The Robins all gathered around the bed, while Barbara stood beside them clutching her head, her eyes full of confusion.
"I really can't understand it. How did both of them fall unconscious after just one nap?"
Barbara's tone carried irrepressible guilt and anxiety. Tim stepped forward to comfort her. "That just means the enemy pinpointed your weakness and took advantage while you were resting."
Nightwing was dressing his wounds nearby. When he heard that Arkham Knight was in trouble, he rushed back in a hurry. As expected, he encountered monsters in the thick fog on the way. After a struggle, he managed to escape, but his arm was dislocated and his neck had been cut.
The Robins from Schiller's universe were not doing much better either. Although they had decided to hold their ground for the time being after receiving the message, the thick fog clearly had no intention of letting them have their way. Another attack came afterward. Jason had already been injured, and this time, all three of them nearly went down.
And after waiting for a long time, there was still no sign of the fog dispersing. They realized that its patterns might have changed. Even moving together, the three of them were still too thinly spread, so they decided they should return and reunite with the others first.
The journey back was even worse. One bizarre incident after another came their way. If not for their firm willpower and quick reactions, they probably would not have made it back to the clock tower in one piece.
Aside from the wound on Jason's leg being somewhat troublesome, Dick had been tripped by a sudden attack during the chase and sprained his ankle. Tim had abrasions on his arm and was disinfecting and bandaging them.
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