I'm the villain in Gotham

The Penguin was instructing his men to carefully lift a box onto the car.

"Be careful, you idiots!" Penguin walked around with his bloated and short body, and kept waving the umbrella held by three fingers: "Don't drop it, this is what the big customer wants!"

"Boss," a strong man carrying a box asked cautiously, "What's in it, and it's worth so much money?"

"There's so much talking." The Penguin raised his umbrella and knocked him on the head: "Hurry up and load my car, or I'll be caught by someone else tonight!"

The two men moved the box to the side of the truck, and were about to work together to move the box, when suddenly, a pitch-black bat dart was inserted into the ground next to the two of them.Suddenly, a puff of white smoke erupted, covering the entire space.

"Protect the box!" Penguin held up his umbrella in the white mist, and rushed out vigilantly: "You guys, find that bastard for me."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sound of broken glass above his head, followed by a scream from the person next to him.The black cloaks flashed through the thick white mist, and the thugs pulled the triggers at the place where the screams came from, and there was only the sound of bullets embedded in the wall.However, screams came one after another, the thugs fell down one by one, and the rest were shuddering, trembling with their guns raised.

The white mist gradually dissipated, and for a while, the few people who were still standing saw a standing black shadow with an extremely oppressive feeling.The cloak enveloped his whole body, and the excessively long hem hung on the ground, spreading around his feet.

"Oh...Damn it, I should have known it was you, Batman." Penguin sneered a few times: "I knew that one day you would come to spoil my good deeds, but today——you came here by accident."

Pointing at Batman with the tip of his umbrella, he ordered his goons: "Shoot and kill him!"

However, the expected gunshots did not sound, Penguin turned his head in surprise, and then found in horror that his thugs were tied up with their mouths sealed at some point, and the plastic sticky substance under their feet ensured that they were still standing on the ground. It gave Penguin the illusion that he still has many people available.

"Uh, um..." The cold sweat on Penguin's forehead suddenly fell, Batman lifted his cloak and strode towards him, Penguin couldn't help stepping back a few steps, and said with a smile: "I think this seems to be a misunderstanding, buddy , how much money do you think is appropriate?"

Batman grabbed his collar with his arms and lifted him up, his voice was low and harsh: "What's in the box?"

"Just a little something, no big deal - hey!"

Batman held him in one hand, and with the other he took out a Batarang and broke the seal of the box.Immediately, a small box of ore glowing green appeared in front of his eyes.

Batman frowned, and held one in front of his eyes: "...Kryptonite."

He turned to look at Penguin: "Where is the source of kryptonite, and who is your buyer?"

"This stuff has always been sold in Gotham's black market, but it's just a matter of luck, and the quantity is small." Penguin said, looking at his small half box of kryptonite distressedly, guessing that he sent someone to save it hard. The kryptonite that came is gone.

Batman had heard about this incident, so he was not too surprised, and said coldly: "The buyer."

"...We do this business on the basis of credibility, Batman, and I suggest you not go too far."

Batman narrowed his eyes, kicked over the table next to him, pulled Penguin by his collar and pulled him towards him: "Say!"

"Okay, okay, I said I said I said!" Penguin quickly said: "Who else wants such a large amount of kryptonite and has the money to buy it? Lex Luthor in Metropolis who has been fighting against Superman!"

Batman asked again: "You just said that you were late and you were caught first. Who else sold Luther's kryptonite?"

"I don't know about this." The Penguin said, seeing Batman squint his eyes unkindly, afraid of being beaten, he yelled loudly: "I really don't know! My people were amputated while collecting kryptonite , I only know that there are still people who want to do this business, I don’t know who sent them.”

Batman felt that the Penguin really didn't know, so he let go of him, walked to the side and closed the box, then picked it up with one hand, looked at the Penguin and said coldly: "I will always pay attention to you, Kobo Special, don't be caught by me again."

A puff of smoke appeared among them, and the corner of the black cloak flashed in front of Penguin before disappearing immediately.After the smoke dissipated, there was no one in front of the Penguin. There was still a bat-shaped gap in the luxurious viewing skylight on the roof, and the black plane flew past.

The Penguin looked at the sunroof with glass shards falling down, at the empty truck box, and at the thugs who were either fainted or tightly bound: "..."

The penguin dropped its umbrella in popularity.

While driving the Batplane, Batman spoke to Alfred who was on standby in the Batcave: "It seems that there are new forces in Gotham that we don't know about yet."

Alfred looked very calm: "I think we all expected this situation, Gotham never stops, Master Bruce."

Batman didn't speak for a moment, realizing that he was thinking, and Alfred fell silent.After a while, Batman said slowly: "I remember a while ago, the Lex Group invited me to participate in their technology exhibition?"

"It was true, sir," said Alfred, "but you refused."

"So I've changed my mind now, Fu," Batman said. "I hope you still have that invitation."

"Of course, young master, I keep all of these, and this one has not expired yet."

……

Wayne's private jet, marked with a "W" symbol, lands at the Metropolitan Airport.

The media who had been waiting all of a sudden swarmed up. Bruce Wayne slowly walked down the gangway. The wind lifted the corner of his windbreaker, revealing the neatly ironed black suit underneath.He took off his sunglasses and showed a sweet smile that belonged to Brucey's baby to the camera.

Suddenly, the flashes flickered more intensively.

Bruce elegantly and gentlemanly walked through a group of reporters holding microphones, and shook hands with Lex Luthor who had just got off the car: "Thank you for coming to greet me in person, Lex."

"This sentence is too outlandish, Bruce." Luther smiled and said, "You know, I didn't come here just to see you."

Bruce feigned surprise: "Wow, are you really going to talk about work as soon as we meet? That's so boring."

"Ha, of course not." Luther laughed twice: "I prepared a welcome banquet for you, Bruce. I heard that your butler has unique cooking experience in food. I hope my chef can satisfy you."

"I guess you won't let me down." Bruce blinked at him, and then casually looked at the lady standing aside: "This lady is... Louise Lane?"

"It's me, Mr. Wayne." Louise shook hands with Bruce, then she tilted her head and said with a half-smile as if joking: "It's really not easy to see you, the Planet Daily has sent you many times It is a pity that you have rejected the interview invitation every time."

"That's because I can't let such a beautiful lady come to Gotham alone, you know, sometimes she is not safe." Bruce said gentlemanly: "But now that I am in Metropolis, I think we can always Starting an exclusive interview, just for you, ma'am."

"Really?" said Louise. "And how about this afternoon, Mr. Wayne?"

"Hey, Louise," Luthor had to interject between them: "I'm afraid Bruce and I don't have time this afternoon, but after we finish talking, maybe I can give you an exclusive interview on this cooperation. You, and you The one next to you..." He looked at the reporter next to Louise who was wearing an ill-fitting suit and old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses, and raised his eyebrows critically.

"Clark, Clark Kent, Mr. Luther." Clark immediately shook hands with Luther.

"Well, okay, Clark," Luthor shook hands politely, and immediately let go: "You can come together," he put his arms around Bruce's shoulders, and said intimately: "I believe Bruce will not refuse, yes Right, Bruce?"

"Of course, Lex," Bruce said with a sweet smile, "what's wrong with such a small matter."

Luther took him to his car, and Bruce turned his head: "Goodbye, Louise, and...Clark."

Catching his gaze, Clark smiled shyly and waved his hand.