Phantom Kid in the World of American Comics

Chapter 167: Deathstroke Wants a Disciple

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Giordano Botanical Gardens, Burnley.

Pamela found the tired Barbara on the third floor of the plant exhibition.

Dodging a high-level killer such as Deathstroke almost drained her energy.

As long as one is a bit tired, Deathstroke can silently appear behind them.

Deathstroke could see through Barbara’s fake escape trail at a glance. And no matter how good she hid the real trail, it couldn’t be hidden from Deathstroke’s eyes.

This had given Barbara a whole night of exhaustion that she couldn’t even have time to deal with her wounded arm. She just tore off a part of her sleeve and wrapped it up on her to temporarily deal with it.

The wound has opened countless times, and now, Barbara’s entire left arm is red. This made Pamela feel unpleasant for a while.

“I have to hurry up and help her deal with the wound.”

Pamela sighed.

Although she did not study medicine, she is the world’s top botanical master. She mastered the methods of use of various herbs and their actual effects.

She couldn’t get antibiotics, glucose, and other chemicals out, but her finding some herbs that could stop bleeding would be a piece of cake.

Pamela again used the ability to merge with all the plants in the botanical garden.

Next, she picked out the appropriate herbs, mashed them, and applied them to Barbara’s wound.

Who knows what could have happened if she didn’t make it on time…

“Ugh”

Barbara groaned and slowly opened her eyes.

To this moment, she has not yet fully recovered.

Barabara saw Pamela’s face.

“Pamela… why are you here?”

“Have you forgotten my abilities? I was told you were here.”

Pamela said in amusement. Was Barbara still confused in her daze?

Barbara looked around and found that there were plants everywhere; she instantly woke up.

“How long have you been here?”

Barbara hurriedly asked Pamela.

“Not for too long, maybe less than ten minutes. I wanted to help you deal with the wound.”

Pamela pointed to Barbara’s left arm, which had been wrapped in gauze.

“Fortunately, there was a first aid kit in the Botanical Garden’s studio. There was still some alcohol and gauze left in it. Otherwise, your wound will be easily infected, if left untreated.”

“No!”

Barbara stood up in shock and said to Pamela with a solemn expression.

“We must leave as soon as possible, right now!”

“He’ll find us here soon!”

Pamela asked in confusion.

“Who are you talking about?”

“Me.”

At this moment, a hoarse heavy voice broke in, accompanied by the sound of footsteps.

“Deathstroke.”

Barbara’s eyes widened, and she subconsciously touched her belt to take out a bat dart.

However, her hand couldn’t find anything.

Because she used all her bat darts last night.

“The bat dart you use is far worse than his.”

Deathstroke said disdainfully after seeing Barbara acting.

“Not even that… I can even boldly assume that he did not train you enough to be a qualified warrior.”

“I can see that you have extraordinary talent, and you shouldn’t be bound by rules. You should be a real warrior, not a softie who can’t even kill.”

“Stop dreaming! It’s impossible for me to learn ways of killing people with you!”

Barbara said firmly.

Last night, after Barbara came out of the GCPD headquarters, she was seen by Deathstroke walking by.

Originally Deathstroke had been preparing for the past two days, and he intended to personally go to that sinkhole prison in the Middle East desert to look for Batman.

Bane claimed that he didn’t kill Batman, which made Deathstroke very satisfied, because he wanted to experience the thrill of taking Batman’s life himself.

As for what Bane said about Batman’s true identity being Bruce Wayne…

… Deathstroke couldn’t care less, he doesn’t care who is behind that mask, he just wants to kill Batman.

However, when he was fully prepared, he accidentally saw another “bat person” in Gotham City.

It was Barbara Gordon. The bat symbol on Batgirl’s uniform was something Deathstroke will never forget.

Not to mention Barbara’s standard Batman equipment…

Deathstroke identified the woman as Batman’s disciple.

But Bane didn’t mention any information of such kind.

Since he won’t be meeting Batman in a while, it would be good to kill his heir first.

It’s just that he couldn’t understand why Batman chose a woman to be his disciple.

What he didn’t know was that Bruce hadn’t actually taught Barbara formally. She was just good enough at hacking to find plenty of videos of Batman fighting.

Obviously, the skills she learned just from watching his videos were of course useless. Barbara has also learned martial arts from many famous masters.

Not the kind of masters who can hit eleven punches in a second, but real martial artists with extremely strong combat power.

As for Batman’s matching equipment, no need to forget that her father is Gordon. The person who knows Batman the most in the world, apart from Alfred and the Joker, is Gordon.

