Chapter 36 Black curly tail

"DNA matching begins—"

As the two vials of blood samples were put into the device, a faint blue light flickered on the bat computer.

Jason folded his arms silently, staring at the moving progress bar without blinking.

"Need a cup of coffee?"

Tim looked at his ex Robin before him, and handed him a cup of freshly brewed coffee.

He has mixed feelings about this guy.

After all, he broke two of his ribs directly after he came back. Should he be thanked for not killing a good person?He was spared.

The recent cooperation also gave Tim a new understanding of the second-generation Robin.

His various skills are quite sophisticated, and his mobility is quite strong.

It's just that often choke with Batman, as long as we separate them, this problem will be solved.

Jason glanced at him, and the blue-black eyes were more clearly visible under the faint blue light. He put down one hand and took the coffee from Tim.

He has not closed his eyes since he robbed the "Judger" at noon yesterday and waited for the result this afternoon.

"thanks."

Jason didn't drink, just put it in the palm of his hand, the hot cup made his palm slightly red.

He liked coffee quite a bit at first, after all, it would give him a few more hours of work time after drinking it.

Since when did he not like coffee?

It probably started when some smart-mouthed little furball yelled out that she didn't like drinking shabu-shabu.

Tim raised his head and glanced at the bat computer, then turned his head to look at the "Judger Dicky" lying in the ice coffin beside him, who was scrambled by believers and brought back by Jason.

The air-conditioning slowly radiated from the ice coffin, and the judge's red hair was still exposed outside the coffin.

She seemed to be asleep, with a peaceful expression.

Yesterday, the body of the "Judger" was exhibited under the municipal building. The believers wanted to fight for her blood like crazy, eager to get the god's remnant.

Cynthia saw it all happen, and it was all within the scope of the plan.

She didn't stop, even acquiesced.

At that time, the scene was chaotic, and new conflicts broke out between believers.

"Adjudicator, adjudicator! Please bless me for my revenge!"

The believers crowded forward to snatch the flesh and blood of the gods, and wanted to be contaminated with the power of the gods.

However, the red-haired god kept his head down and said nothing.

Maybe it's not that people want to become crazy, it's just that under the influence of that kind of group crazy environment, it's hard for people not to become crazy.

The only two sober people on the scene, one stood on the podium and watched everything happen silently.

Even wish everything could be crazier.

One tried his best to climb up the high platform like Prometheus stealing the holy fire, pulled out the black sword of judgment from the chest of the god, pulled out the nails from her hands, and embraced his girl in his arms.

Believers rushed in like a tsunami, trying to tear this arrogant person apart, and the madness spread like an infection.

Jason hugged "Ashe" tightly, protecting her remnant body from being torn apart by believers, even though he was covered in bruises.

He gritted his teeth and walked with difficulty among the crazy crowd.

Why is she cold all over?Obviously she is usually warm.

Why is she silent?Obviously the little liar likes to make him happy with all kinds of wisecracks.

Why is her wound bleeding profusely?Obviously he has been cooking all kinds of meals that can increase the platelet content in her blood.

"Go away—!!"

Roaring, the wounded lion walked forward holding his girl who could no longer speak.

His spine was straight, but it seemed to be suppressed by something, only the girl in his arms was tightly protected by him.

The crowd was raging, and the crazy people stretched out their hands in vain to catch their gods, but they were mercilessly knocked down by the knights.

Jason raised his head, and the crow still circling high above made a cry like a bird of death, and he lifted up "Ashe", so light, like a piece of ice that no longer warms people.

He walked forward, blocked at every step.

Jason turned a deaf ear to the cursing, crying, and sighing around him, and just walked forward, every step was difficult.

But he doesn't care, he just wants to take her home.

A drone in mid-air captured this scene, and a man going upstream appeared in the frantically forward crowd, just like the tragedy of Moses dividing the sea in the Bible story.

Batman stared at the child in front of him who seemed to have lost all anger, and hesitatingly stretched out his hand, trying to take the breathless corpse in his arms.

"It's not her, is it?"

Jason muttered, hugging "Ashe" tightly, unwilling to hand her over to Batman.

"She is not so light, not so pale, not so silent..."

The blue lake rolls with waves.

"She's not dead, is she?"

Jason raised his head and looked at the infallible Batman, his eyes full of pleading.

Bruce averted his gaze.

He didn't want to hurt his child anymore, even if what he said was true.

"The DNA match is 100%, and the target person's name is 'Ash Black', which has been stored in the file."

The cold mechanical sound of the bat computer ai sounded, and finally pronounced the death sentence for the incident.

