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

——I knew that when my multiple opponents appeared collectively, things would definitely not be that simple.

This complaint is purely an afterthought, and it is too late to say now.I think I still have to reflect on what caused the rollover?

First of all, the betrayal of my subordinates is my mismanagement.Although I was not in Gotham at the time, this was all an excuse. The clown will find a loophole sooner or later. The next time the location should be more remote, you can’t just build illegal buildings in the city just because you like it.It is well known that Gotham’s underground has been hollowed out by generations of people. I acquiesce that it is a garbage dump and continue to add bricks and tiles to it. It still needs to be denied.

But other than this, after thinking about it over and over again, I still feel that there is more of a coincidence.

If I hadn't come back today, I wouldn't have let Bruce go to the safe house.If he hadn't gone to the safe house, Dick wouldn't have been sent to fetch the man.If the two of them were not there, the clown's trap would at most trap me alone, and it would be more likely that I would discover it in advance and clean it up with the house.

It's still the same old saying, people are unlucky, I drink cold water, and my teeth hurt from the ice.

Wayne Manor is the main place for hospitality, and unlike Batman, I also have a Batcave, so important items that I don't want to see people have to move out.I was annoyed when I saw the seaside villa, which was basically vacant all year round. I used this safe house as a warehouse. Anyway, the chance of being exposed is not high... I used to think so.

It's embarrassing now.

It is to the extent that they need to move out of Gotham overnight.

We do not have many exchanges with aliens on the earth, and we lag behind our compatriots in the main universe in all aspects of development. I don’t know if there is any planet in the universe suitable for human survival besides the earth. I am still young, and I can move farther away. Next time If you have the opportunity to see the Justice League again, you can consult related business.

Then again, I once wanted to kill Alfred because he knew my black history.

Now the number of objects I therefore need to address is increasing exponentially.

Yet I couldn't even actually act on it.In fact, I stood still for at least 10 minutes, which was confirmed by my mechanical watch that continued to run after the explosion in the occasional lucid interval.

In my perception, time has passed a long time.

This has to mention the Scarecrow and his poisonous gas.

The Scarecrow is a very good psychologist and chemist.In our world, everyone is tirelessly studying the crime business. The more advanced the mind, the more imaginative the characters at the top of the pyramid. I often feel their persistence in developing new shortcuts.As for the Scarecrow, he didn't think about how to sell his poisonous gas to earn a sum of money for retirement. Most of his energy was devoted to fighting Gotham's ruling forces, which could barely be regarded as a clean stream.

Next, when it comes to poison gas, it is known that hallucinogens are roughly divided into phenalkamines and indole amines according to their chemical structures, which can easily cause psychological effects such as mental disorder and body image disorder, and produce false hallucinations.In short, the hallucinations caused by hallucinogens do not depend on the objective content seen or heard, but exist in the brain, which may lead to emotional instability, loss of self-control, and loss of sense of time.

And because I was the person who was poisoned, whether it was emotional instability or loss of self-control, it was very dangerous to the people around me.

Richard Grayson is still with me, I need...Richard?

I blinked at the name I had written on the paper.

The blurred-faced colleague next to me bumped into me with his elbow and said in a low voice, "The supervisor is staring at you. Why are you in a daze when he talks?"

I found myself, ballpoint pen in hand, sketching on scratch paper, the last word being 'Richard Grayson' in English letters.

Ahead was an empty and spacious conference room. A middle-aged man with a blank face stood in front of the big screen and chattered, his voice was sometimes clear and sometimes inaudible.

I looked at the people around me again, and I always felt that he was an acquaintance, and our relationship should be good, but I couldn't even remember his name.

"Don't look at me." He kicked me, "Look forward, look forward, why do you dare to fish in the fair just after joining the company? What is written in this note, a foreign name?"

During the conversation, after speaking on the stage, everyone stood up and left one after another. I also stood up with the crowd, and looked at the cheap suit on my body in a daze.This time, my colleague approached me openly and read: "Richard Grayson... have you started reading superhero comics recently?"

"What?" I asked.

"Dick," said the co-worker, "it's the character in the Batman comics."

I said, "I don't read American comics, and neither do you."

The colleague replied: "Yes, so I know these two people, as well as Zhenglian and Avengers."

He walked in front and led me, and we walked downstairs along the company's tortuous and sometimes broken roads, and everyone turned a blind eye to the abnormalities around us.When I passed the window, I glanced at the ground. The familiar and unfamiliar streets were full of traffic, and the asphalt road stretched into the distance, and finally disappeared gradually, as if we were living on an island floating in the void.

I realized in an instant that my colleague said that he knew about comic characters and Zhenglian because I learned about them in the main universe.This is an illusion constructed by my memory combined with my cognition. As for what I can't remember clearly, I can only fill it with distortion or a blank.

But who am I?

—What was I thinking of just now?

"■■," my colleague casually called a two- or three-character Chinese name, which flew past my ears without leaving any trace, "Are you going on a date with your girlfriend at night or going home for dinner?"

"..."

"■■?"

"Sorry." I said slowly, "I should be going home."

My colleague gave me a weird look: "Why do you speak in such a strange tone?"

"what happened?"

"I can't tell." The colleague rubbed his chin with a puzzled face, "I just feel that you are different from before. For example, you never lost your mind during meetings before?"

