Chapter 460: Riddler, get out of Gotham!

Arkham breakouts are a recurring tradition in Gotham, happening every few days.

Not long after Darian first joined the Gotham City Police Department, he had the privilege of participating in one.

Little did he expect that not long after, this event would go live again.

Bruce quickly brought up the surveillance footage of Arkham Asylum, frowning: “Someone has infiltrated Arkham, and they used the central control room to unlock the electronic locks of all the cells.”

He paused, his expression turning somewhat subtle.

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Darian said casually: “What’s up, did all the criminals run away?”

Bruce shook his head: “No, quite the contrary. Most of the criminals stayed in their own cells and didn’t leave.”

Of course he knew the reason why.

Last time that fellow Darian slaughter most of the criminals in Arkham, giving them all psychological trauma.

Especially that Warden’s tune, which had already become a banned track in Arkham.

Nowadays, whenever someone gets into a fight in the cell block, the prison guards turn on the broadcast, the melody rings out, and the eyes of even the most irritable prisoners instantly become clear.

Because of this, even with the doors wide open, the criminals still didn’t dare to go out. Some of the timider ones even actively closed their cell doors, fearing they would be mistaken for trying to break out.

The criminals: “Trying to trick me into going out to be killed so you can clear up space in Arkham? Don’t even think about it!”

Bruce continued: “However, there are still multiple supercriminals who staged a collective prison break and have already run out of Arkham Asylum. We must hurry and catch them back, otherwise the entire Gotham will plunge into chaos.”

Damian curled his lips: “What’s the point of catching them back? Locked in and then breaking out again, breaking out and then caught back—aren’t you sick of it?”

“If you ask me, it’d be better to just kill them directly. That way they’ll never have a chance to commit crimes again, and won’t Gotham be completely at peace?”

Bruce turned around, looking at Damian with a heavy gaze: “I don’t know what your mother actually taught you, but you must remember that killing is the bottom line. This line must never be crossed. Once you start solving problems by killing, you won’t be any different from those criminals.”

Damian raised his head unconvinced: “If things are done my way, it will be much easier.”

Bruce said in a deep voice: “This has nothing to do with whether it’s easy or not. We must use the right methods to do the right things, rather than using criminal means to deal with criminals.”

Damian snorted: “I think I am the right one! Besides, the things you do aren’t legal either! Intentional assault, illegal trespassing, carrying dangerous weapons… which of these is legal?”

Bruce was momentarily at a loss for words.

Darian laughed until his shoulders shook, patting Bruce’s thigh: “My dear grandson is right. Never learn from this father of yours, especially planting monitors in other people’s homes—that’s standard perverted voyeur behavior, don’t you learn from him.”

Bruce: “…”

He decided to ignore these two little monsters and switched the surveillance footage to the most heavily guarded area, where only an empty cell remained.

This was clown’s cell.

Bruce’s heart sank; that most dangerous fellow had also escaped.

Without hesitation, he grabbed his helmet and shoved it onto his head, his black cape billowing in the red light of the alarm as he strode toward the Batmobile.

Seeing this posture, Damian instantly felt that his chance to prove himself had arrived.

He trotted up after him and shouted at Bruce: “Take me with you, I can help! I’m an outstanding graduate of the League of Assassins, I can help you deal with those supercriminals.”

Bruce glanced at him sideways: “No, you stay here and don’t go anywhere.”

Damian’s eyes widened: “On what grounds?!”

“On the grounds that I’m your dad.”

Bruce directly exercised bloodline suppression, instantly silencing Damian.

Before he could react, Bruce pulled open the car door and got in. With a step on the accelerator, the Batmobile vanished into the end of the Batcave in the blink of an eye.

“Bastard! I see you’re just afraid that I’ll steal your thunder!”

Damian was so angry he gnashed his teeth.

However, the boy rolled his eyes, suddenly chuckled, and said: “Since you won’t let me tag along, then I’ll work alone.”

As he spoke, he ran to the console. Since he wasn’t tall enough, he simply stepped onto a chair, his small hands clacking away on the keyboard in a flurry of operations.

Darian asked out of curiosity: “What are you doing?”

Damian said excitedly: “I’m going to catch those supercriminals before that bat-daddy does! As long as I catch more supercriminals, I can prove that I’m better than Batman, and that I am the most outstanding generation!”

Darian chuckled cheerfully: “Good grandson, anyone with a dream is amazing. I support you!”