The already cold Bat Cave was dead silent at the moment.

Tim wanted to pat Jason on the shoulder to express his comfort, but he avoided him.

"I don't think we know each other that well."

Jason put the cold coffee on the table.

I didn't drink a sip, at most used it to warm hands.

Tim: I knew he was holding a grudge!

Tim knew he couldn't stop Jason who was about to leave, so he asked softly, "What are you going to do?"

Jason put the red hood on his head on the table, and with the sound of a mechanical merger, his face was completely covered.

Whether he is angry or sad, is hidden behind the mask, no one knows.

"revenge."

The cold mechanical sound flowed out slowly.

Tim silently pressed the shortcut button to call Batman, and clenched the weapon stick with his other hand.

"You know I can't sit idly by, right?"

Jason didn't make one of his usual one-liners, and he looked weird.

He seemed to be sad, but he didn't seem to be that sad. He hid all his emotions in the iceberg under the water, only showing some calmness.

"Then stop me."

Red Hood walked straight away from the Batcomputer without even looking back at "Ashe" who was sleeping in the ice coffin.

Tim hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Aren't you taking her away?"

Red Hood didn't stop at his words, and he opened the upward elevator door.

"That's not her."

The cold mechanical voice concealed all the emotions he originally hid in his words.

Tim stared at "Ashe" who seemed to be asleep in the ice coffin, and pursed his lips.

You said it wasn't her, so what are you going to take revenge on?

The dazzling words of successful matching on the bat computer stayed on the blue standby interface.

"The new mayor, Cynthia Green!!"

After confirming the voting results from various places, the host held up the microphone and announced loudly.

Cynthia stood up and applauded with a smile, waving her hands to greet the cheering voters in the audience.

She was wearing a black dress, solemn and solemn as if attending a funeral, only the gold coins that were made into necklaces and worn on her chest gleamed under the lights.

That symbolizes that she is the highest person in charge of the "Adjudication Association" and can exercise all the rights of the adjudicator.

Cynthia took the microphone handed over by the host, and the spotlight hit her head, so that she couldn't even see the crowd in the audience.

The cheers of the fanatical people and the figures of their raised hands have become blurred, and all she can see is the phantom of the goddess standing in front of her.

The "Adjudicator" looked at his disciples with a smile.

He was silent and just looked at her.

Cynthia took a deep breath, and her heart gradually calmed down as the final results were announced.

My God, please bless me and allow me to bring your justice back to the world.

The phantom of the "Judger" began to dissipate like the petals of a flower.

She knew that God had heard her prayers.

The road ahead is smooth, just waiting for her to go ahead and pick the fruits of victory.

"Cynthia Green, will implement justice, seek the welfare of the people, and give the fairest trial!"

She watched the cheering crowd, her head was a little hot from the spotlight.

Two months ago, Cynthia's biggest dream was to be the captain of a small team.

Now, she stands at the top of power and holds Gotham's future in her hands.

Fate is such a strange thing, it has taken away many things from her, given her difficulties that ordinary people have never experienced, and now it makes her stand on top of all people.

Cynthia raised her hands and cheered with everyone, tears gradually flowed from her eyes.

In the corner, a man wearing a black hat and gray sportswear was watching her, laughing and clapping his hands.

After a while, the scene became empty as the new mayor left.

The woman stood there looking up at the statue of the adjudicator standing in the center of the city hall, and smiled noncommittally.

Then he crushed the brim of his hat and left the hall.

Black Mask has recently felt that he is in Mercury retrograde.

If it wasn't for Mercury retrograde, why didn't everything go well for him?

The cruise ship transporting weapons was blown up by the citizens of Gotham, and the off-line for buying and selling powder was turned over to the police station. Every mission on weekdays would be disrupted by the lunatics of the Judgment Association.

It sucks, really, it sucks.

The black mask stood in his office, with his hands under his chin, thinking about the way to survive in the future.

Gotham is spiraling out of control right now.

He had envisioned Gotham being pulled out of the quagmire, and even Batman couldn't do it, just suppress its sinking.

But "Judger Dicky" did it.

I don't know if she is really a god, but she can turn the entire Gotham into her stronghold at the same speed as the viral broadcast.

Heard the latest ballad?

The "Judger" is everywhere, and he will pierce every villain with the sword of judgment.

This villain should include him, right?

If she is not a god who is good at brainwashing, then she should also be a very smart and very smart wizard, no, a god!

The sacrifice for everyone in that scene was simply a grand gesture that no one could have imagined.

Could it be that she could have foreseen in advance that the hit gangs were planning to kill her even if the fish died and the net broke?

