[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

"Son of Gotham,? Bruce Wayne, was found dead in Wayne Manor last month. The Gotham Police Chief claimed that the condition of Mr. Bruce's body was appalling,? He was stabbed more than ten times, and the cause of death was hypothermic shock and cardiac arrest caused by massive blood loss. According to the traces and clues left at the scene, the murderer was Batman and Robin. Currently, the murderer is Batman and his accomplices Still at large,? We welcome all Gotham democracies to offer us..."

In the tavern, a flying wine bottle smashed the TV set hanging in the corner of the bar, turning the hostess's voice without any emotion into a whistling electric current.

The instigator was just a drunken brat. He stood up, raised his hand above his head, and yelled inarticulately: "This is Batman's city, the Archon get out! The tyrant get out!"

The bar was full of people, but no one made a sound.Soon, the door was pushed open, and the new consul walked in, wearing the black uniform of the Gotham police, wearing a funny hard hat on his head.He shot the drunk man indifferently, and the sound of the gun was loud.The bullet precisely pierced the drunk's head, and the latter burst open above the neck, like a rotten watermelon falling to the ground.The consul showed no expression. He shot a few more shots at the drunk man's twitching body, causing a bloody and broken red flower to bloom on the empty bar.

"New Gotham Law Code No. 40, four articles, be cautious in your words and deeds, don't discuss new laws indiscriminately, and offenders will be punished with death." The consul raised the brim of his hat, and he was a double-faced man.

No one answered, and there was a dead silence in the tavern.

On the other side, about 250 people sat in front of the Gotham City Hall. The oldest among them was 48 years old, and the youngest was only 15 years old. Streamers, holding or holding slogans full of slogans, some colorful spray paint on hands, faces or legs.There was a heavy rain not long ago, the air was humid, and the crowd was densely packed together, so hot that their breaths were all tangled together.

The door of the government building suddenly moved, and several of the marchers jumped on it, shouting: "Penguin get out, Gotham is our city!"

"You cowards! If Batman is here, how dare you do this to us!" The most aggressive of the crowd was a young girl of seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing only a white suspenders and denim shorts, her face was painted □□, drawing a black bat logo: "Your conspiracy will not succeed, Batman will not die!"

"Batman doesn't die!"

"Batman doesn't die!"

Protesters stood up, raised their arms and chanted, some of whom had never said anything positive about Batman before Bane ruled Gotham, and now wore his emblem on their chests, as if it would get them a little The power of the caped hero.Among them, the voice of the girl was the loudest. She raised her hands high, her cheeks were flushed with excitement, and the people around her formed a solid human wall. She believed that this was the power of the people who would never surrender.She lives in a free and civilized country, in this country, parade/demonstration/demonstration is the power of the people, nothing can stop the public opinion, the government should tremble at the call of the people.But Penguin just glanced at them indifferently, as if he was looking at some mentally retarded people. He didn't even say a word, he just turned around and waved his hand contemptuously. Behind him, the soldiers with live ammunition raised their machine guns.

Gunshots sounded, beating the ground like drums, and the girl was still shouting loudly, but a bullet pierced her chest, and she fell to the ground, watching the seemingly indestructible crowd being torn several gaps, fighting for freedom Those who were fighting scattered and fled.Repressive violence drove the flock like a whip, blood flowed everywhere it passed, the girl looked down slightly, and she saw the heavy military boots advancing in an orderly manner, crushing the glasses dropped by someone who didn't know.It seems to be a metaphor of fate, representing that the freedom, equality and respect of civilization no longer exist. In the face of the brutality of absolute pressure, they are just things that have been stepped into the mud.

But there were still many people going against the flow of people, throwing themselves on the soldiers' explosion-proof shields, and throwing homemade paint bottles and rotten egg leaves at the penguin.They chanted slogans over and over again, and their voices became louder and louder until they were roughly pressed to the ground by soldiers, and a few bones were kicked by military boots, and they still shouted: "This is Gotham, no one can rule Gotham! Alone/ Judge get out! We want freedom, not violence! Batman can't die!"

The girl took a weak breath and said intermittently: "Batman... Immortal..."

After saying this, she swallowed her last breath and died peacefully.The delicate girl fell to the ground like a withered flower, and was trampled into mud by iron hooves.

Not far from the parade, about 10 minutes before the shooting began, a man wearing a peaked cap stood in an alley. He carefully hid himself in the shadows that the surveillance cameras could not capture, and witnessed the brutal suppression by the Penguins. The horror of the marchers, the fists hidden in the pockets were clenched tightly.The sound of "Batman never dies" hit his temple like a drumstick, and the veins on his forehead throbbed violently. He was about to rush out when he was suddenly pulled back.The visitor was wearing a slightly worn-out hooded shirt, showing his chin, which hadn't been shaved for a long time, and said, "Don't go there, Penguin's trap."

The man looked him up and down for a while: "Bruce?"

"It's me, Director Gordon." Bruce sighed, "Back back and hide in this alley. This is a blind spot for surveillance. If you take another step forward, you will be caught by the surveillance camera."

