Martin Variety in American Comics

Martin originally wanted to send Oracle to Wayne Tower, but the target there was no less than Wayne Manor.

Fortunately, Alfred had quickly arranged a new safe house, so he took off his bat armor and drove a large truck to a garden house in the suburbs.

"It's safe around here!"

Martin checked the surroundings of the house. Although the downtown area of ​​Gotham was in chaos, the suburbs were very peaceful.

"Maybe it's because there's nothing to gain here. I hope Oracle and I won't break the peace here!"

He muttered softly, parked the truck with the Batmobile and network equipment in the underground garage, and then pushed Oracle into the safe house.

Da!

The lights came on, illuminating the house with everything, including the steaming dinner on the dining table.

"It's worthy of Alfred. He is always so considerate and even prepared dinner!"

Martin nodded and sighed.

Oracle smiled and said, "Alfred always supports us silently like this. If he wasn't there, we really don't know what to do?"

After that, she couldn't help but think of Bruce who was captured and sighed.

Martin didn't persuade her, but pushed her to the dining table: "Oracle, you've been busy all day, it's time to eat something!"

"You too!"

Oracle invited Martin to sit down and said: "Also, call me Barbara. We are friends now, aren't we?"

"Of course, Barbara!"

Martin gave the girl a friendly smile, shook her hand, picked up the knife and fork and prepared to enjoy the meal.

But he suddenly felt dizzy, and he pressed his forehead and said to Barbara: "It's time to go to bed, I don't want to eat and dive into the dessert."

Barbara looked at Martin staggering, although she was worried, but she didn't go forward to make trouble, but just asked worriedly: "What if an enemy attacks while you are asleep?"

Bang!

Martin fell headfirst onto the sofa, raised his hand and said, "So I always solve things before nightfall. However, if there is an enemy attacking, just wake me up, although I have never done that."

His voice became smaller and smaller. When Barbara pushed the wheelchair and approached Martin, she saw him sleeping with a bubble on his nose.

"He really looks like a person who ran out of an animation!"

Barbara stared at Martin for a while, finished her dinner, and walked into the bedroom on the first floor.

"Save us."

"Who is talking?"

Martin found himself in the dark, with countless rustling sounds in his ears, chaotic, but gathered into a weak and pitiful cry for help.

"If you want my help, tell me your name and explain your purpose."

Although he was wrapped in darkness, he was not panicked at all.

Even though his eyes could not see anything, the rustling sound in his ears was like the creepy sound made by countless insects gathering together. Martin firmly made a sound with his spirit.

The weak and pitiful cry for help sounded again: "We are the ones who should have left, we are the ones who are bound by our bodies.

Our souls are controlled by evil, and we have been asking for help for dozens or hundreds of years, but only you can hear our voices.

Save us, wizard!"

"No one can save you!"

A louder voice broke through the weak cry for help, turning them into rustling fragments again, scattered in the darkness, and could no longer be sensed.

And the darkness that should have been invisible suddenly turned into a big mouth that could swallow everything, rushing towards Martin: "Unknown wizard, weak human, you broke into a place you shouldn't enter."

Martin was shocked, but he was as steady as a mountain. Facing the invisible thing, he seemed to have touched something and shook it hard on the ground.

"Back off, evil! The world of the human world does not belong to you!"

The silver-white light lit up, like countless holy swords, piercing the darkness that wanted to devour people.

Martin opened his eyes. He held a cane made of yew wood in his hand. The end of the cane, which was like a palm, emitted a bright moonlight like a full moon, which filled the whole room like flowing water.

"Martin, what happened?"

Barbara rushed out of the room in a wheelchair. The moonlight illuminated her. The tension in her heart disappeared instantly, and the muzzle of the pistol in her hand also relaxed unconsciously.

She covered her eyes with her hands and saw a shadow in a gray robe in the soft moonlight.

Although Barbara only saw the back of the shadow, she shouted firmly: "Martin, Martin"

Martin, who was scanning the surroundings with a sharp eye like a hawk, heard the girl's shout, gently shook the yew wood cane, and the moonlight covering the whole room instantly turned into light spots and dissipated in the air.

Barbara quickly came to Martin and asked softly, "What happened?"

"As you can see!" Martin took off his pointed wizard hat and explained, "Today I became a wizard, and just now I received a call for help and was attacked at the same time."

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"A wizard?" Barbara widened her eyes, not knowing what to say.

Martin flipped through his gray robe and saw the long sword hanging on his waist, the herbs, parchment books and several bottles of potions in the cloth bag.

"Yes, I used to deal with magic often, it was quite interesting"

As he spoke, he found Barbara's face blank, and said strangely, "There is magic in this world, didn't Batman mention it to you?"

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Barbara shook his head: "No, Bruce never told us these."

Martin did not continue this topic: "In short, I have to figure out who is asking me for help and attacking me."

"Now? What about the Assassin Alliance?"

Barbara was a little anxious. Without Batman, their hands were nervous.

Now Martin is going to pursue the enemy of the magic world. Can you only rely on the night wing alone?

Martin shook his head helplessly: "The danger of the magic world is always the case. When no one pays attention, it may be nestled in a corner.

But once it is concerned, it may jump out in the next second without giving people a chance to breathe. "

Martin actually has nothing to say, that is the danger of the other party.

In the darkness, the number of souls he perceive is terrible. Even if only the number is used to attack, the damage can be estimated.

"You don't need to worry too much about the assassin alliance. I installed a tracker in Bain's body. Moreover, I won't leave Gotham, just call me if you have any matter."

Barbara cannot stay Martin, I just hope he can solve this trouble sooner.

When Martin walked out of the safe house, he saw a carton. Inside, he wore a bat armor yesterday, and the bat car did not disappear.

Like the Garland rifle of the penguin man, it is a souvenir after adventure. It may appear, maybe it may not appear, maybe useful, maybe useless.

He applied a spell to turn the bat armor smaller, put it in a cloth bag, and went to Gotham's largest cemetery.

If you want to solve the soul, of course, you must first find the dead body.

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