Volume 2 Honoring Robin Chapter 40: Feel the love of your stepmother, you crooked little bastard
The collection room's self-destruction program caused the Bat Cave to collapse by half, but when the master chose this place as his base, he had already taken into account the inherent unsafe properties of the cave and therefore reinforced the Bat Cave as a whole.
There wasn't much rockfall in the remaining areas, but the bad news was that the road leading to the Hall of Bats had collapsed due to the explosion.
To make matters worse, Mason and the little lunatic Damian Wayne, who caused all this, were trapped in a narrow area.
When the explosion occurred, Mason used his talon gun to avoid most of the impact, but the accompanying vibration almost caused him to be crushed by a rock. Although he was not injured, he lost his important sidearm, Old K.
This loyal green shotgun helped Mason block a falling rock in the explosion just now, and in this way ended its not-so-long but very wonderful life.
Mason's mouth twitched with pain. You'll develop feelings for anything after using it for a long time.
All he had left was a combat shotgun, a hand cannon with only two bullets, and a freeze gun.
Damian was hit head-on by the explosion.
Logically, this would definitely cause serious injuries to the child, but when he climbed up from the stone rubble, he simply pulled off the burnt cloak and threw it aside, then rushed towards Mason with a broken knife in his hand, howling.
The young man noticed that there was a faint green light remaining on the body of the little madman and knew that since he was "born into a noble family", he must have some kind of protective equipment.
Maybe it has something to do with magic.
After all, the Assassin's League existed before the Middle Ages, and such a long time was enough for the King of Assassins, Damian's grandfather, to collect enough magical items.
Coupled with the existence of the miraculous Lazarus Pool that can resurrect the dead, although Damian in front of us is only the height and body shape of a 11 or 12-year-old child, his destructive power is definitely no less than that of the members of the Bat Family.
that's the truth.
Damian rushed over with the knife in hand, and with three consecutive slashes, Hagrid's hunting knife was knocked out of Mason's hand.
The young man had been fighting as an archer and alchemist since his rebirth. He was very resistant to close combat and had not learned much about fighting. He suffered a lot facing Damian, a young martial arts master, in this small area.
"boom"
Relying on his talent for quick drawing, he fired the freezing gun three times in a row, freezing the surrounding area but still failing to harm Damian.
The little madman seemed to have something like "combat intuition". When Mason pulled out the double-barreled hand cannon, he ducked and rolled, not only dodging the two consecutive cursed bullets, but also picking up Mason's giant hunting knife under the subsequent blue beam of light.
"Nice weapon, perfect for chopping off your head."
Damian's fingers brushed across the sharp blade of the hunting knife, and he skillfully assumed a domineering knife-holding posture.
When Mason used the ice ray to distance himself, the short assassin waved his hand and threw out poisoned plum blossom darts repeatedly. The speed of that thing was so outrageous that it was almost as fast as a bullet.
He used the trajectory of the dart to force Mason to his front.
"Shua"
The young people also fought back.
He raised his left arm armor and shot out four petrifying darts, but they were cut off in mid-air by the guy on the opposite side who held a knife in both hands and used a move similar to the Iai Slash.
After seeing this scene, Mason completely gave up the idea of engaging Damian in close combat. He was sure that if necessary, this little madman would be happy to show him his special skill of "cutting bullets with a knife".
"You little monster!"
The young man complained:
"How did your mother train you? Did you learn to hold a knife when you were still in your cradle?"
"It took Bruce Wayne three years to pass the League of Assassins' Master Trial when he was twenty... and it only took me nine months when I was eleven!"
Damian used his agile movements to dodge Mason's freezing beams like a monkey in the complex enclosed area, and said sarcastically without blushing, or even breathing disordered:
"I don't know how he trained you, Mason, but there's no doubt that you can't fight at all, a guy who only dares to hide and shoot from a distance."
"Then you are really amazing."
Mason activated the combat assist, and the aiming frame began to quickly lock onto Damian's figure in the dark area. He held the freezing gun with both hands, glanced at the precarious capacity of the quick-freezing liquid, and said:
"I guess your crazy grandfather has made you soak in the Lazarus Pool since you were a child? Only something unscientific like that can give you the physical strength and power of an adult at the age of twelve.
It's like feeding you poison since you were a child to give you power, teaching you the technique to kill but not giving you the heart to harness the power.
You are far worse than your father!
In every aspect!"
"Shut up!"
Damian shouted harshly and turned around to throw three poisoned darts. This action paused his rapid movement on the rock wall, and Mason seized the opportunity.
He fired seven shots in a row, turning the last bit of quick-freezing liquid into freezing rays that were shot out. While freezing half of the stone wall, he also successfully contaminated Damian's body with the eerie frost.
The small assassin's speed suddenly slowed down.
At the same time, Mason pulled out his explosive shotgun and emptied a magazine in a few seconds. The smoke cleared and the ice shattered. Damian fell from the stone wall and lay on the ground, his life or death unknown.
