Dressed as a night owl, I choose to quit [DC]

It was nearly six hours before I opened my eyes again.It was about seven o'clock in the evening before losing consciousness, the sun had just set, and it was past midnight now.

I was still a little dazed when Alfred called me, he looked at me, I looked at him, the living room lights were still dimmed, the curtains were open, and the moonlight spread on the carpet like frosting on top of the cream.The butler handed me a cup of mouthwash and said, "I was planning to wake you up and go back to the manor to sleep."

"What about Supermaster and Superqueen?"

"They left Gotham around twelve o'clock. Didn't you know?"

I really don't know.

This sleep (or should be said to be in a coma) I slept so unconsciously, it stands to reason that after two or three days of staying up all night, I can’t get over it without rest for a period of time, but since I accepted the setting that I am roughly equal to a paper man, I complained I am a lot more cautious when I'm a human being, and the standard line defined by human beings has been infinitely raised in my mind.Just like now I don’t have a headache and my eyes don’t hurt, although my body is still a bit heavy, it’s because I just woke up not long ago, and the short-term dementia after waking up is not much different from not staying overnight.

It quickly became clear to me that Alfred had said 'I intended to'.

"What happened?" I asked. "Richard isn't here."

Observing his solemn expression, I said with certainty, "It was an accident on his side."

"He hasn't come back yet," the butler whispered.He went to the window and pressed a wall lamp, and the warm yellow light replaced the moonlight and shrouded us, "I informed him half an hour ago that Syndicate is gone, and it stands to reason that he should have brought your guests back to the manor inside."

"But it doesn't make sense." I was half talking to myself, half asking for Alfred's opinion, "No one but the four of us knew that 12 Lincoln Road was my safe house. Batman's enemies are out of this universe, He will not be careless to be discovered. As for Richard... How likely is he to be stalked behind him without noticing it? If the opponent is really coming for him, why not do it outside the more concise and convenient room?"

"Perhaps curious about his mission goals?"

"But the timing is wrong. When did they completely lose contact?"

"It's impossible to judge the exact time, but the computer network of the safe house was still sending activity signals to the host two or ten minutes ago."

"Then let's say they officially engage the enemy around 12:30," I said. "There's a gap of five and a half hours. If the opponent wants to observe or set up an ambush in advance, he must approach the safe house. And as long as he is close, Batman It is highly unlikely that there will be no sign of it at the same time as Talon."

"Unless he or she followed Richard to his destination, and he or she didn't do anything for five hours. The safe house has more than one exit, and it doesn't make sense to stand in front of the door and wait for reinforcements."

Finally, I concluded: "It seems that the enemy is not targeting the two of them. Someone knows that 12 Lincoln Road is my safe house, and wants to plant a trap there for me to pass."

But the problem is, theoretically only me, Alfred, Richard, and Batman know it exists.

This villa is where my parents sold their stolen goods. I don’t come here often, so the wall lamps are in disrepair.I looked at Alfred for a while in the flickering light, and he understood what I meant.

"There will be no secret," said he. "Your visitor has been short, and Master Richard has been under my restraint during your absence. As for me—you must know that I have been with you long ago." You're on a boat."

I was noncommittal: "Anyway, no matter what they want to arrange in the safe house, it has been exposed in advance. If my old opponent is well-informed enough, he should come over and hold me back to prevent me from being with Richard and Boo. ... Batman rendezvous."

"But they won't know you're not at Wayne Manor."

As soon as he finished speaking, the phone in his suit pocket buzzed like a response.I looked over immediately, Alfred frowned and looked at the screen, his face became more gloomy, if it wasn't for the dark surrounding light, he looked like an old zombie just unearthed: "It's the smoke alarm in the manor, Master, someone is indeed preparing to attack you."

Things have come to this point, to put it bluntly, there is no threat to my safety for the time being - the most important thing is to find out the identity of the enemy and how they know about 12 Lincoln Road.

The coincidence of this incident is that they should have planned for a long time. My disappearance is not a secret in the eyes of those who are interested, and it is a godsend opportunity for those who want to make trouble.

However, the time difference caused by the flow of information always exists.I came back very suddenly, but the movement of Syndicate was conspicuous enough, maybe they speculated that I was back after they found someone in the safe house, so they chose to raid Wayne Manor to divert my attention.

But to be honest, there are so many people who hate me, I have to use permutation and combination formulas to figure out how many possibilities my opponent has tonight.

"Alfred, you go to Wayne Manor." I said to the housekeeper, "Let them think that I am on the island and that this sneak attack has achieved results. I need to take a look at Lincoln Road."

