novelraw Chapter 58 Cloak 4
Chapter 58 Cloak 4
Harley's eyes swept across the rows of uniforms, reading the history of the family in the unusually quiet Batcave, until her hand landed on the display cabinet containing a certain Robin uniform of Tim's brother.
She remembered hearing Grandpa Afu once say that this uniform was designed by Tim, who is extremely intelligent, and that it is the most efficient and lightest Robin uniform.
Looking at the size, it also fits her very well. Brother Tim grew up relatively late.
Brother Dick’s previous uniforms also had suitable sizes, but the focus of his previous uniform design was to highlight the dexterity of “Flying Grayson”, which she lacked; while Damian’s huge cloak and hood, and She, who has not been trained by the Assassin League for many years, can't control it.
Why is she thinking so pragmatically about these details about Robin's uniform?
The answer is simple—she wants to go out, go to the streets of Gotham, inherit the family's business, and use her ability to defend the city that Uncle Bruce and Grandpa Afu love.
What was all her training for?If it's just for the threat that will appear in the future who doesn't know when - the so-called dark wizard, it's too ethereal.She could have made herself more useful.
If the whole family, including the four brothers, can shuttle between the tall buildings of Gotham, using their own resourcefulness and will to protect everything to uphold justice, why can't she?In other words, why just exclude her from this responsibility?
She's also an orphan given a second chance by Alfred and Batman - not unlike Dick, Jason, and Tim.
Without hesitation at all, Harry pressed the button on the side of the glass cabinet in front of him, took out his uniform, walked to the dressing room in the Batcave in two or three steps, and changed into it decisively.
The uniform that once belonged to Tim's brother didn't fit the girl's body perfectly, but it was enough to allow her to make any big moves in action.
Harry looked at his brand new self in the mirror—the red Kevlar top with a slightly longer hem, covering the dark green trousers of the same material, and she stuffed the inappropriate shoes with paper; and, the black and yellow skirt cloak.
She slowly put on the blindfold and gloves, and a strange combination was born—the red-haired girl, Robin uniform, who probably looked like a rookie.It has no deterrent effect on criminals at all, probably not as good as Tim's girlfriend who has always been on and off, sadomasochistic.
But they didn't know that she could do magic, which would be her advantage.
Harley hesitated for a second whether to cut her hair short to look more like a little Robin; but, with the current state of Gotham, no one should care whether a street vigilante is male or female.
She swallowed a mouthful, probably foreseeing how Grandpa A Fu would react when he found out what she had done in the future—probably grounded for a year?
That would have to wait until he had the energy to discipline himself, anyway, it would be impossible in the near future.
At the same time, Harry's nervousness and uneasiness also surfaced in his heart at this moment, and the pride just now seemed to be washed away by half.
God, do you expect her to turn things around with a little girl?
Only then did she notice the big black dog that had been whining and slapping the door frame outside the locker room.
Seeing Harley walking out in Robin's uniform, the black dog was stunned for a moment, and then rushed up immediately, pulling at her clothes.
"Hey! Your claws! Although you shouldn't be able to cut through this material, you're about to scratch my face!"
The clever black dog seemed to understand her - he lowered his paws and bit her cape tightly instead, the black dog's brute force prevented Harry from moving an inch.
"I just said that there is no need for such things as cloaks..." Harry untied the cloak decisively, and the black dog lost its target to bite.
"Thanks, big black dog, if you hadn't reminded me, I might have thrown the cloak hook somewhere, it would be too shameful."
She shook her finger at the black dog who still couldn't calm down, "The good dog should stay at home, go up and play with Ace, if only it has as much energy as you..."
Afterwards, Harley walked to a corner of the Batcave, and hesitantly picked among the abundant weapons on the wall—finally, she took a long stick that could be switched between single and double sticks (one of which could still emerge knife point), a few batarts, and a grapple gun.To be honest, she wasn't very familiar with how to use the grapple gun.So what, she knows magic, so she won't die from the fall.
Before turning around and going out, Harry thought twice, and picked up a dusty bow and arrow in the corner of the arsenal, and carried it to her shoulders—her archery skills on Paradise Island were not bad, and she might have a chance to show the Green Arrow in the future. Learn how to make bows and arrows.
Gotham tonight needs to know that even if Batman is gone, it doesn't mean the city is abandoned - since everyone can be "a" Batman, anyone can be "a" Robin.
Harry took a deep breath, clenched his slightly trembling fists, and started the extra black motorcycle in the Batcave—thanks to himself for paying attention to the usage of this kind of transportation.
The disobedient big black dog actually jumped up, biting the hem of her clothes to fix it.Harry had no choice but to push it down.
After landing, the big black dog looked straight at her. For a moment, this dog without a name actually gave her the illusion that it was about to open its mouth to speak, and its expression was human-like sadness.
She must have been hallucinating from being too nervous.Shaking her head, Harry started the motorcycle and drove towards the clinic where Dr. Tompkins was located on the Batcomputer.
It wasn't until Harry was driving on the streets of Gotham that he really realized the tension of the situation - two or three city corners with flames lit up the dark night, it was someone arson or an explosion; there were occasional gangsters on the street They smash windows and make a fortune while the cops and masked vigilantes take care of small cases flawlessly...
Most of the smart residents know to hide at home, and now the streets are full of opportunists and gang members-it seems that in the absence of Batman, anyone big or small can work hard enough in Gotham. Show off your talents.
The night wind scraped Harry's cheeks, she looked up, and saw the bat light that no one would miss in the dark sky - at this moment, the unknown villain wrote three RIP in the middle of the bat logo letter……
Rest in peace?No, it's more of a sarcasm, the neon lights that adorn Gotham nights out.
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Sirius ran out the next second Harry went out, transforming into a human form in a secluded place.
He should have revealed his identity when Harley pushed himself off the bike...if he wasn't worried that he would lose his chance to be with the girl because of it...
He knew that his hesitation and selfishness would lead to a big mistake!
He understood the girl's behavior, and asked himself, if it was him, he would run out like her immediately.
He was both proud of Harley's bravery, and at the same time spurned his own natural pride... As if he hadn't suffered enough in his life...
Sirius apparated decisively towards the location of the clinic where Harley might be going.
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It didn't take long for Harry to arrive at the clinic, only to find that it was surrounded by Black Mask and his men.
She didn't hide or talk nonsense, she drove directly to the outside of the encirclement, and shot at a few minions with a bow and arrow with small explosives.
Black Mask has no regrets about the status quo of some of his subordinates being blown out, and he doesn't take Harry seriously at all.
"Another bird was delivered to the door. This time it was actually a girl? Our people just repelled Batgirl, and Robin's body that was intended to be shown to the brothers was also taken away by her."
"Looks like Batman is indeed dead."
Harley was about to pull out her long stick and jump over to fight the black mask recklessly, trying to capture the criminal alive like Uncle Bruce——suddenly an agile figure threw her aside, and threw a smoke, mist, and bomb at the position of the black mask.
A woman's voice sounded softly in my ear, "Can you run?"