Keep Going, Don't Stop

"Take me with you," Selina said as she saw Thea getting ready to go back. She jumped onto the motorcycle with her. She didn't have any equipment with her except for a dagger. That dagger might have some killing power against ordinary people, but against that atavistic crocodile, it would be like using a toothpick.

"We'll be back soon. You guys hold him off," Thea said as she revved the motorcycle and sped off.

"How are we supposed to hold him off?" The remaining two looked at each other affectionately. Barbara pointed to the center of the lake. "Continue cursing, don't stop."

Robin wanted to say, "Why don't you take a turn cursing for a few minutes? Let me catch my breath." He had been shouting for nearly ten minutes. Even though it was a mutual verbal attack, a form of mutual harm, the crocodile in the water could drink water at any time to soothe its throat, while his throat was about to smoke from the strain.

But seeing Barbara's unquestionable gaze, he could only reluctantly accept this arduous task.

Listen to your girlfriend's words and do whatever she says. So, curse it is. Although swearing in front of one's beloved, especially with profanity, might tarnish the image of the honest and polite little gentleman he usually portrays, there were only the two of them here. He couldn't let Barbara personally join in the cursing, could he? A man has to be tough on himself! Come on!

He loosened the collar of his tight combat suit. It seemed fine before, but after ten minutes of shouting, he discovered that the breathability around the collar was poor, and his whole neck was covered in sweat stains.

Barbara watched her boyfriend start to curse obediently, feeling quite pleased with herself. She thought she still had some skills. Although her biological mother had left long ago, and her close female friends were close to zero, she had become quite proficient in managing her husband, hadn't she?

However, after listening for two minutes, she realized something was off. Robin was usually quiet and reserved, a man of few words, unable to utter more than a few sentences even if you beat him with a stick. But today, after just a few minutes of cursing, the sharpness of his language and the venom of his topics were truly eye-opening. What's more, not a single phrase was repeated.

How could this be possible? Barbara's eyes became even sharper. Could he have secretly found some vixen behind her back?

The thought of him possibly cheating made Barbara forget all about Robin's strong odor. She grabbed him by the collar and demanded, "Who taught you these words, and where is she?" If Robin mentioned a location in the next second, she would immediately rush over. The future of Gotham's people could be put on hold for now. If she wasn't happy, how could Gotham's people be happy?

"Uh, who taught me? Oh, it was Miss Smoak," Robin replied, puzzled by her question. He didn't understand what she meant, and after turning it over in his mind for a few rounds, he still couldn't make sense of the logic here. All he could do was answer honestly and then point to the earpiece he was wearing.

"It's Felicity?" Barbara quickly took out her earpiece and put it on. Before she left, Felicity had given her one specifically, saying it would make communication easier. Barbara didn't have much fondness for the duo from Starling City, so she hadn't worn it until now.

The earpiece connected quickly. "Welcome, Barbara, to our chat room! Let's not talk about that now; we still have important matters to attend to. Robin, continue." Felicity's voice sounded clear through the earpiece. Barbara could hear Felicity hastily greet her before they got back to their "important matters," which involved Felicity saying something through the earpiece and Robin repeating it outside like a human megaphone.

Barbara couldn't help but feel that the cursing was incredibly harsh and vicious. If she were on the receiving end of such abuse, her blood vessels would have burst long ago. Remembering how Thea's few words had spoiled her appetite for dinner earlier, she wondered if all the people from Star City were this proficient in cursing. Cursing like this on the spot without a single repeated phrase, how vast must their vocabulary be?

"Robin, take a half-minute break, and I'll find something new for you. Also, drink some water." Barbara heard Felicity's voice typing on the keyboard, along with some faint orders, "And you, baldy, hand me that bottle of water."

What on earth was going on? What new thing was she talking about? Barbara didn't understand what was going on here. She and Robin looked at each other. If it were any other day, Robin would have been overjoyed by his girlfriend's gaze, but now he was truly out of energy, gasping for air. He wanted to drink some water, but there wasn't any. The lake in front of him was covered with something he didn't recognize. Killer Croc, with his strong digestive ability, might be able to drink it, but he couldn't. He licked his lips, desperately trying to think of something to quench his thirst.

"Haha, I'm back again! Let's continue!" Felicity said cheerfully.

"Wait a minute, I need to interrupt. What were you looking for just now?" Barbara felt that if she didn't figure this out, she wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.

"Have you ever seen 'The 100 Classic Curses: Guaranteed to Ruin Anyone's Day and Make them Question their Life Choices!', the 2007 edition? I've read a few lines from it, and I always thought it was worth keeping. I didn't expect to use it today, haha! Robin, let's continue," Felicity said, veering off topic as she spoke, but thankfully she remembered the main task and steered the conversation back.

So, this is how you guys from Star City play? Barbara couldn't help but feel like she had wasted the first twenty years of her life. She silently watched Robin, who was continuing to curse with unwavering determination.

Honestly, this round of insults could truly be considered "classic." At first, Barbara found some of the lines particularly amusing and made a mental note to use them in certain situations in the future. However, she soon realized that every line was a classic insult. Determined, she activated the recording device on her combat suit and began recording directly.

Meanwhile, the Killer Croc in the center of the lake was feeling quite uncomfortable.

Initially, when Robin started cursing, he didn't pay much attention. He was just hoping that these annoying people would leave soon so he could come ashore and escape. This man-made lake was constructed in a way that didn't comply with national regulations. He wondered how much money the builders had embezzled. It was just a plain lake, with only a muddy channel underneath, the same one he had swum through from the Chinese restaurant. He was sure there were quite a few enemies lurking there now, so he couldn't go back.

He swam around the lake bottom but couldn't find any other way out. However, he didn't lose hope. They were above water, and he was below. He could bide his time. There was food and drink underwater, so who was afraid of whom? As he contemplated, he grabbed a small fish swimming by and ate it in a few bites, then looked at the people on the shore with a sneer.

When the other woman left with Catwoman, he felt relieved for a while, thinking that these people were retreating. But soon, he saw the young man who had previously made him tumble come back to the lakeside and start cursing with full cheeks.

These people were really stupid. Did they think they could provoke him to come out using such low-grade taunts? Even though his body had grown larger, his mind was still sharp.

He casually grabbed another fish and ate it slowly, watching Robin on the shore. Killer Croc couldn't be bothered to join in the cursing match anymore. He'd just consider it a one-man comedy show.

However, as he listened, he found it increasingly distasteful. The curses were too harsh, and in a short amount of time, countless relatives' names had been spewed out from the other person's mouth. His immediate family members had already been mentioned repeatedly, and now they were even discussing stories from his great-grandfather's generation!