[Zongmeiying] Wait, am I going to die?

Clark felt innocent.

He really just wanted to help a guy who was being bullied by street gangsters-now he knew that it was just what it looked like-not only did he lose his wallet, but he also caused himself and his godfather to live in a dark and cramped room. He was dragged and ran all the way in the alley.

Although the physical strength of the aliens and elves could keep up with this exercise, he still felt a little frustrated.

"Where the hell are you idiots from, haven't you heard that in Gotham, don't meddle in your own business?" the guy who pulled them away said gruffly after stopping.

He took out the wallet he had taken from Clark, emptied the money in front of the two of them, and threw the wallet back to Clark, who was staring at him with wide eyes.

"Take it as a lesson! This is not a place for outsiders to roam around, so the kid just go home and go to bed obediently!"

"I'm not a brat." Clark said unconvinced, "Since you don't need my help, I don't need your kind advice either."

The pair of eyes hidden under the messy hair seemed to widen in surprise, and then the other party roared back with a louder voice: "Who the hell is worrying about you! You ruined my good deed!"

"Eh?"

"Gang entry test." Elrond said suddenly, "Just now this guy is accepting the guild entry test of the Viper Gang. Your behavior will make people think that he is 'untrustworthy'. Not an organization that treats 'untrusted people' with courtesy."

"Eh??" Clark uttered only one syllable like a broken radio.

"Fuck!" The only Gotham man suddenly burst into a swear word. He looked at Clark and Elrond as if he was looking at two psychopaths. Where did the guy come from? poetry.

"It's bad luck for me, get out of here!" After leaving these words, the other party disappeared in the depths of the dark alley.

Clark wanted to say something, but the elf held his shoulder.

After the Waynes died, Elrond made a trip to Gotham in search of something rumored.

He has been wandering in the deepest and darkest place of Gotham for a long time. The talent of elves and guides makes it impossible for humans to easily discover his existence. The recognition that he is not a person here prevents Elrond from easily causing any major waves. Only do the "little things" where you can.

That experience taught him a thing or two about those underlying rules.

——Actually, as long as he and Clark were handed over to the Viper Gang, the other party would be cleared of suspicion. The fact was completely opposite, which meant that the other party wanted to join the underground gang for a certain purpose, just as he felt.

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Seeing my young master typing on the computer keyboard in the bat cave, instead of running around in the deep alleys of Gotham dressed up in various ways that would make him suffer from myocardial infarction or going out to move his body as an urban legend, Alfred Penny Mr. Voss raised his brows slightly by 0.1 centimeters.

It's not that he is very opposed to Batman's actions, but for him who has watched the young master grow up, every suffering this child has suffered makes his heart ache.

"I thought you had no plans to come back for dinner today, Master Bruce."

The hand on the computer didn't stop, and Bruce whispered in a dark tone that a Gotham playboy would never use: "It should be."

"All ears."

"I met two weirdos." Batman, who was not wearing equipment, pressed a button, and the information of Clark and Elrond appeared on the screen.

Bruce, who was staring at the screen intently, didn't see Alfred's rare surprised expression, but the old butler quickly smiled.

"Better than a man in black leather who beats up criminals in a night city? Please forgive my rudeness, Master Bruce, these old eyes only see two good-looking good men."

"They interrupted my work today, and they might be targeted by the Viper Gang." Batman felt a little irritable looking at the silly big man with a smile on his face and the gentle young man who always gave him an inexplicable sense of disobedience.

Recently, there is a legend among the gangsters in Gotham that there is a book called the Code that seals a powerful force. Most importantly, everyone believes that it can be used to destroy Batman.

Although Bruce Wayne sneered at this kind of strange and chaotic things, gangs from all walks of life were mobilized under the powerful temptation that could remove Gotham's biggest obstacle, so the black knights of Gotham simply followed the trend and took advantage of the chaos to attack the gangs. The dark forces were thoroughly cleaned according to his predetermined pattern.

But after this batch of small fish and shrimps following the trend, several big gangs remained on the sidelines, and they didn't know what they were planning behind the scenes. That's why Bruce Wayne turned into a gangster and prepared to join the gang to find out.

——I just didn’t expect someone to disrupt the plan!

"What is your plan, master?"

Batman frowned.

