Comic: Becoming a Phantom Thief to Steal Hearts

"This voice is..."

Clark couldn't control his gaze and looked at Bruce.

Although the recording was somewhat distorted, and what they saw was a second broadcast, the sound became even more powerful, but Clark and Dick present were both people who knew the blues very well, and they reacted almost as soon as they heard it. .

Although Bruce felt the gaze of the two people, he ignored it and stared at the screen with his steel blue eyes.

Damian stood silently.

Lucas tugged on his cloak, "Father, say, dog, walk the dog."

Damian turned back to look at Lucas, his green eyes full of exhaustion, and he said numbly, "...Well, let's go."

Neither Dick nor Bruce would think that the dog in the darkened Batman's mouth is a normal dog. It is obviously the Robin dog in Lucas' mouth.

They walked through a long dark corridor and heard howling in the distance. It was shrill and sharp, and it was simply not a sound that humans could make.

"Noisy." Lucas felt very uncomfortable and said aggrievedly, "Father, please be quiet around here."

Damian paused, "Ah, after all, if you argue around your father, you will be dealt with, so..."

He glanced at the confused Lucas and said, "Try to stay silent. I don't want to secretly take you to the Lazarus Pool all the time."

Connor suddenly realized, "This is why Lucas talks so little."

"This is so hellish..." Dick couldn't help but hold his forehead, frowning the whole time.

Dick has always been a very emotional person and very empathetic. From the beginning of his memory to now, the atmosphere has been very depressing, and he feels the pain of the other Damian.

But the next scene cannot be said to be tender.

What appeared on the screen was a huge cage, and humanoid dogs wearing bloody Robin uniforms were biting each other and devouring each other's flesh.

They all wore spiked collars around their necks, their green eyes were full of bloodthirsty and cruelty, and they made whining threatening sounds from their mouths.

"Rao!" Clark exclaimed.

These... people have long lost their original appearance. Even if Bruce tried to identify them, he couldn't recognize them for a while.

The duel ended quickly. One of the weaker Robin dogs was besieged and killed. This seemed to satisfy the bloodthirsty desires of the other Robin dogs, and they began to eat his flesh and blood honestly.

"...That's enough." Damian pressed the button in his hand, and high-intensity electricity connected to the iron cage. Robin Dog, who was originally a little excited to see a living person coming over, immediately fell to the ground.

Damian took the mostly dismembered Robin out of its cage.

He didn't care about the mess on his body. He squatted down and wiped his still intact head with his sleeve. After removing the white powder on his face, the true identity of this Robin was finally clear.

"Tibao..." Dick covered his mouth with an ugly expression.

Dick, who has seen so much, can hardly hold back, just like a forensic doctor who sees the bloody corpses time and time again and still sheds tears of sadness when facing the death of a family member.

Dick had a similar feeling at the moment. Even if it was Tim from another world, he was still Tim!

"Is it still Drake...he is the one who has died the most." Damian commented.

The modified Robin dogs have a crazy paranoia about flesh and blood. If they are locked together, the weakest dog must be sacrificed to satisfy them.

Tim and Stephanie died the most. Quite simply, in terms of physical fitness during the Robin period, they were the weakest.

There wasn't much bone and flesh left of the Robin dog, so Damian buried him in the garden and piled a small earth bag.

Looking around, the entire garden is almost full of small dirt bags like this.

Each dirt bag represents a child transformed into a Robin, which is really heavy.

"Damn it!" Connor said through gritted teeth.

Clark glanced at his old friend worriedly, "Why is Bruce like this?"

"Joker virus," Bruce said hoarsely.

Bruce had a bad premonition when he heard the recording of the maniacal laughter. It wasn't until he saw the crazy smile on Robin Dog's face that he finally confirmed that he in another world was definitely affected by the clown virus.

"I have long said that the clown is a scourge!" Dick said anxiously, "Now he has even turned you into this!"

"We're not sure how I contracted the Joker virus yet," Bruce said. "Calm down, Dick."

"Calm down? Calm down?! How can you tell me to calm down?!" Dick paced back and forth in the room quickly, "Don't you understand what that scene means?!"

Yes, if there is a child's soul under every bumpkin, how many worlds have been destroyed by laughter?

Facing the bad atmosphere between the two Bat family members, Clark and Connor didn't dare to speak at all, but they really couldn't waste too much time now.

"Um...should I continue to let go?" Clark asked tentatively.

"Go on." Bruce said heavily.

But the scene in the picture has changed. This is a watchtower.

Superman, Wonder Woman, The Flash...many familiar people fell here, with blood flowing under their bodies. Their faces were mixed with horror and fear, as well as unbelievable distorted expressions, all indicating that they were dying before death. The pain encountered.

This is a hell-like scene. The lens is covered with a faint and ominous blood color, which seems to indicate the owner's agitated mood.

Lucas gasped while holding on to the wall, the bloody kryptonite knife stuck in the ground.

Also, without Kryptonite, they would not have the chance to kill Superman.

"Da, da, m, an." After adjusting his condition, Lucas began to search for his brother among the corpses.

With his hands covered in blood, he finally found Damian who had been chopped in half.

"Dami, Ann..." Lucas became anxious, rummaging around for something at a loss, and finally found a bottle of green Lazarus pool water.

"Ahem, keep it...for your own use..." Damian opened his eyes, "Take me to the maintenance room of the watchtower."

It turns out that his body has also been mechanized, and this injury is not considered fatal.

Due to the existence of mechanical heroes such as Cyborg and Red Tornado, the maintenance room of the Watchtower is quite advanced. Under Damian's guidance, Lucas successfully repaired him.

