If there were only a dozen, we could force our way in, but with a hundred, we need to think of other methods."
Dick frowned, deep in thought.
"What methods could there be, Nightwing, great hero? You're the one who called us here, yet you don't even have an action plan. Why don't you listen to me and just blow up the Batcave? That way, at least most of them will die."
Jason's face was full of mockery, his tone filled with dissatisfaction and impatience.
"Bruce and Alfred might still be alive. You doing that could kill them," Dick yelled angrily.
"Then what do you suggest? Kill them? Maybe they're already dead."
Jason didn't back down, his expression ferocious.
"Shut up, Jason!"
Dick could no longer suppress the anger in his heart.
"Making me shut up depends on whether you have the ability to do so."
Jason sneered, gripping his dagger tightly, a dangerous glint in his eyes.
Dick gritted his teeth, drew out his short staff, and held it tightly in his hand, assuming an attacking stance.
Jason also showed no fear, holding his dagger horizontally in front of him. The two were at loggerheads, and the atmosphere instantly became extremely tense.
"Enough, you two! Or are you planning to kill each other before defeating the enemy? Is this how Bruce taught you?"
Oliver reprimanded loudly, his face grim.
"I'm sorry, Oliver, I was too impulsive."
Dick's face was full of remorse as he slowly put away his short staff.
"Humph."
Jason also snorted, put away his dagger, and turned his head to the side.
Oliver sighed helplessly, knowing the complex past and entanglements between the Robins.
None of the three were wrong; it could only be blamed on Bruce, their father.
"I think you should look at this."
Barbara didn't care about their family drama; she only focused on doing her job well.
Everyone's gaze turned to the image she displayed.
They saw a handsome man with two beautiful women leaving the manor.
"Among these three, I only found information on the red-haired woman. She's a student who's been missing for several months. The other two have no information in this World," Barbara introduced quickly.
"Is he the leader of those Batmen?" Tim asked curiously.
"We'll know once we catch him and ask," Jason said firmly.
"Then let's go," Dick commanded.
"Barbara, we'll come to find you."
The few of them quickly got ready and left, leaving Barbara alone.
Barbara sadly touched her leg, a wave of helplessness and sorrow welling up in her heart.
Suddenly, the figure in the image looked at her and smiled slightly.
Barbara instantly felt a chill run up her spine.
This is a trap!!!
Just as she was about to grab her phone to call them back, a black cloth was suddenly clapped over her mouth and nose.
Barbara fainted instantly.
Meanwhile, Dick and the others were driving two cars, closely following Qinuo and his companions.
"How long do we have to wait?" Jason said impatiently, constantly tapping the steering wheel with his fingers.
"Wait until there are fewer people. We can't act in front of so many people."
Dick said in a deep voice, his eyes fixed on the vehicle in front.
"Why? In Gotham, this is normal."
Jason frowned, his face full of confusion and impatience.
"But not today. Although we don't know what their purpose is, those Batmen are indeed cracking down on criminals. Gotham is very quiet today, and our actions would attract attention."
Dick explained patiently, his expression serious.
"Then why are we dealing with him? I think it's fine to hand Gotham over to them. That way, there'll be no Joker, no gangs, no robberies."
Jason pouted, a hint of sulkiness in his tone.
"...Jason, I'm so sorry. I wasn't in Gotham at that time. If I had stayed in Gotham, would everything have been different?"
Dick's voice was full of guilt, his eyes revealing deep self-blame.
Jason was somewhat disbelieving to hear his older brother's apology, stunned for a moment.
"...You can't change anything. It's all Batman's fault."
In fact, he knew very well that he didn't harbor much hatred towards Dick and Tim; it was just a sense of grievance and jealousy.
Grievance because his older brother didn't help him get revenge.
Jealousy because after he died, another replacement appeared.
"Bruce, he has always missed you very much."
Tim quietly fiddled with his computer.
Oliver also sighed. They were all good kids. Was Bruce's no-kill principle really good?
"Leaving aside other places, Bruce's eye for adopted children is quite good."
Venom heard the voices from behind and relayed them to Pamela.
"No wonder that Jason is so angry; anyone else would have gone crazy."
Pamela said with a look of pity.
"Qinuo, when do we make our move?"
"After we finish browsing this street."
Bringing Venom and Pamela to a clothing store, they saw an unexpected person.
Dressed in colorful, exaggerated clothing.
Little Joker Girl Harley Quinn.
And Pamela's red hair instantly caught Harley's attention.
"Oh, I love your hair, so vibrant, just like a rose."
Harley quickly approached Pamela, her eyes shining, completely ignoring Qinuo and Venom, and extended her hand familiarly.
"My name is Harley Quinn, you can also call me Harley, Little Joker Girl, whatever you like."
Harley's face was beaming with an enthusiastic smile.
Pamela was a little surprised, but still smiled and extended her hand.
"I'm Pamela Lillian Isley."
"That's a great name! Can I call you Xiao Hong?" Harley tilted her head, her face full of anticipation.
"Uh, sure."
Pamela paused for a moment. Although she had read some comics in the Marvel Universe and knew that their relationship would be very good in the future, she didn't expect their first meeting to be so familiar.
She didn't dislike it; instead, it was quite interesting.
Qinuo and Venom exchanged glances, not disturbing the two, and went to the side to pick out clothes.
Although Gotham was chaotic, its artistic style was also very advanced.
Little Joker Girl Harley just pulled Pamela aside and chatted as if no one else was there, gesticulating wildly and looking excited.
"Xiao Hong, do you know? One time, for him, I jumped from a building that high! Haha, isn't that crazy?"
Harley laughed loudly, her eyes gleaming with fanaticism.
"And, and, I robbed banks for him, went against Batman, afraid of nothing!"
The more she spoke, the more excited she became, as if these extremely dangerous things were incredibly beautiful memories.
Pamela listened quietly, a hint of heartache in her eyes.
Because these so-called crazy experiences, in her opinion, were mostly ruthless exploitation, heartless abandonment, and deep wounds.
However, Harley still regarded these as love, that reckless, moth-to-a-flame kind of love.
Pamela sighed softly. This seemingly wild and unrestrained woman was actually so fragile and eager to be loved deep down.