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Chapter 49 Swallowing Memory Threads (Please read, vote, and collect)

"Arkham Knight, whose real name is Jason Todd, was the second generation Robin. He was killed by the Joker in Arkham Asylum four years ago, but his body has not been found yet."

Martin changed back into his ninja soldier form, staring at the Arkham Knight with his blood-red eyes.

The mask on his face was useless to Martin, and all he could see was a square face with sharp edges and corners.

Jason has changed a lot. Only a few traces of his past remain on his tough face. He is almost completely different from the photo.

“Who threw you into the Lazarus Pool?”

Nightwing had just spoken out loud, and Martin went straight to the heart of the matter - who is the current leader of the Assassin's League?

"I'm not a coward. You won't get any information from me."

Arkham Knight's body was wrapped in shadows, with only his head showing, but even so his mouth was still hard.

"You think too highly of yourself."

Martin shook his head slightly. "To put it bluntly, you have never been an important person. Your resistance is like an ant waving its tentacles at an elephant to me."

As he spoke, his body shrank rapidly, and in the blink of an eye he turned into the shadow of a small shark.

Phew!

Martin bit Jason's shadow, making a small hole. He then spit out a black thread from his mouth and drilled into the gap. He then began to pull out more threads from the inside out and eat them into his stomach.

Jason's memory of Martin was all blurred. He didn't recognize him at all and sneered at his changes.

"Humph, you want to use this kind of witchcraft to scare me, but you've got the wrong person. I'm...ah——"

Jason mocked Martin for turning into a bug, but he couldn't help yawning as he was suddenly overcome by sleepiness.

"No...I can't..."

Jason kept reminding himself to hold on, not to forget the hatred, and not to fall asleep.

But as Martin ate more and more silk threads, he was finally overcome by sleepiness, his head drooped, and he fell asleep.

Martin ate his body until it was the size of an adult's fist, bit off the black shadow line, replaced Jason's damaged shadow, and slowly transformed back to his basic form as a ninja soldier.

"Pah, what the hell is this?"

Martin stuck out his tongue, as if the concentration of sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty flavors were increased a thousand times and then stuffed into his mouth at the same time, and his brain seemed to suddenly become clear.

Nightwing ran over and looked at the unconscious Jason with concern. Then he asked Martin with concern, "What did you eat? You're sticking out your tongue like a puppy."

Martin rolled his red eyes, glared at Nightwing, and began to frantically shake his tongue that was dragging on the ground.

"Eh...you're so disgusting."

Nightwing looked at Martin's exaggerated appearance and couldn't help rubbing his arms with goose bumps.

"That's not as disgusting as the memory of your half brother."

Martin retracted his swollen tongue, grumbled, and poured another bottle of water into his mouth.

But he is a shadow, and the water can only play a psychological role.

Martin finally suppressed the disgusting taste in Jason's memory and said to Nightwing, "Jason's soul was twisted by the magic in Saralu's pool. In addition, he is a person with an extreme personality. His memory is like a child's casually kneaded plasticine, messy and difficult to sort out."

Nightwing has been taken care of by his parents since he was a child, and was later adopted by Bruce. Although his personality is a bit twisted, his basic character is still sunny.

Jason Todd's mother died of a drug overdose, his father died in a street fight, and he himself was also a street gangster before he met Bruce. If he hadn't been extreme, he would have died long ago.

This is the only way for a child, all alone, to survive in Gotham.

Bruce was the one who saved Jason from the darkness. He admires Bruce even more than Nightwing and can be said to be following Bruce's footsteps madly.

So when he fell into darkness again, Bruce was unable to rescue him from the Joker's clutches in time.

So, all the admiration of the past turned into hatred.

Simply put, Jason is back on track. But the problem is that Jason is a living person, and his act of pinning his life on Batman is irresponsible to himself.

Then, blaming Bruce for the enemy's mistakes was even more wrong.

His revenge not only failed to free him from Bruce's shadow, but made it even deeper.

Nightwing didn't want to talk about Jason's problem right now. He didn't know how to face this brother who came back from the dead and turned against him.

"Where are the people from the League of Assassins? Where did they take Bruce?"

Martin replied: "The person who saved Jason was Talia, Bruce's old lover..."

Nightwing couldn't wait to ask: "What does this have to do with my problem?"

Snapped!
Martin directly blocked Nightwing's mouth with his shadow and said, "Let you interrupt me."

"Jason helped Talia integrate part of the power of the Assassin's League and joined forces with Bane's mercenaries. He wanted to destroy Gotham, or in other words, he wanted to control the Wayne Group."

"Talia is ambitious and wants to surpass her father and control the world. But the power of the Assassin's League alone is not enough, so she turns her attention to the Wayne Group."

Martin tore off the shadow on Nightwing's mouth, pointed at his nose and said, "You go to Wayne Tower right now, no matter what happens, bite Bruce to death and personally establish your status as heir."

Nightwing sensed something was wrong: "What did you know? Why are you suddenly so anxious?"

Martin shook his head helplessly: "I really can't tell you about this. You will know what I mean when you return to Wayne Building."

"Let's go now. I'll go get Bruce out."

Nightwing wanted to say something else, but Martin was already impatient.

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up, trust me, just do it."

Nightwing nodded repeatedly, found a still intact off-road vehicle, called Deadshot and Killer Croc, and was about to leave.

Martin used his shadow to wrap Jason into a black cocoon and threw it to Nightwing. He then merged into the shadow and disappeared into the tunnel.

……

"Master Grayson, please come to the company immediately. Something big happened to me here."

Nightwing listened to the overwhelming emotion in Alfred's voice and once again admired Martin's abilities.

Being able to predict even this kind of problem in advance is really extraordinary intelligence.

"I'm on my way, hold on Alfred!"

Nightwing let Deadshot drive while he changed into his regular clothes in the back seat.

"You are Dick Grayson?"

Killer Croc looked at Nightwing, whose true face was revealed, with his mouth opened so wide that his throat could be seen.

"So what?"

Dick didn't care about that and said directly: "No matter who I am, it doesn't affect Martin's promise to you."

"Now, step on the gas and speed up. We have to get to Wayne Building as soon as possible."

"okay!"

When Deadshot saw Dick's face, he became more convinced of what Martin said and was no longer so passive in his work.

The three of them quickly arrived at the building, and the entrance was blocked by luxury cars and all kinds of people.

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