This bat cub looks very weak

"What's going on? Why did the fire start?" Damian frowned as he looked at the scene in front of him. The fire was huge, and almost the entire floor of the factory was burning. However, although the fire was large, it did not spread to the ladder and the stairs opposite. So, even if they could not cross the bottom of the factory and leave through the factory gate, they could take the stairs to the second floor and leave through a vent over there.

There was no way to retreat, so Dorothy and Damian looked at each other and chose to move forward.

Heat waves swept in from all directions. Dorothy wanted to say that she was a little cold just now, but now she was not cold anymore, because she felt like she was being roasted.

Damian took Dorothy's hand and led her forward. Although they would feel at ease supporting each other when facing difficulties together, Dorothy could not let her mind go. The fire came very suddenly and it must have been arson. Damian must have thought of this, but even though they knew it was a trap, they still had to move forward.

The question is, even though Dorothy didn't have the ring to open the portal, why didn't she use the talisman?

The reason is simple: Dorothy can't.

She couldn't use magic at this time, because she also realized that the power of Scarlet Witch, Strange and Doctor Strange had caused great harm to her. Even if she could quickly repair her body with potions, she couldn't use magic again to cause her energy to collapse and fall into a coma again because of vomiting blood, then she couldn't guarantee when she would wake up.

Dorothy didn't tell Bruce about this, because she couldn't tell Bruce about it. Or maybe it was just luck, she felt that she didn't have to use magic, after all, she still had a vest.

"Dong-dong-dong-dong" The rhythmic sound of knocking on the ladder railings echoed throughout the factory, and Dorothy and Damian stopped and looked at the figure blocking the only road in front of them.

"Deathstroke! It's you!" Damian roared. He was extremely angry at the moment, but he did not let go of Dorothy's hand, but just held her tighter.

Um, Deathstroke.

Dorothy narrowed her eyes.

She should have thought of it earlier.

After she came to Gotham, she basically hadn't seen any of Gotham's villains. The few who appeared were Croc who appeared a few times, Black Mask who had never been seen, the Joker who was already dead, and Poison Ivy who she met by accident. The only one left was Deathstroke who had escaped before.

And there was indeed the shadow of Deathstroke in Damian's story, and one of Deathstroke's eyes was crippled by Damian. Well, Dorothy's shoulder was most likely hit by Deathstroke just now.

Now, new hatred and old grudges have come together.

"Dorothy, step back." Damian let go of Dorothy's hand, but he drew out the knife again and pointed it at Deathstroke. Dorothy didn't say anything, but tactfully stepped back a few steps.

Dorothy was thinking, if she were to fight Deathstroke, what are her chances of winning?

"Hmph, it took some effort to find you. I didn't expect you to be the child of the Bat. That woman Talia is really good at hooking up with men." Deathstroke snorted coldly as he looked at Damian pointing a knife at him, but he was a little surprised when he saw Dorothy behind Damian. He narrowed his eyes as if wondering who she was.

Just now, Dorothy had the foresight to wear a mask before she and Damian took action, so it was normal that Deathstroke did not recognize her. But to be honest, Dorothy's outfit at this time was still somewhat conspicuous. In addition, Deathstroke also saw Damian holding Dorothy's hand and protecting her behind him, which shows that their relationship is not that simple.

“You! Don’t talk about my mother!” Damian rushed forward with his knife clenched tightly, but before he rushed forward, he said to Dorothy, “Run when the time is right!”

"Dang--" Deathstroke quickly drew out his two swords and attacked Damian. Because he had suffered at the hands of Damian before, he showed no mercy this time. Instead, he wanted to let Damian die here.

Because the venue was small, the two could only advance or retreat, and it was a difficult battle. Although Damian was short, he had good attacking and flexibility. His small position restricted Deathstroke's movements.

However, Deathstroke was a battle-hardened mercenary after all. His size and the pressure from his two swords made it even more difficult for Damian to resist. In addition, Deathstroke really wanted to kill Damian, so Damian suffered even more hideous sword wounds.

If the current situation continues, Damian will lose.

Dorothy sighed, she looked at Deathstroke who had his back to her, and in front of him was kneeling Damian who was holding on but unwilling to fall. Without saying anything, Dorothy first gave herself a quick shot, this time she didn't even frown, then Dorothy slowly walked towards Deathstroke who had raised the knife ready to send Damian off.

"Puchi——" the sound of the knife piercing through the body.

“!!!” The two people with confused faces were Damian and Deathstroke.

"You!?" Deathstroke was shocked. He didn't even feel Dorothy's breath before she stabbed him in the shoulder. He didn't sit idle either. He immediately turned the knife and stabbed Dorothy who was standing behind him.

Dorothy pulled the knife away without mercy, and blood gushed out from Deathstroke's shoulder, which was much heavier than the blow that Deathstroke had hit Dorothy with. Dorothy took a step back, then stood up and stepped on the railing next to her to bypass Deathstroke. She quickly changed hands to grab the knife and dragged Damian by the back of his collar with her right hand and ran.

