American comics: Because I am Batman

"You will be forty in a few years. Master Wayne, please be careful and stop chasing the word "die young." It's not appropriate."

Feng placed the bread on the Batcomputer's table.

Wayne spent the night on a chair wearing a bat cape, his hair hanging limply.

"Good morning, Feng."

He picked up the bread, but frowned when he saw it was covered with thick blueberry jam.

"Your prowess has been greatly diminished recently, Master Wayne."

Feng watched Wayne eat the bread with interest and couldn't help but click on a video on the Batcomputer.

"A street gangster who almost fell down the stairs, if it were the old Batman, he would definitely have let him fall, right?"

In the video, Batman is beating a criminal, and then suddenly shoots a hook behind him to catch a criminal who has lost his footing and is about to fall downstairs——

Then he flipped him onto another criminal with a backhand.

"This is part of the strategy, kill two birds with one stone, use waste!"

"Well, I understand, I understand everything!"

The wind did not expose Wayne.

"Hmm? Wayne and Batman failed again to grab headlines. Batman changed his costume? Reporter Jessica Jones risked her life to report..."

Feng picked up the Daily Planet on the table and was a little confused: "Jessica changed her mobile phone? Didn't we download a virus into her mobile phone? How can we still take such clear photos?"

"I didn't change it. I deleted the virus."

Taking the newspaper back, Wayne opened the second page: "How can such news about Wayne's adoption of an adopted son be on the front page? It would be better to report on the firefighters who rushed into the fire scene last night regardless of their own safety."

"If Wayne announces his marriage, why not massacre the entire front page of New York City?" Feng said jokingly, then curled his lips and muttered in a low voice: "You make it sound like you can get married."

Wayne rolled his eyes: "Put the front page aside, the top priority now is Kingpin.

So far, Batman has interrogated more than a dozen criminals in Hell's Kitchen, but has never been able to ask about Kingpin's behind-the-scenes plan. "

"It would be nice if Kingpin could invite Wayne again." Feng shrugged, and then thought of something again: "Wait a minute, has Batman considered getting the answer from Spider-Man?"

"They are very smart. The trackers I put on them stayed in the same position the day after I met them."

"Ouch! Batman is at his wits' end!"

Wayne put his feet up on the table and did not deny Feng's statement. He just jumped a little and said, "At least I have thought about how to deal with Kingpin."

"Hmm? Master Wayne, with all due respect, that big guy can break Batman's spine with one hand, and he can even commit suicide with his free hand."

As if thinking of the scene where Kingpin was beating Batman, Feng couldn't help but let out a "pop" and laughed.

Wayne glanced at Feng who didn't know what he was thinking: "Hulk and Abomination can kill Batman with one finger, and then use the four free fingers to tighten their waistbands, but now in New York City The one standing is still Batman."

"Huh? Do you want to use the same method to deal with hatred to deal with Kingpin? Give him some medicine or something?" Feng stretched out his finger and drew circles in front of Wayne: "I think you have to use this caliber. Only bullets can penetrate his skin."

"Abomination is not injected with serum after being penetrated by bullets, but swallows the serum itself..."

Before Wayne could finish his words, he was interrupted by the sound of rapid footsteps.

"Mr. Wayne!"

Little Peter's head popped up from the stairs, and then he did a forward somersault, turned two and a half times in the air, and stood firmly on the ground.

"Be careful, don't sprain your feet."

Feng crossed his arms and told little Peter angrily.

"Okay, since you want to hang out with me, it's normal to break one or two bones every day. Then I can teach you Webster's bone-setting method."

"Stop talking!" Feng glared at Wayne: "You think everyone else is you! He is still a child, don't teach him bad things!"

"You asked me to do this again."

This time it was Wayne's turn to mutter under his breath.

"Peter, have you eaten?"

Seeing little Peter approaching the two of them, Feng touched his hair very gently, and then asked.

"I came here after eating at Uncle Ben's house!"

Peter patted his belly.

"Eat more if you have nothing to do. It's time for you to grow up, because you still have to train with this big bad guy!"

Not caring whether little Peter was full or not, Feng patted his little head, and then walked to Wayne Manor, apparently going to make food.

"Uh, but I've already..."