"They knew that I was most likely to go with you, so they asked Wayne Manor to lure at least one person, so that the opponent is only me or you, and there is hope for victory or escape... ABCD, multiple choice questions, this kind of behavior Who does the style remind you of?"

Alfred said dryly, "Some lingering bug."

After a pause, he spoke again,

"Are you sure you want to do this? They can't wait to divert your attention to prevent you from going to the safe house and causing too much damage to the resistance forces. The other side must be dispatched by important characters, and it may even be the clown himself. It's better to let I'm notifying the mob or the Gotham Police Department..."

"I don't trust them. Lincoln Road has been exposed, and I don't know why." I interrupted him. "And it's too late."

Alfred asked abruptly: "You also don't trust me now, do you?"

I didn't answer at all, and after a while, he gave in under my relentless gaze, bowed and was ready to move.

I watched him drive to Wayne Manor on the top of the hill, and looked up at the sky through the window by the way.A thick layer of dark clouds accumulated over the city, gradually covering up the bright moon that was just as bright as new, making the path between the islands even more gloomy.The weather was a bit like the night I ran away from Batman in another universe, except the dark clouds would never reflect a giant bat-shaped reflection.

After the sound of the engine completely subsided, I put on the armor and mask I had prepared, and the moment I opened the window, the thick water vapor rushed to my face, and the city would soon usher in another rainy night.

Lincoln Road is only about 10 minutes' drive from Bay Villa.

Before I rushed to the scene, I imagined how complicated the battle situation would be with the well-known positive characters in American comics and the children I brought up since I was a child.

It turns out that the Joker has a special skill for making a situation stand alone.Batman stood alone in the garden outside the safe house, and members of the Clown Gang surrounded the entire building. There were not many residents nearby, and all of them pretended that they didn't exist, so a weird scene happened—this residential area Like a deserted dead city, the residential buildings are like the tombstones of the dead. We are all actors in costumes, and there are exaggerated and absurd sounds in the center of the stage in the cemetery.

On the asphalt, written in fluorescent green paint: "Come on! He who dances with hopelessness!"

My left eyelid twitched uncontrollably, and I jumped from a commanding height nearby, landing on the lawn surrounded by a fence.

It was raining lightly in the city.

I landed almost silently, but Batman noticed.

He didn't look back, and said simply and quickly: "The Riddler was knocked out by me outside the safe door of the basement. He blocked his claws with a mechanism. He couldn't get in, and the people inside couldn't get out. The puzzle can only be solved from the inside." Untie. The target of these people is you, did you come here alone?"

"Yes." I replied, "Something happened at Wayne Manor, and Alfred needs to go back and take a look."

It seems that his inference is similar to mine.

Richard wasn't in danger, he was just left where he was, and Batman had to stand guard in order to stop the others.But judging by his usual attitude, Bruce is not only familiar with the clown, but also used to deal with the Riddler. He can even shut Nygma aside when confronting the clown, just like the kind of hardcore player who has played hundreds of dungeons, As soon as the boss raised his arm, he knew what skills to use on the opposite side, and he was so proficient that it made people feel distressed.

This can only be attributed to the fact that the Riddler has left a strong mark in more than two universes. I would rather fight a hundred rounds with members of the Clown Gang than sit face to face with Nygma and guess what the green question mark he wrote means. , everyone in the same situation as me and Batman should be.

So when will the Riddler get out of Gotham?

But the focus right now is on the Joker.He was standing tens of meters away, dressed as always and absorbing water, the purple suit was wetted by the fine rain and turned dark black, the petals on his chest drooped lifelessly, and the emerald green hair stuck to his cheeks like rotten straw superior.

Seeing me coming, he greeted me enthusiastically: "Good evening owl! You are the one who came, and the outsider went to Wayne Manor, right? I knew that you only trust yourself when it comes to really important things. This is a good habit." , promote learning for all, and help prolong life."

I ignored him, turned to Batman and said, "Sorry, it was an accident."

I mean, as the host, I failed to deal with the clown, a wild opponent running around in the streets, and let the guests from the parallel universe bump into it, which is really disrespectful, but it's hard to say this clearly.

Under the dim street lights, the clown looked at me, I looked at Batman, Batman looked at the clown, and we formed a perfect equilateral triangle.

Batman: "...you've seen my Joker there too."

I:"……"

That's true, the main universe Joker and Coppert's quarrel over the topic of 'Is it possible for Joker to have an electronic girlfriend' is still in my memory.