"Let's go to Gotham to meet my father." Damian inserted the kryptonite knife into the lead scabbard.

Lucas picked up Damian and flew towards Gotham.

The scene in Gotham was even more tragic. Everyone who could see it fell to the ground while smiling and grinning from ear to ear. Their blue-white faces were lifeless.

Standing atop the ruins is a smiling Batman.

A Batman who laughs like the Joker.

He was grinning maniacally, and the Robin on all fours he was holding was grinning like him.

Compared with the normal Batman, this Batman wears a different spiked helmet and another blood-stained Batsuit. Compared with the normal Batman, who has distinct muscles, he is much thinner, and his exposed teeth have turned dark yellow.

Indeed, he is more like the Joker than Batman.

Guesses were just guesses, but after seeing the Batman Who Laughs, the medical room suddenly fell into deathly silence.

Fortunately, the alarm from the machine broke the tense atmosphere at the moment.

Clark hurriedly rushed forward to check Lucas' current situation.

Lucas, who was in the medical cabin, seemed to be trapped in an unspeakable nightmare, his brows furrowed uneasily, and his limbs began to struggle.

"We can no longer explore this part of the memory." Clark said seriously. "When we peek into Lucas's memory, he truly feels these memories."

Clark temporarily cut off this part of the data, and the strength of Lucas's struggle suddenly became much smaller, but his brows did not relax.

"Now it can be completely confirmed." Dick breathed a long sigh of relief and looked at Bruce seriously, "I don't mind having another brother."

How does that bastard Batman deserve to have a hybrid Kryptonian bird! If possible, Dick wished he could travel across the world and bring Damian from another world to him. Seeing the two brothers living a hard life under the laughing hands, the eldest brother said that he really couldn't bear it.

Bruce has his own opinion on this.

"He cast a shadow on me," he said.

This is obvious. Although Bruce also wants to take the scarred boy back to his lair, the fact is that he doesn't know what Lucas thinks of him. Bruce doesn't want Lucas to be in a familiar environment. feel fear.

Dick soon thought of this, and he scratched his head, "Then...at worst, he comes to Bludhaven, and we can form a team to fight crime."

"Why can't Lucas stay with me in Metropolis?" Connor Soul asked.

Both bats ignored him.

"Are there any other softer memories?" Bruce asked.

Clark was stunned, "Do you want to continue watching?"

"Well, there's something I want to confirm."

When technology is sophisticated enough, abstract things like memory can also be quantified. After just a round of memory viewing, Clark can already select memories that will not make Lucas feel irritated based on various data on the computer.

The scene this time seems to be a laboratory.

Lucas seemed to have just woken up, his vision was a little blurry, but his hearing was still functioning.

"Boy, do you think it would be useful to put this thing on him?"

"Constantine." Bruce recognized the owner of this voice almost instantly.

"Why is this related to the magic side again..." Dick sighed.

As we all know, anything related to Constantine is a good thing, and now it seems like a cooperation between Damian and him.

"This is just insurance." Damian said, "I have found a way to defeat the Batman Who Laughs."

Constantine sighed, "I hope so, my old friend, I can't understand him anymore."

"He has been very excited recently, as if he was talking to an invisible being. Do you have any insights?"

"Well... there are too many possibilities, ranging from a certain wraith to a large will." Constantine shrugged, "You know, I don't dare to get close to Wayne now."

He changed his tone, "So, what is your plan?"

"No comment."

"You seem to distrust me, so I have to consider our cooperation." Constantine said lazily.

"Stop pretending, you've always wanted to avenge Zatara, haven't you."

"Xiao Zha..." Constantine couldn't help but murmured at first, and then clicked his tongue in displeasure.

Being as smart as he is, he can naturally see that Damian cares about Lucas, "The plan you are talking about is not about the newborn baby, is it?"

Damian said nothing.

"No way?" Constantine frowned, "Then I don't understand why you asked me to install that device into his head."

"That...Damian asked Constantine to pretend?!" Dick exclaimed in shock, "But...why?"

Bruce: "Keep listening."

"If you want him to grow up enough to fight Wayne, you shouldn't mess with his memory. Memory is a very precious thing, and forgetting will make him lose motivation." Constantine said.

"You don't understand." Damian's face darkened, "Before that, that man will drive him crazy and make his soul rot like a clown. Maybe you are father...Wayne's old friend, but you I wouldn’t have understood him.”

Constantine and Damian looked at each other, and after a while they raised their hands resignedly, "Okay, okay, I'll do whatever you want, young master."

"Are you mocking me, third-rate magician?" Damian glanced at him, and now he looked a bit like his original self.

"So, this device is not to brainwash Lucas, but to protect him." Connor suddenly realized.

"Damian?" Lucas sat up from the operating table, holding his head, "My head hurts a little."

Damian, who had just been arguing with Constantine, immediately came to Lucas and asked, "Is it difficult?"

"My head hurts. There's something inside." Lucas said uncomfortably.

Apparently, Lucas could feel something being implanted in his brain.

Damian immediately glared at Constantine, "What's going on?"

Constantine lit a cigarette, held it in his mouth, and said nonchalantly, "I have tried my best. As you said, I am just a third-rate mage, and I don't know how to do the work of a doctor."

Damian clenched his fists, but he also understood that Constantine was a rare person in the world who could be trusted.

He exhaled a long breath and looked at Lucas again, "Do you believe me?"

"I, I always believe in you."

Although he didn't understand why Damian asked this, for Lucas, he naturally believed in his brother.

"That's good." Damian held Lucas' head, "Don't doubt anything in your mind, that's all your memories."

"Until you are able to bear everything, grow up like an ordinary person."