I'm the villain in Gotham

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm so glad you all..."

The current mayor of Gotham, Don Mitchell, is standing on the podium in front of the Gotham City Hall.This is a symbol of power and class, and it is a place often chosen by candidates.

Don Mitchell is no exception.The mayor's election has gradually heated up. Even though the recent incidents in Gotham have repeatedly occurred, Harvey Dent's votes have been affected, but he is still almost evenly split with himself, which makes the mayor's team feel very urgent and urgent , had to increase the number of speeches and increase his approval rating with empty promises.

Some citizens bought it, but most didn't.They are not fools and know what is good for them and what is not.Mayor Mitchell's deeds in Gotham over the years are obvious to all. Many people suspect that all the taxes they pay have been enriched by this potbellied mayor.

The mayor’s reelection did not cause any disturbances before, because everyone knew that even if a new mayor was replaced, their lives would still be the same, and even the new mayor might be worse than Mitchell, so continue to choose him. They can at least maintain the existing life.

But this time is different. The appearance of Harvey Dent made all the citizens see hope. What he did as a prosecutor proved that his promise is not a blank check, and he has the determination and strength to realize it.The citizens of Gotham need such a leader with light and hope so much, which is why Harvey has attracted so much attention.

The impatient mayor had to put his ideas elsewhere, such as using money to buy part of the votes—this kind of situation is actually not uncommon. There are always people who are greedy and short-sighted. Everything can be done, not to mention a small vote.

So here's the problem, if they're going to do this, they need money, a lot of money.

That's why Bruce would sit off stage.

Even if he had already stood up and said that the Wayne family was a staunch supporter of Harvey Dent, Mayor Mitchell still wanted to take a gamble.The capitalist always valued wealth, and he believed that as long as he offered enough favorable conditions, even the Wayne family would turn against him.

The reason why Bruce didn't refuse was also because he wanted to see what conditions the mayor was going to use to seduce him.He believed that what the mayor did behind his back was not very clean, and perhaps this meeting was an opportunity for him to find out the chain of interests behind Mayor Mitchell.

That's what's going on in Bruce's head

, but nothing showed on his face.His charming blue eyes are smiling, the corners of his lips are slightly raised, and his handsome face is so affectionate. When his face is facing a certain direction, everyone may think that he has a little affection for him.

Even if you can see that his eyes are slightly out of focus, obviously he didn't listen to the mayor's impassioned speech, but... who cares?

Such a beloved little prince, who seemed to have never experienced any pain or blame since he was born, who would have the heart to blame him for such a trivial matter?

Nobody is that cruel.

Bruce came back to his senses, and smiled deeper at the blond girl who happened to be sitting where his gaze was concentrated, seeing her suddenly flushed and excited, and then quietly averted her gaze.

The mayor's speech is not over yet.God, he's starting to get tired of it.

If it wasn't for showing that he also attached great importance to the mayor's invitation, in fact, he didn't have to come so early at all.He could be there at the end of the speech and no one would question that.

After all, he is still the president of Wayne Group, so it is normal for him to be busy at work, right?

Thinking so, Bruce glanced at the podium subconsciously, his gaze suddenly narrowed slightly.

— something is not right.

A sense of strangeness condensed in his heart, which made him suddenly vigilant, his eyeballs suddenly darkened into a deep steel blue, and slightly shrunk due to concentration.

He scanned the podium quickly.The mayor was standing at the very center of the podium, his secretary and assistants were standing not far behind, and the bodyguards were standing in a row below the stage—all of them were performing their duties, and there was no sign of leaving their posts without authorization.

But Bruce never ignores his feelings, nor trusts appearances.He pressed the headset calmly, and at the same time carefully looked at the podium again.

Alfred's voice came clearly from the headset: "Master?"

"Ah Fu," Bruce said in a low voice and quickly: "I called up the surveillance video in front of the city hall in the past two days, and I think there is something wrong here."

"Okay, sir." Alfred replied so quickly that Bruce could almost hear his typing on the keyboard.While listening to the movement from the headset, he looked at the direction of the podium with scrutiny.

Suddenly, a flash of red light hurt his eyes.

Bruce suddenly realized that his eyes caught this red light just now, so he felt something was wrong.

that looks like some kind of

Messenger, what exactly is it?

Just when Bruce started to feel uneasy, Alfred's hasty voice sounded from the headset: "Master, you must get out of there immediately, last night, someone installed——"

What lit up at the same time as the word bomb was a red light spot that suddenly flickered rapidly.Bruce immediately realized something, and when the voice that made everyone evacuate immediately rushed out of his throat——

The bomb installed near the podium exploded!

Bruce's voice was completely covered by the rumbling noise, a violent impact and a warm air wave rushed towards him, and he was immediately overturned. Blind, he couldn't see or hear anything, he just felt like he was bumping into a lot of things, and a lot of things hit or passed his body.

In the moment of great change, the pain on the body also becomes superficial and less obvious.After the impact, Bruce groped his way up and sat on his knees, his mind buzzing—damn, he must have had a concussion.

After the annoying buzz gradually subsided, Bruce finally heard Alfred's shout in the headset: "...Master! Master Bruce!"

Bruce covered his head and found that his eyesight was gradually recovering: "...Ah Fu, I didn't—"

His voice stopped abruptly.

The scene that had experienced a big explosion appeared in his eyes unexpectedly.

He saw the half-collapsed government building and the people under the rubble, many people.