Gordon stepped back when he heard the words: "We are all dead now, and we have all seen our huge obituary hanging in the city center, and we share weal and woe. How do you know I'm here?"

"You will definitely appear near this parade, because we can all see that this is a trap set by Penguin. He incited hatred on the Internet and organized a parade just to shoot and kill the parade and force us to show up."

There is no doubt that Bruce and Gordon have repeatedly and earnestly persuaded people not to

March, don't piss off the people in power now, they are not like the previous government, tyrants are called tyrants because they actually kill people.But it's clear that some radical young people don't listen to them at all.

During the month of being forced to die, Gordon, who lost his identity and money, did everything. When he was hungry, he rummaged through the trash can and went to sleep at the station or under the bridge.The dignified police chief went down to the grassroots level firmly. Gordon looked him up and down and found that the two of them were almost desperate.Alfred was held hostage, all members of the Bat family withdrew from Gotham, Wayne Enterprises' offshore funds were withdrawn by Catwoman, and the great Batman became a penniless tramp overnight, losing even his legal identity. up.He didn't know how Bruce got through this month. Bruce in front of him was a bit sloppy compared to before, but the brilliance in his eyes hadn't faded.Commissioner Gordon lit a cigarette butt he picked up on the side of the road and said to Bruce, "How are you doing? Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Gordon, you are the best detective, and I want you to find someone."

"Jason?"

Bruce shook his head and handed him a slightly blurry photo. The photo was obviously old, and the smiling face of the boy on the picture was etched into a blur by the years: "No, it's a boy, his name is Tim. Drake. I want you to find him, not his parents. Tim Drake has amazing hacking skills, once hacked into Penguin's bank account, and all the dirty money he smuggled Donated to charity. Then he was targeted by the Penguin, who kidnapped his parents and threatened him to work for the lunatics. It is he who built a huge isolation and surveillance network, and we cannot bypass the monitoring of Skynet and the outside world Bat-family connection."

Tim Drake, the third Robin, also known as Red Robin, is known as the Robin who "perfectly inherits Batman's detective ability".

Commissioner Gordon took the photo, and was troubled by the fact that Batman gave him a brand new moth. Finding a pair of missing parents from this kind of old photo is no less difficult than finding a needle in a haystack: "You asked me to find this boy, What about Jason?"

"Jason is my Robin, you don't have to worry about him, he has his own way to escape."

As soon as Bruce finished speaking, gunshots rang out.He didn't show much surprise, he just took off his oil-stained leather jacket, revealing the bat logo under his scruffy shirt.The bat armor worth more than 200 million US dollars is now in pieces, even the bat logo on the chest is painted with paint, white bullet holes are scattered under the solidified paint, a huge hole is opened in the abdomen, and the curled metal edge It was stained with blackened blood, as if it had been roughly opened with a can opener.Bruce can only fix it with a belt and a simple metal buckle, which makes this armor look extraordinarily shabby, but also has a cyberpunk-like messy feel.

"You'll be sieved by Penguin if you rush out," Gordon said.

Bruce walked around him, put on the same broken Bat mask, and said with a sigh, "I know, but I'm Batman."

Gotham, people use many words to describe Gotham.

Gotham is the city of demons, the capital of sin, the nightmare of mortals, some buried malice, an unattended funeral, some abandoned redemption, and a few unavoidable sighs.

But after Batman appeared, more and more people described Gotham like this: "Gotham is Batman".

However, Gotham is not anyone's city, no one understands Gotham, and no one can represent Gotham.He's not Bane's, not the Joker's, and he's not Batman's.It's just itself, it's hidden in the women's coquettishness and hooligan's laughter, in the whispers of nobles and the shadows of celebrities' clothes, it's the red wine in the goblet of the upper class, and it's the fire of gangsters that flows from time to time out of the blood.It conceived evil souls in its dark womb, and it also made a certain alley hatch the heroes of this world.

I swore to... my parents.I swear to cleanse this city of all evil, that its abundance will never again be eaten, and that I will become the embodiment of fear, and create a city where no child will weep over the dead of their parents.

...Yes, Father, I will be a bat.

Batman walked through the dark alley with his hands clutched, blood dripping all the way, and soon he came to his destination - an old stone clock tower somewhere.He took a breath and knocked on the closed door.After a long time, a muffled, man's voice came from behind the door, which was masked by the sound of the rainstorm, and was almost undetectable: "You can enter this door, and you have to give me all the property of the Wayne family."

"it is good."

The door opened, and behind it stood a man in a black and white dress with a golden corsage on his chest, dark green curly hair covering his pale neck.Batman handed him a few blood-stained banknotes, which were crumpled like steel coins pulled out by a beggar. The former richest man in Gotham now only has a roll of shabby dime in his pocket, which may not add up to $35.He met the man's suspicious eyes and said, "This is the last property of the Wayne family."

Jack sighed, and took the poor roll of banknotes: "Okay, it's just enough for a bottle of anesthesia for the operation, and the rest of the money is only enough for a cup of coffee. Sutures, postoperative gauze and antibiotics are accounted for first, come in Come on, I'll sew the hole in your stomach for you."