Finding that Sister Feng didn't listen to him at all and left directly, little Peter scratched his head in distress: "Mr. Wayne, what should I do if I can't eat after a while?"

After looking at the information about Peter's training schedule on the Batcomputer, Wayne suddenly stared at him expressionlessly: "You will be able to eat it."

George Stacey was reading the newspaper at home. He had a rare half-day off today - in fact, it couldn't be considered a holiday. He was injured at work.

He was supposed to take a week off, but he was such a workaholic and couldn't rest, so he ended up taking half a day off from the week.

It is indeed a struggle, even if it is a reverse struggle, it is still a struggle. After all, generally speaking, George does not take holidays.

Even if today is Sunday.

After all, criminals don't get a day off.

"dad?"

Gwen Stacy, who had a sweet voice and a sweet voice, walked up to George on her fluffy slippers: "Is your injury feeling better?"

"Huh?" George put down the newspaper and looked at his daughter with a smile: "Oh haha, dad is very powerful and has a strong body. This injury is no problem at all."

After saying that, George raised his arms in a powerful posture.

"Oh, that's good! I was worried that you wouldn't be able to move, Dad!"

Little Gwen patted her chest and said words in a cute tone that made George feel distressed.

"Oh, no, daddy is very powerful, daddy won't be unable to move."

He could only keep saying that he was very powerful, so as not to let his daughter mistakenly think that he would fall down if he was injured casually.

"Then if Dad can move, there is a sister outside the door looking for Dad!" Little Gwen didn't care what George thought, she just said such a sentence innocently.

"Ok?"

George subconsciously recalled his past. He had always kept a clean mind and had no emotional disputes with other women.

"What kind of sister is that?"

He quickly asked little Gwen.

"I can't see clearly. The big sister was wearing a white tights, but she looked very gentle and gave me a small candy!"

Feeling the need to strengthen safety education for his daughter, George immediately walked out of the door, but saw no one outside.

"Hello, Mr. George!"

Then there was a sudden sound, which scared George so much that he subconsciously pulled out the gun from his waistband.

But now he doesn't have a gun with him. The gun is at home.

Looking for a name, I saw a figure in a white uniform hanging upside down on the iron stairs next to the front door of his house, which looked very much like the Spider-Man in the recent urban rumors.

"If you are eager to learn, you should learn from Batman, right?"

After muttering, George raised his head and looked directly at the Spider-Man.

"You are the legendary Spider-Man. What do you want from me?"

"Um……"

The Spider-Man didn't know why, maybe he was frightened by George's eyes, so he didn't speak for a long time.

"If you don't explain your purpose of coming, then I will go into the house. Instead of wasting time on masked people like you, I should spend more time with my daughter!"

Of course, this masked man does not include Batman.

"Ahem!" Hearing what George said, the white Spider-Man hurriedly said: "Mr. George, I would like to ask, what do you know about the fire last night?"

"Oh? It seems that Batman has made a bad start! Now anyone dares to ask me about the case!"

George would not say such things to others casually.

"Mr. George, this is for New York City."

"Yes, yes! Everyone is here for New York City, so New York City has become what it is now!"

Spider-Man, who was scolded by George, fell into silence again. After a long time, she spoke again: "Mr. George, this is about the biggest criminal in New York City, Kingpin!"

"What did you say?"

Hearing the name of the underworld emperor, George's heart suddenly lifted. In the past two years since he had cooperated with Batman, he had been eroded by this name almost every moment.

This name seemed to have become his nightmare, constantly eating away at his soul. Sometimes he would wonder, are the things he did in New York City really useful? Did it really hurt Kingpin even a little bit?

"The fire last night had something to do with Kingpin!"

"Why should I believe what you say?"

George raised his head and looked at the white Spider-Man.

Again, this masked man is called Spider-Man, not Batman. In George's heart, she is temporarily untrustworthy.

Spider-Man was silent again.

The silence lasted longer than before, much longer. Just when George couldn't stand the awkward silence anymore and was about to say goodbye to Spider-Man, she made a move.

I saw this slender Spider-Man jumping in front of George as lightly as a swallow, staring at George for a long time with his white eyes.

"what happened?"

George, who felt something was wrong in the atmosphere, but did not feel any hostility from Spider-Man, asked.

But it wasn't Spider-Man's words that answered him, it was her actions.

She took off her hood.