Volume 2 Honoring Robin Chapter 41 How can you be a mercenary and take drugs every day? Quit!
Taking care of Damian Wayne does not mean that the crisis in the Batcave has been reduced, even though Team K shot Killer Croc in the head, defeated Mr. Freeze, paralyzed Scarecrow, and "incited" Clayface to rebel, causing almost all the black warriors in the Batcave to be buried in mud.
But the Assassin's League still has a huge advantage.
Because they still have Bane!
Even without most of his subordinates, the secret weapon, the Man-Bat Warriors, were driven away from the Batcave by Clayface who was eager to lift the curse, but the powerful Bane could win without these weak guys!
At this moment in the Bat Hall, Bane, wearing a heavy breathing mask, was fighting with Nightwing, the third generation Robin and Alfred in the fear gas left by Scarecrow.
Fighting one against three, Bane did not fall into a disadvantage at all.
On the contrary, the three people on the opposite side became vulnerable because Bane had deliberately destroyed their gas masks, causing them to inhale some fear gas, and were unable to cause any effective damage to the furious mercenary king.
The scene looked like a strong man brutally abusing three fugitives.
Bane was holding a piece of steel that was severely deformed due to multiple blows. It was something he had removed from the Batmobile with his bare hands. Nightwing's titanium alloy suit was too strong, so Bane had to rely on external objects to effectively kill Grayson.
He strode up the steps of the Bat Hall platform, dragging steel behind him with a low sound, and as he walked, he made a hoarse voice under the heavy breathing mask that looked like a black and white skull.
"Like baby birds in a nest, screaming for their mother... Without Batman, you can't even fight! How sad! He taught you how to fight but didn't teach you to be a real warrior.
But it doesn't matter.
The lesson you missed will be made up today!"
Bane seemed to grow stronger with every breath he took as he walked.
This is not an illusion.
Some green liquid was being injected into his brain through a reinforced hose from a special instrument on his back that was connected to his unique battle suit.
This "Titan poison" that only Bane is able to "enjoy" is stimulating his body, making his already strong muscles bulge even more, and the enhanced strength even makes his senses become sharper.
The shadow on the ground expanded and distorted like a hungry predator searching for prey.
"boom"
Alfred, hiding on a high platform, gritted his teeth to keep himself sane under the influence of the fear gas. This elderly ace agent and former battlefield warrior held the gun in both hands and shot at Bane from a high position.
The modified bullet spun and hit Bane's neck. This fatal shot should have torn the throat of this dangerous man, but due to the enhancement of the "special poison", the bullet only hit the muscle and could no longer move forward.
The blood flowing out made Bane feel painful. He swung his hand and threw the steel in his hand into the air, as easy as throwing a basketball.
Alfred dodged with a tactical roll, but the flying steel hit the grappling hook with terrifying force, causing the platform to tilt and dump a large amount of items onto the ground.
The force of the projectile proved that Bane, who was strengthened by poison, had gone beyond the category of "normal person". The force of that punch was definitely enough to beat a cow into a paste.
"Ha! I got you!"
Bane ignored the old butler hanging in the air. He strode forward, breathing heavily, and punched through the wall in front of him, pulling Nightwing out of his hiding place amid the splattering of bricks and stones.
But the young master was hiding there not because he was afraid of fighting.
When he was pulled out, two golden bat knives were also pulled out. The cursed weapons borrowed by Mason crossed and cut bloody marks on Bane's chest.
The weakness curse made the mercenary king of the Assassin's League scream and smash Nightwing against the wall in front of him like a wrestler.
At the same time, the badly beaten third-generation Robin Tim also rolled over from the ground, grabbed four sedatives in both hands and stabbed them into Bane's calf.
The Sons of the Bat have not given up the fight!
Bane's movements were slowed by the curse and the sedative.
The eldest and third young masters smashed the wall and rushed forward with a round of attacks, knocking Bane to the ground, but a larger amount of toxin was injected into his brain, allowing Bane to quickly get rid of his weakness.
He roared like a polar bear and seemed to have completely entered "berserk mode".
He grabbed the Robins' arms one by one and swung them up from where they were, smashing them against the Batcomputer platform behind him, causing sparks to fly everywhere.
While the eldest and third young masters were struggling to hold back the mad Bane, the Kite Man and Mason quietly flew through the air and rescued the old butler who was hanging there.
Mason shot out the grappling gun and carried Alfred into the air and landed on a higher Batfighter platform.
He gave the last stimulant he had to the trembling Butler who was holding his head and struggling to resist the fear gas, and it quickly brought him back to consciousness.
