(For the "Dark Rose" brothers, the title is too long to write...) ）

Operation K-Team's "Invitation" went very well.

Needless to say, Dr. Leslie's clinic is where Mason goes to work, sneaking in and kidnapping... Ahem, I mean "inviting" a cold-noodle doctor who is napping on duty is as easy as eating bread.

Wayne Manor, as Batman's home base, is of course very difficult to infiltrate, almost hellish.

However, he ran to "invite" one of the three people of Alfred's housekeeper to be the "reservist mother" of the Wayne family.

Catwoman and her two assistants circumvented all the alarm facilities almost unimpeded, and woke the old butler who had managed to fall asleep out of bed.

Poor Alfred was even in his pajamas when he was taken off the jet bike...

"Get in!"

The masked Kite Man brandished a threatening double-barreled hand cannon against the back of the head of the expressionless old Ah Fu, and pointed to the old man, who had been a senior MI6 ace agent in his early years, to the open suitcase placed on the ground in front of him. z.br>

Alfred, who had served the Wayne family loyally and faithfully, brought up Bruce Wayne with one hand, and Alfred, who was not so much a butler as an adoptive father, felt that there were ten thousand alpacas screaming and galloping in his heart.

What the hell does this stupid thief want him to do?

Crawl into that damn worn-out box in front of you like a clown?

Also, where did they find such retro cases? Alfred, who is in his sixties this year, vaguely remembers that his father had such a box when he was younger.

It's already an antique, right?

Just as Ah Fu was thinking about how to use his hidden martial arts to snatch a gun and knock the three stupid thieves to the ground, he was stunned to watch the two thieves in front of him "crawl" down the box.

The old man swore he was not mistaken.

They're really just...

"Go down! Butler, Batman is dying, and we didn't bring you here in the middle of the night to show you magic."

The kite man said helplessly.

Ah Fu immediately caught the keyword, and the old butler suddenly said sharply:

"Why didn't you say something so important earlier?"

After speaking, in the stunned gaze of the kite man, the old butler who was locked in handcuffs made a mistake with his hands, and the handcuffs that trapped him slammed to the ground, and the old and strong "housekeeper" rubbed his wrist and whispered about the kidnappers' unprofessionalism, while stepping into the suitcase, and quickly entered the hidden space of the suitcase along the pull-down folding ladder.

Thankfully, there was plenty of space in the place, and before they arrived, Mason had placed all the "invisible" things he had brought from the last time far away from his apartment.

In the largest room on the second floor of Old K's magical apartment, Dr. Leslie, who was invited by Mason, is being examined by Batman with very professional medical equipment that has just been installed.

As for why a three-story apartment that is placed in a suitcase magic space has plenty of electricity... Well, don't worry about that.

If you have to ask, it's magic!

"Alfred, you're just in time, come and help!"

Dr. Leslie, dressed in a doctor's gown, pushed his glasses and beckoned the serious-looking old butler to come in and help with the medical equipment.

Selena would stand by the bed and look at her old lover with a sad gaze.

And Bruce Wayne, a middle-aged handsome guy who looked very embarrassed after taking off his battle suit and helmet, closed his eyes all . Fruit lay in front of her eyes.

The rest of Team K stood in the doorway, watching the hustle and bustle in front of them.

They were waiting for the report from the completion of the high-tech medical examination, so that they and Mason would be using alchemy to analyze the results of the blood composition to corroborate each other.

No one spoke during the whole process, and even Zakang, who has always had a poisonous tongue, looked at Batman on the bed in silence.

He will endure it

I couldn't help but feel secretly frightened by the iron will of the old man, in terms of the complexity and pain of this toxin, the average hero would have collapsed a long time ago, and Zakang didn't think that he could withstand this kind of torture.

But Batman still insisted.

Of course, the highly effective sleeping agent Life and Death Water that Mason gave him also played a big role.

"Why don't you reach out to the others?"

The old butler whispered as he helped Dr. Leslie to examine him:

"There are more advanced equipment in the Batcave, maybe using the medical pod imitated by Krypton technology can temporarily stabilize Master Wayne's situation... Oh my God, his skin is as hot as drinking three liters of lava."

"That's the problem, Ah Fu."

Catwoman said in a hoarse voice:

"We don't know who we can trust right now, and we don't dare go to the rest of the Bat Family other than you and Dr. Leslie. Before falling asleep, Bruce specifically reminded Mason that there was a traitor around him.

The Bat Network isn't safe anymore, otherwise you should have received Bruce's call for help."

This bad news made the old butler's expression more complicated.

He looked at the unhealable wounds on Master Wayne's cheeks that he had raised like a son and the blood-stained sheets under him, and the old man's heart was like a knife for a while.

