Volume 2 Honoring Robin Chapter 42: Butler's lifelong wish finally comes true
"Can you do it? How about I do it?"
A small half of it collapsed, and the entire defense system was destroyed. The bat cave was as miserable as a post-war ruin, and a large amount of fear and poison gas remained.
Mason looked at the third-generation Robin Tim Drake, who was bruised and swollen, and was guzzling blood tonics and vitality potions. Then he changed into a Red Robin suit and climbed into the Batplane with difficulty.
The young man felt a little reluctant and said:
"You should rest in that Kryptonian treatment chamber now. Bane broke at least five of your ribs, and I don't even need to see to know that your organs are bruised as well.
There are also symptoms of a mild concussion .”
"You are not familiar with the operation of the Batfighter, so it is difficult for you to break through the airspace that the League of Assassins has deployed all over Gotham at the fastest speed. Besides, I can no longer fight, and there is no point in staying here."
The third generation Robin fastened the safety belt with great difficulty, and in the process he got hurt and grimaced in pain.
However, the blood tonic extracted by Mason using the alchemist stone was very effective, and it quickly reduced the swelling in Tim's eye, which was only a slit left after being beaten. While he skillfully activated the various programs of the Batfighter, he said to Mason:
"I will arrive in Central City in at most an hour to reestablish contact with the Justice League. At that time, the communication will be transferred to the backup Bat Network. You must report the battle situation in a timely manner.
I'll leave Arkham to you guys."
"Given your situation, I'm really worried that you'll die on the way. Robin's job is really a life-threatening one."
Mason shook his head, took out a high-level blood tonic made from unicorn blood diluted ten times and extracted with alchemy stone from the medicine belt on his chest, threw it to Tim, and said:
"If you can't hold it any longer, drink it."
Tim did not refuse the offer.
He took the bottle of unusual-looking silver potion that even emitted a faint glow in the dim light, and placed it in the card slot of the fighter's console. After confirming the route with Alfred, he quickly took off under the gaze of others, passed through the waterfall that concealed the outside of the Batcave, and disappeared into the night sky.
"How's Grayson doing?"
Mason looked back at the Kryptonian treatment cabin, where Selina was operating the medical instrument that looked very sophisticated. Old Alfu, who had just changed his clothes and returned to the role of "Butler", shook his head and said:
"He will probably be absent from the next mission to support Master Wayne."
"no!"
Mason said decisively:
"We are already short of people, and without the help of the eldest master this matter will be difficult to handle. I really owe you, the Bat Family!"
He complained and looked very distressed as he handed the second potion mixed with unicorn blood to Ah Fu, saying:
"Give it to him to drink. It's a weakened version of the potion Bruce Wayne drank. It will help him recover quickly and improve his physical fitness.
Nightwing was beaten like this by Bane. It's embarrassing to tell others about it."
Alfred squinted his eyes at Mason. After a few seconds, the old butler said quietly:
"Your understanding of the power of super villains is obviously wrong, Mason. Bane is already a very powerful figure in the world. The fact that Master Dick was able to fight him for so long shows that his time in Blüdhaven was not wasted."
"All right."
Mason was obviously a little disapproving and still thought that the young master was a loser.
He walked out of the cave to find Mudface who had betrayed him and helped him to fulfill the previous agreement. Before leaving, he suddenly whispered to Alfred:
"See that tied-up kid over there?"
"Um."
Old Ah Fu nodded and said indifferently:
"An underage war criminal who was obviously misled by the radical ideology of the Assassin's League, it is hard to imagine what kind of mentality the Assassins had to train such a child into a killing machine.
He must undergo professional psychological correction before he can return to normal status.
And given the damage he did to the Batcave tonight, maybe we should send him to Arkham Asylum. This kid is a threat to everyone.
He deserves a single room."
"Your assessment of that little lunatic is quite accurate."
Mason coughed while trying not to laugh, and then he put his hand on Alfred's serious shoulder and said:
"His name is Damian. Damian al Ghul, or... Damian Wayne."
"Um?"
Alfred's expression suddenly changed.
The butler, who always had the standard British gentleman style, was instantly defeated. He looked at Mason in disbelief. Mason nodded to him and said seriously:
"Yes, he is Bruce Wayne's only bloodline so far, the product of a love affair between Batman and his icy senior sister, Ms. Talia, when he was learning in the League of Assassins.