Damian was full of drive: “Especially his archenemy. If I can catch that fellow and then deliver him in front of bat-daddy, he’ll definitely be shocked.”

Darian raised an eyebrow: “The archenemy you mentioned refers to…”

“Of course it’s the clown!”

Damian clenched his fists, looking full of high spirits: “I’ve already inquired about it; that guy is Batman’s strongest archenemy. As long as I take him down, I can prove that Batman is inferior to me!”

Darian: “…”

Awesome. He hasn’t even cleared the starter village, and he’s already challenging Gotham’s ultimate boss right off the bat.

Have you ever heard the story of the Holy Sword of Physics and Robin?

Alfred suddenly chimed in: “Master Damian, the master told you to stay here. I suggest you’d better not run around randomly.”

Damian put his hands on his hips and tilted his chin up: “Why should I listen to him?”

Alfred wanted to persuade further, but Darian waved his hand: “Rest assured, I’ll go together with my dear grandson. With me here, no one will hurt him.”

As Bruce’s butler, Alfred knew a thing or two about Darian’s identity and abilities.

He hesitated for a moment and finally sighed: “Alright then, I’ll have to trouble you.”

Damian couldn’t wait any longer and tugged at the corner of Darian’s clothes: “grandfather, do you have a car?”

Darian made a grand wave of his hand: “Of course I do! Whatever brand and model you like, just name it, and grandfather guarantees to satisfy you.”

“Could it be that you have every kind of car?”

Hearing this tone, Damian’s curiosity was instantly hooked.

Darian proudly puffed out his chest: “Naturally. Your grandfather managed to achieve today’s success step by step purely through his own two hands.”

“So amazing!”

Damian let out an exclamation, thinking that this grandfather’s financial power was probably no less than that of his biological father.

He asked tentatively: “Then I want a Batmobile, is that okay?”

“How hard can that be? Wait for me a second.”

As he spoke, Darian walked straight toward the Batcave’s garage and casually picked one out among several Batmobiles.

Then, he pulled out the Master Key to open the car door, came under the steering wheel, skillfully pulled out two wires and gently touched them together, and the car engine instantly roared to life.

“….”

Damian watched in dumbfounded amazement. So this is how you rely on your own two hands!

Darian sat in the driver’s seat and waved at Damian: “Good grandson, get in the car quickly.”

Damian snapped out of it and immediately sat in the passenger seat.

Darian reminded him: “Good grandson, fasten your seatbelt. grandfather’s driving speed might be a bit fast.”

Damian smiled smugly: “grandfather, you underestimate me too much. I’ve received strict training; no matter how fast the speed is, I won’t be scared.”

Seeing that his attempts to persuade were useless, Darian sighed lightly: “Alright, then you better sit tight yourself.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he slammed his foot down on the accelerator.

The Batmobile let out a low roar, its tires scraping sharply against the ground, and the entire vehicle shot out of the Batcave at extreme speed as if being catapulted.

Completely unprepared, Damian was slammed hard against the seat by inertia, feeling somewhat dazed.

Outside the Batcave was a winding mountain road. Not long after rushing out, a sharp turn lay right ahead, with a pitch-black cliff just outside the guardrail.

Frightened so pale that his face turned white, Damian pointed ahead and shouted: “Ahead! Ahead! Turn!”

“Saw it, don’t panic.”

Darian answered casually while violently spinning the steering wheel. The tires emitted a sharp screeching sound, the rear of the car whipped out an exaggerated arc, and the car body scraped past almost right against the guardrail at the edge of the cliff.

Damian’s body was thrown to one side along with the sway of the vehicle, his forehead almost hitting the car window.

Darian spared a glance to check on him, asking with concern: “You okay, good grandson? If you can’t handle it, I can slow down.”

Damian’s expression was somewhat stiff, but he still stubbornly put up a front: “I’m fine. This speed is just so-so, far worse than when I was training in the League of Assassins.”

Darian chuckled happily: “That’s good. I was just testing the car’s performance earlier, afraid you wouldn’t adapt if it was too fast all at once. Since you put it that way, I can really let loose now.”

Damian: 0 — 0

Soon, the Batmobile arrived at the target location.

“It really has to be the Batmobile; this performance is indeed undisputed, actually able to speed up to nearly four hundred yards.”