After a few seconds of silence, he said:

"Looks like we're going to have to contact the Justice League! Those bad guys attacking Master Wayne was just the beginning, and it meant that something darker was about to happen.

Lady Selena, if I'm not mistaken, some of the messages on that hard drive you took with you suggest that the Assassin League is working on an evil plan called Advent Day?"

"Yes."

Catwoman said depressedly:

"But we couldn't unravel the rest of the information on that hard drive, it had been encrypting itself in a very smart way."

"The Justice League can fix it."

Old Ah Fu gritted his teeth, clenched his fists and whispered:

"Those guys have to pay!"

"No need to try, it's useless!"

Mason's voice sounded in the doorway, and the young man held four test tubes in one hand and Batman's combat belt in the other, and he said to Ah Fu:

"I've just tried to signal the lookout with the special mode of his combat belt, but nothing has responded. On the bright side, perhaps the Justice League is too busy with other matters to respond.

But at worst...

The computer systems in the Batcave can be hacked and controlled, and we can't be safely connected to the outside world in Gotham City. Those people were well prepared before attacking Batman.

Also, first meeting, Mr. Alfred.

Thank you for your help in Operation Black Gate Prison."

"Hello, Mason."

The old butler tried to smile kindly, and he stood up and thanked Mason sincerely:

"Thank you for everything you've done for Master Wayne, if it weren't for your intervention tonight, I can't imagine the consequences."

"It's nothing, Batman has saved me more than once."

Mason shook his head and said:

"It is only right that I have come to my aid when he is in trouble, and instead of thanking, you should probably be prepared to hear the bad news I have brought."

He glanced at the four test tubes in his hand, which were filled with different colored liquids.

He sighed and said:

"This is really bad news."

"The bigger bad news is that you may need to get a new job, Mason."

Dr. Leslie, who was operating the X-ray machine, suddenly said coldly:

"You're fired because you kidnapped me from my clinic tonight and almost gave me a heart attack! Don't want this month's salary!"

"Don't worry about that, Mr. Mason, the Wayne family would love to offer you a good job for life."

Al

Fred looked at the test tube in Mason's hand and said:

"Let's talk about how bad it really is."

"I used alchemy to separate the blood components of Bruce, and I must regret to tell you that at least six toxins were in effect in his veins at the same time."

Mason raised the test tube in his hand and shook it a little, and said:

"And that's just what I've been able to detect so far. Some potent toxins had infiltrated his body and begun to destroy his organs, and the reason why he had not yet developed multiple organ failure was not because of his strong constitution.

It's just that he has a very special substance in his veins that "protects" him."

The young man took out a test tube with a trace amount of dark green liquid and said to the others:

"If I'm not mistaken, this liquid mixed with toxins is supposed to be the 'Holy Relic' in the hands of the Assassins, the essence of the legendary pool of Lazarus' Pool, which can bring people back from the dead."

"But that thing won't protect anyone!"

Konstantin, who was smoking outside the door, opened his mouth and said:

"That thing is poisonous! In fact, it's one of the most poisonous items in the world."

"That's true, but there's no doubt that the water in the deepest part of hell can lock in the life force."

Mason coughed and said briefly:

"Anyway, after my attempts at alchemy, I came to the conclusion that if you're worried about Bruce Wayne's life or death, then you can rest assured.

He won't die.

These toxins are excreted from the body after a long period of time.

He will wake up and live in relative health until he dies outlived longer than the others."

The young man paused.

Under the gaze of others, he looked at Bruce Wayne on the bed and said:

"But Batman is dead!

These toxins will destroy his body in a short period of time, causing him to lose some of the strength and skills that he needs to survive, and will also cause his will and spirit to deteriorate.

He will become an ordinary person.

But maybe that's not a bad thing.

Ms. Selena could seriously consider the option of marrying Mr. Bruce, and Lord Alfred would no longer have to worry about the children she had raised with her own hands going out every night to fight the criminals.

There will be one less feared hero in this world, but one more billionaire with a happy life."

Mason's conclusion silenced everyone.

The old butler and Catwoman even began to seriously consider Mason's advice, while Dr. Leslie, who had been busy, sighed, and after a few minutes, she also came up with a rather professional and complex report with the medical instrument.

Doctor Coldface took a moment to read the report and came to a conclusion that was relatively consistent with Mason's.

She pushed her glasses and said:

"Bruce's leg muscles have begun to atrophy, his heart rate is approaching normal, and his brain wave activity is weakening, maybe Mason's conclusions with unscientific magic methods are worth considering, but I need to continue to observe before I can give you specific conclusions.

Alfred..."