When she did this, she killed herself first, and no one could shake her position.

If we say that in some people's minds, she was still a new anti-hero who wanted to kill and stop killing.

After doing this, she was directly sublimated and became a god who sacrificed herself.

So clever, so clever!How on earth did she come up with this step?

How could this kind of talent not be paid by him in advance!

Black Mask was heartbroken.

Now that the new mayor is in office, she is not just a puppet like the previous mayors.

Cynthia Green, who holds the Judgment Association, is the most powerful person in Gotham today.

As for Penguin?

Black Mask didn't want to include him in the scope of the previous mayors at all.

Since three-quarters of his property belonged to him after his death, we won't talk about him anymore.

Black Mask thought.

Do you want to use the money you have deposited now to start the conversion?

But the world in Gotham will not disappear so quickly, should we wait for the situation to see the situation...

"Bang bang!"

There was a knock on his office.

The black mask who was still sighing wistfully frowned in dissatisfaction.

He clearly said not to come in and disturb him easily.

"Come in."

Who is so blind to see?Didn't you see that he was lamenting the loss of talent and thinking about the new situation of future reshuffle!

"Hi! Long time no see, do you miss me?"

The familiar mechanical sound sounded.

The black mask slowly raised his hands, making a standard gesture of surrender.

Because the muzzle of the black hole was aimed straight at his head, and he didn't live enough for the time being, and he didn't want to be killed so early.

He could see that behind the wide open door were his subordinates who had long since lost their vitality.

These trash!

The black mask cursed in his heart, but he didn't show it on the surface.

Black Mask grinned, wanting to preserve his last dignity as the boss of Gotham's Upper East Side.

"I can make you inherit my...."

"boom!"

The gunshot rang out, and the gang boss who roamed Gotham's Upper East Side slowly slid off his chair.

he died.

Died so easily.

Red Hood put away his gun indifferently.

"Talk to hell."

If you can meet some jerk, send him a word.

Just say: Climb him up from hell quickly, don't wait for him to find her.

Otherwise, he would have spanked her hard.

The kind that won't forgive her easily even if she is beaten until she cries miserably.

The Riddler wears clothes that blend easily into the crowd.

This is already the countless times he has leaped over Arkham.

He squeezed his chin and thought about where it would be better to put the riddle.

To have an iconic place, where being discovered will definitely cause new big news... By the way, you have to stay away from the lunatics of the Inquisition Society.

He didn't want to be robbed and beaten to death by them in the street.

That's why he didn't wear his signature green suit.

Now there are people everywhere in Gotham waiting to do justice for the sky. Do you think he is stupid when he goes out to be a target at this time?!

Suddenly, someone tapped him lightly on the shoulder.

The Riddler immediately drew out his gun vigilantly, aiming at the person who just shot himself.

"What are you doing!"

The visitor had long brown hair, a pair of beautiful brown eyes, and was wearing a gray sportswear, like an ordinary passerby who couldn't be more ordinary.

She put away the hand she just patted the Riddler with an innocent face.

"Sorry...I just wanted to ask you if you need another friend."

The Riddler loves riddles, but he doesn't like riddles without answers that he can't solve.

He stared at the woman in front of him, still holding his gun vigilantly.

"Why do you want to be my friend?"

The woman smiled and pointed to her head, "I always wanted to be a detective when I was a child, because that way I would be able to get in touch with all kinds of difficult riddles."

She spread her hands and looked helpless, "But all the cases I have access to are too simple, and the answer can be seen at a glance."

"And at this time, I came across your riddle, and it took me a long time to figure it out!"

"I knew at that time that I made up your friend!"

The Riddler nodded reservedly, the corners of his lips raised after being praised betrayed his pretty good mood.

"Okay, then you can follow me, but we have to be careful, after all, the recent Gotham is not peaceful."

Ashe Black, who made Gotham a mess, nodded emphatically.

The Riddler tested her a few riddles and found that she could solve them in just a few seconds, so he put away his gun in satisfaction.

"How should I address you as?"

he asked his new friend.

Ashe tilted her head as though she were thinking, and then she slammed her fist into the palm of her hand.

"Every detective should have a cool code name, and so should I!"

Pointing at herself, she said with a smile, "Just call me 'Black Curly Tail'!"

The Riddler thought for a moment, a bird of prey that would prey on small animals?Fine.

He still complained, "Your naming skills are terrible."

Ashe smiled sheepishly.

How high can a guy who directly calls himself the Riddler have a high level of naming!

She complained silently.