You opened fire and injured me, and I hit you back, so we're even.

"Dorothy—" Damian was about to call Dorothy, but realized that he couldn't call out her name.

Deathstroke watched this scene but just covered the wound on his shoulder without moving. He looked at Dorothy who was running away with Damian, narrowed his eyes, then tightly grasped the knife in his hand and threw it directly towards Damian and Dorothy, preparing to kill two birds with one knife.

"Ding--" Dorothy seemed to have sensed something and turned around and used her left hand to knock away Deathstroke's knife. However, this one blow injured the wound on Dorothy's left shoulder, and she staggered in pain.

Tsk! The real murderer!

Dorothy realized that Deathstroke saw the bandage on her left shoulder and concluded that she had been hit by a wooden stick. He also saw that she changed the knife with her left hand and held Damian with her right hand. Even if she fought back, she could only use her left hand.

For some reason, Deathstroke felt that this little girl was much more interesting than Damian in her arms, and he also wanted to catch her. He didn't know what her relationship was with the Bat family.

"Bang!" However, just as Deathstroke took a step forward to catch Dorothy, the ladder under the feet of the three people suddenly shook and even sank, which made Dorothy and Deathstroke stop at the same time.

There was a sea of ​​fire below. If she fell in, no matter whether Damian and Deathstroke were dead or not, she would definitely die first.

You will be scalded to death!

However, regardless of Dorothy's excessive concerns, Deathstroke quickly rushed towards her. He could grab Dorothy with just one hand. However, at that moment, the ladder broke at both ends under the heavy load, and the three of them fell down together.

Dorothy wanted to roll her eyes at Deathstroke at this moment. Why was she so reckless? She was getting herself into trouble! And dragged them down with her. However, what Dorothy didn't expect was that Deathstroke caught her. At this time, Deathstroke hooked the railing above his head with one hand, and grabbed Dorothy's arm with the other hand, which was her left hand.

Dorothy was in so much pain that she wanted to bite someone.

"…" But Dorothy looked up at Deathstroke, confusion written on her face.

Damian stabbed you and you went after him. I stabbed you and you saved me?

"Throw away that burden, or I'll throw you away too." Deathstroke threatened, but he did not let go. He had just been stabbed by Dorothy, so he was holding Dorothy's injured hand with his injured hand. It was not certain whether both of them could hold on for long.

"Dorothy, let go!" Damian didn't know why he didn't want to drag Dorothy down at this moment. He felt a little tired. The last time he had this feeling was when he was thrown onto a snowy mountain by his mother when he was a child. He didn't know how long he had been walking. The dark night and the white snow seemed to be his burial place at any time.

And now, it's okay even if I die in the bright light of the fire.

Damn, why does this kid seem to see a revolving lantern?

Dorothy gritted her teeth, her heart sank, and she directly took out the Dark Book from the system space. To be honest, she was still in a very awkward situation. Both her hands were holding people, and she had no hands free to cast magic. There was no other way, she could only read it simply and roughly with her mouth.

"————" The Dark Book was suspended in front of Dorothy with black and red magic energy, and it seemed to understand Dorothy's thoughts and automatically turned the page. Even though Dorothy did not recognize the font on the Dark Book, she could still understand its current function and what was written in the book.

As soon as Dorothy finished her words, countless dark ghosts suddenly poured out from the Dark Book, and they wrapped around the three people with their fangs and claws. There were scorching flames beside them, but the ghosts made their backs chill. Their ears were filled with the shrill roars of the ghosts, which made their heads swell.

"Heaven's pardon!" Dorothy shouted loudly, and then the yellow talismans that she had kept in the system space flew around in the sea of ​​fire like they were free of charge. The burning talismans immediately identified the target and began to capture the souls wrapped around several people. By sacrificing the souls as energy, the talisman exerted another teleportation skill to allow them to be transferred away directly.

I guess these ghosts never imagined that Dorothy summoned them out so that they could become Buddhas on the spot.

"Shh-"

"Bang." The three of them fell to the cold ground together. Behind them was a factory that was already burning with flames. The flames shot up into the sky and seemed to illuminate the night as well.

"Hmm?" Dorothy knelt on the ground with one hand supporting her body, while she covered her mouth tightly with the other. She was feeling very hot, as if an inexplicable force was burning her soul, and blood was constantly flowing out of her throat. Dorothy had desperately covered her mouth with her hands, forcing herself to swallow back the fishy-sweet liquid, but it was of no avail, and blood still seeped out from between her fingers.

"Dorothy!" Damian called out Dorothy's name this time. When he saw Dorothy's appearance, he immediately pulled her hands apart, but he could only see shocking bloodstains. Dorothy was still vomiting blood and couldn't even speak.

Dorothy looked up at Damian in front of her, unable to smile. Her mouth was full of blood, but her consciousness was unusually clear, and she didn't even look like she was about to faint. However, the sight of her vomiting blood was really terrifying.

Dorothy: I feel like I want to die right now.