[Justice League] Earth 52

Today, Batman patrols Gotham as always, hiding in the dark, fighting crime and saving people, it's as normal as he breathes.

Obviously, Gotham was relatively quiet this night, so he was able to complete the patrol faster today.

But that doesn't mean the end of the day, he has other jobs.

Back in the Batcave, the first thing he did was to open Gotham's communication monitoring network, monitoring every corner of Gotham, and preparing for possible crimes.

He then opened up the model of the watchtower to see what else could be improved.

The watchtower was badly damaged the last time the Justice League was in crisis, and he repaired most of it.But things are always updated and never perfect, are they?

"Tea?" Batman heard the sound of an elevator ringing in the distance, and then a familiar frequency of footsteps from far to near, followed by an old and kind voice asking politely, with a nasal voice unique to British accent .

"Thanks, Fu." Batman nodded, then took a sip from the teacup on the tray.

"It seems that everything is going well today?" This can be said to be a polite inquiry from the old housekeeper who raised him since he was a child.

"I don't worry if it's like this every day." He nodded and answered noncommittally, knowing in his heart that this matter might never develop as he thought.

As if to verify his idea, the monitoring warning lights turned on.

He immediately put down his teacup and walked to the monitoring screen to call out the signal of the incident.

Then he discovered that the signal was not a consistent crime alarm.The alert from this signal is blue, which means that he is not detected from the normal monitoring frequency.

The last time he detected this frequency was a few years ago.

Then he stood up.

"Master?" Ah Fu asked behind him. According to the usual situation, Batman should jump in the car and rush to the scene of the incident at this time.But this time he didn't, which made the butler a little puzzled.

"It's her," he heard Batman say.

"Who?" The butler first frowned slightly in doubt, and then his brows tightened. "Oh. Do you want to go now?"

He waited patiently for the answer from the black figure with his back turned to him.

****

It's midnight, Gotham.

Cynthia Mo landed quite smoothly this time.

She landed on the roof of the city hall building, and the cover of night prevented her from having to make excuses for her sudden appearance.

She took out the pocket watch from her pocket. This thing looked old, and there were some scratches on the silver watch cover. It was hard to imagine that this thing should appear in the hands of a young and trendy girl.

Cynthia glanced at the time in the pocket watch, the time pointed to 00:02, and the second hand was still spinning meticulously.

She knew she had 24 hours to complete her mission, as she had done on many previous worlds.

Cynthia is a game player. Like many novels, she travels between different worlds to complete her tasks. However, unlike those violent and backward systems that can only obliterate and obliterate, her system does not Give her any failure penalty, and when she fails she just has to do it again, and again and again, until the task is actually done.

She's fairly experienced with this, so she looks around.It's not that she really cares where she is now, it's just that she has to gather intel for her mission, and then she sees the blinking light of a bar at the entrance of an alley and decides that's it.

That's a good place to gather information.

She finally clicked on the interface and confirmed her mission. This mission is as simple and clear as all other missions——

[Kill the Clown, Jack Naples]

Now, she has 23 hours and 49 minutes left.

******

22:39, on the streets of Gotham.

The clown's laughter resounded throughout the street, and Dick suspected that the two adjacent streets could also hear it clearly. It was not easy for the people of Gotham not to sue him for nuisance.

Dick was counting the time while chasing the clown who was running wildly but not forgetting to laugh crazily. Normally, Batman should arrive by this time. Dick privately believed that the clown had been listed by Batman as the priority of special alert.

But now he has not arrived.

Until he chased out of the street, turned a corner, and watched the clown stand still, facing him with the knife.Dick didn't dare to be careless, and after dealing with the clown for a long time, you will realize that nothing the clown holds is safe.

Then he felt something behind him lightly fall to the ground, and he didn't need to turn his head to know who it was, because obviously the clown on the opposite side became more excited.

"Are you a little late?"

