novelhk Chapter 485 The Capture of Wayne Tower
Chapter 485 The Capture of Wayne Tower
Chapter 485 The Capture of Wayne Tower
Batman doesn't trust Rune, even though the boy just saved his life.
The Flash vanished in a streak of red light before the others, while Rune looked at Batman. "Should we contact the others? I just saw Nightwing and his crew; they should be trying to maintain order right now."
Bruce glanced at Rune and shook his head.
"No, I didn't ask anyone for help. They shouldn't be here." Bruce only showed half his face, but Rune could still see the disapproval in his expression.
Well, Bruce's emotions are very changeable, but Rune suspects that Batman only experiences anger, doubt, and denial. "There must be quite a few heroes in Gotham, right? Perhaps they can contact other heroes outside?"
In Gotham, Batman is such a successful superhero that many heroes and anti-heroes have emerged to pay homage to him, such as the anti-hero Fallen Knight and Man-Bat, as well as the superheroes Beacon and Batwoman. They can also be linked to Nightwing, who is active in Brodhaven.
Batman shook his head. "Right now, almost all external communication systems are down, and the BatNetwork—"
The betrayal of one person has made the BatNet unsafe, meaning that these heroes who came to maintain order in Gotham were deliberately summoned.
Moreover, according to Rune's observation, these heroes basically all belong to the Bat Family.
Rune nodded thoughtfully. It seemed that Jason Todd was very angry. He was trying to force Batman to break his principles in front of all the family members. How would he prevent his former comrades from causing trouble?
Obviously, we need to catch them.
Wrong, there's nothing we can do, the bat family is just that unlucky.
Rain pounded against the glass curtain wall of Wayne Tower, producing a dense, drum-like patter. The tower stood in the heart of Gotham, coldly observing everything around it.
By this time, Jason had reached the top of the tower. Rain had soaked through his clothes, and his red jacket had turned blood-red after getting wet.
But he felt neither cold nor dampness, for a fire of revenge was burning fiercely in his chest, scorching and burning, determined to burn everything in Gotham to ashes!
Lucius collapsed a few steps away from Jason, one of his arms twisted unnaturally, and a straight wound on his forehead, blood covering half of his face. The scientist who helped Batman develop countless gadgets was now in a terrible state.
The pain and the exhaustion from his escape made each breath hoarse and rattling. He tried to sit up, but the slightest movement caused the excruciating pain to make his vision go black.
"I know who you are, I know why you've come, but—" He gasped for breath, like a goldfish pulled from the water, his voice so weak it was almost drowned out by the rain, "Listen to me, please, you can't—you can't make another mistake—"
But Jason seemed not to hear him. He looked out the window at the towering Bat-shaped light tower, his eyes filled with hatred. "Sometimes, I really doubt that Batman has any feelings, Lucius."
"Why was he able to find another Robin just days after losing me? Lucius, please tell me?"
tell me!"
The words started off incredibly gentle, but by the end they were practically a roar. He turned around, took a few steps to Lucius, bent down, grabbed Lucius's collar, and forced him to look directly into his eyes.
Lucius closed his eyes in despair. He knew what Jason had suffered and why he hated that man so much. He couldn't deceive himself, nor could he convince Jason to forgive him.
Lucius sometimes wondered if the man still possessed human emotions, or rather, if he was even human.
"Listen, Jason, some of the technology in here is still in its prototype stage and is completely unstable! Some might just explode, but others might warp your mind—"
Jason's voice was low. "Mind warped? You mean, me, someone betrayed by my own mother, whose bones were crushed bit by bit with a crowbar, listening to my heartbeat slowing down in the darkness, waiting for someone who will never come, and finally dying alone in a warehouse, can still have my mind warped?"
He chuckled softly. "I'd really like to see what I'll become after my mind is warped. Do you think I'll turn into the second Joker?"
His words struck Lucius's heart like an invisible hammer; the poor old man's lips moved, but no sound came out.
Jason then sneered, "He uses those things, those toys, to play the role of a god in Gotham, but I'm going to show him that he can't save anyone, he can't even save himself!"
After saying that, he stood up. "Did you find it?!"
One of the assassins quietly walked up to him and handed him several keys. Jason nodded in satisfaction.
With this Batman gear, he could arm a large number of League of Assassins and ultimately destroy this heartbreaking place, of course—
And then there's the Flash in the red bodysuit; he's a problem, an absolute problem, but thankfully we know how to deal with him.
Speed isn't everything, is it?
"Take Lucius and all that equipment with you, cut off Batman's equipment supply, and you'll get another audience while you're at it." He narrowed his eyes. "The man I remember wouldn't be defeated by a little poison—"
The assassins gave Lucius a quick bandage and then carried him on their backs. The position was uncomfortable, and with his wounds, the frail old man could only groan and moan.
Jason watched quietly as the assassins split up. He knew he couldn't actually command them; Talia was merely asking them to obey her orders. Moreover, their ultimate goals weren't entirely the same, and they would inevitably go their separate ways.
But Jason couldn't help but think back to that night.
At that time, he had just been resurrected by the Lhasa Spring, and his mind was completely dominated by brutality and anger. He saw everyone as Batman and was full of aggression, until Talia came to his side—
Do not!
That was just a mistake, a dream.
Jason's eyes darkened; he desperately needed something to vent his anger. News of his attack on Wayne Tower should spread quickly, but—
Who will come?
Snapped!
The sound of shattering glass came from not far away, followed by a loud shout.
"Let go of my father!"
Upon hearing this voice, Lucius's eyes widened, and he let out a soft, mournful sigh, "No, Lucas—"
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