Darian looked somewhat unfulfilled as he glanced at Damian, who was nearly paralyzed in his seat: “Good grandson, stop sleeping, we’ve arrived.”

“We… we’ve arrived?”

Damian finally snapped back to reality, letting go of the grab handle he had been tightly clutching, and tremblingly unbuckled his seatbelt with both hands.

He had indeed received strict training; no matter how fast the speed was, he wouldn’t be scared.

Unless he couldn’t hold it in.

Damian pushed open the door with difficulty and got out of the car, his steps still a bit floaty, and it took a few minutes of recovery before he felt better.

He pulled out a special instrument from his embrace and fiddled with it for a few moments, lowering his head: “According to the surveillance footage, some supercriminals have been here before. We must hurry up and take action; we must absolutely not let Batman snatch them away.”

Darian stopped Damian, who was about to take action.

“Good grandson, if you go up like this without any disguise, the enemy will remember your appearance. A superhero cannot show their face in public, otherwise they’ll easily face revenge from supercriminals. Let me give you a disguise.”

Damian felt that these words actually made some sense, so he let Darian fuss over him.

Darian’s movements were fast.

In just a short while, he stopped and stepped back, touching his chin as he looked him up and down, nodding with satisfaction.

“Too perfect! Now no one will be able to tell that you’re Batman’s son.”

Damian took the mirror handed over by Darian and looked into it curiously.

At this moment, his face was deathly pale, his lips bright red, with red paint stretching from the corners of his mouth all the way to his earlobes. It looked just like he was grinning wildly, which was quite creepy.

With this makeup, of course no one could recognize that he was Batman’s son.

This was clearly the clown’s son!

Damian was on the verge of tears: “grandfather, is this disguise really okay?”

Darian said with a straight face: “No choice, the situation is urgent and there are no disguise props. Let’s just make do with this for now. Don’t waste time, let’s move quickly.”

Following the clues, they came to a damp alleyway.

However, there wasn’t a single soul here, only a line of English carved into the wall with a sharp, hard object.

“I am destined to be destroyed the moment I am created; the more complex I am, the more I crave simplicity. When you shout out my answer, I cease to exist. What am I?”

Damian raised an eyebrow: “Is this a riddle?”

“It’s the Riddler.”

Darian’s face instantly darkened, as if he recalled some terrible memories.

To deeply understand DC, he had played all DC-related games, among which was a Batman game.

What left the deepest impression on him was those question mark trophies that needed to be collected all over the map.

When he saw this riddle, he instantly knew who did it.

Damian was stunned: “You mean that Gotham criminal, the Riddler? This really sounds like his style. grandfather, let’s quickly solve the puzzle and find the Riddler before that bat-daddy does.”

According to the normal procedure, they would follow the riddles left by the Riddler step by step, and finally successfully locate the Riddler’s position.

Of course, during this period, it might be necessary to solve countless puzzles.

This feeling of racing against time with his own dad made Damian’s blood boil, and he began to seriously study the riddle before him.

“The answer to this riddle is…”

However, before he could figure it out, Darian waved his big hand.

“No need, I’ve already found the Riddler’s location.”

Damian: “Huh?”

Darian grabbed Damian and ran swiftly in a certain direction.

Very soon, they arrived at an abandoned factory. It was dim inside, and all the equipment had stopped working.

As the two stepped into the abandoned factory, they heard a voice suddenly echo over.

“Batman, I didn’t expect you to solve all my riddles so quickly this time. Not bad, not bad.”

A figure walked out from the shadows.

This person was wearing a green suit, leaning on a scepter in his hand, and wearing a green top hat on his head with a big question mark printed on it.

This person was none other than Gotham’s supercriminal, the Riddler.

But when he saw Darian and Damian clearly before him, he froze for a moment.

“Wait, you guys aren’t Batman?”

Seeing the Riddler actually appear, Damian felt somewhat depressed.

This feeling was like reading a detective comic book, only to open it up and find that a certain character’s head on the first page had been circled in red, with the words “murderer” written right next to it.

The Riddler snapped back to his senses and said angrily: “This is impossible! I set hundreds of puzzles in the city, which all need to be solved to find this place. How could the likes of you…”

Before he could finish speaking, Darian flew up out of thin air and kicked the Riddler flying with a thunderous double-foot stomp.

Boom!!

The Riddler crashed heavily onto a machine and completely passed out.

Darian let out a cold snort: “Riddler, Get Out of Gotham!”

Damian:….