Dressed in a superhero shell to save the world [Comprehensive British and American]

Christmas Eve was a long-lost sunny day.

The sun in winter is not as intense as in summer, the light is whitish, and there is a lazy sense of burnout.But the faces of the people on the street are full of joy. The roads are full of Christmas trees, Christmas wreaths and people dressed as Santa Claus and taking pictures with children. These strong colors dilute the haze of Gotham and make this city that is always dark It's been a long time to get a bit of lightness.

The sound of a motorcycle engine came from the end of the road, and with a "click", the lid of the safety helmet was lifted.

"Underage driving without a license." Dick said, crossing his arms on the sidewalk, "I'm going to report you."

"Anything you want." Jason took off his helmet and threw it to him. "Anyway, violating traffic rules is the lightest crime I can face. Would you like to drive?"

Dick took the key from him: "Where is your destination today?"

"Let me see..." Jason took out the ToDoList that Tim wrote to him from his arms, the top lines had been crossed out, and the latest line was at the bottom, "Ummm...is he serious? Arkham?"

**

"happy holidays!"

Tim jumped down holding on to the banister of the stairs with one hand and the strap of his backpack with the other hand, and greeted the servants and bodyguards at home.

"You too. Are you going out?"

"Yes." Tim paused, "Don't tell my parents specifically, it's a group activity at school."

"Where to go?"

"Hospitals and the like... Anyway, I'll be back before dark, bye!"

He quickly ran out of the house with his schoolbag in his hand, took off his coat at the blind spot of the camera, and put the same Nightwing mask on his face.

Although he was still trying to keep his expression on his face, the boy's footsteps floated up involuntarily, from the small brisk walk at the beginning to a childish jump and run.

How wonderful.

He held his schoolbag and thought in confusion.

My friends and I are doing something that maybe no one understands.

But traveling retrogradely in the crowd like this actually gave him the joy and satisfaction of gaining a sense of belonging.

**

"Batman?" Arkham Dean Quincy Sharp's chubby face was full of resistance, "We don't accept interviews, go away, this is not a place for minors to come."

Opposite him, Red Hood pulled a chair over arrogantly, and Ye Yi walked up to the dean and handed him a piece of paper.

"What is this..."

"You, Hugo Strange's transaction records with the gang." Nightwing looked at him condescendingly, "Be more honest during the next campaign."

The dean's eyes and pupils narrowed, looking at the detailed data that could never be obtained by legal means, fine cold sweat oozes from his forehead, and said sternly: "I don't admit it! You are slandering me! Even if you go to court, there will be no result! "

"So this is just a friendly interview." Red Hood straightened up and pushed the recording pen over. "Say something nice, and let's ask a few more employees. Otherwise, you have to be prepared for a long-term lawsuit."

Dean Sharp's eyes swept over the slightly protruding waist of his waist.

The alarm in the director's office remained silent as if it had been scrapped.He finally died down, and asked dryly, "Where do we start?"

After finishing the matter, Ye Yi turned to his companion and asked, "Are you still carrying a gun?"

"I don't have one." The young man next to him said in a sly tone, "It's the origami toy I made out of old cigarette boxes just now. If you want, I can hang a row for you. What's the matter with the alarm in the dean's office?"

"Signal jammer." Nightwing spread his hands, "I got it from the Batcave."

"You're done," said Red Hood decisively.

Dick said firmly, "I can pack up and go back to Bludhaven overnight."

**

"What? You've already done it? I purposely left Arkham for last!" Tim's disbelieving voice came from the earphones.Jason turned his head and muttered, "I knew it."

Nightwing: "Where are you Tim?"

"Orphanage," Tim said, "I was sorting it all out, and suddenly I thought of the Wayne Group's charity plan. Well, although it's a bit strange to ask, how do you all coordinate the conflicts brought about by vigilantes and real identities?" ?”

Jason: "I'm not a vigilante—not yet."

Dick: "I'm a newbie."

"I shouldn't have asked." Tim sighed and continued, "Batman...maybe it's not a good thing to take responsibility too seriously. The vigilante identity is like using a false identity on the Internet, but carrying out Work that is more important than reality. The Internet can bring people a sense of separation from normal real life, I don’t know if you can understand it.”

"A person who is always immersed in the Internet will feel that everyone using virtual IDs to communicate online is the correct way of life. When he leaves the familiar environment to socialize face-to-face, he feels that he is wearing a mask instead."

"The vigilante is more complicated. In order to prevent people from linking the two identities, they can only completely turn themselves into different or even opposite people. Some superheroes do justice after putting on the uniform, and take off the uniform After that, he or she can enjoy a normal life."

"But Batman does it the other way around...he's like the guy who turns reality and online life upside down, making the night job the proper way of life and the day a forced mask. "

"..."

There was a moment of silence on the other side before Ye Yi's voice sounded: "Why do you think so?"

"Didn't we do free navy for the Dark Knight two days ago? At that time, the servants at home said that the tone of my conversations with them was different." Tim said, "After I apologized, I couldn't help but think about it. Remember? I asked you about Bruce Wayne's attitude towards Batman. Batman is the truth he admits, but at the same time he doesn't necessarily like it, and he understands that most people don't necessarily like this truth. "

After deliberating his tone, the young man asked cautiously: "Do you think that in this situation, if you were a different person, you would still be able to remember what a normal person's life is like?"

Human beings are not machines with limited energy and cannot devote themselves to work [-]/[-].

But if a vigilante regards fighting criminals as normal, he is so lonely that he can be called paranoid and rolls himself with the mud on the ground.When his true identity is put under the spotlight for word analysis, which side is the rest holiday?

