Chapter 2282: Party invitation

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It rains many times in Gotham at night. These corrosive rainwaters match this icy city perfectly. The smell of rust can conceal the smell of blood, and darkness can conceal all crimes.

In the top observation deck of the Wien Tower, a figure entered after closing time, and the red carpet under his feet was suddenly wetted, leaving footprints like blood.

This place is usually open to the citizens of Gotham, but the recent chaos in the world has caused people to seldom want to visit, and many objects have accumulated a thick layer of dust.

Fortunately, there is no wind here, and it is at least quiet during the rainy night.

The cloak of the figure fluttered with the steps, and a voice that was obviously distorted by the voice changer sounded:

"I'm here, where are you?"

As the voice fell, two green spots of light lit up in the darkness, and something that looked like a TV began to squirm and deform, turning into a tall and burly human figure.

"Here, little Robin."

"Just call Robin, don't add adjectives." Damian rolled his eyes and replied ill-tempered. Mudfaces sometimes like pranks.

"Okay, little Robin, after all, you have too many brothers, and I just want to distinguish." The mud face wriggled and approached Damian, and lowered his height, looking at the other side: "I remember that year. There are Big Robin, Two Robin, and Three Robin. You are the last little Robin to be added to the Bat family. It's strange that you are the son of Batman."

Lightning suddenly lit up outside the tempered floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the viewing platform, Damian's small face illuminated in the dark, his eyes behind the blindfold were not nostalgia, but something else.

He squinted his eyes, as if avoiding glare.

My son... huh.

But there are some things that don't need to be made known to everyone. It's my own personal business. I stopped patrols and came here to meet Mu Lian, not for personal matters.

Mudface is essentially a good person, or not so bad. He has been a villain for a while, but in the end he sided with Batman and became a non-staff member of the Bat family.

As the name implies, he can change his appearance at will, just as convenient as plasticine.

This allows him to imitate anyone's appearance and voice, and also allows him to sneak into most places and help the bat family to inquire about the news, while physical attacks are basically ineffective against him.

"Times have changed, mud face, it's like you have become a good person now." Damian shook his head, and he corrected the other party: "Now the correct name for us should be Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin, And me-Robin."

The mud face does not have a heart or lungs. He is just a mass of living mud, but at this time he still sighed decently:

"Has anyone told you that your family is too serious, is it so serious?"

"Let’s end the joke imitating the clown. You told me to come here and say there is important news. I’m here, and I can report now." Damian approached the glass window and looked at the brightly lit city below, the neon sign Everything looks like an illusion, not clear.

The mud face knew that Damian was not fun at all, he was not like a child at all, Batman's twisted education method only cultivated another little bat.

But who can take care of Batman's family affairs? You know that Superman and Batman have talked about children's education. Batman doesn't seem to care what Damian becomes, or that only now is it in his heart.

"Okay, let's talk about business. Just about half an hour ago, the violent wolf came to me. After we made a few gestures, he retreated. He left a message. I thought it was strange and let you know."

"What's the news?" Damian watched the raindrops converge into a brook and flow over the glass, the trace twisting, like a living transparent snake.

The mud face took a deep breath: "He said that the clown invited me to the deepest part of the Gotham sewer to participate in a crazy party."

"Fake, it's impossible." Damian didn't look back, his palm supported the window, feeling the coldness: "The clown is dead, I saw his body in the cold storage of the bat cave, chest A big hole, unless the party you're going to participate in has invited a psychic, planning to play a pen fairy game or a psychic board to call him spirits or something."

"Are you actually telling a cold joke? Did you learn from the death knell?" There was a strange expression on the mud-faced yellow mud face, and the green glowing eyes showed a puzzling look.

Damian frowned and turned around: "I want to be like who is my freedom. You continue to talk about the current business."

The mud face was no longer tangled, as Damian said, it was his personal business, so the blood basin opened again: "I have seen the body of the clown, but you know the violent wolf guy, he He is a mercenary, if no one is paid, he will not run around looking for people."

"You mean he found more than you?" Damian found the suspicious point.

The mud face nodded. He doesn't have a neck, but he can control the flow of his facial features on the face plate to achieve a visual nod effect: "Yes, there is a list. The violent wolf personally told me that it was the clown who would invite a dozen old friends. He has already helped eight or nine."

"Who are they?" Robin asked again, and he started to think about it with his chin, and the matter became wrong.

"I don't know. Although the violent wolf is careless and full of swear words, he is quicker than using his brain, but he is still a mercenary after all, and he still has a sense of confidentiality about mission information." The mudface spread out his huge palm, looking helpless: " But I stretched my neck as much as possible and glanced at it, and saw that the three names were Black Adam, Mrs. Siwa, and Spirit Pirate...No matter who was calling these people~www.NovelMTL.com~, they weren’t making trouble. For play."

"You don't have a neck, yours is an extension of your torso." Damian coldly said the cruel reality, and then shook his head: "Will it be the daughter of the clown? That lunatic woman finally disappeared in the depths of the sewer. She appeared last time with rumors of the death of the clown."

Lightning flashed outside the window, and the light left an afterimage on the retina, crackling drops of rain hit the glass, and there was a brief silence in the warm room.

"I thought she fell to death during a fight with Batman. The deepest abyss no one knows what is below. It usually defaults to a bottomless cliff." Mudface scratched his head. He used to have a good relationship with the killer crocodile, but The guy who lives in the sewer doesn't know what's in the deepest place.

The walls around the abyss are as smooth as a mirror, and there is no bottom in the darkness underneath, which is the kind of place that you can't get up again.

"But now the organizer of the party obviously knows that we can't deal with a siva alone. We have to contact the'orphan' to come back from Hong Kong." Damian pinched his eyebrows with a headache, he felt the limitations of his power: "Whether someone borrows the name of a clown to do things, we must all sabotage this villain party, but why did the other party invite you? No one on the road of Gotham now doesn't know that you have abandoned the secret."

The mud face squirmed, and he also looked out the window.

"I don't know, maybe the organizer deliberately wanted to deliver this news to the Bat Family? I can get in with a bug and camera, but I'm not sure if there is a signal deep in the sewer."

Damian didn't answer immediately, he needed to think about it, because if the mud face's guess was correct, then the mysterious organizer's gameplay was a bit advanced, which made him smell a little unusual.