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Chapter 903 Red Arrow Returns to the Nest
Seeing the Joker’s nonchalant attitude in the face of his threat, Psycho-Pirate’s patience reached its limit. He prepared to teach the Joker a lesson, to let this guy without any superpower know what awe is.
“Stop!”
A hoarse sound came from behind everyone. Turning around to look, it turned out to be Deathstroke, fully armed, standing in the doorway of the room.
It wasn't that Deathstroke arrived at a good time, but that he had been monitoring everyone's actions in this room from the next door room. After all, everyone in this room was a dangerous element, and they could not be neglected at any time.
Apart from the quarreling Joker and Psycho-Pirate, there were also Poison Ivy, Atom Skull, Extremist, Count Vertigo, as well as Wotan and Black Adam in this room.
Each of them was a famous figure outside, and any single one was a criminal worthy of the Justice League's attention. Now, the Illuminati had gathered these people together.
Deathstroke's words obviously carried some weight. When he appeared, Psycho-Pirate stopped attacking the Joker, but from his expression, one could tell that there was still lingering rage in his inner heart.
“Don’t forget the agreement you reached with the Illuminati, Psycho-Pirate.” Deathstroke mentioned the agreement again, and Psycho-Pirate reluctantly lowered his hands.
Although Deathstroke was not a leader, his impressive resume did make him understand a little bit of everything. He naturally understood the reason of giving a sweet treat after a slap, so Deathstroke immediately added.
“I have prepared new rooms for you. If anyone can’t stand the Joker, they can follow me to the new room, of course, excluding you, Joker.”
“This is unfair!” The Joker watched his ‘partners’ gradually walk outside, making a big fuss. Obviously, no one here could stand him.
“Not only am I the only one who was kidnapped, but I also have to suffer your isolation!”
“Behave yourself, Joker.” Deathstroke’s single eye revealed a hint of impatience. “Have you forgotten what I said before? You just need to cooperate with the Illuminati to complete this plan.”
“If you are not honest, then every bad thing you do in the future will be told to Batman in advance. You have to believe in the Illuminati’s intelligence network, we can do this.”
“You actually want to break my meme?” The Joker showed a terrified expression. “What a terrifying group of people.”
Deathstroke did not continue to pay attention to the Joker. He knew that this could only temporarily quiet this lunatic for a while, but it was enough. After all, it would soon be their turn, these bait, to make an entrance.
Yes, it was bait. Because of Cadmus Labs and Saint Prisca Island, the Justice League’s vigilance against the Illuminati was getting heavier and heavier. At this time, throwing out a bait with enough weight was indeed a good delaying tactic.
Therefore, the Illuminati offered generous conditions to gather this group of super villains. Except for the Joker, everyone here had something they wanted, and the Illuminati did have the means to give them all what they wanted.
As long as they could complete the mission assigned by the Illuminati, the agreed reward would fall into the hands of all of them.
Originally, there was no unstable factor like the Joker in this group of people, but he was the only criminal who could attract enough of Batman's gaze. The Illuminati had to take the risk to kidnap him.
If an ordinary person was kidnapped like this, they might not agree to anything, but the Joker cannot be considered with normal reason. This guy smiled and joined the plan as if nothing had happened.
It was hard to tell whether it was a blessing or a curse.
Deathstroke glanced at the Joker before closing the doorway of the room, and found that the latter still had that smile on the corner of his mouth. This made this cold-blooded mercenary feel a little more chilling.
And the culprit of all this just smiled and took out playing cards, playing a card game alone, as if he really didn't care about everything.
“Hehehehehe…”
Provided that you ignore his smile.
…
After a day of psychological therapy, plus a two-day rest, the children of the Young Justice League had also recovered quite well, at least on the surface.
Not knowing if it was because they didn't want the adults to worry, in short, by the third day, the children looked almost the same as usual. Not only would they greet each other as usual, but they would also occasionally joke around.
As the captain, Dick even discussed with everyone whether to tell the adults that they had recovered and could take on missions again.
