Tim Drake walked out of Wayne''s old house dressed up as a noble son. There was a trickle of rain outside. The rain washed the city, and faint gunshots could be heard in the distance.


    In fact, as a third-generation Robin, he is not as decadent and restless as NIGHTWING thought. He is not a substitute for anyone and does not need anyone''s command. He has his own way of doing things.


    "Night wing lacks courage. He dare not take that step after all, but I can." he walked around into the bat cave, looked at the bat clothes on the equipment rack and said thoughtfully.


    Gotham didn''t care who was under the bat suit. He just needed this sign. He quickly put on an old bat suit and rode a motorcycle out of the bat cave.


    Night wing was worried about Jason Todd. In Tim''s view, it was very simple. He knocked down the other party neatly and put him in prison. Then he showed Batman''s clothes to frighten Gotham, stabilize the situation, and finally concentrated on looking for Bruce. In Tim''s view, it was the best and fastest solution.


    He thought so and did so. The motorcycle walked silently through the streets and alleys, drawing arcs in the night. He was ready to solve the internal problems first, and then unanimously external.


    The first problem is to find Jason Todd, the second generation Robin before him, which is different from night wing. Tim hasn''t seen Jason. When he joined the bat team, Jason had died and resurrected and left Gotham. This name is more like a symbol for him.


    "Is it here?" Tim fiddled with his watch and quickly found the information he needed. Different from the previous two Robin, he pays more attention to the ability of scientific and technological products. He has studied many alien technologies entering the earth. He does not have Bruce''s cautious attitude. In his opinion, both alien technologies and earth technologies are just tools.


    The motorcycle stopped lightly. What came into view was an abandoned factory. Thea''s large-scale fake alien products provided countless jobs, but also destroyed more than half of the traditional manufacturing industry. Many people transformed in time to avoid bankruptcy. There were also those stubborn people who were swept into the dustbin of history in just one month.


    The factory in front of him was one of them. Tim didn''t care what was produced here before. He only knew that Jason Todd he was looking for was hidden underground in the factory.


    After he cautiously entered the factory building, the soil not far away turned, and a huge dark red plant quietly drilled out of the soil.


    Layers of flower buds opened, and two beautiful women looked at the direction he left. One of them had red hair and was wearing dark green tights. Another short sleeved narrow skirt with high heels, glasses and a pair of workplace beauty.


    Hiding in the dark to observe, of course, are poison vine girl and secretary Miss Messi.


    Thea felt that the bat team would be in a dilemma without legs. Considering that Tommy and laurel also killed in the mire, she sent poison vine woman, a Gotham native, to help secretly.


    Every day, I mixed with thea. I was influenced by her. She was originally a straight woman. Now the secretary who was completely broken is just at poison vine''s house. She has nothing to do. So she followed me to have a look.


    "Why are you in such a mess here?" the Secretary heard the gunshot in the distance. She was a little unbelievable. Now the whole world is busy. Do you still have people shooting in the street?


    Poison vine girl shrugged her shoulders gently. "I don''t know. Let''s go in and have a look."


    The plants behind her spewed out a pile of pollen. The Secretary knew that these pollen had the function of mixing food and sight, and walked leisurely in with cat steps.


    Tim Drake didn''t know that someone was following behind him, leaving many traces of progress. The Secretary lady who had undergone countless training followed up at will.


    The underground space was large, and some voices of conversation came faintly.


    "It''s incredible that you built your own bat cave, Jason Todd. You shouldn''t have taken it... No, usurp that cloak!"


    Followed by a violent beating, the sound was so loud that intermittent echoes came from the thick underground.


    "You shouldn''t have come here. It''s not your masquerade!" said a low voice.


    "I''m not playing games, Jason. I''m here to arrest you. I won''t allow you to discredit Bruce!"


    The two soon fought together.


    "Tut Tut, look, these men are desperate for some false fame." the poison vine woman said carelessly.


    The Secretary lady was not so hostile to men. She took out the green lantern ring and reflected their battle scene.


    The fighting ability can play dozens of rounds with Ms. Siva. The vision of the secretary is much better than the mutant poison vine woman.


    Like watching a game, she began to explain with interest, "this Tim is very powerful. There is a perfect combination of force and intelligence. His strong skills and agile thinking are really the young talents valued by Batman."


    Poison vine girl knows herself very well. If there is no variation, she is a college student living in the laboratory, which is not comparable to miss Messi''s trump card of playing dozens of fully armed soldiers alone.


    "You are very optimistic about him?"


    "No, he lost, because Jason was merciless. One side went all out and the other side reserved, and his ending was doomed." it seemed that seeing the ending, the secretary was a little disappointed, the sharpness in her eyes disappeared, and put on that vase like smile.


    As a former bodyguard of death expert Luther, her judgment is accurate.


    Although Tim came with an urgent desire to solve everything, he did not kill his predecessor. On the contrary, the other party had no scruples and ruthlessly punched the flesh.


    Aware of his blunder, Tim wants to restore the decline. Unfortunately, they are all Bruce''s disciples with different fighting styles, but they are familiar with each other. At least Jason is familiar with Tim''s moves.


    On the contrary, Jason came back from the dead, wandered around the world for many years and absorbed the fighting essence of many schools. In countless dead wars, his martial arts can be called a hundred feet to go further.


    The clever mind did not delay Tim''s failure. He had neither the belief of victory nor the tactics to win. The result was self-evident.


    "Your eyes are full of fear and confusion. It''s you who defiled the clothes!" Jason said, clutching a bat dart and inserting it into Tim''s chest.


    "Funny dress!" he took off Tim''s bat mask and looked at the young face coughing up blood. He turned and left the battlefield.


    Tim only felt that he was getting colder and colder. He had many fractures all over his body. A lot of blood loss made him lose consciousness. He knew he had failed completely.