Some of them are dead, some may still be alive.The color of fresh blood appeared so bright and dazzling in the gray area, almost making the world only gray and red.

In the next second, weeping and moaning were heard in the ears that had recovered their hearing.

Bruce was stunned for a while, then stood up with the ground propped up, and staggered towards the dazzling red.

Someone was screaming in his ear, and more people were running.Bruce walked against the direction of the crowd, his confused mind couldn't think about the danger that might follow.

He saw a man whose legs were crushed under a large block of concrete. The man wailed and said to him in a painful voice: "Help me."

Bruce came to him and pushed the board open a crack, allowing the man to drag his injured leg out from under it.

Someone's thigh was cut and bleeding profusely, and Bruce tore off his own shirt to temporarily stop the bleeding.

confirm that he is temporarily

After nothing happened, Bruce continued to walk forward and saw a little girl covered under the rubble.He knelt down, desperately reaching out to move the bricks away one by one, not noticing that his fingers were worn out and bleeding in the process, and sand and gravel mixed into the wound, but he didn't feel any pain.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally dug a gap from the child.Then he reached out and pulled her up hard.

Cold to the touch.

He found her dead.

Bruce hugged the little girl, his eyes darkened, and he was silent without speaking.

Someone tugged at his shoulders from behind.

Bruce was forced to turn around and saw Alfred's anxious face.In an instant, it was as if a barrier of emptiness was broken, and the turmoil of the outside world pulled him back to this world, and his ears regained hearing: "Master Bruce!"

Alfred couldn't describe how he felt when he saw Bruce hugging a little girl who had lost her life, kneeling on the ground in a mess of steel and steel ruins.

He could only slow down his voice: "Master Bruce, you are seriously injured, we need to go to the hospital."

Bruce blinked slowly, looking down at his arms.Blood had already soaked through half of the sleeve, sticking wet and sticky to his arm.

In fact, there were large and small wounds all over his body, and blood flowed from his forehead, across his right eye, and carved a blood-red mark on his pale cheek.

But he didn't notice, Alfred thought, he didn't realize what was happening to him.

The sky was also dark, the clouds covered the sun, and the foggy shadows seemed to put a faint black cloak on Bruce.

Alfred wanted to say something more to comfort him, but Bruce grabbed his hand suddenly, and Alfred was shocked by the strength.

Bruce murmured: "I should have thought of it, Hall said that they have a big event to do recently, related to the bomb... I should have thought of it."

He closed his eyes, and on the face that had been expressionless since Alfred saw him, finally showed a bit of pain: "...I could have done something."

……

Bruce was forced onto a stretcher and carried into an ambulance.

The car door was closed, and the shadows reflected by the windows were in stark contrast to the glare of the dome lights. Bruce narrowed his eyes physiologically, and his out-of-focus eyes were blurred, slowly seeing them as a tall and dark window .

etc.

Know it's a nightmare.

It was a nightmare he had when he was a child when he saw a bat that came in by mistake from the window.

……

"...mostly superficial, with three broken ribs—no internal organs, thank God."

The Waynes sighed and left Bruce's room.

He was injected with anesthesia, wrapped in bandages, and was lying quietly on the bed and lethargic at the moment.

Time passed by, and almost the next moment it was night.It was a heavy rainy night, and thunder rumbled outside the window.

Alfred routinely inspected the manor along the way, checking whether the doors, windows and electrical appliances were safe.When passing Bruce's room, he suddenly found that the door of Bruce's room was opened a crack.

Alfred was startled: "Master Bruce?"

He pushed open the door and strode in, only to find that the bed was empty.

Alfred immediately started searching in the manor.

Eventually, he found Bruce in a room at the manor that had been abandoned and turned into a utility room.

The huge floor-to-ceiling windows facing the door were closed tightly, and the rain washed over them, and there were occasional flashes of lightning that reflected it as if it were daytime.

Bruce was covered in bandages, and part of the wound had been torn because he didn't follow the doctor's orders, and the color of the blood showed through the bandages.

He was sitting next to a dilapidated angel statue, the originally round wings on its back were now in dilapidated condition, casting sharp black shadows under the flash of lightning.

— like the wings of a bat.

Alfred froze in place as he wanted to enter the door.

Bruce sat for a long time and thought a lot.

He thought of the fate of the Wayne family, what he said to himself in another world when he was 12 years old, and everything he had seen in these years.

Finally he thought of his father, Thomas Wayne said to him: "Bruce, you decide how to do it, how to change all this, it's up to you to think and judge for yourself."

Bruce straightened his back slowly.

He whispered:

"Father, I want to be a bat.*"

The author has something to say: *The source of the last scene is "Batman: Year One"

It is the most famous origin manga of the master. I highly recommend everyone to read it. It is best to read it in one go. I always feel that it is easy to be depressed if I stop halfway (?)

The author of the chicken is limited in his writing skills and can't describe the artistic conception. He can only worship the god Miller. It's hard to imagine how he can write that kind of script.

Then, where do you feel uncomfortable reading this chapter, and feel bad, please tell me, the author of the rookie chicken will try to modify it (if it can’t be modified, it’s too bad, I don’t know how to change it_(:з」∠)_)

Well, this is the main reason why Longlong is offline. With Longlong, Bruce will not get the opportunity to become Batman

感谢在2020-09-3023:57:24~2020-10-0305:19:01期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of leaves and wax gourd;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard! ,,