Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 22 You thought I was Batman, but I was actually...

Nightwing rode his motorcycle around Gotham all night but found no clues related to Batman.

It seemed as if this man had suddenly disappeared from the face of the earth.

With bloodshot eyes, Nightwing followed the signals of the Batmobile and the Batsuit. When he arrived at the Gotham port, he found that the signal was suddenly interrupted.

"instant noodles……"

Nightwing's curse was actually even harsher than this. He looked at the dark sea water reflecting the dark clouds and felt extremely bad.

He seemed to be back to the night when his parents fell from the sky, and the pain and despair almost devoured his heart.

Now, even if Nightwing didn't want to admit it, he had to accept what Martin said.

The Arkham Knight is Jason who was supposed to be dead.

Only Jason knows Batman so well, and only he can lead Batman into a trap without attracting attention and cut off all possibilities of tracking him.

"Oh, Bruce...Jason..."

Nightwing's lips moved, making a sound that only he could hear.

After a moment, he forced himself to put aside the emotionally entangled past, regained his composure, and prepared to return to the Batcave.

If life in Bluhaven had taught Nightwing anything, it was what he would do if Batman disappeared.

The most important thing now, of course, is to let his own people know that Batman may have fallen into the hands of the enemy, and then discuss other matters.

But when Nightwing crossed the city and rushed to the suburbs, he found that a large-scale fight had already begun on the street and was heading towards a gunfight.

At first, he didn't take it seriously. With his head filled with Batman, he thought it was just a rare and unexpected phenomenon.

When he rushed to the city center and heard and saw the gunshots and corpses, he finally realized that things had gotten out of hand.

Nightwing slammed the brakes on his motorcycle, the tires rubbing against the road with a harsh sound, and the heavy body of the motorcycle knocked the fighting thugs away.

boom!
Nightwing knocked the gun of Penguin's subordinate Big Mouth and asked directly: "Tell me, what made you go crazy all of a sudden? Are you fighting on the street without caring about your lives?"

Big Mouth tilted his head to avoid the arc of electricity jumping from the short stick: "Don't you know that Mr. Cobert is dead?"

"what?"

Nightwing's pupils suddenly dilated. He never expected to get such an answer.

Big Mouth raised his hands and said quickly, "Last night, the seriously injured Penguin was sent to Wayne Central Hospital. After the operation, his condition took a turn for the worse and he died in the hospital in the middle of the night."

"This news has spread throughout Gotham a long time ago. Black Mask and Two-Face have mobilized a lot of their men, all wanting to take over the Penguin's territory. Gotham has now become a battlefield."

Nightwing appeared calm on the surface, but he felt a little regretful in his heart. He was only thinking about Batman last night and didn't pay any attention to the news at all.

boom!
He knocked Big Mouth unconscious with a stick.

"This is a big trouble!"

Nightwing didn't dare to think about what Gotham had become, because he knew very well what the gangs would do to fight for territory.

To make matters worse, Batman is now missing, and Nightwing doesn't have the kind of deterrent power that can make gangsters run away.

"Bad things are happening all at once."

Nightwing glanced at the gangsters who were engaged in a gunfight not far away, stepped on the accelerator of his motorcycle, and headed towards the suburbs.

……

There is a pristine jungle near Wayne Manor, which was originally the Wayne family hunting ground and was supposed to be razed to the ground in the millennium.

But when Bruce returned, he left the forest behind to protect the Batcave.

Giant trees more than ten meters high, with lush crowns, connected to each other, cast shadows that even sunlight cannot penetrate, forming the best natural barrier to block the expressways built in the forest.

Nightwing sped out on his motorcycle, rolling up large leaves. As he passed by, the leaves slowly fell down like countless fluttering butterflies.

He just wanted to get back to the Bat Cave as quickly as possible, but he didn't notice that there were eyes staring at him in the bushes on both sides of the road.

Whoosh!
The sound of the weapon cutting through the air was not sharp, but Nightwing still sensed the attack on himself and slammed on the brakes, causing the rear wheel to lift high.

Ding!
The dart was nailed into the road surface, blocking Nightwing's way.

He ignored the dart in front of him and turned to face the whistling wind behind him and the black shadow that was causing the wind. Batman!
Nightwing's pupils shrank as he saw Batman's legs pressed together and he kicked sideways towards him.

"Gotham is in such a mess, and you're playing hide-and-seek with me here? Did something kick your head?"

Nightwing rolled on the ground, avoiding the attack, and saw Batman's attack power on his mouth increased sharply.

Batman did not answer. The moment he landed, he waved his cloak to block Nightwing's vision. At the same time, he kicked out with a whip kick. Under the thrust of the mechanical structure of the leg armor, he burst out with extraordinary strength and made a humming sound.

Nightwing took a step back, dodging the kick that almost deformed the air.

Although he also wears armor, it is nothing compared to Batman's, not to mention that he is not a power-type fighter.

He took a fighting stance and said to Batman carefully: "Hey, Batman, if you keep being unreasonable, I'm going to get serious."

As Nightwing was carefully reminding him, Batman attacked again, strode forward, and delivered a powerful straight punch to Nightwing's chest.

Nightwing's eyes were stern, and he swung the short stick repeatedly, hitting Batman's arms and vulnerable parts of his upper body like double hammers beating a drum.

Moreover, dazzling arcs of electricity were jumping on the short stick.

He, Nightwing, also has a temper, okay?

Stab it!

Batman grabbed the electrified baton directly. The electric light jumped a few times on the surface of the hand armor, disappeared into the air, and then he pulled it back.

boom!
Batman hit Nightwing's chest with his hard armor, grabbed Nightwing's thigh with his left hand, exerted force from his waist, lifted Nightwing up directly, and slammed him to the ground.

"Batman, yes!"

Nightwing's eyes widened at the unfamiliar sound coming from beneath the armor.

Batman takes off his helmet, revealing his red hair.

"But not Bruce Wayne, it's me, Martin!"

"Jesus Christ, this is outrageous!"

Before Martin took off his helmet, Nightwing didn't notice anything wrong and thought that the person standing in front of him was Batman without any doubt.

"I told you a long time ago, I can become anyone."

Martin pulled Nightwing up from the ground.

Nightwing still looked incredulous, staring at Martin and asking, "What about Batman's disappearance and you..."

"I just become someone else, which doesn't mean I will replace them. Maybe in some parallel world, there is a me who becomes Batman, but that's not the point now."

Martin scratched his head and did not delve into the topic of parallel worlds.

Nightwing lifted his motorcycle and asked, "So why did you suddenly attack me?"

Martin naturally replied:
"Just a little experiment. If you can't tell the difference between me and Batman, no one else will be able to do that."

"Alfred has asked the hospital to seal the Penguin's body. We will now investigate the cause of Penguin's death."

"What about the gangs that are fighting each other?"

"No choice, let them fight first."

Although Martin's words were a bit cruel, Nightwing knew that the snowball in Gotham had already started rolling and ordinary means could not stop it.

"Come on up!" Nightwing accepted Martin's advice and patted the back seat of his motorcycle.

"No, I have a better vehicle."

Looking at the smile on Martin's face, Nightwing shook his head. He pointed at Martin and threatened fiercely:
"If you dare..."

Before he could finish his words, a Batmobile automatically came to Martin's side.

"fxuk, you!"

Nightwing raised two middle fingers to Martin with a dark face.

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