I don't know why, she has been sneezing today, is it because someone scolded her?

This is too much to hate her!Or is it a sign that her body's immunity is weakened and she is about to catch a cold?

Against the Riddler's disgusted gaze, Ashe sneezed again.

She smiled embarrassedly and rubbed her red nose.

"Then shall we set up riddles now?"

The Riddler looked at her with layman's eyes, raised his finger and shook, "No, we need to get a sponsor first."

Ashe Layman Black: Huh?Want to do sponsorship?Is this starting a business?

Facing Ashe's subtle gaze, the Riddler triumphantly introduced his years of experience as a villain, wishing he could tell everything in his head at once.

He talked for a while, and seeing Ashe nodding with "I see" on his face, he felt a sense of complacency in his heart.

Riddler: Shall I also train a criminal apprentice?

He looked at Ashe who was nodding in front of him, and said slowly: "Are you interested in being my student? I can teach you more than this."

Ash Black, who once had teachers: Two-Face, Scarecrow, and Ogre Hannibal.

One of the first two was shot down by her, and the other was killed by her with fear gas.

The latter knew who she was and kept a distance.

Ashe hesitated for a moment, then said, "This...are you sure?"

The Riddler felt a little unhappy. With him, a super villain, coming to recruit apprentices, she was still unwilling?

"You look down on me?"

he asked unhappily.

Ashe immediately shook her head, it seemed that she was sincere, and that was resolute.

"How could I look down on you? I'm just a fledgling rookie, and I couldn't be more honored to be appreciated by you!"

The Riddler nodded in satisfaction, and said slowly to her: "As your teacher, the first lesson I want to teach you is never to be caught by the Judgment Association."

Ashe (the Judge himself): "Pfft..."

The Riddler who was interrupted stared at her unhappily and said, "What are you laughing at?"

Ashe waved her hand quickly, trying to hold back her smile, "I'm sorry, I just wanted to sneeze but I didn't sneeze! Go on, go on!"

The Riddler looked at her suspiciously, and found that she looked innocent, and then said, "You really don't seem to be in a good mind. In Gotham, if Batman catches you, at most three-quarters of you will be severely injured.", but if you are caught by those lunatics from the Judgment Association, you will definitely not be able to escape the death penalty."

Ashe nodded, eyes full of (fake) admiration.

However, the Riddler didn't know it was an act, and his vanity was greatly appeased.

It turns out that it's so cool to accept apprentices, if knew he would have accepted one earlier.

He continued, "...It's mainly the judge's fault. If it weren't for her, Gotham would still be our paradise. How could those civilians resist here?"

Ashe nodded, lowered her head slightly and covered her dead eyes with her bangs.

It's not the best time yet, she can't expose it.

This guy is so annoying.

she thought.

The Riddler continued to tilt his head and said something he knew, and then waited for his apprentice who seemed particularly curious to ask questions.

Ashe raised her head with a look of curiosity.

"Riddler, have you ever heard of a clown?"

The Riddler, who had just been taunted by the clown before flying to Arkham, was caught off guard and heard the name of this hate second only to Batman and Judge Dicky.

The Riddler: A Riddler Criticizes His Face.jpg

He looked at his cheap apprentice, "Why do you ask him?"

Ashe pretended not to see his unhappiness, and said deliberately: "Isn't he known as Gotham's criminal emperor? I want to be someone more powerful than him, isn't that normal?"

Riddler: Fart criminal emperor!That bastard doesn't deserve this title!

He looked even more unhappy, and even wanted to shoot the cheap apprentice in front of him.

"Him? He's just a coward. He usually acts crazy, but now that he knows people are killing people everywhere, he doesn't dare to come out..."

Ashe pretended to be suddenly enlightened and listened to him say some words that belittled the clown, while thinking of a real reason in her heart.

Oh, clown.

The brown eyes hidden behind the bangs were full of murderous intent.

How does that lunatic know what fear is?

The reason why he didn't escape from prison like the Riddler was because he was telling her in another way: he was waiting for her in Arkham!

The Riddler loudly scolded the clown for being worthless, and it took a while before he remembered his real purpose.

Riddler: He didn't come out this time to scold the clown, why did he get off topic while chatting?really weird.

He never imagined that this seemingly harmless person in front of him led him to stray from the topic step by step.

"Create a riddle too, and then we'll figure out where to put it."

He said to Ashe.

Ashe frowned, then said with a smile, "Who killed the mockingbird?"

"I think this is fine."

The Riddler was just about to say something, but for some reason he felt an oncoming murderous aura.

Riddler: What the hell, where is the air-conditioning coming from?