I heard some rumors that Talia stole Batman's genes and raised Damian in the laboratory, but I personally tend to believe that this child is indeed the forbidden product of a twisted love.
Otherwise it can't explain why his character is so bad.
The good news is that the Wayne family has a successor.
The bad news is that you may have a busy few years ahead.
On top of taking care of Batman, you also have to take care of this little lunatic who is a threat to everyone and should be in Arkham Asylum."
“These are clearly two pieces of good news!”
Old Ah Fu grinned.
The heartache and anger in my heart about the destruction of the Bat Cave were instantly transformed into joy and satisfaction that my lifelong wish had come true tonight.
This old man, who was regarded as a real family member by Thomas Wayne and raised Bruce Wayne, was pessimistic about the fact that his young master might not have any offspring in his lifetime after Catwoman ran away from her marriage.
The Wayne family's bloodline, which has been passed down for hundreds of years, will be cut off in a few decades.
But unexpected surprises often come so suddenly.
His obsession with persuading Bruce to give up his Batman career, become a playboy who lives a life of debauchery, and then find a good woman to marry and have children suddenly dissipated, and was replaced by another obsession that re-emerged.
Bruce Wayne, the Batman, probably won't be able to change his habits in his lifetime.
Simply put, since Master Wayne is beyond saving, let him be.
But I am already old, and perhaps it is time to start a more important new career in the manor where I have served all my life and have come to regard it as "home".
But Old Ah Fu soon became conflicted again.
He looked at Damian, who was tied to the platform by Catwoman and fell into a coma, then looked at Mason and said:
“Master Damian obviously needs professional mental comfort. Perhaps I should order a batch of drugs from you that are specifically designed to heal the mind and have no side effects.
In addition, Ms. Selina told me that this child has been soaked in an evil pool for many years and some magical influence remains. Perhaps you can also...
Um."
The old butler looked Mason up and down, and finally extended an invitation:
“Perhaps you could become a member of the Wayne family’s personal team of doctors and become our personal alchemist specifically responsible for Master Damian’s health?
Salary and benefits are completely negotiable.”
"I personally don't want my career to be tied to the Wayne family, but I'd love to have another little drug tester. But I think you should reach an agreement with this little lunatic first."
Mason felt that anyone in the Wayne family was so "reliant on billions" and shook his head.
"It is not an easy task to convince him to change his distorted values that have been completely shaped by the King of Assassins."
"I have spent two-thirds of my life taking care of a man who is ten times more difficult than Master Damian."
Alfred smiled and said:
"I don't think that's a problem for me. Well, Master Damian needs a new room, and perhaps a small pet can be prepared for him. A loyal little mastiff might be a good choice."
"Maybe we can prepare a cow."
Mason suggests:
"Find a cow with bat-shaped markings on it, and then have some farm-savvy superhero show him how to milk it to pass the time.
Although it sounds unreliable.
But believe me, I saw the love for small animals in this little lunatic's eyes.
Also, will you allow me access to Batman's armory so I can pick out some weapon accessories for me?"
The young man took out the broken sniper rifle from his bag, and said with full of regret and reluctance:
"Before I came here, I knew I had to give something for this victory, but I didn't expect to sacrifice my most beloved pistol at the beginning. It accompanied me through those difficult days and nights, and brought me confidence and warmth in desperate situations.
I may need to prepare a new weapon before we set out again in order to cope with the upcoming battles."
"Of course, this request is reasonable."
Alfred nodded very gentlemanly, but then he glanced at the half-collapsed bat cave and reminded:
"But all the weapons that Master Wayne stored in the Batcave are non-lethal. This doesn't seem to fit your combat style?"
"No, they can be deadly."
Mason shook his head, took out his engineering toolbox from his bag, and followed Alfu to the armory. He whispered:
"It only takes a little 'remodeling' to make Batman's 'good weapons' vicious again, and luckily I'm pretty good at it."
Soon, with Alfred's special authority, the Batcave's armory was opened before Mason's eyes.
When he walked in, he could see a full warehouse of various types of equipment, including firearms and various explosives stored in different categories.
From emergency door breaking to building collapse, from the most conventional explosive fragments to high-precision EMP missiles, the most exaggerated thing is that there are several large boxes of modular weapon accessories specially designed and produced by Wayne Industrial Technology R&D Department.
