The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 1330

I don't want to choose either option.

Robin muttered a complaint, then rolled away to dodge Zul's swinging metal baseball bat. The bat struck the wall with a crisp sound, causing Robin to involuntarily shrink back.

After rolling away from Zul, Robin reached for his back and pulled out a pair of short sticks.

Originally, Robin, like Batman, had practiced with many weapons, but never carried any weapons other than darts.

However, during his time leading the Young Justice League, Robin quickly discovered his shortcomings. Later, Yang Le gave him some advice, suggesting that he try to specialize in one weapon to make up for his lack of close combat skills.

After a period of selection, Robin finally chose the baton. This weapon was both easy to carry and had considerable power, making it very suitable for him.

After a period of refinement, Robin upgraded a baton into a pair of short batons. Like other equipment in the Bat Family, these bats had many other functions besides their obvious uses.

Moreover, this thing wasn't commissioned by Robin to Batman for help in making; rather, he asked the logistics team of the Young Justice League, namely Yang Le and Mr. Zhuo Yue, to make it.

Furthermore, Robin's short stick skills were rarely shown to Batman; he was taught these by Cassandra, who, as you can't forget, was the combat instructor for all of the Young Justice League.

I'm sure this short stick technique, which even Bruce doesn't know about, will give Zul'an A a pleasant surprise!

With this thought in mind, Robin couldn't resist grabbing a pair of short sticks and rushing towards Zul, who was not far away.

...

"Phew~ That was fucking awesome!"

Zul rubbed his chin, where Robin had recently struck him with a short stick. That blow had caused his already somewhat disordered mind to briefly shut down, allowing the latter to seize the opportunity to get on the motorcycle and escape.

Robin's blow disrupted Zul's balance, causing it to take him a full ten seconds to get back on his feet.

Looking into the dark tunnel, Zul could no longer even see Robin's taillights. Given the performance of that Batman-modified motorcycle, it was clearly too late to give chase now.

Although Robin escaped, Zul had already inflicted enough injuries on her. In fact, it was quite a shock that Robin could still unleash such power despite being so badly injured.

Moreover, Zul had never seen such skill with a short stick before. All these unexpected factors combined to give Robin a glimmer of hope.

"It's going to take a lot more time."

Zul muttered to himself, then turned and started heading back to the bat cave. It was obviously unwise to chase after them on his bare legs; he should go back and find another mode of transportation.

After all, he had already placed a tracking device on Robin during the fight.

...

Robin rode his motorcycle straight to the tunnel entrance, then released the accelerator and pressed the brake, slowly falling to the ground.

It wasn't that Robin was trying to do a cool way of abandoning the car; rather, his injuries weren't enough to allow him to park it properly.

Robin's face was covered in bruises, a clear indication of his serious injuries, yet these were only the minor ones. Beneath his battle armor, Robin felt a dull ache in his left abdomen, a burning, numb left forearm, and a throbbing, unresponsive right leg.

Based on his own assessment, he estimated that several of his left ribs were broken, and his left forearm and right leg were probably also broken, but he didn't know how serious the fractures were.

Actually, what Robin needs to do now is to see a doctor and get his injuries treated, otherwise he will definitely suffer long-term consequences.

But Robin dared not go to the hospital now. After a brief encounter, he discovered that Zul was all talk about benevolence and morality, but in reality he was a madman. Who knew if he would suddenly go crazy and blow up the hospital?

For now, the only option is to handle it myself.

Robin got up from the ground and already had a plan. There are many Batman safe houses in Gotham, which the two of them share. They contain a lot of resources and are usually used to replenish their supplies when they don't have time to return to the Batcave.

Of course, there were also plenty of medical resources available, which Robin knew well enough to treat his injuries.

Of course, Zul must know about these safe houses, so these safe houses are like traps, impossible to enter.

Fortunately, Robin initially liked to imitate Batman and also had a bit of a delusional personality, which led him to build his own safe house in his spare time.

However, before the safe house was fully built, Robin was transferred to join the Young Justice League, and the construction of the safe house was eventually put on hold.

However, Robin knew he had no choice at this point. Bruce didn't know about this place, and that alone was enough to make it his only option right now.

While thinking, Robin staggered out of the tunnel, which led directly to Gotham's sewers, where Robin's safe house was located.

After all, Robin built this safe house all by himself. His abilities and resources were limited, so naturally he had to set up the building in a place where he wouldn't have to worry about being discovered and wouldn't have to pay rent.

I turned on the minicomputer, and thankfully, although the communication function was not working, the other functions were still working normally.

Robin first disconnected the microcomputer from the internet, checked that there were no listening devices inside, and then removed the tracker that Zul had installed on him before inputting the coordinates from his memory.

Although she knew the coordinates, Robin was still afraid of getting lost in the complex sewers, so she needed the computer to help her find her way.

Looking at the map on the computer, Robin began to move forward at a snail's pace. The environment of the sewers could effectively conceal the traces he left behind. Even if Zul went back to change vehicles, it would still take at least five minutes to reach the tunnel entrance.

Although he was moving slowly, five minutes was enough for him to disappear into the complex sewer system, not to mention...

Robin looked at the fork in the road ahead, took out the batarang with a tracker attached that he had prepared beforehand, and threw it with all his might into one of the tunnels.

Robin felt a little relieved after watching the batarang disappear from his sight, and then walked into another tunnel.

"Hopefully... this will buy us some more time."

Robin prayed, while at the same time he had to think about another problem.

That means the safe house hasn't been built yet, and there are no resources inside. We'll need to find another way to treat the injuries.

(End of this chapter)