American comic book: After mastering resurrection, I became incredibly popular.

Whose grandson is this?

Alfred's expression hardened. "Mr. Wang is right, a desperate army is bound to win! We must bring Dick back, and then crush the Court of Owls and crush Bane."

No, Alfred, why are you getting so worked up about him?

The man with severe freeze listened with great interest.

Amber Gold... Resurrection Spell...

Tim had to take his hands off the keyboard and barely regain his composure.

"In that case, I will make the following arrangements."

He turned to face the main screen of the Batcave and pulled up a structural diagram of the Blackgate prison.

"As you can see, there is an abandoned old drainage pipe on the lowest level of Blackgate Prison, which, according to Clark, leads directly to the underground labyrinth of the courthouse."

"Now that the Penguin has entered Blackgate Prison, we can ask him to help us open the entrance to that passage."

“Cassandra and I will go to Blackgate Prison ourselves, find Dick, and bring him out.”

"Finally, as you said: destroy those people's idea of ​​taking over Wayne Enterprises, destroy the Court of Owls, and then destroy and crush Bane."

"Just the two of you?" The Angel of Death frowned.

"The more people there are, the easier it is to alert them. Cassandra and I are enough to handle it."

During his brief time partnering with Cassandra, Tim felt he had seen her skills and techniques somewhere before; in short, she made him feel very safe.

However, he couldn't communicate much with her during the fight because her punches and kicks would slow down once she tried to understand the words he spoke. Fortunately, she could judge others' intentions by their movements.

"Let's leave you and Huntress to the ground. We haven't finished capturing the fugitives in Arkham yet, and all the villains in Gotham are itching to make a move, not to mention Bane."

After hearing Tim's arrangement, the Angel of Death did not object further.

Wang Baixi then suggested to Mr. Freeze, "Mr. Victor, I hope you can provide us with some portable weapons so that we can strike our opponents at crucial moments even without you present."

He knew that Tim didn't trust Mr. Freeze at all, and without needing to say anything like "even without him," he simply didn't want Mr. Freeze around.

The ability to freeze people is indeed very important.

Mr. Freeze, holding the freeze gun, was well aware of what the people in front of him were thinking, but he still agreed to their request.

"I will help you make a few easy-to-use freeze grenades, which you will use in the end."

He thought: That's good, I don't have to go to the front line and risk my life.

"Thank you," Tim said solemnly.

Seeing that everyone had a task, Wang Baixi focused on asking questions in a participatory manner:

"And what about me? Is there anything I need to do?"

"You don't have to do anything."

"Hey, do you guys think my fighting power is too low?"

“My lord, your most pressing need is to get some sleep,” Tim interrupted him. “You haven’t had a proper rest for two days straight. I’m guessing that’s making your magic weak, isn’t it? Batman is waiting for you to revive him!”

Tim, as if remembering something, said to Mr. Freeze, "Don't take it to heart, Mr. Freeze. I know you also need the King's magic, but things need to be prioritized."

"It doesn't matter. I've been searching for a way to completely cure Nora for decades, so a few more days won't make a difference. Besides... I don't want to use Nora as a guinea pig. Mr. Wang has already resurrected Mr. Joshua and Killer Croc. I'll only be truly convinced if he can resurrect Batman as well. Let him focus on his training during this time."

Victor Frith believed that everything has a price, and the most precious things in the world are life and time. He had waited too long; what difference would a little longer make?

He was just worried that Wang Baixi would join Robin and the others in risking their lives against Bane.

As he said this, he glanced in Wang Baixi's direction again.

"I'm quite curious. Mr. Wang, how do you usually cultivate?"

Wang Baixi immediately started brainstorming.

"Yes, I usually study in places where there are a lot of dead people."

"No wonder you went to the hospital back then," Tim said with a wry smile.

"Oh?" A thought flashed through Mr. Freeze's mind. "In that case, I do have a good place to go."

……

Hours later, at Blackgate Prison.

The clock is about to strike midnight.

Oswald Copport lay on the hard, knife-sharpening bed in his solitary cell, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Although the cell was touted as a "single luxury suite," equipped with a private bathroom and a small 14-inch television, it still made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

As expected of an economic downturn, even prisons have become this wretched.

Bored, he rolled over and began counting the cracks in the ceiling.

Just then, the metal patch on the back of his neck suddenly emitted several sharp cries.

The penguin immediately panicked, "Oh no, that madman is going to detonate the bomb! I didn't do anything, they're insane!"

"Ding!"

The buzzing stopped abruptly.

