In the former room of Alfred in the underground base, it has been temporarily converted into an alchemy room.

Huge shaped distillation tubes and cauldrons were placed in the room, and a steady fire was lit to steam some terrible-smelling medicine.

Mason was busy working on a variety of materials.

Judging by this stance, he must have come up with some extremely complicated recipes.

Tim Drake quietly pushed the door open, only to see Mason throwing two tangled leeches into the boiling pot, and roasting the strangely colored herbs in his hand with a flame, giving them a strange burnt smell.

On Mason's workbench are the molts of brightly colored African snakes and the strange horns that are being ground by Charles with a pestle.

It's a scene very similar to the scene of the evil alchemist making the medicine in some children's anime, especially the viscous liquid that is constantly being steamed, which takes on a terrible appearance like mud.

This made the third-generation Mr. Robin Tim, who had always been rational and intelligent, swallow, and he now wondered if the blood tonic he had drunk before had also been made in this way.

It's horrible.

"You're here to help? Or are you here to watch?"

Mason, who was wearing a medical mask, asked without raising his head, and threw the leech in his hand into the pot again like a chef cooking, letting the black and purple smoke come out of it.

"Uh, I just wanted to thank you, Mason."

Tim was scared.

The young man stood in the doorway, reluctant to come in, but whispered very sincerely:

"I learned from Grayson what just happened, and if it weren't for you and Charles, tonight would have turned horrible.

Those guys are using Barbara to demoralize the Bat family.

The poor girl was taken advantage of."

"Huh? As one of the best detectives in Gotham City and the East Coast, do you really think she's just being used?"

Mason glanced at the three generations of Robin, and he whispered:

"Facts aside, even if the League of Assassins and the resurrected Jason Todd are 99% wrong, isn't Bruce Wayne 1% wrong?

Come on.

You just adore him so much that you ignore the nasty aspects of Batman's personality that all the is caused by him, and those unanswered expectations end up turning into terrible poison in disappointment.

Hurt others and hurt yourself!

I don't think there's anything wrong with Barbara and Jason's choice.

When I was a child, I was bullied at the academy and would want my father to come forward and teach those little bullies a lesson, which is human nature.

But after his children were bullied, paralyzed or even died, what did Batman do?

Think about it, Tim.

If you were Jason, I think you'd just go a little bit further.

So don't wash him."

"No, I'd rather call it the price of being a hero."

Tim pushed Nawen's crepe glasses and said:

"But I'm not here to argue with you, I'm just here to say thank you, thank you for saving Barbara, thank you for saving the bat family from collapse."

"The price? After witnessing everything tonight, are you still willing to be that price? I don't think you have a backache when you stand and talk."

Mason pursed his lips and waved his hand:

"Go, go, don't bother me. First Ah Fu, then Grayson, then Gordon, and finally you! Hell, this pot should have been boiled five minutes ago."

Tim retreated in silence.

With only Mason and his temporary assistant Kite Man left in the alchemy room, Charles glanced at Mason as he sharpened the horns of the two-horned beast.

He whispered:

"Is this the daily life of the bat family? It's terrible, and sure enough, only such a catastrophe can polish a person's mind so hard as steel.

I swear I'll never say Batman was just a lucky guy again.

Anyone who puts this kind of thing on tonight is going crazy! But he survived and planned to continue to trouble the Assassin League, at least I can't do it."

"Shut up for me, too."

Mason glared at Charles and said:

"Isn't this all your ex's fault? The night he shot Barbara, you gave him a sentry outside, and to be honest, that's the Bat family's good character.

If you put it in other people's shoes, you'd be shot and questioned when you walked in."

"I didn't know he was going to be that crazy."

The kite man argued:

"After I realized that the Joker was a terrible bastard, didn't I immediately draw a line with him?"

"Don't talk about it anymore, it's not a happy thing."

The young man took Charles's ground powder, grabbed the silver spoon and stirred the potion in the cauldron as thick as black mud, and sprinkled the powder evenly as it boiled for the seventh time.

Finally, under the watchful eye of the Kite Man, Mason took out the handful of hair he had just pulled from his head, counted down the time, and threw the last ingredients into the pot at thirty seconds.

There was a "bang", and the boiling pot was filled with hot bubbles, and then crackled like firecrackers, and disgusting foam floated.

But soon, the viscous black mud-like soup quickly changed color.