"That madman Bane has been strengthened by poison to the point of being almost invulnerable to weapons. Nothing but sniper bullets can penetrate his hardened skin.
Forget about assassination with cold weapons.
His self-healing ability is no worse than Killer Croc's.
We need a bigger caliber weapon to bury that bastard."
Mason pointed to the Batfighter behind him that was fixed to the platform by a special electronic lock, and said to the old butler whose body was covered in blood:
"Is there any way to make it move?"
"The Batcomputer was destroyed by Bane, and all the equipment in the Batcave has been forcibly shut down. My permissions do not allow me to open that special lock."
The old butler shook his head and said:
"It's even more impossible to break it into pieces. Master Wayne has set up a contingency plan for this situation. Unless we detonate the entire Batcave... Um, what are you doing?
Why take out the disassembly tools?"
Alfred looked in amazement as Mason took out a toolbox and took out strange wrenches and screwdrivers from it. He said with wide eyes:
"Mason! Don't tell me you're going to remove this $10 million lock with your bare hands?"
"Why not give it a try?"
Mason pouted.
He felt that he would never be able to open the lock. His engineering skills had not yet advanced to the point where he could crack the bat's black technology, but destruction was always much easier than opening it step by step.
It's just like defusing a bomb.
"The two little guys down there are almost being beaten to death, think of a solution, Mason!"
Catwoman, holding Damian, also came to the high-altitude platform with a grappling gun. She looked worriedly at the eldest and third young masters who were being beaten by the increasingly crazy Bane below.
To be honest, Nightwing's combat capability is top-notch in Gotham's environment.
The third young master, Tim, is slightly worse.
But he is a detective and has always relied on his brain to make a living.
The two of them have a great chance of winning against any villain in Gotham, but tonight they have to face the terrifying Bane who can break Batman's back head-on while being weakened by the fear gas.
You have to know that even the old man didn't win every time against Bane, and Batman would never choose this head-on confrontation tactic when Bane has been strengthened with poison.
Because he knew he couldn't win!
"use this."
Mason opened the control panel on the heavy electronic lock shell that clamped the Batfighter, revealing the extremely sophisticated structure encapsulated inside.
While preparing to "defuse the bomb", he took out all .
He stuffed the potions into the hands of the three people in front of him and said to them:
"I don't have the formula for Bane's poison, so I can't make an antidote on the spot. I can only use this... um, wait, we have a better way to deal with him!"
Mason suddenly thought of something he had overlooked.
He opened the suitcase and took out a test tube filled with silver liquid. When Alfred saw this thing, his eyes widened and he said:
"Unicorn blood? We're trying to defeat him, not heal him, Mason! I appreciate your sense of humor, but we don't need this right now."
"No! Boss wants to purify those toxins!"
This time, Kite Man gave a rare answer.
He looked at Bane who was wreaking havoc like a wild beast below. The poison injected into that guy's body must have reached a certain limit.
Those strengthening drugs made Bane's upper body muscles bulge into almost an inverted triangle "hill".
Even the young master wearing a titanium alloy battle suit did not dare to fight Bane head-on. One punch from the mercenary king in this form was enough to kill him and his armor on the spot.
And Bane's speed has also been enhanced.
When dodging and chasing, he was as fast as lightning, and even flashed over a distance of five meters like "teleportation", raised Tim's hands and threw him more than ten meters away like a ball.
"He's just like a weaker version of Superman."
Mason complained.
Then he diluted some of the unicorn blood in his hand into the various antidotes in the hands of the three people in front of him, put the rest back into the box, and said:
“This blood is cursed, but it still has a strong purifying effect. Find a way to inject this antidote into Bane’s body.
Or directly mixed into the 'poison' he used.
This amount of doses is enough to cleanse the enhancements given to him by the poisons, and maybe even cure this guy's drug addiction.
Of course, the price is that Bane will have to live as a ghost for the rest of his life, but I think a super villain who refuses to change his ways probably won’t care about that.”
"Although the weapons room was looted by the League of Assassins, it still contains the super tranquilizer gun designed by Young Master Wayne to capture Superman!"
The Butler immediately stood up and said something extraordinary. He said to the Kite Man:
"Take us there. That injection gun should be enough to inject the antidote into Bane's body... Wait, who is this kid? Why do his eyes look so much like..."
"Oh, let's talk about these little things later!"
The kite man grabbed the old butler's hand and spread out his kite, carrying him down from a height of more than ten meters to the weapons room that had been looted by the Assassin's League.
Catwoman stayed where she was and tied Damian to the platform with a cattail whip. She glanced at Mason who was dealing with the sophisticated electronic lock and said:
"You are not allowed to bully him, do you hear me?"
