[Joker located at Rogers Yacht Marina, coordinates XXX, XX, XXX. He is moving toward the abandoned amusement park next door.]
Red Hood cursed: 【Very good. He ran right into my territory; it's about time he tasted a rocket launcher. 】
Batman's command followed immediately: "Red Hood, go to the De Angino Sewage Treatment Plant and stop the hazardous chemical transaction."
Red Hood cursed under his breath, getting into an argument with Batman.
"Big Red Bird, you could have just done it secretly without saying anything." Red Robin couldn't help but roll his eyes. The Vibranium-version Red Sparrow accelerated into the sky, reaching supersonic speeds. The energy shield glowed like a bright pit, crashing like a meteor into the container transport vehicle carrying the Joker.
Red Robin, wearing a gas-mask motorcycle helmet, calculated the number of people inside by their breathing sounds and marked their positions in his mind. He first blew out the truck's tires to force it to a stop, then detonated the shipping containers and deployed smoke grenades to obstruct their vision.
The sound of explosions rang out one after another, screams turned into piercing laughter.
"Oh my, Little Bat arrived so quickly this time.." The Joker chuckled as he shouldered his gun, cracking his neck. Even through the smoke, he accurately located Red Robin's position and fired with disdain.
Hmph, just a little bird. How boring.
The bullets struck the motorcycle's energy shield and skidded off in a shower of sparks. In the next second, the Joker was violently struck by the front of the vehicle, falling from the top of the shipping container.
"Sorry, new car, I'm not quite used to driving it yet," Red Robin said politely.
The motorcycle landed and then rolled right over the Joker again. The rear of the vehicle fired out a grappling net, turning the Joker into a fish caught in a metal net, before a heavy blow from a club knocked him unconscious.
Having just finished, Red Hood came flying over in his wheelchair. He poked at the Joker in the metal net: "Nine bones broken, his brains are all spilled out. Little Red Bird, are you not in a good mood?"
“I'm doing great,” Red Robin smiled. “But if you don't come over and help instead of continuing to play with the Joker over there, I might not be doing so great.”
His smile was sinister, like a resentful husband whose long-suppressed desires were finally being unleashed, only to be forcibly interrupted during the buildup.
Red Hood gave the Joker a kick to prevent him from waking up, adding two fractures in the process, then hung him on a lamp post. He then went over to check the overturned truck with Red Robin, dragging the injured people out to tie them up one by one, before dealing with those balloons filled with the Joker's toxin.
The Batmobile roared toward them; seeing his two sons already busy, Batman decided he would speed up the Batmobile once he returned.
It was one thing to lose to a Vibranium flight motorcycle that combined the technological mastery of Wayne Advanced Research and Stark International, but he couldn't possibly lose to a wheelchair.
If only I had known, I would have taken the Batwing.
Batman immediately checked whether the Joker was alive or dead.
He's still alive.
As long as he's alive.
Batman breathed a sigh of relief and gave Red Hood an appreciative look.
Red Hood felt a chill run down his spine under that gaze: "What are you looking at? Don't you know what day it is tomorrow? Little Red Bird is not like us; he has a partner, he has to get back before midnight for his date!"
"Sorry, Batman, I was too eager and went too heavy-handed. I'll be more careful in the future." Red Robin didn't talk back to Batman, maintaining that same obedient appearance.
Batman looked at him, then at the half-broken Joker who had just been taken down from the street lamp.
What do you mean?!" Red Hood exploded first. "Do you think I'm the one who beat the Joker like this? Look at how wide the tire marks on his face are! They even crushed his nose! Anyone with eyes can see those are motorcycle tire marks!
Red Robin quickly handed over the mission report and evacuated the scene.
As someone in a relationship, Batman allowed him to finish celebrating Valentine's Day before handing in his mission report.
Red Robin first returned to the Safe House opposite the company to grab the flowers and gifts he had prepared that afternoon, then rushed toward Oak Tree Manor in a flurry of excitement.
Ghost and Robin's House.
Red Robin made it back home before midnight.
The bedside lamp was lit in the bedroom, Colt was not yet asleep; instead, he was leaning against the pillows, writing and drawing, while the toiletries originally hidden in the cabinet were neatly arranged on the other half of the bed.
Only 17 minutes left until the day they had agreed upon, he clearly wasn't the only one looking forward to it.
Red Robin's heart began to race, yet his footsteps slowed down.
Haste makes waste, but restraint allows one to savor the finest delicacies.
Colt closed the notebook and opened his arms toward him.
Red Robin's restrained steps turned into a run as he rushed to the bedside, pulling white roses from behind his back.
Colt held the rose and took a sniff before setting it on the bedside table. He removed Red Robin's Domino Mask and brushed his fingers against the dark circles under his eyes. "Tim, I've been wondering, if you hadn't returned by midnight, should I have gone to sleep, or should I have gone out to find you?"
Timothy leaned down to exchange a kiss with Colt, then headed toward the bathroom while stripping off his uniform.
Sorry, wait a moment, I'll be right back.
