American comics: Because I am Batman

Evangeline carries the paraplegic Batman into the Batmobile.

She was just about to activate her abilities, transform into a dragon and rush into Arkham to help Batman, but she was knocked away by Kingpin who staggered out.

All kidding aside, the Kingpin was really like a tank.

"Are you okay? Your feet..."

Evangeline asked a little hesitantly, looking at Batman's feet dragging on the ground.

Batman gritted his teeth, pressed his hand on the steel surface of the Batmobile, and twisted it hard.

"Ugh!!!" Barely able to regain some mobility in his arm, Batman gasped and said to Evangeline: "You, take Lorna Rodan and leave."

"but you……"

"Get out of my sight! Now!"

Batman didn't plan to say anything more, but just pressed the start button of the Batmobile and let the engine roar.

Evangeline was scolded by Batman and took a step back, but she did not leave.

"You need help!"

"Batman doesn't need help!"

"You can trust me!"

"Batman won't trust anyone!"

This is meaningless.

It's just that Evangeline has also been a psychiatrist after all. She sneaked into Arkham Asylum with her excellent professionalism. She is also a lawyer who helps Professor X. She also has two skills in observing people's hearts.

"Why are you afraid? I'm not an ordinary person! You should know who I am! I can help you! Don't think of me as someone who can be knocked down casually!"

Evangeline's expression turned cold: "You can't protect New York City alone! You can't do it!"

"I can't do it!" Batman touched his numb feet and turned to look at Evangeline: "But that doesn't mean you can do it!"

"I won't be alone, and I'm not alone!"

Evangeline looked back at Batman without flinching: "Your mental state is not stable at all! You are more suitable to stay in Arkham Asylum than most people here!

I was really helping Kingpin! But I knew what I was doing, and I tried my best to minimize the impact!

Kingpin, those bombs won't explode!

But what about you? Batman? Do you know what you are doing? Are you sure you are not the dream of a boy who listens to bedtime stories all night long? "

The more Evangeline spoke, the more energetic she became: "You don't kill! You stick to justice! You fight against all evil! But you think you are in the dark and alone!

How noble! As noble as an adolescent boy’s dream!

An illusory heroic dream! Do you really know what role you play in this dream?

Can a hero in a dream save New York City? "

Batman was speechless and didn't answer Evangeline. He finally closed the hood of the Batmobile and left quickly.

Fortunately, the Batmobile has an autonomous driving system, which only requires Batman to perform some simple operations with his hands, not his feet. Otherwise, he might not be able to return to the Batcave.

"Help me, Wind!"

An extremely weak voice came from Batman's mouth. In the Batmobile, Batman had put his head feebly on the joystick.

"Master Wayne!"

"Mr. Bat!"

In the Batcave, Feng and Spider-Man both screamed when they saw Batman with his Batsuit in tatters.

"Ah..." Feng struggled to lift Batman, who was estimated to weigh two hundred pounds, and Feng was furious: "Master Wayne! How did you get yourself into this state? Were you hit by a cow on your waist?"

Wayne's hair, which had taken off his hood, was covered in sweat and stuck to his face. Now, he no longer has the strength to argue with Feng, although he really wants to do so.

"Mr. Wayne..."

Although he couldn't support Wayne at all, little Peter still tried his best to hold his arm and looked at his face worriedly.

"I...cough..."

Really speechless.

For the first time, Wayne felt the feelings of the criminals whose spines he had broken.

It’s really not an ordinary pain!

Maybe I should be gentler in the future and just break my limbs.

After being helped, or rather dragged, to sit on the chair in front of the Batcomputer, Wayne spoke first without waiting to speak to little Peter.

"Feng, go wake up those two Spider-Man, Peter, you..."

"Are you still planning to go out?" Feng Dayou transformed into the posture of Wayne's mother, with his hands on his hips and eyes wide open: "You're like this, what can you do?"

Wayne held on to the armrests of the chair and accidentally twitched the muzzle on his spine, causing him to make a "hiss-" sound from the pain.

But he kind of looked like he was smiling.

"I'm old, Feng, I have to admit it." Wayne waved his hand and frowned as he was tortured by the pain: "Even if I'm still in my prime at this age, I'm indeed old. …

So old that I deceived myself.

I've known it for a long time, I should have known it for a long time, Batman...