But there was no kill prompt popping up in front of Mason.
"Stop pretending!"
While the young man loaded his hand cannon with cursed bullets, he pulled out Maxi Zeus's lightning scepter from his bag and aimed at Damian, shooting a cool golden electric current.
Don’t worry about the attack effect of this thing for now. At least it is very powerful visually. The swirling lightning really looks like the lightning thrown by the gods in mythology.
But it failed to cause any harm to Damian.
The little assassin's plan to pretend to be seriously injured to lure Mason closer and then deliver a fatal blow was seen through. He gave up the pretense and jumped up into the air under the lightning. He shot out the throwing knives in his arms repeatedly, but they were repeatedly shot down by Mason with his lightning scepter in the air.
This little guy has a lot of good stuff.
While drinking some ancient-looking medicine, he approached Mason at a very fast speed and swung his knife at him, but Mason blocked it with the golden lightning rod in his hands.
But the lack of force when the weapons collided caused the young man's expression to change slightly.
At this distance, he had no time to dodge, and Damian threw away his knife and stepped forward, stabbing his chest with two fingers of his left hand together like a sword. The next moment, severe numbness and pain erupted in his body, causing Mason to stagger back.
"The martial arts my grandfather taught me are far more powerful than Batman's merciful tactics."
The little madman, who was already sure of victory, picked up Hagrid's hunting knife from the ground, stretched his neck and walked forward with a grin, his eyes emitting a faint green light in the darkness.
That was probably the aftereffect of long-term exposure to magic water.
He said:
“I am destined to inherit the legacy left by the great Lei Xiaogu in the future, and the Assassin’s League hidden in the darkness will return to the sunlight under my leadership.
You, Nightwing, the three Robins, Jason Todd, Barbara Gordon, you are all just substitutes that the pathetic Batman has found to make up for his missing family.
Even Batman himself..."
Damian scoffed at the nickname, saying:
"He will die tonight too! I will not allow anyone to interfere with my fight anymore. Mason, you should have died long ago. That sniper bullet I fired that night in Odisburg should have shattered your head.
I won’t let you escape again today.”
"Well said, little one. I also think I should have died a long time ago. I may have died once."
Mason drank a whole bottle of blood tonic before the pain in his chest and expulsion subsided. He felt a sweet and fishy taste of blood pressing on his throat.
The acupoint-pressing technique that this little lunatic just used was too vicious. If my body hadn't been strengthened by the level of the Star Society, I would have fallen to the ground with that one blow.
He is indeed a guy who has learned various killing techniques since childhood.
Every move is fatal.
He stood up, holding onto Maxi Zeus' lightning scepter, and said to Damian, who was approaching him with a knife:
"But I think what I said is not wrong. You have all the skills but you don't have the mind to control your power... Do you think it's normal for me to miss six of the seven ice beams I fired at you with my shooting skills?"
"boom"
A violent explosion sounded in the tunnel that blocked the connection between this place and the Hall of Bats.
Just in front of the stone wall that Mason had just frozen with the last of the quick-freeze liquid, the cluster explosion of the engineering bombs easily blew away the thick rock that had become brittle due to the cold.
Damian's expression changed slightly and he turned around, only to see Catwoman holding a sword and the fully armed Kite Man rushing in together.
"Damian! In a fight, it's not like you can win just because you're strong. Otherwise, Batman wouldn't be so feared."
Mason twisted the lightning staff and used the golden electric current to force back the little assassin who was rushing towards him. He also fired the flying claw gun in response to the low-altitude shooting of the kite man, and lifted himself and the freezing gun under his feet into the air.
He landed on a safe height a few seconds later. While rubbing his chest and coughing, he said to the madman on the ground who was jumping with anger:
“You may have passed that damn Master Trial in a shorter time than Batman, but if you want to catch up with his combat wisdom, you’d better practice for a few more years.
The Assassin's League has no shortage of masters, but there is only one Batman in this world!
Self-important little idiot!
A crooked little lunatic.
Don't underestimate your father."
"Mason!"
Catwoman on the ground turned her wrist, letting the blood on the blade of Sujie's Eagle slide to the ground. She stood in front of the explosion exit, staring at the little man holding , and said:
"This is..."
"Yes, he is your adopted son in name and law, Selina."
Mason coughed and said:
"Perhaps you should take advantage of the fact that his father is not around to show off your stepmother's authority and teach this little guy the rules of survival in Gotham, and by the way, vent your anger for your dearest little brother.
I was almost beaten to death by this little lunatic just now."
"You are a 17-year-old strong man who was bullied like this by an 11-year-old child, and you still have the nerve to complain?"
Catwoman laughed strangely and pushed up her cat-ear mask. She looked Damian up and down and said:
"Perhaps I should say the kid did a good job?"
"You! Selina Kyle!"
Damian also recognized Catwoman.
