improving shooting skills floated in front of his eyes like a screen refresh, but the translucent light screen did not affect Mason's vision. He kicked open the office on the top floor and walked in with blood all over his body.
Nightwing stood in front of the French window and looked at Gotham burning in the night.
Behind him, there were guys who had been knocked down lying all over the place. Sitting on an office chair was an unconscious middle-aged man who had a rose stuck on his shirt in a showy way and had several ribs broken by Nightwing.
This guy looks like the leader.
"Maroni, the 'general' of the Falcone family."
As Mason approached, Nightwing turned to him and said:
"I asked him when you were slaughtering those henchmen, and he said that Falcone had long been in contact with the Assassins' League, and after the death of the Penguin, the Mafia became the Assassins' first choice.
The League of Assassins promises to hand over control of Gotham to Falcone after tonight.
But I suspect that mafia boss has gone crazy.
Who wants to rule over a post-war ruin?"
"If they promise a ruin without Batman messing around, I think a lot of people would be eager to try it. Where are my people?"
Mason asked, and Nightwing shook his head and said:
"Maroni said he didn't see him. He said that when he and his men rushed in here, there were only a group of young men left in the bar, and the Kite Man seemed to have left early.
But I found this in my office.”
The young master handed a withered strange leaf to Mason, who took it in his hand, looked at it, nodded and said:
"I see. I heard this was the guy who threw sulfuric acid on Harvey Dent's face and body, turning that promising prosecutor into a coin-obsessed lunatic?"
Mason asked as he looked at the unconscious Maroni.
The young master sighed and replied:
"No, the rumor is not true. Before Maroni threw sulfuric acid at Harvey Dent, that guy's ideas were not right. Although he created Two-Face himself, he had little to do with the birth of Two-Face."
"So even if we hand Maroni over to Two-Face, we won't get any help?"
In response to Mason's question, the young master nodded.
"boom"
A decisive bullet flew out from the muzzle.
The bullet shot into the unconscious Maroni's temple, causing his entire head to explode, and blood splattered everywhere, making the chair look extremely disgusting.
"There's a secret compartment in the wall. Open it."
Mason folded the double-barreled hand cannon and replaced it with the golden cursed bullets, while speaking to the young master who turned his head. The young master hesitated, but before he could speak, the young man raised his head and said to him:
"This is what the criminals who broke into my house without permission deserve! You know I'm usually quite gentle, Grayson, but I also have my limits.
Gotham is your home, too.
This is where you were born and raised, where you've spent the past decade or so working to make it a better place following Batman, and now a group of thugs want to destroy your home.
I wonder what you would do?”
Mason opened the drawer, picked up a few bottles of potion placed there and inserted them into the belt of his battle suit. He glanced at the young master's expression and said:
"Do you want to continue to stare blankly here, or change your clothes and come with me to meet Batman?"
Nightwing sighed, turned and walked towards the indicated wall to fumble for the switch of the secret compartment there.
"Shua"
The door of the compartment was pushed open, and what came into Nightwing's sight was a wooden door fixed to the wall.
This unique decoration surprised the young master for a moment, but soon, a whole row of colorful bat suits placed on the wall attracted his attention.
"Where did you get these?"
Grayson exclaimed.
Mason walked forward and opened the cabinet, putting the various drugs, engineering bombs and accessories stored in it into his briefcase. While picking up a few modified engineering bombs, he said quietly:
"You promised me you wouldn't ask! Go put on that titanium alloy concept bat suit. It's powerful enough to protect against bullets of any caliber and is very suitable for the current situation.
I also have some Batman combat accessories here for you to choose from.
I'll give you five minutes to pack your luggage. I'll be waiting for you in the underground garage."
At this point, Mason emphasized:
"In order to prevent you from making a fuss again, I have to tell you in advance that there is an unpainted prototype Batmobile parked there... and don't ask me where I got it from!
Otherwise I will petrify you and throw you out of here!
and this!"
Mason took out four golden bat darts that could be used as fighting knives from his briefcase and handed them to Young Master Nightwing very carefully.
He said:
"This weapon with cursed metal can weaken the enemy quickly. I'll lend it to you. Remember! Don't let your blood stain it!
Otherwise, when you are neither human nor ghost for the rest of your life, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
"Thanks."
The young master did not refuse this "magic weapon". He watched Mason turn and leave and whispered:
“Although your style of doing things is very different from ours, I have to admit that it is reassuring to have a helper like you in this situation.
You didn’t have to go to this lengths for Bruce and for us.”
"Don't be silly, this isn't for the Bat Family."
Mason walked out of the office full of corpses without looking back. He said:
"I just hate those idiots who step into my new life without permission and don't even try to hide their malicious intent... And don't forget, Grayson, I'm from Gotham too.
This rotten city is undoubtedly a cesspool!
But it is our cesspool.
It is up to us to finish it off, and no one else can do it."
Five minutes later, with a low roar, an unpainted military desert camouflage-style Batmobile rushed out from the underground garage of the Iceberg Bar.
This tank-like vehicle violently rammed through several gangster cars that were blocking the front. It could be seen that many places on its hull were not even equipped with composite reactive armor and various combat modules.
The main reason is that Mason has only had it for a short time, and there are so many things to do that he has no time to make any more modifications. He has even just removed the positioning device hidden in it.
But its powertrain is intact.
This means that Mason and Nightwing can cross the entire city in less than half an hour.
Mason, who was sitting in the co-pilot seat, had been observing Nightwing.
Even though the latter was wearing that very cool, mechanical-style titanium alloy concept bat suit, one could still see an indelible trace of worry on the half of his face exposed under the helmet.
While driving the Batmobile like a land monster, crashing through the roadblocks and crazy bastards on the chaotic and burning streets, Mason suddenly said to Nightwing, who had remained silent:
"Are you worried about Barbara Gordon?"
"I…well, I do worry about my girlfriend."
The young master did not insist any more and said:
“Look around you, Mason.
If your girlfriend was in the city, wouldn't you be worried? Gordon's station was one of the first to be breached, and he's nowhere to be found."
"I don't have a girlfriend, and I don't even have many female friends, so I'm sorry, I can't understand your feelings."
Mason shrugged and said:
"But seeing how distracted you are, it's a bit too much for you to do anything else, so the plan has changed! You go pick up Barbara Gordon, and I'll send the rendezvous point to the Batmobile's independent system via secure communication.
Stop using the BatNetwork.
That thing has probably been completely taken over by the Assassins now."
The young man put his hand on Young Master Grayson's shoulder and said to him in a deep voice:
"You have to bring Barbara back, understand?"
"What about you?"
The innocent Nightwing Young Master was still somewhat moved at this moment, and he said softly:
"How do you get through the city without the Batmobile? Look at it here, it's like the end of the world."
"No, this is far from the end of the world, Grayson. In the face of the real end of the world, Gotham is as happy and relaxed as a psychopath's playground."
Mason shook his head and said:
"Please drop me off at the intersection ahead. I have a flying motorcycle. I am definitely faster than you. In fact, you have been holding me back all this time.
Have some self-awareness, young master.
Finally, I want to remind you that Barbara Gordon is really important. You must bring her back safely! Otherwise, you will regret it for the rest of your life. "
