Dc Violence -Kun

Chapter 348 I am Batman.

Gotham.

Wayne Building.

The drizzle fell on the sky, and the thick clouds in the sky flashed with the wrapped thunder, which kept flashing, like a layer of quilt wrapped in a light bulb, flashing light.

Click.

A bolt of lightning accidentally struck out of the clouds, reflecting the pale scene of Gotham as a whole.

It also reflected a thin figure above the Wayne Building.

He wore a long purple tuxedo and pants, white gloves on his hands, his face was painted pale with dye, and he painted a scarlet lip color. He didn’t know if it was because of blood tearing at the corner of his mouth or the color of lipstick. A frenzy of algae-green hair reflected his crazy eyes.

The clown stepped on the dripper’s head, and the wind blew wildly, blowing the back of his purple tuxedo endlessly, and he faced the drizzle with cold thorns dripping on his face. Showed a crazy smile on the arc.

This scene, after a flash of lightning suddenly appeared, seemed shockingly moving and crazy.

He was in the Wayne Building more than a hundred meters above the ground. He stepped on the skinny drip-billed beast. He was thin, facing the strong wind, and his purple tuxedo grinned, as if he was about to fall down at any time.

At the moment of pale lightning, on the other side of the Wayne Building, a black figure opened his arms, hovering in the drizzle, at an excellent angle.

A claw gun appeared in Batman’s hand, shooting at the top floor of Wayne Building, which was more familiar than anyone else, and shooting claws at another Dripper.

The claw hook brought a rope to hook the beast’s arm, Batman quickly pressed another switch on the claw hook gun, the gun pulled the hook cable back, and automatically turned Batman like a display shed through the reaction force. After a swift, amazing arc trajectory was outlined in the sky, Batman stood on the dripper, and under the drizzle, his cloak was blown away, and he stared at the Joker far away.

“I’ve been waiting for you for a long time, little bat!”

The clown put his right hand on the knee of the beast’s right leg, letting the drizzle and cold wind blow his face, and the purple tuxedo was flying behind him. He grinned and said to Batman, his eyes with abusive eyes. , Thought of something fun.

“You should know that even if my true identity is revealed, I have countless ways to make Bruce Wayne or Bruce Wayne.”

Batman’s voice was calm, and his eyes looked at the clown with deep and vigilant eyes to prevent accidents.

“You can’t run away, Joker!”

The wind was blowing. Behind the two of them, the purple windbreaker and black bat cloak kept flying.

The clown suddenly stood at attention, his hands opened, his eyes were staring in the wind and rain, his face was serious, and his mouth closed. Even so serious, he still gave people a kind of madness.

“You are right, little bat, I choose to die.”

“The game has begun!”

The clown grinned and his body fell backward naturally.

Even Batman has been paying attention to the actions of the Joker, but he has not been able to prevent the Joker from falling backward.

The position of the drip beast in the Wayne Building was more than three hundred meters away from the ground. When it fell down from this height, any ordinary person could only fall into meat sauce.

When the clown fell backwards, Batman still saw the clown’s playful and playful expression.

Anyone could fall in such a high altitude and fall to death.

The clown won’t.

When Batman rushed to the drip-billed beast that the clown was stepping on, the clown had closed his eyes and fell down more than half of the distance. Then, his back, the purple tuxedo seemed to turn into wings, and he began to hover down. Then a small parachute came out to reduce the impact of the buffer, and it flew directly towards a clown car.

When the Joker landed safely, he turned his head mischievously, popped his index and middle fingers in his temples, bowed out to Batman, and then drove the Joker car and galloped away from Wayne Building.

Even though Batman was in the communicator and instructed Alfred to track the vehicle, the result was still not able to track the whereabouts of the Joker.

For a long time, after Batman searched Gotham, he returned to Wayne Manor hidden in the middle of the night, pushed the big clock, and entered the Bat Cave.

Batman took off his bat helmet heavily, shook the water droplets that leaked to his chin neck due to the drizzle, and sat in the monitoring position heavily to check the monitoring.

“Master, you have a press conference tomorrow to put away Batman’s true colors.”

Alfred came to Bruce with a bowl of warm ginger soup and said.

Batman stared at the screen without turning his eyes, trying to find out the position of the Joker through clues, he said without looking back: “Alfred, I have no time. The Joker is planning something. This is obviously trying to procrastinate. My time. You handle it for me.”

“You have to be free, sir, the whole Gotham is rioting because of this incident. If you don’t want Wayne Building to be blown up by Batman’s past enemies, please take ten minutes to make a light pick. To clarify the press conference, it only takes ten minutes.”

Alfred stood upright on the lumbar spine, with a bow tie and a tuxedo, very much like a British butler.

“You need to calm down the social unrest.”

Alfred added another sentence.

In the past few days, there has been a lot of noise. It’s a bit big, and Bruce Wayne needs to come forward to express it anyway.

Bruce looked at the monitor’s face and frowned.

“ten minutes?”

“Um!”

“Okay, also show me the information of the subordinates who have survived the clown in the past.”

…………

The next day.

Wayne Building, Conference Center.

This place is full of newspaper reporters from all over Gotham, Gotham Daily, Gotham Evening News, Gotham Weekend, People’s City News, Lace Magazine, Playboy, and even Education News, Military News, Student News, Academic News, Finance and Economics Newspapers, Agricultural Newspapers, Tourism Newspapers and other newspapers that did not know where they came from, all of them sent first-class reporters over. See this press conference.

Not only that, even the Midtown Daily, which is far away in the central city, sent a beautiful reporter, not to mention the metropolis on the other side of Gotham. The Metropolis Daily also sent an old and awkward male reporter. Come.

It is conceivable that the topic of Bruce Wayne is Batman is so hot and shocking, they are always eager to dig into the inside story about this matter.

Is it true, is it false, or is it concealing something?

Almost every reporter smells exciting reports.

“Now, Bruce Wayne, will make a statement.” Alfred gave up his position on the podium.

Bruce Wayne was dressed in a decent suit, with a raised eyebrow and whistling to enter the arena. He kept looking at the female reporter who was getting up from her seat when she entered the venue with colored eyes. Figure.

The reporters kept shooting his figure with guns and guns, and within a short distance of more than ten meters, Bruce performed no less than dozens of poses for the reporters to shoot and teased some of the women. Reporter, put a wandering playboy to the fullest.

When he walked to the podium, he faced many reporters and began to speak.

“The last press conference, I have forgotten when it was, I’ll read it according to the manuscript given to me by this old man!”

Bruce straightened his shoulders, said helplessly, and took out the manuscript that Alfred had prepared for him from his pocket.

“Some people suspect that I am Batman, the dark knight who haunts that night.”

“Think I have been fighting with the dark forces of Gotham…”

Bruce hadn’t finished speaking yet.

Then a female reporter raised her hand sharply and interrupted directly: “Sorry for interrupting you, Mr. Wayne, do you think we will buy your bill? According to the external height, it is almost 100% restored. I checked every female celebrity who spent the night with you, and came to an amazing fact, Mr. Wayne, your physical strength is very good, great…”

“Of course you can question the statement of Wayne Enterprises, thank you for your affirmation of my sexual ability, but don’t make random accusations, insinuating that I am a bat…”

“I never said you were Batman.”

“No? It does sound a bit sci-fi. I am not a superhero. If I were Batman, I would use his abilities to hunt for beauty everywhere. How could I be a superhero? I have so many personality defects. …”

Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, Bruce glanced at the reporters in the audience with a scrutinizing gaze.

Alfred, who was beside him, leaned into his ear and reminded him: “According to the manuscript.”

Bruce picked up the manuscript in his hand, glanced at it, and said.

“Actually…”

He paused, staring at the manuscript, but suddenly put it down.

“I am Batman.”