The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 1335

Artemis speculates that the so-called mastermind must have stormed the Batcave, defeated Batman and Robin, and then taken over all of Batman's resources.

Clearly, Batman has been captured, and Robin must have escaped under his protection to tip him off.

Robin had no idea that the mastermind would be able to take over all of Batman's resources so quickly, leaving him unable to even send a single text message.

Left with no other option, Robin had to use his microcomputer to connect to the Gotham Police Department's announcement channel and notify Barbara.

It is estimated that Robin's original intention was to get Barbara to help him heal, and then use the latter to contact the Justice League, but he fainted because of his serious injuries.

Fortunately, coincidentally, Barbara was grounded by Sheriff Gordon because of what happened a few days ago, so she needed to contact a friend to cover for her, and that friend just happened to be herself.

Artemis knew about Robin's relationship with Dick Grayson and Barbara. Seeing that she couldn't dissuade them, she kindly followed Barbara's cell phone signal and happened to see the seriously injured Robin.

It can only be said that this is a stroke of luck amidst misfortune, since Dick had not yet been told that Artemis and Barbara had become good friends.

Artemis wanted to take the opportunity to hear some of Dick's dark history from Barbara, who simply hadn't had a chance to say it yet.

"Hopefully, the next steps will also develop in the best possible direction."

Artemis prayed, not believing she could take down the guy who had defeated Batman and Robin together on her own. After all, the two worked seamlessly together, and their combined strength was far more than just 1+1=2.

“Great, our main task now is to cross the Gotham Bridge and reach Metropolis. Once we get there, we can make contact with many members of the Justice League.”

"Can't we try contacting Superman?" Barbara asked curiously.

"Isn't it said that he can hear sounds from all over the world?"

“You have to give him some rest,” Artemis sighed, a classic question about Superman.

“Listen, Superman can indeed hear sounds coming from anywhere on Earth, but he doesn’t do it 24/7, or he’d be driven crazy by the noise.”

"Moreover, with the Justice League, the superheroes are divided into shifts. Superman is not a slave. Even if he wanted to save the world 24/7, the other members of the Justice League wouldn't allow it."

"Uh, okay." Barbara stuck out her tongue. She was now just like a normal Earthling, subconsciously regarding Superman as a god among men.

"Getting back to the point, if we were to cross the Gotham Bridge on foot, putting aside the time issue, the act itself would be conspicuous enough."

Two girls carrying a boy who had fainted across the busy Gotham Bridge—Artemis was sure this was as conspicuous as a dancer in Swan Lake wearing a reggae outfit instead of a ballet costume.

At that time, they will definitely attract the attention of the mastermind behind the scenes. Before they can even cross the bridge, they will be caught up and killed by the mastermind.

Moreover, based on the circumstances at the time, Artemis should have been the horse, since she was carrying Robin.

Artemis tried to amuse herself with a not-so-funny joke that popped into her head. She felt that she must have been with the Lightning Boy for too long, and even her way of thinking was starting to resemble his.

It's not that this is a bad thing, it's just that Artemis isn't used to it yet.

“Let me see. We'd better get a car first, then pretend to be ordinary people and drive across the Gotham Bridge. That's the only way I can think of that won't be detected by the enemy.” “Then the question is, does anyone among us know how to drive?”

After asking the question, Artemis looked at Barbara. Barbara couldn't drive; her upbringing meant she had no contact with cars, and she hadn't been given any related lessons since joining the Young Justice League.

So she could only place her hopes on Barbara, and to her surprise, the latter actually raised her right hand.

"I can drive. Besides learning on my own from materials, I've also learned and practiced with the veterans at the police station."

"No wonder it's the Gotham Police Department, their methods are truly unconventional," Artemis remarked. "Your dad actually allows his officers to teach his underage daughter how to drive?"

"Don't be ridiculous, my dad's a real old fogey, he wouldn't know anything about this." Barbara stuck out her tongue. "If he found out, those patrol officers at the police station would be in deep trouble."

"I learned all of this through my personal charm. I asked the police officers to teach me privately, and I learned it all on closed roads. There was no danger at all."

“If you say so, then so be it.” Artemis shrugged, and before they knew it, the two were back in their school-like state.

"So there's only one problem left: we need to get a car. Do you have any good ideas?"

"How about a police car? Okay, stop looking at me like that, I was just joking to lighten the mood."

Barbara waved her hand, then lowered her head to think.

"Actually, I originally wanted to get a car from Wayne Group. After all, Dick is now their young master, so it would be easier to explain things later."

"But now Wayne Enterprises should have fallen into the hands of that mastermind. If we really do that, the moment we steal the car, the next second they'll know where we are."

Barbara and Artemis, chatting back and forth, seemed to be working together seamlessly as a team.

"That's right!" Barbara suddenly slapped her thigh. "What do you think Gotham has the least shortage of?"

"What? Those nobles who look like British people?"

The Union Jack aristocracy of Gotham is a well-worn joke, but Barbara isn't talking about that this time.

"Of course not that, I'm talking about gangs like the Italian Mafia."

Barbara, intrigued by Artemis, also joined in with a joke.

“Listen, Gotham City has no shortage of gangsters and bad guys. We can just steal one from one of them. I know a place where stolen cars are sold, and it's not far from here. We can just go there and steal one, and that will solve the problem.”

"You mean... double-crossing?" Artemis hesitated. Sometimes she felt that Barbara, who grew up in a respectable police family, was wilder than her, who grew up in a family of super criminals.

"What do you mean by double-crossing? We're heroes! This is called fighting crime!"

Barbara waved.

(End of this chapter)