Originally, the best way was to let these two outsiders leave Gotham, but it was obvious that the other party had no such intention at all.

The little gangster has no reason to approach them again, and Bruce Wayne has no intersection with them. Batman's principles prevent him from using two strangers as bait...

Bruce stands up abruptly—it's patrol time.

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Clark fell asleep, and the excitement of today's encounter and the first trip made his mind a little too much information.

Although there have been many problems throughout the day because of the discord between the honest aliens and Gotham's aura, he more or less understood what Elrond wanted to tell Clark.

——Not everyone expects to be rescued by others. If a bird cannot fly with its own wings, it is better for a bird to fall to the ground and die.It is impossible for Clark to be by their side forever to help every pickpocketing and fight. What needs to be changed is people's own coping, and what needs to be given is faith and hope.

"But even then I'll help what I can," the young Superman said seriously to his adoptive father.

Elrond smiled softly.

"If it's your decision, then keep it that way, Clark."

He just wanted to tell the young child that not every help would be appreciated, and if Clark still decided to do so after knowing this, he would not block the child's decision.

Who can say that helping is not giving hope?

At this time, Elrond was standing at the window of the hotel. He seldom moved around at night, because although the light on the elf was weak, it was still as bright as a lamp in the dark.

But he felt a strength.

That was the power he had felt in Gotham before, but he couldn't find it in the end.

A power familiar and nostalgic for half-elves.

Sometimes there is a feeling of loneliness in the heart of the elf lord, and a regret of missing often comes to his heart inadvertently.The shadow of traveling around and looking for fragments like when he was young, or teaching Clark to watch him become better every day than the day before, can make him temporarily forget about that deficiency.

But Elrond had to admit - he missed Thranduil - as the familiar power resonated.

The feeling of the Elf King is different from all the beings he encountered after regaining his guiding ability, cold, arrogant, gentle, indifferent...

Though he could not remember exactly why they were joined together, Elrond knew that he was different to himself simply because he was his sentinel.

Putting his hand on the window sill with a little force, the elf lord landed lightly.

The large black cloak covered the elf's body, revealing only a little silver light. Alpha appeared beside him, looking at Elrond who left the child behind with slight disapproval.

No matter how much time has passed, the half-elf's character of being particularly concerned about cubs is still difficult to change.

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"Hey, I heard Boss got 'that' recently, you're really going to bat—"

"Shhhhh! Don't mention his name! Boss got that, not you!"

"Hey, I'm just... ouch!"

"Well!"

In the hearts of all Gotham villains, just mention that shadow and it will fall.

If they are Gotham's nightmare, the dark and terrifying Bat Shadow is the nightmare of nightmares.

The elf stood at the intersection and watched the man in the bat costume knock out the two gangsters who seemed to know something neatly, and took back the steps that were going to approach.

He stood quietly by the side, watching Batman skillfully hang people upside down and began to extract confessions, he couldn't help but think of a report he had read.

- The Black Knight of Gotham.

The elf's five senses were sharp enough for him to capture their conversation from this distance.

Words like "code" and "mysterious power" let the half-elf know that what he was looking for was here.

Closing his eyes and feeling the call of power, Elrond frowned.

The voice of the call had changed, it was no longer peaceful and serene.

Someone is using this power, and with malicious intent.

Iluvatar's Firstborn frowned at the disgust of negative power, and he could feel the strength of his own connection mixed with it, making that spiritual influence even stronger.

Elrond was a little thankful that he didn't wake Clark up. After all, although Clark, an alien, had an invulnerable body, his magic resistance was infinitely zero. In contrast, the elves' resistance to magic and their feelings Strength is much higher than that of ordinary humans.

So Elrond could hear the name that malice called out of that gloomy wave.

— Batman.

The half-elf frowned and looked at the black knight, who suddenly stopped asking questions and covered his forehead as if he had been hit with a stick on the head.

The elf lord walked towards Batman, and as he approached, the hanged people lost consciousness completely and fell asleep in a dream.

Bruce Wayne raised his head, looking warily at the mysterious cloaked..."person"?

"Godfather! Are you all right...?"

A neatly dressed Clark suddenly ran out of the alley.

Elrond heard Alpha laugh loudly in the depths of his consciousness, the sense of ridicule in it was so similar to that of an elf king, that he couldn't help but bow his head.