Later, Deathstroke followed Barbara along the way, observing her movements and skills.

Gradually, his perspective about this woman began to change.

Barbara is definitely not weaker than men, and even abnormally, her arm strength far exceeds that of ordinary men of the same age.

Her movements of subduing gangsters are precise, quick, and ruthless, making Deathstroke’s eyes bright.

But again, Deathstroke was very unhappy that she was avoiding killing them every time.

At Barbara’s age, and being a woman, it is impossible to improve her personal combat power to this level through high-intensity training alone.

Deathstroke soon realized that the person in front of him was a good candidate.

Indeed, those who can make Batman accept them as students cannot be ordinary people.

Inexplicably, Deathstroke also had the idea of ​​finding an heir.

You must know that Deathstroke was in his forties when he was imprisoned in Arkham Asylum. In a few years, he will reach his sixtieth year, and he doesn’t know how long he will live.

Although Deathstroke has undergone genetic modification and his body functions have always remained at a superhuman level, unfortunately, this does not prolong his lifespan.

On the contrary, this kind of drug, that forcibly raises the human body’s limit, will only endanger human life.

It is an incredible miracle that Deathstroke can live to this day without suffering from any side effects.

Therefore, it is not surprising that he wants to find an apprentice to inherit his skills.

Especially when this person is also Batman’s disciple.

An indescribable excitement rose in Deathstroke’s heart. He changed his mind!

In any case, as long as you don’t kill him, Batman will return to Gotham City in all unthinkable kinds of ways, and there’s no need for Deathstroke to specifically look for him.

If he takes away Batman’s disciple before he makes his comeback, Deathstroke can make Batman’s heir become his enemy…

Just the thought of the heir he carefully raised drawing her sword against her master made Deathstroke tremble with excitement.

Afterward, he came to what happened in the clip that Pamela traced out through the plant in the park.

Deathstroke followed Barbara all the way to Robinson Park and asked her to give up on Batman and become his disciple.

And how could Barbara agree?

“Didn’t you have all night to think about it clearly?”

 Deathstroke said calmly.

“Everything that Batman gave you is just kids’ play before my eyes. Following Batman is only a waste of your talent.”

“What are you talking about?”

Pamela frowned and interrupted the conversation between the two.

She didn’t understand much from the beginning.

When did Barbara become Batman’s disciple?

Deathstroke wanted so badly to have Barbara as a disciple, however, she rejected him. This annoyed him a lot.

“Pamela, be careful of Deathstroke, he is a dangerous person.”

Barbara warned Pamela.

At this moment, Deathstroke turned his attention to Pamela.

She looked very ordinary, there was nothing special about her. With a single glance, he knew that she was much weaker than Barbara, and had no strength at all.

After a second glance, he lost all his interest in her.

“Your luck is very bad, because your companion led me to you. I clearly foresee her death with my own eyes.”

Deathstroke pulled out a samurai sword behind him with his left hand, while the one on his right remained in its sheath.

With murderous intent, he walked to Pamela, where the tip of the knife could just cut through her throat.

“If you don’t want her to die, just follow me obediently, Batgirl.”

Deathstroke looked at Barbara while threatening.

Hearing Deathstroke’s name, Pamela’s heart stirred. It seemed that he didn’t know Barbara’s true identity.

One cannot see through her mask if he was not familiar with her.

Not to mention that even if Barbara took off her mask and told Deathstroke that she was Gordon’s daughter, he wouldn’t necessarily know her.

And perhaps the fact that Gordon has a daughter will attract Deathstroke’s attention more.

“Looks like I’ve been underestimated, Batgirl.”

Pamela also addressed Barbara the way Deathstroke did.

“Deathstroke, you are indeed the strongest killer among human beings, but there are often many non-human things in the world.”

Barbara immediately came to understand, the corner of her mouth raised slightly to reveal a smirk, and said to Deathstroke.

“You may not have guessed the real reason why I’m here.”

Hearing this, Deathstroke’s eyes narrowed slightly. This woman’s confident expression was not fake, which meant that her trump card was hidden in the botanical garden.

He glanced around quickly but found no sign of the existence of any trap.

There was no obvious threat.

Suddenly, Deathstroke turned to look at Pamela as if he had thought of something.

Could this woman be Batgirl’s secret weapon?

But she obviously doesn’t look special…

Deathstroke’s pupils shrank, and within his line of sight, Pamela’s original skin color was instantly covered with emerald green.

At the same time, a strong sense of danger rose in his heart.

“Remember this, Deathstroke, my name is – Poison Ivy.”

“Wherever there are plants is my kingdom!”