"Tsk, some jewel thieves haven't even become Mrs. Wayne yet, but they've already started to learn how to be a good wife and mother?"
Mason entered the working state without raising his head. He clamped the chip in the lock with the engineering wrench in his hand, frowned, and tried to use his engineering knowledge to understand the operating mode of these mysterious things in front of him.
He taunted.
But Catwoman just bared her teeth at him, then pulled the trigger and fired the grappling gun towards the weapons room.
Two minutes later, three people holding tranquilizer guns said to be designed by Batman to counter Superman began shooting at Bane. The antidotes mixed with the cursed unicorn blood had a significant effect when injected into Bane's body.
Crazy Bane, who had been somewhat irrational due to the toxic enhancement of the poison, felt that his IQ was slowly returning, while his violent strength was rapidly fading.
It was as if something strange and sacred was injected into his blood vessels and began to run rampant in his body, which had long since adapted to the poison. Wherever it went, it healed the organs that had been deformed by long-term drug use and restored them to their original normal state.
This should be a good thing.
But that may not be the case for Bain.
Even without the strengthening of this poison, he is still the most dangerous mercenary and assassin in the world, but he has long been accustomed to using poison to gain an advantage when he is at a disadvantage and has developed a serious "drug addiction."
The result of being suddenly cured was that Bane was unable to adapt to the upcoming "health" for a while.
He originally grabbed Nightwing and prepared to give the young master a "Dr. Bane-style spinal correction" so that the first Robin could also experience Batman's "treatment process" back then.
However, the healthy feeling surging through his body and the poison continuously injected into his brain caused a violent reaction, causing Bane, whose burly figure "shrinked" rapidly, to stagger backward while coughing up blood and throwing Nightwing to the ground.
"Grayson, go ahead!"
Alfred threw the injection gun in his hand at the young master, whose face was covered in blood and who had thrown away his armor and weapons.
The latter, with a bruised face and nose, jumped up with gritted teeth, caught the injection gun in the air, wrapped his legs around Bane's neck like a spider, grabbed the syringe with both hands and fiercely inserted the thing into the poison canister behind Bane.
The moment this thing was injected into the poison tank, the toxin that Bane relied on for survival was quickly purified.
The blood of the cursed unicorn is still pure blood, and this sacred substance is extremely effective against all man-made toxins.
"Ah! Get out of here!"
Bane screamed and pushed the young master away.
He also fell awkwardly from the edge of the Batcomputer platform into the puddle below. He struggled to grab the tube connected to the back of his head, and for the first time, he actively rather than passively pulled that thing off his body.
But it was too late.
The unicorn blood and the antidote took effect at the same time, and Bane's strong but weird figure quickly recovered to the sturdy and healthy body he should have.
He could feel a sense of relief he had never felt before, but at the same time, the curse of taking the cursed unicorn blood was also clinging to him like a shadow.
Let him begin to hate all light, hate everything that exists before his eyes!
The heavy sin weighing on his heart made Bane, the king of tough guys, feel so guilty that he wanted to hold his head and cry for a moment, so much so that he thought he must be crazy!
"boom"
A loud mechanical noise also sounded on the high platform.
Alfred and the others turned around and saw that the Batfighter, which was originally locked on the platform, was slowly rising into the air.
"Did you untie it?"
The old butler exclaimed.
The next moment, Mason's answer came:
"No, I didn't unlock it, I just destroyed it. I don't think a $10 million lock would have a 'factory reset' feature.
Sorry, but Batman might need to spend a little extra money to get himself a new lock.
Ah Fu, let me confirm.
The Batplane's weapons system is in non-lethal mode, right?"
Alfred immediately realized what Mason was going to do. The old butler, covered in blood, finally breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against the railing next to him, whispering:
"Fire, no one will die."
"receive!"
Mason, sitting in the cockpit, spread out the red fire button.
The Batfighter's weapon system came online, and a bat-shaped aiming frame locked onto the "Purified" Bane who was holding his head and screaming in the pool.
The next moment, the black large-caliber machine gun started to spin, and in just a few seconds, Bane and the pool were buried under the collapsed rock wall.
"Successfully completed the cracking of an outstanding craftsmanship, excellent quality, and precision technology device. The proficiency of engineering skills increased by X40 and is currently Lv3."
Looking at the skill advancement prompt that popped up in front of him, Mason released the fire button.
He let out a long breath, patted the control panel full of buttons beside him, and in a very unskilled manner slowly stopped the ghostly Batfighter on the platform below the Batcave.
When he jumped out of the fighter plane, he patted the outer shell of the thing and swore secretly:
"Such an awesome plane, I must get one when I have money in the future!"