I don't know why I, as a villain in a parallel universe, have such empathy with superheroes in the main world?

But then again, the clown said that he expected me to come, but he just stood here confidently and didn't leave. Excluding the possibility that he was bragging but actually panicked, he should have come prepared.

**

The rain fell on the ground and crackled, the sky darkened and sank, and there was no sign of clearing up in a short time.The clown wiped the water off his face, looked at the owl and the bat who were talking to each other, and said abruptly, "Don't you want to know how I found this place, Night Owl?"

Whether it was intentional or not, the ruler of Gotham who always thought he didn't exist finally turned around. The cloak on his body isolated him from the lingering rain, but owl feathers should not be waterproof, right?

The clown was amused by the image that came to his mind by imagining an owl-shaped creature that insisted on going out on a rainy day and was drowned.From a standpoint, he and Ye Xiao are not dead, but from a personal emotional point of view, he is more willing to deal with the goblins in the government and police station who were bought by Ye Xiao, or the one who always laughs under Ye Xiao, than to deal with Thomas Wayne. Be like a dead man's butler.

But who let the person here be Thomas Jr.?

It's not right to say that, didn't he already know that the person who came would be Little Thomas?

The clown used to play cards with a group of people squatting in the ruins of the city that a few night owls couldn't care about. They played Texas hold'em poker, and the penguin was the banker.Oswald Copperpot is one of the few people who can appear in Gotham aboveboard. He has contacts in the police station and the gang. The important thing is that he shuffles the cards very well.During the card game, they rarely talked about Night Owl - no matter what the position of the organization or the alliance is, there is always internal struggle. The clown is a faction of his own, and everyone is usually reluctant to act with him, only to get together occasionally for the sake of his peers. , with fewer heart-to-heart chats.

The Joker says his goal is to kill Night Owl.

The others didn't even raise their heads, they all echoed, "Who isn't?"

Then no one answered, and the scene was very embarrassing for a while.

People often say that people who don't work hard to eat have problems in their thinking, but Gotham City has no shortage of people who are the first to eat crabs, people who stay where they are and wait to die, and there is no shortage of grasshoppers who are moved by the wind. Everyone was extremely negative about overthrowing Ye Xiao, because they all knew one thing - even if someone can kill Ye Xiao now, what should Gotham City do next?

It takes courage to stand against a man, but it takes madness to stand against the whole world.

The clown often acts crazy, but he is not really crazy.

So there's only one guy in the city trying to go that route.

——Night Owl.

Thomas Wayne Jr.

Rather than saying that the ruler of the city has love for it, the clown thinks it is more hatred, only hatred will not fade with time.Gotham and Night Owl are one. The former is like a malignant tumor that will never be cured on the latter. Whenever Thomas Wayne finds it an eyesore, he raises his blade with deep hatred from nowhere. As if not cutting your own flesh and blood——

Can those who dance with hopelessness really usher in the dawn?

Or we should all follow him to hell.

He squinted his eyes, looked at the owl standing under the light coiled like two dandelions in the rain and mist, waved to the attendants behind him, and said in a drawn out sweet voice: "The curtain opens, how can the important supporting roles Absent? Must let Mr. Wayne meet his faithful dog."

A man with his hands tied behind his back fell staggeringly from the crowd to the center of the circle as the members of the clown gang pushed him. The clown casually kicked his ass, and listening to the wailing of the other party, he said with a smile: "I It took a lot of money to get the Lincoln Road address out of this guy's mouth. It's useless after he asks it, should have settled it and got the money out of his asshole, but how can I not let the great night Will Xiao see his subordinates for the last time?"

"I have never told anyone else the address of 12 Lincoln Road." Ye Xiao said coldly, his eyes fell on the man kneeling on the ground with tears streaming down his face, "except... oh, I remembered." He mused A few seconds, "Half a month ago they planned to dig a new trade route in the North City area, and I vetoed the route plan to go through Lincoln Road to North Park."

The clown's smile widened slightly, and the man on the ground was beaten to the ground by the rain, and shouted loudly: "I didn't mean it! I really didn't mean it! It's him, it's the clown who threatened me, please, Ye Xiao, please You, don't kill me!"

He vaguely saw his former immediate boss squatting down, pinching his throat with wet, cold dark metal fingertips and forcefully lifting him off the ground.The suffocation made the man subconsciously struggle in his hands, but this soft force could not shake Ye Xiao at all.

"Just this piece of information shouldn't be enough to make you think of Lincoln Road, what else?"

