Trajectory of Dawn in the World of American Comics

Chapter 83 35. The new plan is that we lure away, and you come to kill the BOSS——【1850】

In the underground base's former room belonging to Alfred, it has been temporarily converted into an alchemy room.

Huge special-shaped distillation tubes and large crucibles were placed in the room, and a device that could stably light a fire was lit to cook some bad-smelling medicines.

Mason was busy processing various materials.

Judging from this posture, he must come up with some extremely complicated formulas.

Tim Drake pushed open the door quietly, and at a glance, he saw Mason throwing two tangled leeches into the boiling pot, and by the way, he put the strangely colored herbs in his hands and roasted them with flames, making them Exudes a burnt smell.

On Mason's workbench are brightly colored sloughs of African snakes and weird horns being ground by Charles with a pestle.

This scene is very similar to the scene of the evil alchemist making medicine in some children's animations, especially the viscous concoction that is constantly being boiled, which is showing a horrible appearance like rotten mud.

This made the always sensible and intelligent third-generation Mr. Robin Tim swallow his saliva. Now he doubts whether the blood tonic he drank before was also obtained through this method.

It was horrible.

"Are you here to help? Or to watch?"

Mason, who was wearing a medical mask, asked without raising his head, and threw the bloody leeches in his hands into the pot again like a chef cooking, causing black and purple smoke to flow out of it.

"Uh, I just wanted to thank you, Mason."

Tim was intimidated.

The young man stood at the door, unwilling to come in, but whispered sincerely:

"I learned from Grayson what happened just now, and without you and Charles' intervention, things would have become very dire tonight.

Those guys are using Barbara to demoralize the Bat-family.

Poor girl is being used. "

"Huh? As one of the best detectives in Gotham City and even the East Coast, you really think she's just being used?"

Mason glanced at the third generation of Robin, he whispered:

"Facts aside, even if the League of Assassins and the resurrected Jason Todd are 99% at fault, isn't Bruce Wayne 1% at fault?

Come on.

You just admire him too much, so you ignore the bad aspects of Batman's character, these shits are all because of him, those unanswered expectations eventually become terrible poison in disappointment.

Hurt others and hurt yourself!

I don't think there's anything wrong with Barbara and Jason's choices.

When I was a kid, when I got bullied at college, I would expect my dad to come out and teach those little bullies a lesson, it's human nature.

But what did Batman do after his own child was bullied, paralyzed or even died?

Think about it, Tim.

If you were Jason, I think you'd just go a step further.

So don't wash him. "

"No, I prefer to call it the price of being a hero."

Tim pushed back his crepe spectacles and said:

"But I didn't come to argue with you, I just came to thank you, thank you for saving Barbara, thank you for saving the bat family that was on the verge of collapse."

"The price? After witnessing everything tonight, are you still willing to be that price? I think you can stand and talk without pain in your back."

Mason pouted, waved and said:

"Go ahead and leave me alone. First Alfred, then Grayson, then Goofy Gordon, and finally you! Damn, this pot should have been brewed five minutes ago."

Tim backed away in silence.

Only Mason and his temporary assistant Kiteman were left in the alchemy room. Charles glanced at Mason while grinding the horn of the bicorn.

He whispered:

"Is this the daily life of the Bat family? It's terrible. Sure enough, only such a catastrophe can grind a person's mind so hard as steel.

I swear I'll never say Batman is just a lucky guy again.

Anyone who puts this kind of thing on tonight will go crazy! But he survived and planned to continue to trouble the League of Assassins, at least I couldn't do it. "

"Shut up for me too."

Mason glared at Charles and said:

"Isn't it all the fault of your ex-boss? The night he shot Barbara, you stood guard outside for him. To be honest, this is the good character of the Bat family.

If you put this on other people, when you walk in here, you will be shot first and then asked questions. "

"I didn't know he would be that crazy at the time."

The kite man called Qu to defend:

"Didn't I just distance myself from the Joker once I realized he was a horrible bastard?"

"Don't mention it again, it's not a happy thing."

The young man took the medicinal powder that Charles had ground, grabbed the silver spoon to stir the medicinal soup that was as thick as black mud in the cauldron, and sprinkled the medicinal powder evenly when it boiled for the seventh time.

Finally, with the kite man watching, Mason took out the handful of hair he had just pulled from his head, counted down the time, and dropped the final ingredients into the pot at thirty seconds.

There was a "bang", hot bubbles appeared in the boiling pot, and then there was a loud noise like crackling and setting off firecrackers, and disgusting foam floated out.

