Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 56: Merciless Mother
Martin had the same idea as Bruce, but he did not use his shadow ability to spy on Talia.

Although Talia is a world apart from his father Lars, she is not stupid enough to talk nonsense in someone else's lair.

Martin didn't want to alert the person behind Talia, so he gave up the idea of knocking her out first and crawled out from Dick's shadow.

"Martin..."

"Shh!"

Martin covered Dick's mouth, then smiled and nodded to Alfred who was standing on the side.

"Mr. Martin!"

Alfred learned Martin's identity today from Dick, and was not surprised when he saw the ninja emerging from the shadows.

Martin nodded in return to the old butler, then let go of Dick and said to him, "Can't you learn from Alfred and calm down and not make a fuss?"

Dick rolled his eyes at him. “It’s normal for me to be scared when you suddenly appeared from the shadows.”

"No kidding!"

Martin pulled Dick to sit down and said to him, "I have rescued Bruce. Talia may jump out of desperation at any time. Let the guards in the building be prepared to be attacked."

Alfred nodded and walked out of the room to find the guard.

Dick looked at Martin, who was sitting motionless in the chair, and knew that calling the guard was just an appetizer, and he must have something else to say.

"I hate this feeling."

Dick often felt powerless when facing Bruce because he could never keep up with his thinking. The same was true when facing Martin.

"Tell me, why don't you just arrest Talia?"

Martin sensed the actions of everyone on the entire floor through their shadows, and asked in a relaxed tone, "What kind of person do you think Talia is?"

Dick tilted his head, searching his few memories, and then said: "He was cruel and merciless, and killed people like crazy..."

"Stop, stop, stop. Are you talking about a human being?"

Martin urgently stopped Dick's stereotype award.

Dick was unconvinced: "So what kind of person do you think Talia is?"

"Great ambition but little talent."

Martin explained: "Talia has always wanted to inherit the League of Assassins from Lars, but her plans have repeatedly failed, and most of them are due to Batman."

"As time went on, this woman's ambitions grew, but her hope of defeating Batman became increasingly slim. So she dug out Jason Todd, hoping to use this as a breakthrough point."

Dick clapped his hands. "That's right. Let's arrest Talia now. Without a leader, the Assassin's League will be unable to cause any trouble."

"Are you serious?" Martin snorted.

Dick sat down obediently: "It's just a joke. Talia is not capable of letting two arrogant people like Bane and the Joker do things for her. There must be someone else behind this."

"So we have to wait. Wayne Company is here. Bruce is out of their control. The initiative is in our hands."

Martin held his head with both hands, listened quietly to Shadow's voice, and said to Dick: "It would be better if they didn't take action. This way, you would have time to put Gotham City in order."

Dick frowned slightly, "Where's Bruce? This is his company."

"The bullet that is not fired is the most threatening."

Dick nodded, leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms, and waited.

Waiting is a long torture.

So the first training Dick received was patience training.

He held his breathing, controlled himself from making any other small movements, and concentrated on recalling the clues of the Assassin's League.

Suddenly, there was a sound of a door breaking next door, followed by the sound of gunshots.

Dick stood up subconsciously, but he didn't have any equipment with him, and everything that could prove he was Nightwing was hidden. He was eager to save people, but touching his thin suit, he finally gave up this act of suicide and looked at the leisurely Martin.

"Now it's your turn to save people!"

Martin stood up slowly. Although the gunfire outside was fierce, under the leadership of Deadshot and Killer Croc, the two sides were evenly matched in the fight against the ninjas that rushed in.

The directors next door were fine. They all huddled behind their desks, trembling with fear from the gunshots.

And Talia left her room and was approaching the room where Dick and Martin were.

"Be careful, Talia is coming."

Martin frowned, protected Dick behind him and reminded him of the situation outside the door.

He began to change his form again, his body began to expand, Japanese general-style armor gradually covered his body, and a sword made of shadows gradually took shape.

Dick wasn't worried: "Talia doesn't have any super powers, she will never be a match for you."

Martin said nothing, took off the Sin-burning Flame from his waist and handed it to Dick: "Take it for self-defense, and don't forget to return it to me after this is over."

As he spoke, the high-speed bullet tore through the wooden door and flew into the house.

Martin swung the sword, and a black shadow enveloped him, knocking all the bullets away.

Then he strode forward, gripping the hilt of the knife with both hands, and slashed towards Talia with the force of splitting a mountain, tearing through the storm of bullets.

Talia was shocked when she saw a black warrior suddenly rushing out. She didn't get any information.

In panic, she raised the submachine gun in her hand to block in front of her, and at the same time drew the sword with her left hand and stabbed it straight into the abdomen of the black warrior.

Such a reaction can by no means be called slow.

If she was facing an ordinary person, this move could not win, but would at least force the opponent to retreat.

But Martin was not an ordinary person. The shadow sword in his hand directly split the steel submachine gun, and the tip of the steel knife that stabbed at his stomach was also broken.

A cold breath hit her in the face, and Talia's pupils shrank sharply, as if she saw death coming towards her.

But the training she received since childhood allowed Talia to react at the last moment. She rolled on the ground and avoided the blade that fell a little too slowly.

The burgundy hair was cut off by the blade and flew in the wind.

Martin did not pursue, and Talia tried to control the physical effects of her near-death experience.

Her chest rose and fell violently, the two mountains were very conspicuous, and her eyes darted around, observing the situation around her.

"It's too late to figure out the structure here now."

Martin stared at Talia and taunted her, "Besides, even if you can escape from my knife, what about your son? Are you just going to leave the child here and not care about him?"

Talia stood up slowly and moved her feet: "He is also Bruce Wayne's child, will you kill him?"

"What a heartless mother. I wonder why Bruce would sleep with someone like you?"

Martin heard the sound of weapons clashing in the house as well. Dick and that brat Damian started fighting.

"Your son wants to stay, so you can't leave."

Martin turned his wrist and slashed with the sword. Shadows rolled out like waves, crushing everything in front of it and rushing towards Talia.

The long sword in Talia's hand instantly broke into several pieces and stuck to the wall, with nowhere to retreat.

Martin was about to raise the tip of the knife when someone kicked the glass, shattering it, and raised his leg to kick him in the head.

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