Gotham City, East.

The spinning drill drilled into the ground at full speed, and the scars and rubble combined with the sparks stirred up on the rock were scattered in all directions.

An electric drill attached to a piece of heavy equipment slowly rises, revealing a hole into the ground, through which the interior can be seen in total darkness. Another device was then opened, and two thin tubes were inserted, turning gently to make some kind of measurement.

The operator in front of the console stared at the dial of various data for a moment, and then said excitedly: "It's done!" Although the purity is very low and most of the ingredients are impurities, the trace components in it are what we are looking for after being instrumentally determined! Dr. Deco! ”

The old man in the white coat, known as Dr. Deco, had a childlike smile on his face. He laughed twice and said loudly: "After so many years, I finally found it!" I told those guys a long time ago that I was right! I've always been right! ”

After calming down a bit, Dr. Deco added, "Prepare the tools immediately, extract the relevant ingredients, and I'm going to take them back to my lab to study them." If I'm right - and I'm right - the world will change! ”

Wayne Manor.

Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, four generations of Robins gathered in a rare gathering, all dressed in black evening gifts, around the manor's extra-long dining table.

"Wait, are you serious?" Tim asked incredulously, "He knows?" Does the Joker know who we all are? ”

"That's how it looks." Dick rested his elbows on the dining table and folded his hands and dragged his chin as he said, "At least, he already knows about Nightwing's relationship with Harry's Circus, and Batgirl and Director Jim Gordon." As far as I can see, it's almost certain that he already knows, but Bruce is inexplicably stubborn. In addition to that, he mentions secrets, secrets that only Bruce and he know, and that he has been hiding from all of us. ”

"So you expect the old guy to confess?" Jason asked, "As far as I know, he's a top performer at keeping secrets." ”

"Father doesn't want to say it, naturally there will be his reasons." Damian said lightly, "He's going to decide what you need to know." ”

At this point where they were arguing, Alfred walked in, set the dishes for everyone, and ignored their quarrels, without a fluctuation in his expression.

A minute later, Barbra and Kassandra, dressed in white and black evening dresses, appeared and sat directly across from the boys.

Jason whistled.

"Excuse me, it's a little late," Barbara said, "doesn't look too late?" After all, the master hasn't arrived yet. ”

"You guys look so good." Dick looked at it for a moment and said, "It's not a good thing to get used to for a while. ”

"What should you be used to?" Barbara smiled and asked, "The red-haired chick who flies around the roof all day in fancy dress?" Sister also has a ladylike side. ”

"Haha! That's how it feels. ”

Speaking of which, there was already a movement of the wall clock in the study. Bruce crossed the aisle and walked briskly to the front of the table and sat down.

He swept around, and his eyes fell on Barbara.

"He didn't come?"

Barbara shrugged: "Roy said he had clues to follow, and he wasn't technically a member of the family, so"

Bruce only nodded, didn't ask any more, and instead said, "Then let's get to the point." I'm sure you all know why you're here today. I'm grateful that you came together to save me that day, and I know you want to know what the Joker said I was hiding from you, and all I'm going to make clear today is that it's just a trick by the Joker trying to drive us apart. Trust me"

At this, he paused, and his eyes turned to the end of the table.

"What's the matter? Alfred? ”

"I'm sorry to have to interrupt, but I think it's really important, sir." Alfred said, "Just got a courier, a package. ”

As he spoke, he gently placed a small purple gift box on the table. The box was wrapped in a purple ribbon with a delicate bow, and under the ribbon was a king playing card.

In the dark of night, Gotham Pier.

From a docked cargo ship, a container was transferred to the back compartment of a truck. The entire wharf was three steps and one post, five steps and one sentry, and there were people armed with machine guns everywhere.

Once loaded, a convoy of trucks escorted out of the port, each loaded with gun-wielding guards.

The moment the convoy passed through a pitch-black fork, lights suddenly shot out of the fork. The two headlights resemble the eyes of a ferocious beast, and their pitch-black shells are hidden behind the lights.

It was the Batmobile, the Batmobile with a hellish red bat on the front of it, inserted into the center of the convoy like cutting the flow of water.

"Run, run!" The first to spot the pursuers shouted desperately, raising their guns and firing at the shell of the black chariot.

His shouts attracted more accomplices, who raised their guns and shot at the Batmobile.

The rain of bullets formed a barrage, colliding one after another on the windshield and the pitch-black shell, "clanging" and dancing, and the bullet casings splashed to the ground, but they could not hinder the vehicle even the slightest.

The engine at the tail of the Batmobile erupted into a high-pitched roar, and the flash of fire exploded, pushing the car to burst out, and chasing the side of the car in front of it. Then the side engine on the other side of the Batmobile suddenly erupted into flames, and the powerful horsepower overturned the car on the spot.

The pitch-black chariot had no intention of stopping at all, and continued to accelerate, chasing even tighter. Tiny hooks popped out from under the chassis of the Batmobile, catapulting out on either side, grabbing at the base of a lamppost.

A black fiber, so thin that it was almost invisible, was left in the middle of the road. Seconds later, a screeching and deafening roar of tires rubbing against the ground was heard directly behind the Batmobile. The chassis of the car immediately behind the Batmobile was lifted upside down, the whole car overturned on all four wheels, the roof slid on the ground and rubbed violent sparks out of the distance, and the entire convoy following was in chaos, the brake pads screaming, the sound of slamming and drifting, and the sound of rear-end collision were all in one.

The Batmobile was still chasing after the truck, and the two of them were the only ones left on the road.

The back door of the truck was violently kicked open. A man in black body armor carried a bazooka on his shoulder and slammed the trigger on the front of the Batmobile.

"Fuck your uncle!"

The whistling rockets exploded like fireworks, and the flames swallowed the bat chariot in its entirety. (To be continued.) )