But soon the thick black mud-like medicinal soup changed color rapidly.

Although the taste is still disgusting, it gasifies as quickly as if it was juiced by a fire, and is reheated through the distillation tube on the top, and finally condenses into drops in the large crystal cup on the workbench, which is exactly the same color as Charles' pupils potion.

After the gasification and condensation process ended, a prompt popped up in front of Mason's eyes:

Successfully complete an outstanding process, excellent quality, and alchemical compound production, and the proficiency of alchemy skills will increase by X10X4=X40.

"cool"

Mason whistled to represent his joy.

If he remembers correctly, this should be the first time he produced "excellent quality" items, which is really a memorable day.

"Pack them up."

Mr. Evil Alchemist took off his medical gloves and mask, and gave Charles an order.

The kiteman carefully filled the strange-colored and disgusting-tasting potion into five test tubes, capped them, and handed it to Mason.

The latter shook it in his hand, and the information label popped up:

Compound Decoction X5

Quality: Sophisticated Alchemy Creation · Outstanding Craftsmanship

Effect: After drinking, the drinker changes into the appearance of "Kiteman" Charles Brown, and completely simulates his body characteristics, and can be exempted from most detection magic checks, and the effect lasts for one hour.

Producer: Mason Cooper

Item description: I know what you're thinking but don't use it for bad things, because DNA can't be imitated! So if a baby is born by accident, it's still yours.

"Enough of this obscene item description!"

Mason complained and put the five potions in his arms. Fortunately, this item means that only he can see it, otherwise the fun will be really big.

He walked out of the room with the kite man.

The thought of discussing tactics with Batman and the Bat-Family gave Charles a headache. The third-tier villain had been beaten badly by these bats in the past few years.

According to him, he was sent to the ICU by Batman at least twice, and sent to the critically injured ward by Nightwing three times.

Yes, the master and his bat-cubs really don't kill people.

But it is not uncommon for him to focus on a shattered fracture when facing evil criminals. Do you really think that Batman protects Gotham with love and peace?

And for most criminals, only one experience of being forced to remove their leg bones or breastbone due to serious injuries is enough to make them abandon evil and do good.

From a crime standpoint, beating them up is more effective than killing them.

"Boss, how do you think Batman usually persuades himself to forget those nightmare encounters?"

On the way to the underground base hall, the kiteman asked in a low voice:

"Will he have a psychiatrist? Or will he self-mediate?"

"You see, he is a billionaire but he doesn't enjoy life, he dresses up like a bat and hides in a dark cave every day to monitor the whole city.

And it will often appear in front of the bad guys to persuade them to give up crime by sending people to the ICU.

He also has some sort of weird adoption fetish.

Including Jason Todd and Barbara Gordon, he has four children who have been brought into this unusual career path as minors.

And I'm sure there will be more in the future, like he tried to adopt me"

Mason said something quickly, then looked back at the kite man.

He asked blankly:

"A person like this, what do you think his spiritual world is like? Charles, we generally call such a person a 'lunatic', so now you understand why he can play so well with things like the clown, right?

They are essentially one type of people.

It's just that the symptoms of madness are different.

Of course, I can answer your question in a literary way, such as"

"cough cough"

Mason coughed twice, changed into a literary and artistic youth, and said like a hymn:

"He walked through hell, but he was not healed at all. His fragmented face was made up of regret and pain. He was broken again and again, and reassembled again and again by bloody hands.

Only in this way can he have the heart of a superhero.

And all he experienced was the price of being a hero. "

After he finished speaking, watching Charles wait for his reaction, the kite man pointed behind Mason with an embarrassed expression, and whispered:

"Well, boss, I just wanted to say that he is behind you."

"Um?"

Mason turned his head, and what he saw was a cold metal visor and a pair of gloomy eyes.

Master's "stealth technique" has really reached perfection.

"Ahem, I wasn't talking about you just now."

The young man said with a normal expression:

"I'm talking about Arrow. That's right, Oliver Queen, a psychotic billionaire who dresses up as a green elf and likes to adopt traumatized kids and teach them how to shoot."

"You don't have to explain, and you speak well."

The old man said quietly:

"After listening to it, I feel like I'm a lunatic."

"The potion is ready."

Seeing that he couldn't explain clearly, Mason didn't explain at all. He took out a polyjuice soup and handed it to Batman, motioning him to drink it. The master is also a decisive person, he drank the potion in the test tube without any hesitation.