The man rolled his eyes and didn't answer.

Ye Xiao punched him twice in the lower abdomen, and the blood and internal organs immediately overflowed from the captive's mouth.

"Ahem, I..." The traitor could only squeeze out his voice intermittently in order to survive in his hands, "I want to find a more convenient route... I also read the government's urban layout proposals in recent years... three years The previous government planned to add an aqueduct on the edge of Gerrard, which was later undertaken by Wayne Enterprises. But I found out that the underground aqueduct was not completed at all, and near Lincoln Road it is... err!"

"You are very good." Ye Xiao tightened his fingers and said thoughtfully, "I always thought that you should be a smart person, so I handed over most of the property to you. But it is really not wise to rely on the clown, or say The next time I deal with a traitor, it should be put on the TV channel for everyone to play on a loop, so as to have a warning effect?"

"Don't! Please don't do that," the man whimpered, and the clown said loudly through his cries, "There aren't many interesting TV shows!"

Ye Xiao sneered, threw the man at the clown's feet, and then drew a pistol from his waist and shot the traitor's ankle.

"Ahhh-"

Gunshots and screams formed a line, and crimson blood spread in the mud puddles of accumulated rain.

The clown shrugged: "It seems you don't like the homecoming gift I gave you, dear Mr. Owl."

He casually picked up the baseball bat beside him: "To express my apologies, let me deal with the guy you don't like on your behalf!"

He pursed the corners of his mouth, his green pupils were like inactive glass products, he raised his hands high and then smashed them down——

At this moment, the bat dart crossed an arc, went around the baseball bat and hit the clown's wrist, causing him to take a half step back and nearly fall, and the long stick slipped out of his hand uncontrollably.

The clown was stunned, the man on the ground squirmed and rolled to the side at the right moment, and Ye Xiao beside Batman was also stunned.

At the same time, there was a muffled noise inside the single-family apartment behind them—12 Lincoln Road, where the incident started—almost silently suppressed by the chaos in the garden outside.

And Ye Xiao heard it.His eyes flicked across the suddenly excited face of the clown, the embarrassed posture of the traitor in the grass, and paused for a moment when he glanced at Batman, and the goggles finally reflected the bright fire burning inside the safe house.

He turned and left without hesitation.

The clown laughed, out of breath, and bent down holding his trembling wrist.He looked at Batman with strange eyes, and then at Ye Xiao's back.

"Oh, you guys." He adjusted his bow tie in the bleak wind and rain, shaking his fingertips, and said, "No matter who you are, since he trusts you, you shouldn't stare at me now, but you should help him. Even if I beg you."

"What's the |explosive| thing in the safe house?"

"The latest model of scarecrow gas, here I would like to thank Eddie for his dedication to attract your attention." The clown replied, "One question is exchanged for one answer. When you were with him, did he mention it to you... ...um, Crime Alley?"

Batman didn't speak, he didn't go through the main entrance, and hung the chimney with the hook lock on the top of the chimney connected to the fireplace, obviously he didn't intend to continue to entangle with the clown in the same place.

The clown yelled at him: "Hey! I saw that you took the photo of Wayne's family in the safe house! Do you know how the Wayne couple and Bruce Wayne Jr. died?! Bang bang bang—— Two or three onomatopoeias of gunshots came out of the bright red lips, "Is it possible to know the answer to this riddle only if I let that old fellow Pennyworth be poisoned to the point of death?"

He responded with three bat darts.

The clown had been prepared to avoid it, and when he raised his head again, Batman had disappeared.

He blinked, raised his leather shoes and stepped on the wound on the captive's ankle.

"How should I say it?" The clown said to himself amidst the other party's heart-piercing screams, "I hope it's Pennyworth who came, but it's barely fruitful now."

Afterwards, he pulled the man's hair and lifted him up, and said kindly: "Then it's time for the two of us to get along. I'm different from Ye Xiao, I'm a democratic person. So which method do you prefer, play house? Throw A handkerchief? We don’t have any handkerchiefs, so let’s use your hand bones instead.”

The dying prisoner didn't answer, and the clown dragged his feet and hummed into the pouring rain.

The author has something to say:

The [-]-word chapter, it took a long time, I'm sorry, because I don't want to post it twice.

感谢在2021-07-2704:09:33~2021-07-3101:01:51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 who threw the grenade: ... 1;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmines: 4 for Ran Zijun; 1 for Chigua, Qindian, Kongqi, Mowangyu, Nini and Ertong, and [-] for Sedge Xiangfu;

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