Roy and Lucius climbed out of the destruction pit one after the other, and the door closed automatically. Immediately after that, there was a sound of violent squeezing and deformation of metal objects behind the two of them, and it is not difficult to imagine what fate they would face if they did not escape in time.

Roy asks Damian, "What are you doing here?" ”

"No thanks, Green." Damian said expressionlessly, "Looks like you owe me once now." ”

"I'll remember." Roy said, "Now, what are you doing here?" ”

Damian replied, "I'm here for Batman." A few hours ago he had gone to some kind of boring party, and I was not interested in that at all, so I turned it off. But now, he's missing. ”

"Missing?"

"Yes." "There's been no news since he's been out, and no one has seen him at the banquet. My concern is that Batman might be hard to beat, but Bruce Wayne isn't. Maybe ......"

He didn't continue, but several people understood what he meant.

At this time, the phone on the internal line next to the equipment depot rang.

Lucius went to pick up the phone: "Hello? This is Wayne Enterprise Research...... Miss Gordon? Yes, he's here, do you need to talk to him? ”

He handed the microphone to Roy.

"Xiaoba?"

Barbara complained, "What just happened? The mud-faced man turned into you and came to the apartment, and I almost ...... Believed......"

Speaking of the back, her voice unconsciously lowered.

"I'm sorry, I was careless just now, I was yin by the mud-faced man, and I almost accompanied a bunch of discarded equipment in the destruction pit to be roasted until it was fully cooked, Damian helped me, and now it's fine." Roy said, "What about you?" Are you okay? Does the mud-faced man have ......?"

"No, no, I'm fine." Barbra said, "Kasan saw through that mud-faced trick...... I'll talk about this later, watch the news! ”

"What? Which channel? ”

"All channels!"

After Roy motioned to Lucius, Lucius turned on a computer, projected the screen onto a large white screen, and switched to the real-time news.

"Here's Vicky Vale from the Gotham Gazette on the ground to bring you the report." A female journalist stood outside the cordon with the Gotham National Bank behind her, the gate of which was tightly surrounded by police cars.

"The information has not been confirmed by the police at this time, but we believe that the robber in the National Bank is the billionaire we all know - Mr. Bruce Wayne," Vicky said. I know how crazy it sounds, and maybe a playboy passing the time with something as novel as robbing a bank in his spare time is the only explanation for this ridiculous move. But still, it sounds crazy...... Oh wait! Someone came out of it! It's Wayne! It's really Bruce Wayne! He was carrying a money bag and a hostage......"

Damian gritted his teeth and said, "That's not him. ”

"Clay face." Roy's sharp gaze pointed at the "Bruce Wayne" on the screen, and said coldly, "We have to hurry." ”

Right now.

As originally stated, the Clayman's version of Bruce Wayne got into a clash with Commissioner Gordon and his team outside the Gotham National Bank and got on his motorbike and drove away.

After seven turns and a little clay obstacle, the Clay Man managed to shake off a group of pursuers behind him, humming a minor tune and galloping.

Suddenly, there was a slight puncture on the motorcycle tires. The whole car jerked to the ground, and the mud-faced man was thrown off the car defenselessly, falling heavily to the ground and rolling several times in a row, and his body was smashed into a mess of mud.

The mud quickly coalesced, regaining the appearance of the three-meter-tall mud man, and he looked around with his oozing eyes.

It was easy for him to find the culprit.

Nightwing, dressed in a tight black uniform with a blue marker painted on his chest, stopped majestically in front of him, holding a short stick in each hand.

"Yo, where are you in such a hurry? Mr. Mud Baween? Nightwing chuckled.

The clayface sneered: "Who should I be, it turned out to be Batman's No. 1 little follower, and he thought his wings were stiff, huh?" ”

"Better than someone who steals someone else's clothes and puts them on his body and runs around the streets." Nightwing said, "Wear Batman's uniform inside?" It's true? What gave you this terrible idea? You should know that even wearing this doesn't make you resemble Batman even a little bit, right? ”

The mud-faced man smiled evilly, "But that will cause concern." People will revisit Wayne and the topic of him providing equipment to Batman. The pressure on Wayne will increase day by day, and then sooner or later he will have to stop supplying Batman with equipment. When the time comes, let's see what Batman can do without his little toys. ”

Nightwing shrugged disapprehantly, "If this ridiculous plan is your purpose, then save it." I can tell you the end ahead of time - it won't work. ”

"Isn't there such a saying?" The clay-faced man shouted, and one hand spun like a column of water and shot out, "How will you know if you don't try!?" ”

Nightwing leaped sideways, dodging the blow, kicking a lamppost on one side, swinging sideways and rolling in the air, the stun batons in both hands turned to full power at the same time, and stabbed the sides of the clay-faced man's head at the temple.

Electric shock, one of the few means of attack that can be effective against the Clay Face. The electricity sent the clay man head to toe with such rapid speed that it let out a howl of pain.

But that's about it.

The Claymmask squeezed Nightwing's left hand along with his electric baton, and the force of his hand was so great that he felt like the bones of his hand were about to shatter. The Claymask shook his arm and threw Nightwing out of the way, smashing the front door of a car parked on the side of the road.

"Stupid boy, I can't do it." The Clayface snorted, "Now that I've been reborn and renewed, I can be anyone!" Includes ......"

With that, he gripped the short stick he had snatched from Nightwing's hand in one hand, and the contours of his body quickly shrank and coalesced, his epidermis rapidly deformed, his earth-colored skin changed to a deep black, dark blue markings appeared on his chest, and an eyepatch appeared on his glasses that covered his cheekbones.

"Oh...... Damn it. Nightwing muttered.

He became Nightwing. Staring at the other side, Nightwing is like looking at a mirror image of himself.

"I can be you, boy!" "They all say that the biggest enemy should actually be yourself, can you win yourself?" ”

"I'm so glad I don't have to look in the mirror to know that I'm so handsome." Nightwing complains. (To be continued.) )