When there were three teenagers and a pile of bizarre things in the same yard, no one could expect absolutely nothing to go wrong.
Alfred had just adjusted the stove and was about to heat the bread when he realized he had left it in the dining room. He turned and headed toward the adjacent building to retrieve the ingredients.
As soon as Alfred left, the three Robins, who had been working properly just moments ago, stopped what they were doing as though they had planned it beforehand and crept toward the Bat-Tyrant, which was sleeping beneath a tree.
The Robins from the Main Universe were no longer children. Nightwing had become an agent, Red Hood had long since grown into a two-hundred-pound brute, and even Red Robin was considered exceptionally strong among his peers.
When all three of them pounced on the Bat-Tyrant at once, even an adult Mechanical Tyrannosaurus Rex let out a howl and sprang up from the ground.
Nightwing grabbed the Bat-Tyrant by the neck, Red Hood clung tightly to its back, and Red Robin wrapped both arms around its thick tail. The Bat-Tyrant shook its head and whipped its tail, but no matter what it did, it could not throw off the three troublesome things clinging to it.
Damian was standing a little farther away. Seeing the three of them having fun, he could not resist charging over as well. But the Bat-Tyrant had fought alongside these Batmen before, so the Bat-Monster Car was the first to rush out. It slammed on the brakes and drifted sideways to block Damian's path.
"Ha, you won't stop me." Damian pointed at the big tree, and the miniature grappling device on his arm fired a Grappling Hook. He swung through the air with a whoosh.
Just as he