Transformed into the DC World

Tim Drake walked out of Wayne's old house dressed as a nobleman. There was a drizzle outdoors, the rain washes the city, and distant gunfire can be heard in the distance. Reading novels is fun

In fact, as the third generation of Robin, he did not become decadent and uneasy as Yeyi thought. He is not a substitute for anyone, and does not need anyone's command. He has his own method of doing things.

"Yeyi lacks courage. He dare not take that step after all, but I can." He walked around into the bat cave and looked at the bat clothes on the equipment rack, thoughtfully.

Gotham doesn't care who the man under the bat's clothing is, he just needs this sign, he quickly puts on an old version of bat outfit and rides out of the bat hole on a motorcycle.

Nightwing was troubled by Jason Todd, which seemed to Tim to be simple and clean. He knocked the other side into jail, then showed off Batman's clothes to deter Gotham, stabilize the situation, and finally concentrated on finding Bruce. This, in Tim's opinion, is the best and fastest solution.

He thought so and did the same. The motorcycle went quietly, running through the streets and lanes, and drawing an arc in the night. He planned to solve the internal problems first, and then unanimously.

The first problem is to find Jason Todd, the second-generation Robin before himself. Unlike Nightwing, Tim has never met Jason. When he joined the Bat team, Jason was dead and resurrected and left. Tan, the name is more like a symbol to him.

"Is it here?" Tim fiddled with his watch and quickly found the information he needed. Unlike the previous two Robins, he paid more attention to the ability of technology products. Many alien technologies have entered the earth and have been studied by him. He does not have the mentality of careful use of Bruce. In his view, whether it is alien Technology or earth technology is just a tool.

The motorcycle stopped lightly, and an abandoned factory came into sight. The large-scale alien products of Xia provided countless jobs, but also destroyed most of the traditional manufacturing. Many people transformed in time to avoid bankruptcy. There are also those stubborn generations who have been swept into the dustbin of history in just one month.

This factory is one of them, and Tim doesn't care what it produced before. He only knows that Jason Todd is looking for it hidden underground.

After he entered the workshop cautiously, the soil not far away turned, and a huge dark red plant emerged quietly from the soil.

Layers of flower buds opened, and two beautiful women watched as he left. One of them had red hair and was wearing a dark green tights. Another short-sleeved narrow skirt high-heeled, with glasses, a pair of workplace beauty.

Observing in the dark, it is natural that the poison ivy girl and the secretary Miss Messi.

Thea felt that several members of the bat team would have lost their thighs, and would definitely retreat. Considering that Tommy and Laurel had also entered the quagmire, she sent a local Gotan, a poison ivy, to help in secret.

Every day and Thea mingled with each other. In the ears and ears, she was originally a straight daughter. Now the secret secretary who was completely crooked happened to be at the poisonous vine girl's house.

"Why are you so messy here?" Miss Secretary heard the distant gunfire, which was a bit unbelievable. Now the whole world is too busy. Do you still have someone here to shoot on the street?

Poison Ivy gently shrugged. "I don't know. Let's go and see."

Behind the plants sprayed a bunch of pollen. The secretary knew that the pollen had the effect of mixing the sight of the food, and walked in a catwalk.

Tim Drake didn't know that someone was following him, leaving a lot of traces, and the secretary and secretary, who had undergone countless trainings, followed him casually.

The underground space is large, and some voices are faintly heard.

"It's unbelievable that you built your own bat cave, Jason Todd, you shouldn't have taken it ... no, usurp that cloak!"

Followed by a violent beating, the sound was loud, and there were intermittent echoes in the heavy underground.

"You shouldn't be here, this is not your masquerade!" Said a low voice.

"I'm not playing a game, Jason, I'm here to arrest you and bring your case. I won't allow you to discredit Bruce!"

The two quickly fought and kicked together.

"Well, look, these men are desperately trying to get some fame." Poison Ivy said casually.

Miss Secretary was not so hostile towards men, she took out the blue lantern ring and used the manifestations to reflect their fighting scene.

The fighting ability can fight dozens of rounds with Ms. Shiva. Miss Secretary's vision is much better than the mutant girl, Poison Ivy.

As if watching a game, she started to explain interestingly. "This Tim is very powerful. Armed force and intelligence have reached a perfect combination. High-strength skills and agile thinking are really what Batman values. Young talents. "

Poison Ivy is very self-aware. If there is no mutation, she is a college student who lives in the laboratory. There is no comparison with Miss Messi's trump card of dozens of heavily armed soldiers.

"You are optimistic about him?"

"No, he lost, because this Jason played without mercy, one side went all out and the other side had reservations. His ending is doomed." It seemed that the secretary was a little disappointed when she saw the ending, the sharpness in her eyes disappeared, Put on that vase-like smile.

As the former bodyguard of deadly Luther, her judgment is accurate.

Although Tim came with an urgent desire to solve everything ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~, but he did not kill his predecessor, on the other hand, the other party had no hesitation and showed no mercy.

Aware of his mistakes, Tim wanted to redeem the situation. Unfortunately, they were both apprentices to Bruce. They had different fighting styles, but they were familiar with each other. At least Jason was familiar with Tim's moves.

In turn, Jason resurrected from death, wandering around the world for many years, absorbing the essence of fighting in many schools. In countless death battles, his martial arts can be called a hundred feet further.

The clever mind did not delay Tim's fate of failure. He had neither the conviction of victory nor the tricks of winning. The result is self-evident.

"Your eyes are full of fear, confusion, it's you who defiles this suit!" Jason said, clinging to a bat dart and inserting it into Tim's chest.

"Funny costume!" Take off Tim's bat mask, watching the young face desperately coughing up blood, he turned and left the battlefield.

Tim just felt himself getting colder, with multiple fractures all over his body, and a lot of blood loss made his consciousness begin to fall apart. He knew he had completely failed. Find this site Please search for "" or enter the URL: