American comics: Because I am Batman

Robin, who used the Bat Hook to pull the unconscious Winston in front of him, stared straight at Batman with his ancestral white eyes widened.

"Mr. Bat, are you going to kill him?"

Robin could clearly see that the exposed corner of Batman's mouth twitched.

"I...didn't want to kill him."

Batman raised his pistol and pulled the trigger to the side.

Nothing happened.

This pistol was originally the one that Winston had emptied just now, and there was no bullet at all.

"But...Mr. Bat, your appearance..."

Ignoring Robin, Batman walked straight to where Winston was standing, leaned down and picked up a small device.

"It seems there is a range limit. No wonder they didn't use this device when they shot at me in the office. The aisle is about twenty meters away from here... Well, we'll study it when we get back."

Putting the device away in his belt, Batman walked back to the computer in the back of the office.

A surveillance video is being played on the computer, which is the first time he used fear to knock down five killers.

"Does Winston think there are two seconds in a moment?" Batman sneered: "Yes, if there are not two seconds, but really knock down five of them in an instant, then Winston will not be able to fire. The gun hit me."

His fear knockout really can't kill five killers at once. There will be two or three left anyway. Although it only takes about a second for Batman to kill those two or three, but...

It was always delayed.

"Mr. Bat!"

When Batman used the main computer in the office to delete all the surveillance videos about him, and used the USB flash drive he carried with him to start copying the illegal activities of the Continental Hotel, Robin suddenly called him.

Very loud.

"what's up."

Taking a deep breath to calm down his emotions and suppressing the pain on his body, Batman asked calmly.

"Are you angry?" Robin lowered his head and walked to Batman's side, looking at his toes in confusion.

Originally, Batman was going to say that he was indeed angry, but when he saw Robin's look and looked at Winston, who had fainted, he sighed.

"You heard me."

Batman said this in a positive tone.

"What did you hear?"

Robin still lowered his head and asked calmly.

"You...killed your parents, under their control."

Batman tells the brutal truth.

Robin's whole body trembled, and finally he raised his head and gave Batman a smile that was uglier than crying: "The policeman will punish them, right?"

Batman was silent and turned to look at the computer. The progress was already over 50%.

"Robin!"

"I'm here!"

Batman leaned over, grimacing at the throbbing wound, but he held it in.

He put his palm on Robin's shoulder: "I thought a lot just now, even if I used some trivial things to distract myself, I was still thinking about you.

So, I want to ask you, now you have a chance, you can kill him, kill the beast who controlled you and killed your parents with your own hands, and no one will know.

Will you do it? "

Robin originally wanted to answer directly: I won't. But seeing Batman's face made him hesitate.

In fact, Batman was also very nervous. He didn't speak just now. Whether it was the device targeting electrical signals or Winston's plan full of flaws, he would have plenty of time to investigate clearly in the future.

He was just trying to distract himself.

Because he didn't know how to face Robin.

"I heard that, Mr. Bat, you never kill anyone. However, when I was a child, I also heard that, Mr. Wayne, you were once involved in a case..."

Robin pondered for a while before continuing: "It's about your parents, about you killing your parents..."

Batman's hands let go of Robin's shoulders.

"Actually, I had some premonitions. After I found out that Mr. Bat is Mr. Wayne..." Robin smiled bitterly: "I'm just a kid, so how can I fight alongside Batman?

But after discovering that Batman is Wayne, I... I noticed something. Maybe, maybe I and Batman are similar in a sense! "

"You said so, Mr. Bat!"

Robin in turn put his hands on Batman's shoulders: "You said I should hate you. Just now I thought I wanted to hate you for not telling me the truth, but then, I thought about it.

Maybe you really just want me not to live in hatred. If I really can't get rid of hatred, then I will find a target.

For example, you..."

This time it was Batman's turn to lower his head.

"Mr. Bat, you have never killed anyone. I have never heard of you killing anyone.

Just treat it as an irresponsible guess on my part, maybe your experience is indeed very similar to mine. But, you didn't kill anyone. No revenge with blood, but..."

Robin originally wanted to say that Batman used legal sanctions to seek revenge, but after thinking about it, Batman's existence itself was the greatest contempt for the law, so he changed his mind.

"But restraint."

"Mr. Bat, your existence saved me. Without you, maybe I would really want to kill people, right?

Mr. Bat, with your ability, if you wanted to kill someone, New York City would have been a bloody storm.

But you don't.

Even a being like you who can kill people anytime and anywhere as long as you want to, can restrain your hatred.

Then what qualifications do I, an insignificant child like me, have to use blood for revenge? "

Batman stood up, staggered, and was supported by Robin.

"Robin!"

"I'm here!"

Hearing Batman call his name, Robin immediately stood at attention. But this was troublesome for Batman. He had been relying on Robin's support to barely stand, but now he almost fell down as soon as Robin let go.

"Thank you."

Batman slowly pulled out the computer's USB flash drive, and then spoke softly to Robin.

"Hey, why?"

"For everything."

At this time, Robin saw that from the side of Batman, the corners of his mouth curved.

"Mr. Wayne? Why are you hurt so badly?"

George, who led the team to attack upstairs, found a bruised Wayne and a familiar face: "And you! Little guy! Why are you here?!"

"Ahem! The... killers here are crazy..."

Wayne, who was as weak as an empty son, was supported by little Peter: "There are many people like me upstairs, go and save them..."

This is the truth. In order to track down Batman just now, those killers really didn't care. They opened a room, grabbed people and beat them up. Some even shot them directly, as if everyone was a bat. Xia pretends to be the same.

"Then, this child..."

"This kid saved me."

Wayne smiled bitterly and wanted to say something more, but George no longer had the time to listen.

"Forget it, John! Come up and take Mr. Wayne down! Notify the medical department, they have a big job!"

Wayne and little Peter, who were being supported by the police, looked at each other, and then they both laughed.

Wayne's injury was indeed serious, and his injury undoubtedly made the second page of the headlines.

As for what the first version was...of course it was Batman single-handedly destroying the Continental Hotel!

Many times, the mother of a waiter at the Continental Hotel and the doctor of the dog next door came out to testify, saying that Batman showed great power that night, killing one person with one punch without blinking an eye.

Although those killers are also very skilled, they are a piece of cake in front of the elusive and powerful Batman.

Anyway, the reported remarks were as burning as if those people had personally experienced the war.

Anyway, the person who witnessed it went home. Although the doctor said that his injury would not recover within a few months, when the doctor saw the physical examination report, he gave it a pass.

With such an injury, why would you come to the hospital? Just eat a few more meals with your family and enjoy your old age in peace.

"Mr. Wayne, have you really decided on this?"

Ben Parker looked at the guests outside the door, his mouth wide open.

"Little Peter saved me one night."

With his beard shaved, his hair trimmed and thinned back meticulously, Wayne, who was in high spirits, said to Ben Parker with a smile: "If little Peter hadn't been there that night, maybe I would have died.

This is a life-saving grace.

To be honest, I did think about giving money, but I always felt that if I really gave tens of millions of dollars to Peter, it would really insult his sense of justice.

Therefore, I have made this decision, and I would like to ask you to consider it carefully. "

Ben Parker opened his mouth wide and didn't know what to say. Finally he made a confession, ran into the house and grabbed little Peter.

"Peter, tell me the truth, you didn't give any ecstasy to that billionaire, right? I mean, you don't know how to use hypnosis or other techniques, right?"

Peter Parker, who had just returned to Uncle Ben's house for less than a week, looked at him blankly, and then shook his head desperately: "Uncle Ben! How could I do such a thing! How could I learn that? Plant something!”

Seeing Peter almost jumped with excitement, Ben also decided that this should be...

"Hey, let me let him come and see you first!"

Mei is not at home, so this matter cannot be solved by one person, but it is still no problem to let a guest in.

"Hello, Mr. Wayne."

"Hello, little Peter."