Mason's eyes lit up when he saw these things. He quickly walked forward to open an accessory box and took out a black buttstock made of special material used for gun modification.
The information tag pops up:
Modular firearm modification kit
Quality: Fine Engineering Items, Standard Craftsmanship
Item Effect: Accessories with standard modular design allow users to assemble and modify standard weapons in a short time. The special design also allows users to freely experiment according to their own needs.
Producer: Wayne Industries Military Technology R&D Department
Item Description: This thing is just like building blocks. Novices can only use it to build houses, while experts can use it to assemble the Millennium Falcon fleet.
Tip: The blueprints have been included, and using modular components requires Engineering Lv2.
"So is it time to show some real skill?"
Mason flexed his fingers and looked at the several boxes of high-quality weapon components piled around him. For the Nth time, he was impressed by the master's arrogance and at the same time, he had a very bold idea.
Maybe I can take this opportunity to upgrade all my guns?
The other members of Team K also need more powerful weapons, and as the captain, I must prepare for the long-term development of the team.
Anyway, the master probably doesn't care about these accessories being consumed. If he uses them all by himself, how long will it take him to use them up?
Just help him “clear out the inventory” yourself.
Thinking of this, Mason activated the blueprints of several different models of his own critical shotguns on the translucent light screen in front of him, and began to try to modify them with his Lv3 engineering knowledge.
These weapons are "primary weapons" and their structure is simple, so it is not difficult to improve and strengthen them.
In addition, the advantages and disadvantages of Lao K's various weapon collections included in Mason's "weapon blueprint library" have been marked, so Mason only needs to select and assemble them like playing Candy Crush to complete this transformation design work.
While modifying the blueprint with his mind, he looked thoughtfully at the firearm that had been modified beyond recognition by him. An epiphany arose in his mind and he felt that this might be the true essence of engineering.
After all, a good engineering master will definitely do more than just make things according to fixed drawings.
Just like being reminded of the essence of alchemy by Lady Catwoman , perhaps I should add some "personal characteristics" to the weapons I make?
“Well, I’ve always felt that the blaster cannon is powerful in close combat, but two bullets are not enough. The blaster shotgun used for medium-range combat is inconvenient to carry and has poor accuracy.
It's a bit of a waste for a finely calibrated shotgun to only have a semi-auto mode."
Mason stood in front of a pile of accessories, stroking his chin and thinking:
"The most important thing is that long-range sniping and other combat scenarios must also be taken into consideration. My skills are sufficient for shooting a thousand meters away, but my eyesight cannot keep up. Therefore, before I can get a potion that can permanently enhance my eyesight, a necessary scope must be assembled."
Thinking of this, Mason walked a few steps forward past the spare parts warehouse, and was surprised to see that there was actually a small bullet production line deep in the Batcave's armory.
This is a device specially designed to produce special ammunition for the master that has various functions and will not cause death.
Mason had always wanted to get this thing, but never had the time to look for it. Now, a trip to the Batcave almost gave him everything he was missing.
He took out several cans of previously prepared engineering gunpowder from his bag and put this improved version of the explosive, commonly known as "Goblin Engineer Gunpowder", into the device of the bullet production line.
The ammunition problem that has been plaguing Mason will also be solved tonight.
After starting the bullet production line to produce automatically, Mason quickly returned to the component warehouse and began to assemble the gun he wanted according to the modified drawings he had made.
Although Mason was satisfied with having made a lot of money from his wealthy master, he still felt regretful.
Just as he had thought before, this type of ordinary weapon could no longer keep up with the battle scenes of him and Team K. It was okay to deal with humanoid creatures, but it was already somewhat powerless when facing zombie-like magical animals, not to mention that in future pioneering missions and adventures in other worlds, they would definitely encounter more powerful enemies.
If a dark version of Superman appeared in front of them, would they use ordinary bullets to fight him?
I'm afraid tickling isn't enough?
"The next stage of the engineering branch's goal is to find blueprints for more powerful weapons!"
Mason assembled the various accessories with his hands skillfully, and made up his mind:
“These things are definitely not easy to deal with, but the upcoming Star Club Trading Day might be a good way to do it, but we have to ensure that Team K is not exposed in this incident .
Alas, being a spy is not an easy job. "