"Isn't that our purpose?" Red Hood said impatiently. "Gotham is full of psychopaths, criminals, and ordinary people who are scared to death for interviews. It's not for self-satisfaction and to refute stupid newspapers. I just want to give him Look at what normal people in this world look like."

"You're right." Nightwing said softly and slowly, "We protect this city because it's worth protecting."

Jason: "Not 'us', not me yet."

Tim couldn't help laughing: "I'm ready. The children in the orphanage are too enthusiastic, but the experience is not bad. You can consider coming here to do volunteer work in the future. Everyone likes Bruce Wayne very much, because the Wayne Group The orphanage donated a lot of money and they can wear new clothes in winter. They also love Batman - a few children came to take pictures with me with Batman masks they drew - because Batman can take away All the villains of their parents fell."

"Who said that?"

"Who knows?"

Maybe the kids spontaneously think so.

These innocent little things have not yet learned to deceive themselves and others.

Even Poison Ivy once said that living creatures yearn for the light.

**

"Merry Christmas Bruce!"

When Dick opened the firework tube in Wayne Manor without warning, Moses was already prepared and dodged aside with agility that didn't match his weight. Jason, who was fighting against the Australian veal steak, was sprayed all over his head Face full of ribbons.

"Richard—"

"Ah." Alfred stood beside Moses with a smile, "I never thought that Wayne Manor would have such a lively day."

Moses agreed with him.

It can only be said that teenagers seem to have an engine installed in their bodies, no matter how busy they are, they seldom feel tired.Jason rang the doorbell at Wayne Manor just before eleven o'clock, and Dick went to meet him at the door. In the corner, and then ran to the restaurant to eat.

Batman pretended not to see anything, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

Until Dick sprayed Jason with streamers all over his face, of course.

"No fighting is allowed on the dining table." Seeing that the cake Afu had baked so hard was about to become a tool of war, Moses had no choice but to bend his knuckles and knock on the table.

Then he looked at his family members and softened his tone: "Merry Christmas."

Jason stood up abruptly.

"I, I remembered that I left something behind, so I went to pick it up."

He rarely finished speaking with a stammer, and left the restaurant without looking back.Dick immediately said, "I'm sorry, Bruce. Do you remember what I told you yesterday that we have prepared a little surprise?"

Moses raised his head: "I remember."

Looking at his expression, the young man suddenly frowned: "Don't tell me you know everything."

"……I have no idea."

"Really? I don't believe it."

They looked at each other, and the butler had no choice but to vouch for the old father who had a negative reputation: "Master, he really didn't investigate."

"How is it possible?" Dick was shocked. "Aren't we the focus of his attention? We can't be worse than Arkham's lunatics, right?"

It doesn't work if you pay attention, and it doesn't work if you don't pay attention. What do you want?

Moses put the fork down and said in Batman's voice, "That's a different story."

The effect is outstanding.

Dick shut up obediently, and began to look forward to the direction Jason was leaving.

Moses gradually grew a little bit of curiosity and anticipation—he did investigate the whereabouts of the children to ensure their safety, but otherwise they knew nothing about their purpose or behavior.

And within a few days, the three young men traveled across most of Gotham.

What kind of surprise needs to be checked in all over the city?

A few minutes later, Jason came running back, the huge bag in his hand, avoided the dining table, unzipped it in the corner, and poured the contents out with a splash.

"Merry Christmas." His tone seemed to say 'next year's Christmas will be the anniversary of your death'.

But those green eyes didn't blink, like a child waiting for a parent to hand out a gift, even though he was the one who brought it.

Moses stood up and walked over, and found piles of things, including greeting cards, newspapers, signatures, recording pens, photos, videos and so on.At the top is a group photo of Tim and a few children with teeth missing and smiling brightly in the cold wind. One of them is wearing Zhang's silly bat mask, with his hands clasped on his face, and his fingertips are frozen Red didn't let go.

'MerryChristmas, Batman!'

Behind the photos are rows of twisted blessings.

The black-haired, blue-eyed young man seemed to be taken aback for a moment. He turned his head and looked at the two children for confirmation, then bent down and picked up another recording pen, and pressed the play button.

An excited female voice came from inside: "Merry Christmas, Batman! I love you, Batman! You are interviewing, right? Can this be delivered to Batman? Maybe? Ahhh, then you must tell him that I want to be with Batman." He gave birth to a child!!"

Moses:"……"

"Tim did it." Jason immediately dumped the blame on a third person who wasn't there.

Dick gestured with his eyes: Is it really Tim?

Jason looked back straightly: Really.

There are also some newspapers in the back, also collected by Tim, which are articles supporting Batman or thanking him for his help.Some greeting cards are written in a very serious way. The person who wrote the pen seems to be very old. It is as formal as writing a letter. He earnestly expresses his gratitude to the vigilante who saved his child, saying that he can finally sleep after the bat light appears. Get some good sleep.

Flipping through one by one, these solemn or enthusiastic and funny greetings, even if limited in number, covered people from all walks of life in Gotham, and there were actually a few from Arkham employees.

One of the Arkham nurses drew a short caricature of Batman beating the clown, and the joy overflowed from the strokes, which made Moses feel that she was a bit inferior to being a nurse.

It took him a while to sort it out slowly.The others waited silently behind him.

Finally, the last greeting card was stacked neatly on top of it, and Batman looked back at them.

Christmas carols are played and another snowy night awaits in the city, but there are no diseases, no clowns, no criminals who are still working their way through the holidays -- at least for now.

So under the warm light, the Gotham Knight's shoulders relaxed slightly, as if he had temporarily shaken off some heavy things.

"Thank you," he said.