Although it still tasted disgusting, it vaporized as quickly as if it had been collected by a fire, and then reheated through the distillation tube on the top before condensing into drops of potion identical to Charles's pupils in a large crystal cup on the workbench.

After this process of vaporization and condensation was over, a line of prompts popped up in front of Mason's eyes:

Successfully complete an Outstanding Craft, Excellent Quality, Alchemy Compound Crafting, and increase Alchemy Skill Proficiency X10X4=X40.

"Cool"

Mason whistled to indicate his happy mood.

If he remembered correctly, it was the first time he had made an item of "fine quality", and it was a day to remember.

"Divide them up."

Mr. Evil Alchemist took off his medical gloves and mask and gave a word to Charles.

The kite man carefully filled the strange-looking, disgusting-tasting potion into five test tubes, plugged them, and handed it to Mason.

The latter took it in his hand and shook it, and the information label popped up:

Compound decoction X5

Quality: Excellent alchemy and outstanding craftsmanship

Effect: Causes the drinker to take on the form of Charles Brown, the "Kite Man", and completely mimics his physical features, which can be exempted from most Recon magic tests for one hour.

Maker: Mason Cooper

Item Description: I know what you're thinking, but don't do anything bad with it, because DN can't be imitated! So if you accidentally give birth to a child, it's still yours.

"That's enough of this nasty item!"

Mason complained and carried the five potions in his arms, but fortunately the item showed that he was the only one who could see it, otherwise it would have been a lot of fun.

He walked out of the room with the kite man.

Charles has a headache at the thought of discussing tactics with Batman and the Bat Family, a third-tier villain who has been beaten badly by these bats in the past few years.

According to his own account, he was hit by Batman at least twice in C and Nightwing in the critical injury ward three times.

That's right, the old man and his bat cubs really don't kill.

But it's not uncommon for him to focus on a comminuted fracture when facing a criminal who is evil, do you really think that Batman protects Gotham with love and peace?

And for most criminals, the experience of being forced to remove a leg bone or sternum due to a serious injury is enough to make them abandon evil and turn from good.

From the point of view of stopping crime

It is indeed more effective to beat them than to kill them.

"Boss, how do you say Batman usually convinces himself to forget those nightmarish encounters?"

On the way to the lobby of the Underground Base, the Kite Man whispered:

"Will he have a dedicated psychiatrist? Or will he mediate himself?"

"You see, he's a billionaire but he doesn't enjoy life, and every day he dresses himself up like a bat and hides in a dark cave to monitor the city.

And will often appear in front of the bad guys to persuade them to give up their crimes by sending them to C.

He also has some kind of strange adoptive fetish.

Counting Jason Todd and Barbara Gordon, there are already four children who were brought into this abnormal career path by him when they were minors.

And I'm sure there will be more in the future, like him trying to adopt me..."

Mason said a quick pass, then looked back at the Kite Man.

He asked expressionlessly:

"What do you think of such a person's spiritual world? Charles, we usually call such people "crazy", so now you understand why he can play so well with goods like the Joker, right?

They are essentially one type of people.

It's just that the symptoms of madness are different.

Of course, I can answer your question in a different way of saying literary terms, such as..."

"Ahem"

Mason coughed twice, changed into the egg-sore appearance of a literary young man, and said like an ode:

"He walked through hell without the slightest heal. Full of regret and pain, his shattered face was broken again and again, and his bloodstained hands were reassembled again and again.

Only in this way can he have the heart of a superhero.

And all that he went through was the price of being a hero."

After he finished speaking, watching Charles wait for his reaction, the kite man pointed behind Mason with an embarrassed expression and whispered:

"Well, Boss, I was going to say... He's behind you."

"Huh?"

Mason turned his head and was greeted by a grim metal visor and a pair of dark eyes.

The master's "stealth technique" has really reached the realm of transformation.

"Ahem, I wasn't talking about you."

The young man said with a straight face:

"I'm talking about Green Arrow... That's right, Oliver Quinn, a perverted billionaire who dresses himself up as a green elf and likes to adopt traumatized children to teach them archery."

"You don't have to explain, and you're saying it well."

The old man said quietly:

"After listening to that, I thought I was crazy."

"The potion is ready."

Seeing that he couldn't explain clearly, Mason simply didn't explain, took out a polyjuice potion, handed it to Batman, and motioned for him to drink it. The old man is also a decisive person, and he drank the potion in the test tube without hesitation.

Then, his face changed, he turned around and walked a few quick steps to hide in the shadows...

