Chapter 9: Return to Arkham
Underground Wayne Manor, in the Batcave.
A handsome young man with a nervous face walked out of the secret elevator quickly, and almost bumped into a thin old man with gray hair and a tuxedo.
"Oh, it's good to see you, Master Richardβ"
"Alfred, what happened to Bruce?"
The young man grabbed Alfred's shoulder, and the latter looked gloomy and embarrassed.
"Master Richard, I'...... I don't know where to start......"
"Let Alfred go and rest first, Dick, he hasn't slept all night...... Even if Bruce could wake up, he wouldn't be happy to see someone sick for him. β
Hearing this intellectually gentle female voice, the young man named Dick gently patted Alfred on the back, then turned his head to look at the center of the bat cave.
On a hospital bed placed there lay a man with his eyes closed, and around the bed several young men and women were looking at him worriedly.
Dick first looked at a girl in a wheelchair, who had just spoken to warn him.
"Barbara, how's he doing?"
"There is no danger to life...... But it was not optimistic, Tim had already lost too much blood when he sent him back, and he only had 30% of his body blood left......"
"Wait, it's supposed to be the amount of blood lost, right?"
Dick thought he had misheard, but a young man in a red Robin uniform next to him nodded solemnly.
"No, it's the amount of blood left, it's like encountering a vampire...... It's a miracle to survive. β
Dick frowned and took the hand of his adoptive father, who was unconscious on the hospital bed, and his rough and wide palm was now very cold.
"Has the Justice League been notified? Tim. β
"No, you know, can't leak the news that he has no control over Gotham until his situation has stabilized."
Dick nodded, as Batman's original assistant, the first Robin, he was well aware that letting the villains of Gotham know that Batman's inability to show up would cause more chaos than if Batman was seriously injured.
"The question is what about the murderer? Beat Batman like this, caught now? β
"Speaking of this ......"
Not only Tim, but everyone present looked a little complicated, and Dick's heart sank and asked tentatively.
"The opponent's counter-reconnaissance technology is superb? Or is it extremely powerful? β
"No, quite the opposite."
Tim sighed, then said with a wry smile.
"The murderer went back to the asylum on his own that night."
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"So what did you do that night? To the Black Mask...... And Batman. β
In the meeting room of Arkham Asylum, James Gordon slammed the table hard, blushing and roaring excitedly.
And sitting across from him was none other than the calm-looking Red Douglas.
Wearing a red light ring to represent anger, Red looked more calm and laid-back than Director Gordon, holding a little blue kitten in his arms, combing its hair with his hands, and a lazy smile on his face.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Director Gordon. I also took a walk around the asylum that night to get some fresh air β and found the kitten, and I didn't go anywhere else. β
"Nonsense! You obviously went to the Iceberg Club and the Siannis Building......"
"Those two places are more than 30 kilometers away from Arkham Asylum, and you mean I can go back and forth in ten minutes...... What are you kidding, it's too outrageous Director Gordon, have you watched too many sci-fi movies, or do you think I can fly? β
No, the problem is that you can really fly!
Director Gordon's face turned the color of a pig's liver, and Red scratched the chin of the cat in his arms, looking at Gordon meaningfully.
"I suggest you calm down first, Mr. Director. It's easy to have a stroke at your age, and I've heard that Gotham has a high incidence of cerebral hemorrhage recently, right? β
Red's words were indeed like pouring cold water on Gordon, and he noticed that he had begun to lose control of his emotions since he saw this man.
But Gordon seemed to think of something, and walked quickly to Red with a frown.
"That night, Gotham City saw a seven-fold increase in violent cases due to impulsive impulses, and there were frequent patients with abnormal bleeding - you weren't responsible!"
"Who knows, maybe they eat too many chili peppers."
Red didn't seem to care about Gordon, just concentrated on the cat in his arms, and when he saw this scene, Gordon's anger that had just descended rose again, and he grabbed Red by the collar and lifted him up.
"Don't pretend to me, stinky boy, I'll definitely ...... you"
"What will happen to me? I'm already in Arkham Asylum, or do you want to sentence me to death? β
Red's face darkened, and he grabbed Gordon's wrist, who felt like his hand was caught in the pliers.
"Listen to me, Director Gordon. If I say I'm going to stay here, you'd better just assume that what I'm saying is true, and that's good for everyone - you and your men don't have to fight for one...... Well, a couple of criminals caused more senseless sacrifices. β
Red let go of his hand, and Gordon found that his wrist had marks similar to burns.
"You should treat them as if they were stoned to death by a meteorite, or cursed by God for doing too many bad things."
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Back in his hospital room, Red let out a sigh of relief and lay on the bed, the kitten sitting on Red's chest licking its paws.
"Phew, I was really afraid that Gordon really had a cerebral hemorrhage just now, is this ability to provoke the anger of others passive?"
"Meow~Meow~" (That's because you're too vegetable, and you can't even control the ability of the ring.) οΌ
The kitten was not as well-behaved as she was just now, and looked down at Red with arrogant eyes, looking like she hated iron but not steel.
Like the Green Lantern Ring, the Red Lantern Ring has a translation function that can translate different languages in the universe β even across species.
"Meow-meow~meow~" (I didn't expect a guy like you to be selected by the red light ring...... οΌ
"No, I think it's even more strange that you have an ordinary pet cat that was also chosen."
Hearing Red's words, the kitten immediately stretched out its paws in a rage and purred dangerously, as if warning Red.
"Meow! Meow meow! (Not a pet!) It's a warrior! I'm a Spirit, one of the great Red Lantern Legion...... οΌ
"Okay, okay, I can recite it as many times as you say it. In short, you are one of the soldiers of the Red Lantern Legion, and you have come to the vicinity of Earth with Atohitas to recruit the legionnaires...... But you're ambushed by a few Green Lanterns, and you're not only separated from Atohitas, but you've also lost your ring, right? β
"Meow~Meow~" (Yes, you've finally figured it out, so I'm going to get your ring back and go back to save Atohitas!) οΌ
At this time, Lingxing seemed to want to try to bite Red's lamp ring again, but the latter had already taken his hand away on guard.
"Not to mention how you managed to take off the red light ring and be unharmed, the problem is that if I take the ring off, I'll die, and I can't promise you thatβand you've tried it and it won't work."
According to Lingxing, because it is the former owner of the Lantern Ring, it still has a little sensing ability for the Lantern Ring, and when it met Red, Lingxing wanted to order the Lantern Ring to return to it when it touched it, which was also the reason why Red suddenly fainted at that time.
However, Lingxing said that no matter how hard it tried, it couldn't take the lamp ring off the unconscious Red.
Red looked at the ring carefully, and didn't know if it had anything to do with the rift, the bottom of the ring seemed to merge with Red's skin without a single gap.
"So let's work together, Lingxing."
Red stroked Lingxing's supple back, and the latter, although he looked a little dissatisfied, closed his eyes comfortably.
"Can you help me get familiar with the use of red lights...... And use your anger to recharge me, and I'll find a way to help you get back to the Red Lantern Corps. β