“I think we can.” Wally was the first to raise his hand. “I’m going to be bored to death staying in this aspect all day.”
“If you feel bored, you can go to school.” Artemis, who was too poor to afford school and whose identity was not clean, said this.
As a child born from the combination of two supervillains, Artemis's life before joining the Justice League was not good. Her mother's physical inconvenience and that irresponsible father made her live in poverty all the time.
If it was just poverty, it would be fine, but her origin was indeed a high wall that Artemis, a child, could not overcome, so she envied those normal children very much.
“Then forget it, right?” Wally lay on the dining table like sludge. “I would rather go on a mission than go to school.”
Typical child psychology, anything is fine but going to school, even if Wally’s grades are not bad, he can’t feel too much good impression for school.
Seeing Wally wasting the thing he dreamed of, a ball of rage suddenly rose in Artemis's inner heart, but she also knew that she could not lose her temper at Wally no matter what.
After all, people's experiences are different, which is why different views on the same thing occur. The mistake was not Wally’s fault, purely her own reason.
Recalling Wally's performance in virtual training before, Artemis decided to endure it for the reason of not wanting to get too involved with this silly boy, so she did not say anything sarcastic but just snorted and turned her head away.
“Hmph!”
Wally raised his head and only had time to see a golden tail. He touched his head and didn't know where he had offended her again.
“Visitor, Code BO6, XLR8.”
Hearing the voice broadcast, the children turned their heads to the direction of the passage. Red Arrow Roy Harper, whom they hadn't seen for a long time, was standing there.
“Speedy is a thing of the past, now I’m called Red Arrow.”
Roy corrected the artificial intelligence’s mistake, and then strode towards the Young Justice League.
“Roy!” Wally stood up from his chair with a whoosh, and came to Roy's side in the blink of an eye.
“Long time no see, why, have you figured it out and want to come back?”
“Indeed, it’s been a long time.” A rare smile appeared on the corner of Roy’s mouth. “As for coming back, forget it. I’m back this time because I have business I want to ask you for help with.”
(End of chapter)
Seeing the Joker’s nonchalant attitude in the face of his threat, Psycho-Pirate’s patience reached its limit. He prepared to teach the Joker a lesson, to let this guy without any superpower know what awe is.
“Stop!”
A hoarse sound came from behind everyone. Turning around to look, it turned out to be Deathstroke, fully armed, standing in the doorway of the room.
It wasn't that Deathstroke arrived at a good time, but that he had been monitoring everyone's actions in this room from the next door room. After all, everyone in this room was a dangerous element, and they could not be neglected at any time.
Apart from the quarreling Joker and Psycho-Pirate, there were also Poison Ivy, Atom Skull, Extremist, Count Vertigo, as well as Wotan and Black Adam in this room.
Each of them was a famous figure outside, and any single one was a criminal worthy of the Justice League's attention. Now, the Illuminati had gathered these people together.
Deathstroke's words obviously carried some weight. When he appeared, Psycho-Pirate stopped attacking the Joker, but from his expression, one could tell that there was still lingering rage in his inner heart.
“Don’t forget the agreement you reached with the Illuminati, Psycho-Pirate.” Deathstroke mentioned the agreement again, and Psycho-Pirate reluctantly lowered his hands.
Although Deathstroke was not a leader, his impressive resume did make him understand a little bit of everything. He naturally understood the reason of giving a sweet treat after a slap, so Deathstroke immediately added.
“I have prepared new rooms for you. If anyone can’t stand the Joker, they can follow me to the new room, of course, excluding you, Joker.”
“This is unfair!” The Joker watched his ‘partners’ gradually walk outside, making a big fuss. Obviously, no one here could stand him.
“Not only am I the only one who was kidnapped, but I also have to suffer your isolation!”
“Behave yourself, Joker.” Deathstroke’s single eye revealed a hint of impatience. “Have you forgotten what I said before? You just need to cooperate with the Illuminati to complete this plan.”
“If you are not honest, then every bad thing you do in the future will be told to Batman in advance. You have to believe in the Illuminati’s intelligence network, we can do this.”
