Gotham Sewers, late at night.

The dark purple flames slowly moved down the pitch-black sewers, like a ghostly fire moving along the narrow passage at an even speed.

That's an atomic skeleton. He was leaning against the dirty wall of the sewer with one hand, staggering along the water's edge, like a drunken man who had drunk himself. The eerie glow of the flame on his skull's head reflected on the floating water, creating an eerie atmosphere.

"Poof", it was the sound of him kneeling in the filthy water. The skull opened its parched mouth and groaned in pain as it clutched its head, and the purple flames on its head seemed to beat restlessly.

The sound of crisp footsteps echoed through the confined space, and the sound sounded like a rhythmic percussion. The black figure was faintly cast on the wall by a long stream of purple flames, and the silhouette of a certain person slowly approached.

The Atomic Skull looked up in pain, only to see that the man in his field of vision appeared to be dressed in a black suit and a black and yellow mask, with a single eye as sharp as a falcon on the mask. He carried a pair of heterochromatic blades, a variety of guns at his waist, and his hands calmly behind his back, and the eyes of the superior looked down at the atomic skeleton that fell to the ground.

If Eric were here, he would have recognized it—the character was codenamed Deathbell, but not the one he knew. The man in front of him is the equivalent of Death Knell in this world, and he is also a top mercenary and a man with the title of "the best assassin".

The dark eye sockets of the atomic skeleton locked on Deathknell's body, and he trembled and stretched out a hand, his arm trembling, as if a person about to suffocate was thirsting for life-saving oxygen.

Deathstroke snorted through his nose and dropped a small syringe. The Atomic Skull grabbed like a straw and slammed into its own arm. The flames on the skull's head suddenly burst into flames, and then dimmed again. The Atomic Skull took a deep breath and tossed the empty syringe aside, leaning against the wall to gasp.

"Looks like you've failed my employer again." Deathstroke put his hands behind his back and said in a low voice.

Atom Skull exclaimed, "The plan only said to deal with the Night Raiders, and you didn't tell me in advance that there was a tricky guy in armor coming out!" ”

"You were careless, I warned you not to take it lightly, but you are arrogant and think you have the chance to win." Deathstroke snorted, "To tell you the truth, my employer is very disappointed in you. He's thinking about changing plans and won't involve you anymore. ”

"No!" The Atom Skull bounced up and asked, "What about the cure for me?" ”

"By mistake, my employer only promised to help you out of your pain only if you met all the requirements." Knell said indifferently, "But you've been letting him down so far, so I don't think he has any reason to help you heal." ”

The Atomic Skull took a step in exasperation, the flaming skull almost pressed against Knell's visor, its hollow eye sockets pitting Tat Tat with Knell's one-eyed one-eyed.

"Give me one last chance." He gritted his teeth and said, "This time, I will definitely not miss." ”

"Really?" Deathbell turned and walked back the way he came, and without looking back, he threw another syringe tube, which the latter hastily catched.

"The dose in there should help you stay on the hook up for a day." As she spoke, Deathbell had already disappeared into the darkness again, and only a heavy voice came out, "A new mission will be released to you soon." This time, it's your last chance for real, don't miss it. ”

Gotham, the base of the Night Raiders.

At Barth's suggestion, tonight is another party night for the Night Raiders. Eric sat alone, his eyes casually glancing at the familiar and unfamiliar black shadow, watching her eat and drink quietly among the crowds, occasionally participating in everyone's conversations, showing a sweet smile, and couldn't help but be a little distracted.

He knew it wasn't the Raven he was familiar with, but they looked too similar. But if you look closely, Raven in this world seems to be more mature - well, on the one hand, she does have fuller breasts, but not only that, but she also feels more stable in comparison.

Finally, Raven noticed his gaze and glanced back in his direction. Eric hurriedly and subconsciously looked away, no matter what, it was always rude to stare at someone for no reason, after all, it was the first time they had met.

But Raven walked up to him and handed him a drink.

"Uh...... Thank you. Eric took the drink with some embarrassment.

Revan sat down beside him and said in a flat tone that was familiar to him, "They say you're from another world. Let me guess, I'm in that world...... And are you a lover? ”

Eric looked at her in surprise.

"Judging by the reaction, it should be right." She said lightly, "Don't be so surprised, we have all experienced events related to parallel universes to some extent, and I know that other worlds may have my isotope." And from the moment I saw you, I could feel as if it was a soul like me in your body, so I guess it was my soul that belonged to a parallel world, right? ”

"I see." Eric nodded, "It's exactly like you said, but you're really sharp." ”

"It's okay."

Raven sat beside him for a moment and asked, "What about me in the other world...... What kind of person is he? ”

Eric thought for a moment.

"Well, how do you say that...... The personality is more unsociable, and even a little eccentric. On the surface, he is very indifferent to everything, and he looks like he rejects people thousands of miles away, but in fact, he is quite gentle, and sometimes he is a little tsundere and awkward......"

Eric couldn't help but laugh when he thought about it, "She might be upset to hear me say that, but I think sometimes that guy is pretty cute." ”

"Is it cute?" Raven chuckled, "No one has ever described me in such a word." But that sounds like you're in a good relationship. You must miss her a lot, right? ”

"Ahh Eric said firmly, "No matter what the cost, you must definitely find a way to go back." ”

The two were speechless for a while, looking at Bart, who was arguing and wrestling with Damian, and was silent for a long time.

After taking a sip of his drink, Eric asked coldly, "Speaking of which, the former Winged Knight is the person who founded this team and the father of the current Winged Knight, right?" It's amazing how much you all seem to trust him. What kind of person is he? ”

Raven was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes turned to the window, revealing a look of memory.

"Winged Knight...... Is it? ”

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