Vomit!

"Well, I forgot to tell you that this thing smells like the most disgusting, even among the most disgusting potions, but it works really well."

Mason whispered:

"You feel a sharp pain in your stomach and want to go to the bathroom, but you hold back. It is normal for a burning sensation in the stomach to spread to all organs of the body.

Normally, after ten seconds you'll feel like your whole body is melting..."

"Puff"

The old man who was holding his stomach fell to his knees with weak legs, but quickly stood up against the wall.

Under the stunned gaze of the Kite Man, he could clearly see that Batman's height was as if he had been compressed, and his burly body had shrunk a circle, and finally his belly...

The belly of the eight-pack abs is also slightly bloated

Come.

"Take off your mask, Bruce."

Mason took out a small mirror and placed it in front of the master, and Batman took off his helmet, revealing a face identical to that of the Kite Man.

Even the puzzled expressions on the faces of the two were the same.

"How? Not bad, right?"

The alchemist burst out laughing and said:

"One bottle lasts an hour, and I've got five for you, enough for you until dawn."

"It works great, but what's the use of me being like this?"

The old man stroked his face and asked.

Mason shrugged his shoulders and snapped his fingers, and the Kite Man immediately handed over the invitation to the Unholy Alliance that he had received on his phone.

Batman took it and immediately narrowed his eyes.

He made a deep thinking expression that the kite man would never have been able to do.

He understood Mason's plan.

"That's not going to work!"

The young man pointed to his face and said:

"You have to learn more from Charles, you can't show this kind of gloomy thinking that is not a third-tier villain, you have to disguise it more frivolously, more exaggeratedly, and more rookie.

So the rest of the time is left for you and Charles.

We're going to go to the Bat Cave and Wayne Mansion as planned, and when that's done, we'll go to Arkham to meet you, and try to delay as much as possible."

"Lei Xiaogu is there."

Batman said in a deep voice:

"I'll fix it all tonight."

"It's probably not just Lei Xiaogu who is there."

Mason sighed, took out a dozen enchanted cursed batarangs bound with black rope straps, handed them to him, and said:

"We all know you're powerful, and you're probably prepared for tonight, and once we reclaim the Batcave, you'll have all those terrifying and useful plans online.

But sometimes you can't be so arbitrary.

The Barbara and Jason story should teach you some lessons, and if you decide everything yourself, how do you get the people behind you to trust you?

Also, if you don't have to worry, I'll take care of the follow-up of Barbara's affairs, okay?"

He looked at the silent old man and said:

"You know, you'd better stay out of the equation in the short term, and Gordon is my guardian, and Barbara is my adoptive sister... I'll get it straight.

I can make a potion to get her back on her feet.

It's just that this potion is very difficult to make, and it costs a lot, so I may need to set up a very professional alchemy laboratory to..."

"Whoosh"

A black bat card flew over and landed in Mason's hand, and the old man followed the kite man to the house next to him to prepare for the behavior pattern of the third-line villain of "deep learning".

As he closed the door, he said in a hoarse voice in Charles's voice:

"Make that drug! Mason, don't think about the money, I owe her so much."

"You should have said these to her just now! Barbara doesn't want revenge at all, and she doesn't want to see the Joker killed by you, Bruce, and that's what she wants from you.

But you've kept her waiting for years...

When a call is not answered, it becomes a terrible thing, and you don't understand the truth that even a 17-year-old knows to me?"

Mason flicked the bat black card in his hand and complained:

"You always learn not to show your heart in front of your family, which is a serious hindrance to the love of the Bat family, and seriously, you should review what you have done in the past."

"Bang"

The door was closed.

Let Mason sigh at how terrible it is for a man who has had a serious psychological disorder since he was a child because he witnessed a tragedy.

It's a disease, there's no doubt about it.

If you want to cure it, you can only start at the source, but what can Mason do?

He is not a necromancer of the Scourge Legion, and he can pull Thomas Wayne and Martha Wayne up from the grave and use a father-son filial piety to ease the psychological wounds of the master.

"That doesn't look like a 17-year-old could say."

Old Butler Alfred walked ahead with a cup of hot coffee, glanced at Mason, and said:

"Are you sure you're only 17 years old, not 37 or older?"

"My driver's license says I'm 17."

Mason smiled in the darkness, picked up the bat black card, and turned to walk down the hall.

The preparation phase is over....

Now it's time for the exciting Jedi to fight back.