"Something got stuck on a personal matter." Batman stepped forward and stood with him.

"Personal matter? That's not common." Dick raised an eyebrow under Nightwing's mask, but didn't ask further.

Because in the next second, they all saw a blood flower exploding on the clown's chest, and everyone including the clown couldn't see what happened, how the bullet flew over, and even the bullet broke through the air. No sound was heard.

The clown just fell to the ground.

"What happened?" Dick stood there, wanting to ask a more experienced guy, but when he turned his head, he found that the guy was no longer in the same place, leaving only one sentence, "Save him."

*****

Twenty minutes ago, Cynthia was squatting on a building to adjust her special cockpit. She had been squatting here for two hours. It has the best perspective in Gotham, and this is the safest and safest way to wait.

She has been squatting here for two hours, and she is very confident that she can reach the target, because the system will not leave her on a day when the target is not there.

She opened her pocket watch and glanced at the time, and then heard the system prompt that there was an intruder beside her, she exhaled, got up, and stomped her feet, the weather in this season is still quite cold "Mind coming out of the shadows Let me see your face, handsome?"

Then she turned her head and saw the other party's dark outfit that perfectly blended with the night scene and the two pricked ears on the helmet, and rolled her eyes, "Well, I should have known that this city is not normal since I landed here .Listen to this buddy, no matter what is wrong with you, I am not here to grab the territory, and I will leave after I finish today."

She saw the other person take a few steps forward, and stopped three steps away from her. This is the distance that Cynthia likes, not very far, and not so close that her personal space is violated.

The other party was silent all the time, but she could see that the casually dressed weirdo had been staring at her, so she shrugged, "Why, there is something on my face?"

The other party was still staring at her as if she could see the flowers on her face. After 2 full minutes, the other party finally spoke, with a very low voice that was specially suppressed, "You will not succeed."

As if he already knew her purpose.

Cynthia's heart sank, she frowned, and she secretly closed the pocket watch in her hand.

Batman found that in the blink of an eye, the person in front of him disappeared.

But he wasn't surprised by it anymore, when he heard the clown's typically maniacal laugh in the distance.

*****

just now.

After the shot was fired, Cynthia quickly packed up her things and prepared to leave. She didn't know the casual weirdo in this city, but she had a premonition that the other party would come after her, so she left as soon as possible.

Just when she packed up her things and was about to leave the roof and turned around, she found that someone was already waiting for her behind her.

A strange guy in a red cloak and blue tights who can also suspend in mid-air.

Cynthia commented silently in her heart.

"Where do you want to go?" Compared to Weird No. [-] just now, Weird No. [-] looked more friendly and asked her politely in a very peaceful tone.

But Cynthia thought that this guy was not as harmless as he looked on the surface, so she said bluntly, "Are you with the guy in the black tights just now?"

"Batman? Of course we're friends, I thought you knew that?"

"Why would I know any of you weirdos?" Cynthia retorted.

"Why..." Superman frowned slightly at this time, and then stopped the opponent from retreating. "Anyway, you can't go now."

"You want to keep me?"

"I just want you to stay, and, please stop calling me with kryptonite."

"What? Is that what you're afraid of? I really don't have that on hand now...but I can give you this."

The next second, Superman saw a small gun falling in front of him, as if it had suddenly appeared in front of him, he subconsciously caught it with one hand, and the thing exploded without accident.

This thing didn't hurt him, but with just such a distraction, the person in front of him was gone.

Facing Batman who rushed over after hearing the sound, he shook his head, "I'm sorry, Bruce."

The other party just came over and interrupted the friend's apology with a hand extended.

"I can't hear her."

"Because she's not in this city anymore." Batman shook his head slightly, but no emotion could be heard in his suppressed voice.

"She doesn't know me?"

"She doesn't know us." Superman listened to Batman's answer, then stood on the edge of the building, and said at the last moment of jumping, "This is her starting point."

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2014-12-14

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