American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

In front of the Three Gates Bridge in Gotham.

Jason was holding a spinner and pulling a kite into the sky. There was a small flashing light bulb on the kite, flying in the dark sky.

Here, you can still see a hint of the moon's shadow. The wide Sanmen Bridge is an old bridge built in the 19th century. Its architectural style tends to be similar to that of European bridges.

But during the years of maintenance and protection, the architectural style of modern steel bridges was also added.

Nygma was wearing a dark green suit, leaning against the edge of the bridge, holding a black fedora hat in his hand, and a golden cane in the shape of a question mark was placed next to him.

"Teacher Nygma, the car is coming!"

Jason, who was flying a kite, looked at the silver sports car, which accelerated towards him like a flash of lightning, almost at the moment when Jason finished speaking.

The sports car sped onto the Sanmen Bridge. There was only the sound of the fierce wind whistling there, and the red taillights on the sports car were moving away quickly.

Nygma didn't look at the silver Porsche sports car. He just put on the tweed hat in his hand and slowly took out the remote control from his pocket.

"Let's go back. We've come to nothing tonight."

Nygma pressed the detonation button on the remote control and threw it into the Gotham River under the Three Gates Bridge as if nothing had happened.

Jason quickly took the kite down from the sky, and as if he sensed something, he turned his head and looked towards the other side of the Sanmen Bridge.

The burning flames, like a lit candle, were blazing across the street, and the outline of a car frame could be vaguely seen, but Jason didn't care.

He folded up the kite, rolled it up, and stuffed it into the backpack behind him. Jason jumped and hopped in just three or two steps and caught up with Nygma in front of him.

"Teacher, where are we going?"

"I know a place with delicious cakes, especially their tiramisu. I'll treat you to a piece. Nothing happened today, understand?"

Nygma walked in front, with a crutch under his arm, looking towards the Gotham Pier in the distance. There are many ways to leave Gotham, but let's classify them carefully.

There are only sea and land transportation. As for airplanes... anyone who has a few enemies will not believe in the safety of airplanes, unless it is a private plane with its own security personnel.

As soon as the sports car came out, Nygma was certain that the woman Talia was definitely going in the opposite direction.

The woman didn't dare to gamble and would only make the safer choice. Nygma put down his crutch and poked the ground.

"Jason, in this city, there is a pair that gave birth to each other, but they can never exist at the same time. What are they?"

The Riddler came online again, and Nygma stood beside him very gracefully, turning his head to look at Jason who was thinking.

"Sister... this..."

"Forget it. I shouldn't have counted on you, a fool. I'll teach you a lesson today. Look up at the sky and see what it is."

Jason looked up at the sky. The dark clouds over Gotham were still pressing down on it. It was pitch black. In the distance, there was an airship patrolling in the sky, scanning the ground with a searchlight.

Suddenly, Jason seemed to have thought of something. They could never exist at the same time. What couldn't exist? The moon and the sun!

This is correct, but it is not consistent with the previous topic.

Was born in this city...

"It's night! Night and day, darkness and light, day and night are completely different in Gotham!"

Jason quickly gave the answer.

Nygma nodded and smiled. "I can buy you a cup of coffee. Now that you are a little smarter, you can deal with the guy blocking the way ahead."

Nygma made way, allowing Jason to look at a few thugs on the opposite side of the street, who were holding cigarette butts in their mouths and looking greedy.

The night will encourage some people to be courageous, just like the vampire in the coffin, who is always afraid of the sunlight during the day and dares to come out and do whatever he wants only under the cover of darkness.

Jason pulled off the backpack behind him, shook it twice, threw it on the ground, and walked forward. Although he was just a teenager, he had a strong aura.

Nygma nodded slightly and threw the cane in his hand to Jason, "Quick and decisive, you know how to use this!"

Jason took the cane, did a simple trick with it in his hand, tucked it under his armpit, and walked forward.

"You know what you can't mess with in Gotham?"

Jason had a smile on his face, and with a malicious look, he told the gangster in front of him a riddle he had just thought of.

The gangsters in front did want to ask Nygma and the others for money. After all, there was only a weak-looking civilian staff member and a boy in his teens.

And the clothes he's wearing are not bad. He's definitely a fat sheep. He has money to have fun tonight.

But when they heard Jason's question, these thugs became a little impatient, because Jason's aggressive gaze made them feel provoked. This kid was not afraid of them?

"Little brat, I will cut a big scar on your face! I will let you know the consequences of provoking an adult!"

A gangster in a denim jacket pulled out a butterfly knife from his pocket, slashed his fingers with it, and walked forward with a fierce look on his face.

The thugs around him also took out their weapons, rolled up their sleeves, and walked over with ill intentions.

But what they didn't expect was that Jason rushed up first, and the golden question mark cane in his hand turned around in his hand, just like hitting a baseball, and smashed it directly forward.

With a loud bang, the knife hit the face of the knife-wielding thug cleanly and neatly. The semicircular question mark handle left a red mark on the thug's face.

Jason was as ferocious as a little tiger. He kicked the gangster in the chest again and knocked him to the ground.

Other thugs attacked again, and Jason used his crutch as a hammer and smashed one of the thugs on the head.

Although this crutch is light to hold, it is very hard. The Riddler has implanted a lot of light yet strong metals and powerful electric shock weapons into it.

Nygma watched Jason fighting with those thugs and firmly gaining the upper hand before he put down the pistol that was tightly clenched in his pocket.

The crutch smashed a wine bottle that was thrown at him, and the broken glass fell to the ground with a clatter. Jason kicked over with the sole of his shoe sticking to the ground, kicking all the broken glass into the air.

Like flying sand or steel balls shot from a shotgun, it fell densely on the thugs.

The sharp glass fragments scratched their bodies, causing them to scream in panic.

This was the move Jason had seen used by Naegi and Rorschach in their duel in Los Angeles. It was unexpectedly useful.

The cane turned in Jason's hand, and holding the bottom of the cane, Jason's fingers touched a small switch and pressed it with his fingertips.

A circle of blue electric arc suddenly popped out from the question mark-shaped handle on the crutch, just like a Tesla coil.

Jason rushed forward with his crutch and hit those people without hesitation. Electricity surged out and the gangsters knew they were in trouble and tried to escape immediately.

But this crutch doesn't just discharge electricity from the front.

Jason turned off the current, turned the crutch around, and pointed it at a fleeing gangster like a gun. An electric bullet flew out from the bottom of the crutch, carrying a thin wire and piercing the man.

With a loud swish and a scream, the gangster fell to the ground with his whole body twitching.

"Let me tell you, people who tell riddles are the most difficult to deal with." Jason picked up his walking stick and blew it forward, but there was no smoke.

"Let's go, don't waste time!"

Nygma walked forward quickly and said seriously: "But the riddle you just said is really bad. You should read a few more books to enrich yourself."

"Teacher, why are you laughing?"

Jason asked as he chased after him. Nygma walked forward quickly, unable to hide the smile on his lips.