Immediately afterwards, the electronic lock on the cell made a crisp "click," and the iron door was pulled open from the outside.

But then Tim Drake stood in the corridor, wearing what looked like a brand-new Robin uniform, looking down at the Penguin with haughty eyes.

Penguin's mouth dropped open: "Holy crap, you guys can get in here yourselves? Then why did you go through all that trouble to bring me in?!"

“We can only sneak in when it’s late at night and the guards are weak, but we can’t get into the depths of the prison without bloodshed.” Tim walked into the cell, gritting his small white teeth. “Mr. Copperpot, we’ll need your help again.”

"Wait, you're all alone? Are you crazy?" the penguin asked incredulously.

"A friend is waiting for us at the drain. She will help us retreat, and your job is to lead me underground."

"By the way, I know what you're thinking, and I advise you not to act rashly: 1. I have the detonator. 2. I've investigated; your subordinates Ogilvy and Bane have been in cahoots for a long time. Don't you want revenge?"

"Huh? My men?"

"Yes, your men!"

The penguin, who was half-paralyzed, was startled at first, then immediately sat up from the bed. He stared at the boy in front of him and sighed helplessly.

"Okay, okay, I'll do whatever you say, boss."

He walked to the cell door, glanced back at the open electronic door, and then at the pale fluorescent light at the end of the corridor.

"Tell me, what exactly are you trying to do? Is there some secret artifact deep within Blackgate Prison that can eliminate Bane?" he asked casually.

“No, but the city’s dark side lurks there.” Tim said mysteriously.

"Another one gone mad?" The Penguin looked at Tim with pity and shook his head heavily. "Poor kid, what has Batman done to you? Even I don't abuse children much!"

"..."

Chapter Thirty-Eight: You're so self-centered!

Black Gate Prison, 12:17 AM.

Tim followed the Penguin through the corridor. Along the way, they passed through several security doors, each of which had been unlocked in advance by someone—all thanks to the Penguin's social skills.

“Mr. Copperpot, you owe me that case of whiskey, with interest.”

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, wait until next year when Santa Claus stuffs your dentures into your bedside table!" the penguin grumbled back.

As they passed through the public area, several prisoners saw the two figures walking side by side through the iron bars.

"Robin and the penguin are arm in arm? What am I dreaming about?!"

The penguin ignored these exaggerated comments and instead forced a smile that looked more like a grimace at Tim.

"Boss, turn left ahead and you'll find the old main drainage pipe you mentioned."

Tim nodded silently, walked to the precast concrete wall at the end of the old main drainage pipe, then took out a few pieces of plastic explosives from his belt and skillfully set the blasting parameters on the detonator.

“You’ll attract the guards.” The Penguin saw through Tim’s intentions and looked at him anxiously.

Tim pressed the detonator, and with a muffled bang, a gap large enough for one person to pass through exploded in the wall.

"So, the rest is up to you. Remember, don't let them get here too quickly!"

……

After landing, Tim immediately activated the sonic scanning module on the left eye of his blindfold.

After the scanning program ran, the underground labyrinth in the darkness resembled a tree bark hollowed out by ants, with countless branching paths unfolding before him.

According to Clark, this is the closest entrance to the courthouse.

If you go diagonally in from here and pass through two or three forks, you will find the hall where Dick was imprisoned.

After they're done, they can retreat from the outlet on the other side of the maze.

However, he wouldn't readily believe Clark's words, even after he used a lot of dark psychology.

He cautiously made his way forward along the shortest path indicated by the acoustic scan.

Two minutes later, several wall lamps emitting a cold light appeared ahead, their pale halos illuminating several forks in the road.

Tim stopped at the crossroads and released the sonic scan again. However, before the data was fully loaded, he pulled out two Freeze grenades that Mr. Freeze had just prepared from his back waist!

Twenty meters ahead, three humanoid heat sources are approaching!

Soon, three claws wearing owl masks rushed out from the leftmost archway of the fork in the road. Tim flicked his right thumb, releasing the pin on a grenade, and then quickly threw it at the claws, unleashing an icy blue shockwave directly in front of them.

The two claws at the front were trapped in the ice, while the claw behind them jumped over its companion's ice sculpture and continued to pounce forward.

Tim had already gripped his short stick, waiting to repel the attackers. Just as he was about to meet them and deliver another blow, he heard footsteps coming from the deeper darkness.

The claw stopped abruptly, then retreated respectfully to the edge of the darkness.

The footsteps grew closer.

Dick Grayson emerged from the darkness, still wearing his blue-black Nightwing uniform, but the insignia on his chest had been painted in dark red and shaped like an owl.