togophonebook Chapter 78 Training
Chapter 78 Training
Chapter 78 Training
Tim, the third Robin, sat in the seat that originally belonged solely to Batman in front of the Batcomputer in the Batcave.
Nothing happened tonight. He's been reviewing the surveillance footage for three hours now, and it's been perfectly normal.
He even did 1700 push-ups in front of the computer out of boredom.
There is still room for manpower.
This young, strong, and explosively powerful body seems never to tire. Through years of training and unwavering practice, it is prepared to face any challenge.
LOL, there's absolutely no challenge.
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He stared blankly at the seemingly unchanged surveillance footage, his thoughts starting to wander uncontrollably.
Ah ~
Hiss—is it possible that the villains of Arkham suddenly launch a group attack on the Batcave?
Tim knew it was impossible, but that didn't stop him from fantasizing about it.
A large group of Arkham villains invaded, and Batman was surrounded and brutally kicked, but the powerful Third Robin turned the tide!
One punch knocks down the Riddler, two punches knock down the Scarecrow, Mr. Freeze and the Firefly flee in terror, Killer Croc is so frightened that he kneels down and begs for mercy, the Human-Faced Bat is trampled under his feet, Dr. Pigface is grabbed by the head and slapped left and right, and both of Two-Face's faces show an expression of utter horror.
The Mudman, a monster with superpowers, was easily defeated by him. Then he turned around and kicked Dr. Phosphorus in the chest, knocking the skeleton down and kicking the skull. He then pulled out a bottle of solution and poured it on Dr. Phosphorus.
Amidst the other's agonizing screams and billowing smoke, Alfred patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction and gave him a loving hug. The bruised and battered Batman took off his own clothes and handed them to him, saying, "From now on, you will inherit Batman's mantle!"
The scene in his imagination was so beautiful that Tim couldn't help but laugh out loud. But he quickly came to his senses and looked around.
Thankfully, no one saw it.
He coughed lightly and sat up straight again. He, Tim, Gotham's most reliable man, would always uphold his duty.
He patted his cheeks.
Damn it, stop thinking about all this nonsense.
How could something like the villains of Arkham invading the Batcave possibly happen?
He shook his head. Although this wasn't the main base beneath Wayne Manor, it was one of Batman's largest outposts in Gotham City, and its security and scale were definitely top-notch...
Oh!
Batman and his crew are back. Tim noticed the access control authentication submitted on Batcomputer, immediately activated it, and then skipped and hopped across the giant mechanical dinosaur in the center of the hall, ran to the entrance, and opened the door.
This way, Batman can see his face the moment he comes down the corridor.
!!!
With a loud bang.
Tim simply closed the door.
"Haha, haha, there must be something wrong with my eyes."
He leaned against the thick iron gate, paused for two seconds, and then burst into laughter, laughing so hard he could barely breathe.
"Are you kidding me? Reflecting a fantasy scene onto reality? What kind of joke is that?"
"Robin, open the door! What's going on?"
Batman's voice came from outside the door, and Tim took a deep breath.
"Okay, okay, okay, okay..."
He opened the door, and Mr. Freeze's large head with those red glasses immediately appeared in front of him. He instinctively threw a punch, and the next second he was struck by Mr. Freeze's icy fingers.
"I hope you can understand what politeness is."
Tim groaned and immediately withdrew his hand, flexing his fingers.
A person who has been frozen in time is a supernatural human with a body temperature of at least -100 degrees Celsius. This means that if he actively releases cold air, even the simplest contact can cause frostbite.
Tim's training taught him to pull his fist back before it actually made contact, but he was still bitten by the cold air.
Mr. Freeze ignored the stunned Tim, walked past him, and went straight inside.
"this……"
"Warning, intrusion detected—" The giant mechanical dinosaur was immediately shut down under Batman's control as soon as it started up. Tim numbly watched as the numerous Arkham villains filed into the Batcave, much like a group of elementary school students returning from a field trip getting off a bus and heading back to school.
Why are you all so comfortable coming in and sitting on the sofa in the rest area?
Tim was almost bewildered by the way these Arkham Asylum inmates treated him like they were visiting a close-knit family.
He saw the flamingo and the scarecrow walk hand in hand, side by side, and then lie straight up on the sofa like two elegant salted fish, without even glancing at him as they passed by.
The next second, the two of them were sat on by Two-Face and Firefly. Two-Face's buttocks were pressed directly onto the flamingo's hooked nose, while the professional assassin who liked to wear pink had a blank expression on his face and didn't even utter a sound.
???
Oh, Tim finally realized something was wrong. He shouldn't have been so slow; he just hadn't reacted in a moment—these guys didn't seem to have any self-awareness.
Dr. Phosphorus, his entire body ablaze with burning bones, was the last to enter. Tim saw Batman wave his hand, and a cloud of black sand swirled around his skull.
"Dr. Phosphorus is special. The phosphorus burning all over his body will disable all the chips, so I have to manually and constantly change his brainwaves. It's hard to imagine that he still has a brain that can be used for control even in this state."
Tim heard Batman say that.
"Okay, Batman," Tim slapped his forehead in exasperation, "I think I know how you did it."
Tim wasn't stupid; on the contrary, he was quite intelligent and the most detective-skilled Robin of the Bat-Family. Even though Chen Tao hadn't told him anything about his plans, he quickly deduced most of what was going on after seeing the situation before him.
But this only made him angrier.
Our third-generation Robin was heartbroken and pounded his chest in despair: "I can't believe it, Batman, you've betrayed me again..."
"...You deliberately didn't tell me the plan..."
"...How could you do this!"
"...I'm your Robin, your Robin! You can't keep abandoning me..."
Tim kept rambling on, and Batman looked away. Tim knew that was a sign that the other man was feeling guilty.
"Face me squarely!"
"Tsk."
Tim turned his head and saw Mr. Freeze casually pouring himself a cup of coffee, squeezing it into ice crystals, and then pouring it into his mouth to chew.
"Give me one too." Harley Quinn stood next to him, handing him her coffee, which Mr. Freeze chilled for her.
Killer Croc, Poison Ivy, and Ventriloquist—these Arkham people who joined Batman's ranks from the very beginning and thus remained conscious—were now squatting nearby, watching with great interest.
"..."
Tim shut up, looking sullen.
Then he turned to the Clayface man beside Batman, who was clearly also conscious: "What's going on with you, Basso?"
(Basso Caro, the original name of the Mudman)
"I am not Basso Carlo," the mud-faced man replied.
His enormous body quickly shrank back, and soon transformed into a Robin uniform.
"I am Robin, Batman's favorite!"
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(End of this chapter)