Colt closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
He opened the notebook to review the key points, reciting them silently to himself, then flipped over and stood up, placing the white roses brought by Timothy into a vase. Next, he dragged a cardboard box out from under the bed and began setting things up quickly.
Tim came out after showering to find all the lights in the room turned off, with the candles arranged in a heart shape on the table serving as the only source of light, Colt was scattering rose petals onto the bed.
Timothy suspected there was Dream Potion in the candles, making his very soul feel light and airy. He stepped forward quickly, grabbed a handful of rose petals from the cardboard box, scattered them onto the bed.
“I'll go with you. Is there anywhere else that needs decorating?”
Colt held the box above his head, scattering all the petals over himself. Then he shook his head, letting the petals slide down his hair and slip inside his pajamas.
Timothy watched without blinking.
Colt tossed the cardboard box aside, leaned back, lay down on the bed.
An invitation flowed from the bedside speaker: "Everything from here on is your job."
Timothy is a workaholic; he is willing to take on more work.
The fragrance of the edible rose petals is quite faint; each petal is first washed and then air-dried. Their vibrant red color falls upon the skin, absorbing body heat, as that slight acidity and astringency are entirely replaced by sweetness, releasing sweet, fragrant juices..
..
Dream rehearsals were an absolutely brilliant idea; they possessed not only extensive theoretical knowledge but also sufficient practical experience.
Everything went as smoothly as water flowing through a channel, Colt had a perfect first experience.
And a second experience.
And a third experience.
There will be no fourth time.
After all, reality is not a dream, human endurance has its limits.
Colt was so exhausted that he didn't even want to move a finger, while Timothy, serving as the primary laborer, worked until 3 AM and still had the energy to clean up the bed covered in petals and juices, change the sheets and blankets.
Perhaps the physical stamina of all Vigilantes is on a freakish level; even Red Robin, who is considered the most frail in all the stereotypes, is just as freakish.
Colt wondered: where on earth did the rumor about Timothy being frail even come from?
Timothy lay down in the fresh bedding with Colt, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
“Goodnight, I love you.”
Goodnight.
Colt nuzzled him in response, closing his eyes.
..
Colt had a dream again.
Colt had already grown accustomed to the fact that every time his relationship with Timothy progressed, his dreams would be updated.
This dream was no longer a collection of fragments, but a complete comic book titled "Future Justice League."
In the future world, Bruce Wayne had grown old, the one who became Batman was not any Robin, but a young man named Terry.
Colt thought this was just an ordinary story: heroes defeating villains to save children, then robots attacking humanity, Earth facing a Brainiac crisis.. until another Justice League appeared in the story.
A world where the Justice League fell and became the Justice Lords.
The Justice Lords rule the world with totalitarianism. Lord Batman is at odds with Lord Superman, while the Justice League of the main world is an ally of Lord Batman. To prevent the war from spreading, Lord Batman severed the connection between the two worlds, Wonder Woman remained in the Justice Lords' world. Decades later, Wonder Woman returned during the Brainiac crisis, she also brought Lord Superman..
The person reading mumbled, "Bai Chao doesn't deserve a Bat," as a slender, manicured hand rested on the last page of the comic book.
Doubt flashed through Colt's mind.
Why was it a woman's hand? And the voice was a woman's voice too? Were the books shown in the dream really all things Du Zhe had seen before?
Along with his doubts, the dream seemed to be struck by lightning, the images suddenly became chaotic, with more content about the Justice Lords appearing.
It was not a two-dimensional comic, but a three-dimensional real world.
Colt saw the story that could not be depicted in the comics.
The gray Batman was killed, Timothy left Wayne Enterprises, rebuilt Drake Industries, became a resistance fighter against the Justice Lords' dictatorship, was finally captured by Superman. Superman's blue eyes, brewing with Heat Vision, turned red..
This Superman, he has seen him before, in the Earth Simulator!
Chapter 59
Colt snapped his eyes open.
Sunlight leaked through the gaps in the curtains, it was already broad daylight. Timothy had one hand tucked under his neck and the other resting on his waist, his chin rubbing against his forehead as he murmured in a groggy voice, "Good morning, Colt, I love you."
Good morning.
Colt buried his face into Timothy's neck, resting his legs across Timothy's lap as well, letting their body temperatures mingle into one.
Young bodies are full of vitality in the morning.
Timothy was fully awake.
It's a holiday today.
Colt moved slightly. The feeling from last night had been wonderful, he also looked forward to reliving that pleasure, but his body felt sticky, his waist was a bit sore..
Taking a shower.
Colt is writing on Timothy's back.
Taking a bath is a good idea.
Timothy kissed Colt's forehead and carried him into the bathroom to take a bath together; choosing to install a double bathtub back then was definitely a great idea.
They wasted an hour in the bathroom.
Timothy went downstairs to find something to eat, while Colt curled back up on the bed, put on his hearing aid and Quantum Terminal, pulled out his phone to take a look.
It was already noon, Dad had sent text messages at seven and eight in the morning respectively.