I just want to live a peaceful life in DC world

Chapter 15 Late Night Contacts in the Batcave

"Alfred, how is the condition of my spine?"

In a spacious underground space, Bruce Wayne, the richest man in Gotham City who also turned into a superhero named Batman, was half lying on a hospital bed surrounded by various high-tech instruments.

It's called the Batcave, and it's his hideout as Batman, and it's one of the safest places in Gotham City.

And the gray-haired man in a meticulous suit standing beside his hospital bed was his most trusted housekeeper, Alfred Pennyworth.

"To be honest, it's not optimistic, Master Bruce. I'm afraid you will not be able to show up as Batman for a long time."

Alfred's face was serious, he put down the X-ray film in his hand, and sighed softly.

Bruce frowned, but still took the X-ray photo in the housekeeper's hand with a calm look, flipped through it casually, and said in a relaxed tone:

"But if you use the new nanomedical machinery that treated Barbara"

"It's not the same with you Miss Barbara, Master Bruce!"

Alfred looked at Bruce sternly, his tone very firm.

"It's not the first time that Master Bruce's spine has been injured. If you don't handle it well this time, it's easy to form a habitual fracture - judging by your usual action intensity, Master, if this happens, it will be a fatal problem. !"

Bruce sighed softly, in Gotham City, only Alfred would use such a harsh tone to reprimand him, but Bruce was not angry at all, because he knew very well that Alfred's words were always for himself For the sake of.

"So let's get straight to the point, Alfred. About how long I'll be out of the batsuit."

"If I suggest it, it is of course best for Master Bruce not to touch this suit for the rest of his life. To be honest, the situation in Gotham City is much better now than it was a few years ago. You can try to return to a normal life, Master. "

"no!"

Facing Alfred's worried and expectant eyes, Bruce decisively refused and shook his head.

"The recent calm seems to have a faint undercurrent, and if I disappear completely, many guys who were hiding because of fear before will be ready to move. This incident is the best lesson for us to relax!"

Seeing Bruce's determined expression, Alfred shrugged helplessly, with an expression that he had known for a long time, and then said in a deep and unquestionable voice:

"Then the shortest time is half a year - within this six months, Master Bruce, you must not exercise vigorously, otherwise, even if you don't want to, you will be forced to bid farewell to this second identity after leaving troubles behind. .”

Hearing Alfred's words, Bruce obviously showed a embarrassed expression, but he knew very well that Alfred would not joke or exaggerate about such things. Since he gave this deadline, there is indeed no room for maneuver.

Bruce fell into deep thought, while gently holding his chin with his hand, he muttered to himself in a low voice:

"Half a year. During this period of time, Gotham cannot be guarded by someone. Gordon's strength alone is not enough, and he stands on the bright side, and he needs someone in the dark."

"Nightwing and Red Robin can't do it. They all have their own missions. On the Justice League side, it's just about Metropolis and Seaside City. Everyone is too busy to separate themselves."

Jingle, Jingle, Jingle!
The crisp and rapid ringing of the bell interrupted Bruce's thinking.

"The oracle applies for a communication connection, is it connected?"

Hearing the mechanical sound coming from the big screen, Bruce and Alfred glanced at each other, their faces becoming serious.

It's early in the morning, and the communication at this time may not be just for the sake of pleasantries.

"Go on."

swoosh-

After a brief electric sound, a crisp and magnetic female voice echoed in the Batcave.

"Good evening, Batman, I hope I haven't disturbed your recovery."

"Don't worry, Oracle, there's nothing serious about my injuries—"

Feeling some sharp eyes from Alfred next to him, Bruce cleared his throat and kept his voice steady.

"Communication so late, did something happen?"

The female voice known as the oracle paused, then continued with a serious tone.

"An hour ago, the police received a report in the old city of Gotham that someone heard gunshots and saw a vehicle with a gas leak. After the police arrived in the old city, they found ten delirious men in a garbage collection station. and four corpses."

Bruce's pupils shrank slightly, and then his voice became deeper and deeper.

"Have you found out their identities?"

"According to the DNA comparison, both the wounded and the deceased were members of the Clown Gang three years ago. After the Clown died, he worked for other underground forces. All of them are scums with bloody debts and death."

Hearing the other party's voice start to tremble slightly with excitement, Bruce frowned.

"oracle."

"And they escaped from prison because of insufficient evidence and bribery by lawyers. They are obviously scumbags who would be cheap if they died ten thousand times—"

"Barbara!"

A stern shout from Bruce finally calmed the Oracle—or Barbara Gordon—a little.

"Sorry. Batman, I got a little too excited."

"It doesn't matter the oracle, I understand your hatred for them, but don't let it affect your ability to judge—other than that, is there any other important information?"

The voice of the oracle was silent for a short while, and when the voice sounded again, there was some hesitation in it.

"Those wounded seem to have inhaled some kind of poisonous gas excessively, and their spirits have been extremely damaged. Their testimonies are very intermittent and lack logic, but they are very consistent in one thing."

"They all say that the ghost of the clown has returned from hell, and has gained demon-like powers"

The moment he heard the oracle's words, although Bruce's face seemed calm, his clenched hands with white knuckles already reflected his inner shake.

He took a deep breath, calmed down, and said slowly in a calm and steady tone.

"I understand, Oracle. You will send the autopsy report and confession later, and I will discuss with Gordon about the next steps."

"Your injury didn't recover so quickly, maybe I need to act. My injury has almost recovered, and I can personally go to the old city to investigate the truth of the incident—"

"no!"

Bruce cut off the oracle decisively.

"You have just recovered from your injury. I know very well that this kind of long-term paraplegia will take a long time to recover after the event. It is too dangerous for you to go on missions during this period!"

Bruce pretended not to sense the playful gaze of Alfred next to him, and continued to speak in a deep voice.

"Let's leave it to the Gotham Police Department temporarily. Trust Gordon, trust your father, Barbara, he will be able to find out the truth of the matter."

(End of this chapter)