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Spider-sensing was currently the most used ability by Connors. It was also the presence of his Spider-Sense that had made him discover the inexplicable hostility of Shayna's agent towards him, and he had sensed the murderous intent of the agent towards the Graysons. The combination of the two, coupled with some speculation, made it easy for Connors to discover that this hook-nosed agent was the one who had killed Dick Grayson's parents.
Although the agent was also in the same hotel as Shayna, it would have been a bit troublesome whether he went to the front desk to retrieve room information or knocked on the door one by one. So, after he came out of Wayne Manor, the first person he had contacted was Shayna. According to the character of this hook-nosed agent—a sneaky, peeping coward—he would most often be doing the same thing as last time: peeking, eavesdropping, and then secretly causing trouble.
It was only a matter of time before Dick Grayson investigated the identity of the murderer. Even if he had already investigated it clearly, he was waiting to find an opportunity to take action. So Connors, in order to keep himself from having long nights and dreams, simply stepped in and sped up the process.
Thus, the hook-nosed agent, who was blindfolded and had his arm bones broken, was thrown into the stadium by Connors. A loud bang caught Dick's attention, who had been kneeling on the ground, lost in his memories. When he looked up, he saw the face of the murderer of his own parents, whom he had investigated over the past few days. Although that face was slightly distorted by pain at this point, it didn't get in the way of Dick Grayson recognizing him.
So, at the age of eight, he pounced on him, punching and kicking hysterically, and even biting with his teeth, wishing he could tear the hook-nosed agent to pieces. But after all, the agent was a young and strong adult. Even if the bone in one hand was broken, it was not something that Dick, who was only eight years old, could win against. But Dick Grayson, even when his brain was taken over by hatred, did not forget at this point what he had learned from his parents.
In this way, two people—one with a strong spirit but a weak body, the other with a strong body but a broken arm and in constant torment of pain—were putting on a dramatic show, illuminated by the ever-bright lights of the stadium.
"You think this is funny? Letting them be for your pleasure like beasts in cages?" Batman's voice sounded in Connors's ears.
"No, I just knew you were coming, so I let them pester each other. Now it's your turn to take action," Connors said, looking at the old man in a Batsuit one size larger than ever. Spider-Sense had discovered Batman's presence just as Connors entered the stadium, or else it wouldn't have been little Dick facing the hook-nosed man alone now.
"It had better be," Batman finished speaking, then jumped up from beside Connors. The long, trailing cloak behind him quickly energized and became extremely hard, allowing his huge and heavy body to barely glide at this time.
At first glance, I thought the person in the Batsuit was Bane… Connors smiled secretly in his heart. Bane had not been seen since he broke Batman's back, and Connors was not aware of any further plotting. Last time, Connors had no strength to take action against Bane and could only passively dodge, but now his physical fitness was comparable to that of a master, coupled with the existence of a series of abilities such as the Locksmith Grandmaster, the Little Trick Grandmaster, and Spider-Sensing. If the two men met one-on-one, Connors was very sure he could take him down, but he would definitely not be immune to injury. As for taking Bane down without injury, it was almost impossible at this point.
Between a few thoughts, Batman had come to Dick and the agent. By this time, Dick had gained the upper hand. All the props left by the circus had become his weapons, and now he was grabbing the broken rope in his hand, attempting to strangle the agent.
"Stop, Robin," Batman stood in the shadows and shouted to Dick Grayson.
Dick subconsciously let go. The agent next to him seized the opportunity to backhand Dick but was kicked away by Batman.
"You can't kill him. That will put you on a road of no return, Robin," Batman said to Dick. "I know your pain because I had the same experience as you."
"It only takes one bad day to drive a normal person crazy. A normal person is only one step away from a clown."
"After my parents were killed, there wasn't a day I didn't want to kill the murderer. I thought about it every day… But if I had actually killed someone, I couldn't have looked back."
"Child, leave him to the law."
"I will teach you to gain strength from your hatred."
Dick, watching the hook-nosed agent who had not gotten up for a long time after being kicked out by Batman, was silent for a long time and asked, "Who are you?"
"I'm Batman."
With one hand on Dick and one hand taking out his grappling gun, Batman prepared to take Dick back to the Batcave. Because of Connors's meddling, the point in time when Dick met his enemy was pushed forward, and this hook-nosed murderer was about to face the law. Dick had no reason to flee Wayne Manor again, and Batman used the opportunity to plant seeds in Dick's heart to avoid him going down the wrong path in the future.
However, just as Batman put Dick in the Batmobile and looked back at Connors, he saw Connors breaking the hook-nosed man's neck with one hand. The agent, who had been kicking his legs constantly because of the pain, immediately stood at attention in the air.
"Batman has a no-kill principle, but I don't," Connors said to the agent, who had his neck broken but was not quite dead yet. Spider-Sensing noticed Batman's eyes looking at him. Connors turned around and said to the somewhat unbelievable master with a smile, "Hide this from Robin for me—by the way, help me overwrite the surveillance video here."
Instead of explaining why he killed the agent, he reminded him of the surveillance and then set about preparing to dump the body. Friends who often kill people know that it is easy to kill people but difficult to dump their bodies. In order not to be traced by a series of characters such as the Gotham police in the future, he wanted to throw the body where no one could find it. The sewer was the first choice, but not safe. Connors thought about it and intended to throw it into Gotham Forest. No one dared to go there, and naturally, there was no risk of being spotted.
With the help of a little trick, Connors hugged the shoulder of the hooked-nosed man, who was apparently dead, and the body wobbled on the ground as Connors moved. He looked like a drunk helping his friend.
He intended to throw the body in the supercar sent by the rich man, but a taxi parked on the side of the road caught his eye. Strictly speaking, it was the driver who got his attention—the same guy who had threatened to sell him a gun earlier.
"Gotham Woods."
Putting the body in the car, Connors said, using a master's trick. From the driver's perspective, only one person could be seen. Then, another golden cicada escaped its shell. Connors watched the driver drive the body to Gotham Forest, curious about the expression of this guy when he would inevitably try to sell arms to the body.
When he got back next to where the supercar had been, he didn't know what that taxi driver looked like, but his own expression wasn't much better now.
The supercar that Mr. Wayne had just sent was stolen again.
Where the supercar was originally parked, there was just a familiar motorcycle. Connors stepped forward and found a note on the motorcycle's dashboard. The note contained a drawing of a lazy black cat and a line of elegant writing:
"Did you leave Wayne Manor with a charming little wild cat behind?"
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