After all, even in the chaotic Gotham City, it is very rare to see a female hero dressed like Catwoman. The little lunatic stared at Selina with even more hatred, raised the hunting knife in his hand, pointed the sharp blade at Catwoman, and said:
"It was you who hindered Mom's relationship with that man. You made her very sad. She wanted to get rid of you herself, right in front of Bruce Wayne, to end that relationship.
But I would rather give my mother a 'gift' myself.
I wonder if you can still smile when your head is in the gift box?"
"You're right, Mason."
Selina frowned and said:
"This little thing has really grown crooked, it's not cute at all!"
"The water of the Lazarus Pool is burning his mind, making him violent and dangerous. Overgrowth is never a good thing. Capture him alive, Selina. He can still be saved.
But if he were to run away and go back to that twisted family for a few more years, there would be no hope for him.”
Mason raised his explosive shotgun, replaced it with a single-shot bullet, and knelt down to aim while admonishing:
"Of course, you can stab him a few times to establish your authority as a stepmother. Don't worry, he won't die as long as I'm here. At most, he'll suffer some physical pain."
"clang"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Giant's hunting knife collided with the blade of Sujie's Eagle. Damian let out a battle roar and pushed the blade forward, but was suddenly kicked in the chest by Catwoman with her long legs.
Because of the desperate height difference between the two, Selena didn't even have to adjust her posture when kicking him.
Damian jumped back a few times to regain his balance, and was about to go forward to fight with a knife when he was hit in the calf by a bullet. Although the strange accessories helped him offset the damage, the interruption of his rhythm forced him to face Selena who was swinging a sword.
Since joining Team K, Catwoman has rarely taken the initiative in combat.
She has never used her full strength in the battle, but in this secluded corner, Selina, who appears as a "stepmother" with the help of Mason, will not go easy on her "adopted son" who has grown up crooked.
She is indeed a strong woman who has been entangled with Batman for more than ten years and can still maintain a certain advantage.
He is a master of martial arts with a very personal touch. With his amazing body toughness and the light and sharp supreme blade made specifically for the Assassins in his hand, he can always inadvertently leave scars on grumpy children like a black cat's claws.
In just less than a minute and a half, the powerful Damian was suppressed.
Sujie's Eagle is cursed and enchanted!
Damian hadn’t felt the first few wounds, but the longer the battle lasted, the more the little madman could feel the physical weakness and mental pressure.
It was hard for him to even concentrate when he was cornered by Catwoman and those damn elusive bullets.
What's even more terrible is the blinding light that suddenly flashes when Sujie's Eagle flips lightly in Catwoman's hands, and it always hits the moment when Damian tries to fight back.
It's like an incredibly precise "skill interruption", making the little madman more and more frustrated as he grows older.
Through the secret technique of breath identification taught by his grandfather, he can feel that Catwoman is not a big threat, and he even has the advantage in strength. However, when facing Mason, he was ambushed by the opponent using the terrain, and when facing Catwoman, he was suppressed by his "stepmother" using skills.
After two consecutive failures and the pressure of the mental curse, the confident Damian became frustrated.
He decided to pause this battle in which he was at a disadvantage and return to the darkness to look for another opportunity.
"boom"
A specially made smoke bomb was thrown at Selina's feet . The Assassin's League's special smoke explosion completely obscured the small area. Damian disappeared into the darkness like a ghost and planned to leave.
This was his first lesson in the League of Assassins, on how to escape safely from a fight.
But this smoke may block Catwoman's vision and make other tracking methods ineffective, but the free aiming frame in front of Mason will not tolerate him.
"boom"
With a crisp sound, Damian, who was hit in the leg, tumbled out from the edge of the thick smoke in a panic.
The bullet from the second gunshot directly broke the hook he used for jumping, causing the injured little madman to fall to the ground from a high altitude with his hands and feet dancing.
"Whoosh"
A black cat-tail whip swung out from the thick smoke and wrapped around the falling Damian's waist in mid-air, then pulled him into Selina's arms.
The naughty child was still struggling, but the next moment his cold-faced stepmother cut him on the back of the neck with a palm, and then pulled out the powerful sedative that Mason made for Team K from her belt and stabbed the little assassin in the neck.
Damian's struggles became weaker and weaker, and after a few seconds he fell asleep completely in Selina's arms.
Kite Man brought Mason to the ground. The limping Captain of Team K stepped forward and looked at Damian in Catwoman's arms. He pouted and said:
"This little thing is so cute when . It makes me want to smother it with a pillow."
"Get out of here!"
Selina snorted and said:
"I don't plan to give birth to a child for Bruce in this lifetime, because that would ruin my perfect figure and take away the relationship between him and me, so the arrival of this little guy might be a gift.
But Damian’s education issue really needs to be put on the agenda!
Mason, tell me, did that bitch Talia come tonight?"
Facing Catwoman's meaningful question, Mason shrugged his shoulders, glanced at Damian who was already in Selina's arms, and whispered:
"You stole her lover, and then her child. Now you're going to kill her after she fails? Aren't you entering the role of 'evil stepmother' a little too quickly?"
