Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 21 Don’t tell Batman! (Please support)
Of course, the Arkham Knight arrived before the police, and all the secrets of the Bat Family were transparent in his eyes.

"Nightwing and that Martin aren't here."

The black-clad warrior half-knelt in front of the knight and reported the results of their search.

"Oh? It seems that Nightwing has become smarter. Or maybe it was the idea of Martin who was beside him."

Arkham Knight was a little surprised, but then he heard that the police were on their way.

"Take Penguin with you, let's go. Now is not the time to show up in public."

The League of Assassins is hated by everyone in Gotham because they almost overturned everyone's dining table in the past.

"idiot!"

Arkham Knight looked at the dying Penguin and taunted him mercilessly.

If he wasn't relied on to mobilize Gotham's manpower and resources, the Knights would have left him here to die.

"boss!"

The two female secretaries guarding the secret door threw themselves directly onto the stretcher, and only felt relieved when they saw that the Penguin was still breathing.

These two secretaries are usually very glorious, but they are just borrowing the power of the Penguin.

If the Penguin suddenly died and they lost their shelter, their fate would not be much better than that of street prostitutes.

Candy introduced Martin to the Penguin, and she was even more anxious than Tracy.

Ding!
As soon as Candy sent the Penguin to the car, she received a message on her cell phone. Just a glance at the name of the sender made her heart pound with fear.

“Dear Candy, although you are not innocent, you are just helping Penguin to launder money. If someone is causing trouble for you because of me, you can come and seek my help.

Best regards, Martin! "

Candy secretly read the text message, and when her eyes swept over the signature, her heart almost jumped out of her chest.

Candy's first reaction was to destroy the evidence that might reveal that she was still in contact with Martin, but somehow she didn't do that in the end.

……

"is this necessary?"

Before retreating, Nightwing changed his clothes. Now he was refreshed and looked at the message Martin sent to Candy with confusion.

"The amount of money this Candy laundered for Penguin is enough for her to spend her whole life in jail."

"But the money doesn't belong to her, and she may not come to me for help."

"Then isn't the message you sent unnecessary?" Ye Yi was puzzled.

Martin waved his hand: "Sowing discord, playing idle chess... whatever you want to think. Anyway, I can't catch that woman now, maybe this text message will bring me some unexpected surprises!"

Nightwing didn't think there would be any surprises, and even if there were, it would only be a shock in Gotham.

But he did not refute Martin. He just increased the speed of the motorcycle and quickly returned to the Batcave.

The oracle, that is, Gordon's daughter Barbara, who was disabled in the lower body, and the old butler Alfred had been waiting for them long ago.

With the help of the props on Nightwing, Barbara and Alfred heard or saw what happened tonight.

"Mr. Martin!"

As Alfred looked at Martin approaching, a memory emerged in his mind, but it did not come out suddenly, but was recalled.

He looked at Martin's red hair and murmured, "We did meet, but I... This is amazing, I have never experienced anything like this."

"The traces of actions can never be erased, Alfred."

Martin hugged the old man who gave him two million dollars yesterday and said with a smile: "My special ability is just to make people who are not familiar with me unable to remember things related to me. But when we become familiar with each other, the related memories will resurface."

"It's still amazing, Mr. Martin!" Alfred pressed his head, experiencing this indescribable feeling.

Barbara pushed the wheelchair forward and asked, "So after today, we will forget all memories related to you?" Martin shook his head: "No, this ability is only for those who are not familiar with me. Otherwise, the world will be confused by my constantly changing identity."

Nightwing and the other two nodded.

In two nights, Martin used his two identities to mess up Gotham. Even Nightwing and his gang were a little confused, let alone others.

"I have finished my story. Where is Batman? The League of Assassins is his old rival. He is indispensable in dealing with those assassins."

This is Martin's life, he has experienced these things since he was a child, just as a person would not be surprised by the palm of his hand, so is he.

"Bub...Batman, he went alone to investigate the League of Assassins."

"Alfred, you're standing right in front of me now. I'd be stupid if I didn't guess that Batman is Bruce Wayne."

Martin was not used to playing secrets, so he pointed out the matter directly.

"Besides, are you sure Batman went there alone?"

Alfred also said with a headache: "I don't want this to be the truth, but Master Bruce is probably more stubborn than most people imagine, especially in recent years."

Nightwing continued: "Bruce is the most determined warrior I have ever seen. He is nailed to Gotham like a stone sculpture. But no matter how strong the material is, it cannot withstand the erosion of wind and rain..."

"I know, I know, Batman is a hard guy to judge."

Martin had a headache: "But that's not what I want to say. There is someone in the League of Assassins who knows you very well. If Batman goes to investigate alone, I'm afraid he will get into big trouble."

"How well do you know?" Nightwing frowned.

"Jason Todd!"

Although there was no evidence, Martin still said the name.

"Why do you mention that name?"

Nightwing's face darkened instantly, Barbara turned her head away, and Alfred took out a handkerchief and wiped his eyes.

Martin sighed and continued, "I know this incident means deep pain to you. But I still have to say that Jason Todd is not dead."

Nightwing shouted excitedly: "This is impossible, I saw with my own eyes that Jason was pushed into the sea of fire by the Joker, he..."

"The Assassin's League owns the Salaru Fountain, which contains water that can resurrect the dead. I don't know who picked up Jason, but the other party resurrected him and trained him to be a warrior who lives for revenge - the Arkham Knight."

Martin was also in a difficult situation. He knew better than anyone that feelings were unreasonable and that a living person could never win over a dead person.

If I had known this earlier, I would have taken off the Arkham Knight mask during the confrontation just now.

Barbara seemed to be touched beyond endurance.

Alfred also remained silent.

Nightwing struggled, suppressed his emotions, and said expressionlessly: "Even if there is only a one in ten thousand chance, I can't let Batman take that risk. Martin, I need your help."

Martin shook his head and pointed at his watch. “It’s too late. I’m going to sleep. Even if I try not to sleep, I’ll automatically go back to my bed at home after midnight.”

"Sorry, Dick, you're on your own tonight."

Martin patted Dick on the shoulder and pulled Alfred away.

"Can I stay at Wayne Manor tonight?"

"Of course, Mr. Martin. But won't there be any accidents if you sleep outside?"

"Don't worry, as long as my home is still there, it doesn't matter where I fall asleep. If my home is gone, that would be troublesome."

Martin thought of something and then said, "Don't tell Batman. I don't want to find a bunch of weird things under the bed one day."

Alfred nodded seriously: "I promise!"

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