“......”

Dick drove his high-end car and drove Xingle through the streets of Naxino, but the expression on his face was unacceptable.

Nonsense! When you are looked at by a kid with the eyes of a duck, especially when your romantic history is told by a child without any words, you won't have a good face.

If it weren't for his adoptive father's request for him, he might still be working alone in Detroit, would it be necessary to be a nanny for a stinky boy who has no mouth.

"Detective Grayson, are you familiar with Arkham?"

“！！！” The name of a magical power suddenly came out of Xingle's mouth, which startled Dick, and the steering wheel was a little hard to hold, causing the car to jolt a little.

“... Why do you ask this? ”

Dick asked a little frightened, finally steadied the steering wheel, this kid's mouth is really powerful, how long has it been, and even let himself be unable to control his mentality, he is about to be scared out of illness.

"Your coming from Gotham means there's a good chance you've been in contact with Arkham's criminals... Or rather, it's crazy, so you have to ask. ”

Xingle asked, while not forgetting to observe Dick's reaction, watching the complex changes in Dick's face, and calculating something in his heart.

"......" pulled the car to the side of the road, and Dick shouted at Xingle and said:

"Listen, we're just a babysitter and a child, I don't care what detective game you do, you pay attention to the bottom line for me."

As for Dick's behavior of pointing at himself and scolding, Xingle calmly glanced over and said quietly:

"I've heard that Batman's first Robin was in Detroit for vigilante activities."

“！！！” As soon as Dick heard what Xingle said, his eyes widened, his hands clenched the steering wheel, cold sweat began to drip down his back, and his face turned even paler, he never dreamed that Han Xingle would actually throw such a bomb at him here.

"Detective Grayson was in Detroit before, and before that he had been a police detective in Brookhaven and Los Angeles, and Robin, as if he was accompanying him, also appeared in these two places and did vigilante activities, do you say it was a coincidence, Detective Grayson?"

Every word Xingle said was like a hammer, hitting Dick's heart hard, and the cold sweat couldn't be stopped.

Once by chance, twice by coincidence, and what is three times ... Dick now understands very well that this kid is not the kind of layman who plays detective games, he really dares to play with his life, otherwise how could he be scared out of a cold sweat.

And Xingle leaned his head against Dick, and said quietly:

"Dick. Detective Grayson, I don't care what your relationship was with social vigilantes or superheroes before, you are now in Naxino, it is my city, as long as I am still in this city for a day, I will not allow any fancy dress. state is making waves in my city. ”

"I can talk to you from the bottom of my heart, I hate and even hate the so-called superheroes, so if you dare to let them come and go freely in my city, I will expose everything you have done in the past and even the people involved in the world to make you die in a social sense."

"Even if it's Robin, even if it's, that Gotham bat, as long as he dares to do any vigilante activities with me, even if it's the Justice League, I dare to do it, do you hear clearly?"

I don't know if Xingle did it on purpose or if he really didn't know, but the threat in the words had been fully conveyed to Dick's heart, making Dick's heartbeat almost accelerate to the limit.

Smack————! A slap freed Dick from the acceleration of his heartbeat, looking at Xingle who had just slapped himself, his expression was not as cold as he had just spoken, and his expression looked lazy, looking like nothing was going on.

"Calm down, this is not Gotham, it's Naxino, although it's not as good as Canterlot, but compared to your hometown, it's very sunny here, and more importantly, there are no social vigilantes here, let alone those Arkham madmen, so you can rest assured."

Xingle leaned his head back on the seat, and said something to put Dick at ease for the time being, if Xingle really wanted to, I'm afraid Dick would have been handcuffed by the FBI just like the old police detective.

“... What do you want to know about Arkham? ”

Dick doesn't have the idea of playing tricks with Xingle now, at most he just hides some information about himself as much as possible, as long as he doesn't ask about his own private things, he makes excuses not to tell him, and the rest, he can say whatever he knows.

"I heard you slept with Hallie. Quinn, is this true? ”

"Ahem, ahem, ahem!!" No, Dick really can't do it, the question asked by Han Xingle is serious for a while, and it becomes gossip after a while, which really makes Dick unpredictable.

“... Do you want to ask about my past or about Arkham? Dick gritted his teeth and swore that if Han Xingle didn't give him a good answer, he would fight with him at the risk of revealing his identity.

"Okay, are you familiar with clowns?" After the funny joke was over, Xingle also cut to the chase, and it turned out to really cut to the questions related to his gossip.

“... It's impossible for anyone who has worked at the Gotham Police Department not to feel familiar with the Joker. ”

Speaking of that seemingly funny but deadly name, Dick's expression became gloomy again, but this name did have that deterrent power and made him feel frightened.

"After all, why are you asking this question? You shouldn't be looking for me really because I'm Bruce's adopted son, you want to know about Arkham to choose me, right? ”

As Dick said, he only now realized how similar this child's eyes and thoughts were to his adoptive father, and it could even be said that they were on par, no wonder he would be valued by his adoptive father, and even sent himself to tempt.

Arkham, the Arkham Asylum, is a mental sanatorium in Gotham, at least nominally.

Arkham Asylum is actually a special detention facility for criminals, and all of them are fierce lunatics like Jokers, as well as owners of some kind of extremist superpowers.

These people once brought countless darkness and horror to Gotham, and now most of them have been sent by Batman to Arkham Asylum and locked up inside, including the Joker.

What does Xingle want to know about the Joker?

"Here's another report that my acquaintances at the FBI sent me this morning, take a look at it for yourself."

Xingle took out his phone again, opened another file on his phone, and showed it to Dick.

Dick took the phone and looked at it, but as soon as he saw the title, his heart was half cold, believing that a person who had worked at the Gotham Police Department would be frightened by the news.

"The Joker escaped from prison again?"

Dick couldn't help but blurt out this information, this news was just for the people in the Gotham Police Department to see, and they were all prone to heart disease.

"Just two hours ago, Arkham's guards suddenly noticed that the Joker had disappeared into his separate cell, and this was found inside."

Xingle swiped the screen of his phone and dragged out a photo from his cell, the content of which was a photo nailed to the wall and countless cuts, but that photo was Ara's photo.

“... You don't mean to tell me that the Joker escaped prison and had something to do with the Indexers, and that he would come to Naxino, right? ”

Dick asked with some fear, he didn't know how long it had been since he had faced the Joker, if it was really related to the Indexer, Dick couldn't help but worry, is this Naxinnuo City really that safe?

"I've heard that Batman has been paying a lot of attention to the Indexer problem lately, which has made some people in Gotham 'jealous', maybe the Joker is one of them."

Speaking of this, Xingle is also quite helpless, Batman pays attention to himself, causing the Joker to dislike himself, which can be regarded as a disaster from heaven.

When Dick heard this, he felt a little pain in his stomach, his adoptive father was really pitted enough, how could he arrange a task for himself, and still provoke the crazy clown, why did he stay in Detroit and be at ease, why did he come to Naxino City to suffer such a toss.

“... Fuck Batman (. Batman）!!!”

Thinking of this, Dick couldn't help but curse, he was so angry that he couldn't help himself.

Xingle looked sideways slightly, but soon, Xingle straightened his face and said:

"I've heard that the clown is crazy, I don't want to know the specifics, but I don't want that nervous thing to do things in my city, can you help me?"

Hearing this, Dick looked at Xingle, looked at Xingle's serious face, and after confirming that the child was not talking nonsense, Dick asked:

"Do you have any clue?"

"There is a middleman in Naxinno City, and there is a rumor that he has recently done a business with Gotham, and I heard that it is related to Arkham, so let's just follow this clue for the time being."

After Xingle said this clue, Dick took a deep breath, such a clue sounds a bit far-fetched, but people who have not been in Gotham, generally few people dare to make a deal with the Gotham gang, that is to say, any business related to Gotham may be a breakthrough.

"Where is that man?"

"To the east of Nacino City, there's a gang club that goes there a lot, and most of them brag about who they do business with."

After Xingle finished speaking, he entered the location on the car's navigation.

"Don't you know where he lives?"

"Every middleman has a dozen or twenty houses as safe houses, and God knows which room he sleeps in today."

After Xingle entered, Dick had no choice but to follow the navigation, drove the car, and drove towards the so-called club.

And in the process, Xingle didn't feel that a new substance was being generated in his blood, changing his body.

And on the other side...

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Gotham Port

"Haha!! Happy birthday to Uncle Clown! ”

In the midst of a mad laugh, Gotham Harbor was greeted with an unprecedented disaster......