Dr. Leslie took off her glasses, rubbed the bridge of her nose, and whispered:

"Remember the conversation I had with you when I left Gotham? Bruce is clearly a serious mental illness, he is simply a collection of psychological trauma, and he is a "living textbook" in the eyes of psychiatrists.

Witnessing the death of his parents as a child had a terrible mental impact on him, and I suggested that you send him to a professional institution for psychological intervention.

Now may be a good opportunity.

Mr. Thomas and Ms. Martha wouldn't want their son to be what he was, and the Wayne family didn't need a Batman.

Perhaps, it's time to get his life back on track."

"But Gotham..."

Alfred hesitated, and Dr. Leslie shook his head and said:

"Someone will always come forward to save my brother

Tan's! Maybe it's the alien in the red and blue uniform, or maybe it's the heroic female demigod.

The world doesn't stop functioning just because it's without Batman.

And with the way Gotham looks like it is, to be honest, destroying and rebuilding it might be a better option, which is much more useful than what Bruce has been trying to tinker with this broken house."

"Wait!"

Catwoman, who was lying on the edge of the bed and holding the old man's finger tightly, suddenly raised her head and shouted:

"Don't you talk and think my Bruce is hopeless, okay? You old men and old ladies will never learn to think from his point of view.

Do you think that without Batman's power and identity, Bruce will willingly become an ordinary person?

No!

He's only going to go too far!

He can do even more terrible things with his wealth and influence, and being Batman has never been the limit of his abilities for him! That's just the lower limit of his interference in this world!

I don't want to see a crazier Bruce Wayne.

You all know that the crazy clown always says Bruce is his opposite, think about it! Once a combination of the Joker and Batman named Bruce Wayne appears in Gotham City...

Mason!"

Selena looked up at the young man, and she shouted in a hoarse tone:

"Tell my sister, do you have a way to save my lover?"

Mason hesitated.

He looked at the dark green liquid in the test tube in his hand, nodded after a few seconds of hesitation, and said:

"Yes! I was even able to make some special drugs to make Bruce Wayne fully recover without detoxification, but I will state that it came at a price.

The price was so heavy that it might have been merciful to stab him to death."

"What do you need?"

Zhakang extinguished his cigarette butt and asked with great interest.

Apparently as a magician, he was interested in Mason's healing methods.

The young man did not hide it, took out the book of Hogwarts Potions, turned a few pages, spread it out and said to the others:

"The unicorn's blood combined with some basic medicines can make quite a magical potion, which is enough to bring Batman back to his full glory in an instant, and even heal the dark wounds he has left over the years.

But don't be too busy rejoicing.

As the purest creature in the legend, once you hurt it and take the blood, it means that the person who drinks the blood will be eternally cursed and become an immortal, ghost-like creature.

So here's the problem.

Do you think that if the lord were sober, he would be willing to pay this price in exchange for his recovery so that he could fight the criminals who destroyed his beloved city?"

"More than that, where are you going to find a living unicorn? I have lived out from Xiaoza's family books that the last unicorn of this world became extinct seven hundred years ago."

Zakang asked faintly.

The question was evidently representative of the rest of the room, but the Kite Man, who had not spoken, suddenly blinked, and he took a blood-stained key from his bosom and said:

"Boss, you mean there's a unicorn in the Forbidden Forest?"

"Well, my poor Charles, there's more than just unicorns there."

Mason pursed his lips and closed the Potions Encyclopedia and said:

"Personally, I wouldn't mind venturing there again, it's up to you now, my friends. Also, I must remind you that the essence of Lazarus' Pool has begun to corrode Bruce's life source, so if you don't wake up Batman within five days, it will be difficult for him to recover even if he has unicorn blood."

"He'll be willing."

Selena stretched out her hand and gently stroked the old man's face, which was covered with blood and was still resolute in extreme pain, and she leaned down and kissed Bruce's shriveled and pale lips.

She said:

"He will never stop fighting and succumb to evil

I know what choices he will make, and I also know what I have to do to make my little bat feel happy and happy.

Mason.

Let's go.

Go catch a unicorn for my lover and come back."

Mason nodded, looked at Zakang and the Kite Man, and said:

"What about the two of you?"

"I don't care, boss."

The kite man shrugged his shoulders and said:

"I'll go wherever you tell me to."

"I don't want to go."

Za Kang said with a straight face:

"But I know I'll be hacked to death by Catwoman in the next second if I say no, and if Zha knows I can save the stinky bat but I stand by and watch, I won't want to climb into her bed for the rest of my life.

So...

Go to T's, let's go!

Catch the unicorn!

Tell me I want its horns in advance, and that's worth a lot of money!"