Then, his expression changed, he turned around and took a few quick steps to hide in the shadows.

vomit!

"Uh, I forgot to tell you that the taste of this stuff is the most disgusting even among potions that generally taste disgusting, but it works really well."

Mason said softly:

"You will feel a sharp pain in your stomach and want to go to the bathroom, but hold it in. Then there will be a burning discomfort in the stomach that spreads to all organs in the body, which is normal.

Generally, after ten seconds you feel like your whole body is melting."

"plop"

The old man, who was clutching his belly, fell to his knees, but quickly stood up while leaning on the wall.

Under the horrified gaze of the kite man, he could clearly see that Batman's height was shortened by a few centimeters as if he had been compressed, and his burly figure also shrunk a circle, and finally his stomach

The belly of the eight-pack abs is also slightly bloated.

"Take off the mask, Bruce."

Mason took out a small mirror and put it in front of the master, Batman took off his helmet, and a face exactly like the kiteman appeared.

Even the puzzled expressions on their faces were the same.

"How is it? Not bad?"

The alchemist laughed and said:

"One bottle lasts for an hour. I have prepared five bottles for you, enough for you to use until dawn."

"It works great, but what's the use of me being like this?"

The master stroked his face and asked a question.

Mason shrugged and snapped his fingers, and the kite man immediately handed over the "Evil Alliance" invitation message received on his mobile phone.

Batman took a look and immediately narrowed his eyes.

He made an expression of deep thinking that a kiteman would never be able to make.

He understood Mason's plan.

"That does not work!"

The young man pointed to his face and said:

"You have to learn more from Charles, you can't reveal this kind of gloomy thinking that doesn't belong to the third-line villain, you have to pretend to be more frivolous, more exaggerated, and more rookie.

So the rest of the time is up to you and Charles.

We are going to the Batcave and Wayne Mansion as planned. After we finish, we will go to Arkham to meet you. Try to delay the time and don't act recklessly. "

"Lei Xiaogu is right there."

Batman said in a deep voice:

"I'll fix it all tonight."

"It's probably not just Lei Xiaogu who is there."

Mason sighed, took out a dozen enchanted and cursed bat darts tied with black ropes and handed them to him, saying:

"We all know you are powerful, and you may have prepared for tonight's situation. Once we retake the Batcave, your terrible and useful plans can be put on the line.

But sometimes you can't be so assertive.

The matter of Barbara and Jason should teach you some lessons. If you decide everything by yourself, how can you make the people behind you trust you?

In addition, if you don't worry, leave Barbara's follow-up to me, okay? "

He looked at the silent master and said:

"You know, it's best you stay out of the way for the short term, and Gordon's my guardian, and Barbara's my foster sister. Let me get it straight.

I can make a potion that will get her back on her feet.

It's just that this kind of potion is difficult to make, and it costs a lot of money, I may need to set up a very professional alchemy laboratory to do it."

"whoosh"

A bat black card flew over and landed in Mason's hand. The master followed the kite man to the next house to prepare for "deep study" of the behavior patterns of the third-line villains.

As he closed the door, he said hoarsely in Charles's voice:

"Create that medicine! Mason, don't think about money, I owe her too much."

"You should have said these words to her just now! Barbara doesn't want revenge at all, and she doesn't want to see the clown killed by you, Bruce, what she wants is your apology.

But you kept her waiting for years

It becomes a horrible thing when the call is not answered. Don't you understand what I, a 17-year-old, understand? "

Mason flicked the black bat card in his hand and complained:

"You can't always learn to show your heart in front of your family, which seriously hinders the love of the Bat family. Seriously, you should review what you have done in the past."

"boom"

The door closes.

It made Mason feel that a man with serious psychological barriers because of witnessing the tragedy since he was a child is so terrible how closed his heart is.

It's a disease, no doubt about it.

The only way to cure it is to start at the source, but what can Mason do?

He is not a necromancer of the Scourge, he can pull Thomas Wayne and Martha Wayne from the grave and relieve the master's psychological trauma with a kind father and son filial piety.

"It's not like what a 17-year-old can say just now."

The old butler Alfred passed by with a cup of hot coffee. He glanced at Mason and said:

"Are you sure you're only 17 and not 37 or older?"

"I'm 17 on my driver's license."

Mason smiled in the dark, put on the black bat card, turned and walked towards the hall.

The preparation phase is over.

Then it's time to start the exciting Jedi counterattack.