It's just a kid's Zorromon.

I am not that little kid, and I still need to wake others up about this. Maybe I am really a little mentally ill! "

Feng listened to Wayne's self-narration and was keenly aware of some changes in his mentality, but now is not the time to discuss this.

"I'll call Gwen and the others."

Watching Feng's back disappear into the Batcave, Wayne turned his head and looked at little Peter who was looking at him with concern.

"Peter, let me ask you again, if you met the man behind the murder of your parents, would you kill him?"

Little Peter’s eyes were still so bright: “No!

I'm Mr. Bat's assistant, I...I won't insult Mr. Bat! "

"That's fine. Now, go to the second floor and put on Robin's suit..." Wayne said, taking out the bioelectrical signaling device from the drawer under the table.

"Put this thing on the inside of Robin's suit, and I'll teach you how to use it later!"

Robin took the electrical signaling device, stared at it for a while, and then headed to the second level of the Batcave.

Wayne slumped in his chair and reluctantly turned on the Batcomputer.

The Batcomputer's AI isn't ready yet, and it can't be controlled by voice. Brother eyes - this is even worse. Wayne doesn't have the cheating IQ of Tony Stark at all.

In a sense, these things have nothing to do with him. They are all made by the engineers, scientists and technicians of Wayne Group.

The most he could do was fix it when something went wrong.

"It seems that there is one more thing to be put on the agenda."

After muttering to himself, Wayne opened the Batcomputer's information about the Kingpin and the Dragon Bones of the Hand.

Now there is one last question, why did the Hand cooperate with the Kingpin?

The possibility of Kingpin directly snatching the keel can be simply ignored. Even if he is not the Kingpin of this world, his IQ is still there.

Why else would he be able to ambush Batman?

Although even if he succeeded in the ambush, he would not gain anything.

"Wait a minute, if the killers at the Continental Hotel were hired by Kingpin, then the ones who kidnapped the Greek Ambassador and his daughter..."

Yes, in addition to the ninjas from the Hand, there were also some killers with RPGs, but they were all dealt with by the two Spider-Men.

What if those killers were not hired by the Hand, but by the Kingpin?

"But why Kingpin... No, he should do it..." Wayne thought of this and quickly opened Erica's location.

He didn't install a locator on Erica. After all, she knew how to take a shower and change clothes, and he didn't have a locator that stuck to her body.

However, he can hack into the entire city's surveillance systems - or directly call them for inspection.

Capitalism, which has been deceived by liberalism, has this advantage: everything can be done by the private sector.

Wayne Enterprises contracted the entire electronic surveillance setup in New York City, and he had already left a backdoor.

"Huh? She's with Jessica?"

Jessica punched a gangster and gave him a concussion, then waved her hands with a grin on her face.

The reaction was a bit painful.

"Let me tell you, shouldn't you go back to Greece with your dad? Why are so many gangsters looking for you?"

Erica breaks a gangster's arm, a move she learned from Batman - by watching.

"I don't know either. To tell you the truth, this is already the fourth time I've encountered him in New York!"

"Then you are really a bad guy!"

Jessica looked at the gangsters who fainted on the ground and spat: "I think I shouldn't go drinking coffee with you tonight, but because I'm going to drink beer with you!"

"Is it because it's easy to find fights in bars?"

Jessica shook her head: "Because it's easy to tell the truth after drinking! I really want to know what things are in your head that shouldn't be there, so that those guys are chasing after you!"

Erica thought for a while and recalled the ninjas who came to the door when she found the blind old man a few days ago, but were punched one by one by the old man and beaten away like a father beating his son.

"Didn't I invite you to investigate with me?"

Hearing her words, Jessica quickly shook her head like a rattle: "I won't investigate with you! Who knows if someone else will come to fight with you?"

"Isn't there a Batman?" Erica walked around to Jessica with a bright smile: "Maybe when we investigate, we will easily meet Batman helping the strong and the weak!"

Jessica took a deep breath.

She would never admit that she was really interested in what Erica said, she just...

She just wanted to take pictures of Batman or even interview him.

"Let's go have a beer!"

"Huh? Why? Do you want me to tell the truth after drinking?"

"No!" Jessica pulled Erica over: "I'm giving you a chance to get me drunk and then convince me!"