“You actually want to break my meme?” The Joker showed a terrified expression. “What a terrifying group of people.”
Deathstroke did not continue to pay attention to the Joker. He knew that this could only temporarily quiet this lunatic for a while, but it was enough. After all, it would soon be their turn, these bait, to make an entrance.
Yes, it was bait. Because of Cadmus Labs and Saint Prisca Island, the Justice League’s vigilance against the Illuminati was getting heavier and heavier. At this time, throwing out a bait with enough weight was indeed a good delaying tactic.
Therefore, the Illuminati offered generous conditions to gather this group of super villains. Except for the Joker, everyone here had something they wanted, and the Illuminati did have the means to give them all what they wanted.
As long as they could complete the mission assigned by the Illuminati, the agreed reward would fall into the hands of all of them.
Originally, there was no unstable factor like the Joker in this group of people, but he was the only criminal who could attract enough of Batman's gaze. The Illuminati had to take the risk to kidnap him.
If an ordinary person was kidnapped like this, they might not agree to anything, but the Joker cannot be considered with normal reason. This guy smiled and joined the plan as if nothing had happened.
It was hard to tell whether it was a blessing or a curse.
Deathstroke glanced at the Joker before closing the doorway of the room, and found that the latter still had that smile on the corner of his mouth. This made this cold-blooded mercenary feel a little more chilling.
And the culprit of all this just smiled and took out playing cards, playing a card game alone, as if he really didn't care about everything.
“Hehehehehe…”
Provided that you ignore his smile.
…
After a day of psychological therapy, plus a two-day rest, the children of the Young Justice League had also recovered quite well, at least on the surface.
Not knowing if it was because they didn't want the adults to worry, in short, by the third day, the children looked almost the same as usual. Not only would they greet each other as usual, but they would also occasionally joke around.
As the captain, Dick even discussed with everyone whether to tell the adults that they had recovered and could take on missions again.
“I think we can.” Wally was the first to raise his hand. “I’m going to be bored to death staying in this aspect all day.”
“If you feel bored, you can go to school.” Artemis, who was too poor to afford school and whose identity was not clean, said this.
As a child born from the combination of two supervillains, Artemis's life before joining the Justice League was not good. Her mother's physical inconvenience and that irresponsible father made her live in poverty all the time.
If it was just poverty, it would be fine, but her origin was indeed a high wall that Artemis, a child, could not overcome, so she envied those normal children very much.
“Then forget it, right?” Wally lay on the dining table like sludge. “I would rather go on a mission than go to school.”
Typical child psychology, anything is fine but going to school, even if Wally’s grades are not bad, he can’t feel too much good impression for school.
Seeing Wally wasting the thing he dreamed of, a ball of rage suddenly rose in Artemis's inner heart, but she also knew that she could not lose her temper at Wally no matter what.
After all, people's experiences are different, which is why different views on the same thing occur. The mistake was not Wally’s fault, purely her own reason.
Recalling Wally's performance in virtual training before, Artemis decided to endure it for the reason of not wanting to get too involved with this silly boy, so she did not say anything sarcastic but just snorted and turned her head away.
“Hmph!”
Wally raised his head and only had time to see a golden tail. He touched his head and didn't know where he had offended her again.
“Visitor, Code BO6, XLR8.”
Hearing the voice broadcast, the children turned their heads to the direction of the passage. Red Arrow Roy Harper, whom they hadn't seen for a long time, was standing there.
“Speedy is a thing of the past, now I’m called Red Arrow.”
Roy corrected the artificial intelligence’s mistake, and then strode towards the Young Justice League.
“Roy!” Wally stood up from his chair with a whoosh, and came to Roy's side in the blink of an eye.
“Long time no see, why, have you figured it out and want to come back?”
“Indeed, it’s been a long time.” A rare smile appeared on the corner of Roy’s mouth. “As for coming back, forget it. I’m back this time because I have business I want to ask you for help with.”
(End of chapter)