While he was talking, I stroked the inside of my knuckles, where there was a layer of calluses that didn't look like writing.

I answered him absent-mindedly: "People always change."

"You... have you encountered any difficulties recently?"

I've finished checking my hands.The glass in the company does not reflect light. I wanted to touch my cheeks to feel what I looked like, but it was a bit strange to do this in public. I restrained my movements and turned to look at him: "Why do you ask?"

"I do not know."

The colleague sighed, "If you encounter something, you must tell me. I'm just a brother like you. Don't hide and feel embarrassed. Who is not in a little bit of embarrassment? Let's help each other to overcome difficulties. If If you change into something else quietly, our relationship will be far away."

"I'm going to the bathroom, are you coming?"

There is a mirror in the bathroom, and I immediately agreed: "Let's go."

"Why do you talk so little today? Where's your spirit of complaining?"

I didn't answer.I also vaguely feel that I should be a talkative person, but now I can't hold back half a sentence, so I can't just say it?

In my one-sided silence, we walked down the corridor to the men's room around the corner.I stood in front of the mirror and looked at myself while my co-workers were solving personal problems.

Unexpected or expected - a face with black hair and blue eyes, with obvious European and American features was reflected in the plane mirror.I calmly looked at myself in the mirror, and gradually, he showed a sarcastic expression, and said with his mouth: Is this what you want?

My fingertips hanging on the sides of my legs twitched unnaturally, a bit like I had the illusion that I had stepped on the ground in my sleep, and my heart was a little inexplicably terrified.

The voice of my colleague interrupted my divergent thoughts.He came over and complained: "Even if you are handsome, you still can't get tired of looking at this face every day. Let's go, I'm going to your house for dinner today, what do uncles and aunts eat?"

I want to ask him what do you think of me?The question slipped to my lips and felt dull.

Many times I want to say something, but find it boring.Saying that nothing can be changed, and other people's understanding is limited, it is better to keep your mouth shut and do what you should do.

The experience on the way home was equally lackluster.[-]% of the people on the street had blurred faces, and I was too lazy to identify them one by one. I just followed my colleagues and turned left and right.He probably knew where my home was, but I couldn't remember it myself, so the roads I walked were all like a maze, and there was nothing special about it except that the house at the exit was defined as 'home'.

We stopped in front of the rusted security door.

My colleague wanted to call the door. I looked at the door that seemed more real than other things, my heart beat faster, and I grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

"Hiss—" he gasped, "You are too strong, what are you doing? You don't want to enter the house? Did you quarrel with your family?"

"No, my father and mother never fought with me." I said, "What did you call me?"

"Ah," he said jokingly, "you're sick, what's the point?"

I asked him, "Who is Thomas Wayne then?"

"..."

I looked down at my hands, how suitable are these hands for holding sharp weapons?

Thinking of this, I realized that I was holding an owl-shaped dart under my fingertip.

I threw it out casually, and watched this beautifully crafted gadget spun gracefully in the air, and finally the corner of the wing was precisely inserted into the peephole of the security door in front.

When I lowered my head again, my fingers were covered with gray-black armor, and the metal reflected cold and sharp light.

I couldn't help laughing, and asked him again: "Have you ever seen someone dressed like this? What script can I get in the comics?"

"..."

He still didn't speak, so I finally said, "You should call me Ye Xiao."

"..."

"..."

"■■." He was still persistently calling the name I can't remember, and begged me, "Why? Can't you talk about it? Aren't we friends? We got along well yesterday, as long as you Just pretend nothing happened and we can go home."

"You said it was the world of manga, so there is no reason to go back? Here you have everything you want, the sky is falling, you are a tall man, no matter how you live, you will live your whole life, isn't it easier than in Gotham? "

I said, "I'm Thomas Wayne."

He looked at me in astonishment.

"I'm Night Owl."

Sometimes I wonder if it would be easier if I didn't take this memory with me when I traveled through time, but now that things have come to this point, I might as well admit that the 20 or so and 30 years I have lived as Thomas Wayne are far more than I used to be. It has come richly; and when I have struggled so hard to live to this day, it has paid off far more than my meager efforts in the past.Therefore, no matter whether I am willing or not subjectively, I now identify with the identity of Ye Xiao and not others.

In the sad eyes of my colleagues, I made a summary in a slow tone: "Everyone changes every moment, and no one can stay in the past."

I'm no longer who I used to be.

Rather than saying that my former friends and I are drifting away, in fact, this place has long been an utopia that would never appear in my dreams.

"You said you wanted to meet my parents," I said politely. "I wouldn't advise you to do that. Their friendliness is pretty limited."

My friend, my brother, be quiet.

Now he looked like someone else.

I know this is still my hallucination, Bruce Wayne is standing in front of me wearing the cape of Batman, like the black reef under the manor that is beaten by the waves, like a lighthouse standing on the ocean, or like I am standing in front of me. The eternal tombstone in the yard.Such a silent figure seemed to assure me that we would be saved forever.Human life goes on and on until, one day, everything is perfect*.

I pushed open the security door in front of me.

I knew that the ghosts of the Waynes, briefly returned from hell, were waiting for me there.I stepped on such a battlefield time and time again and took it for granted, seeing it as part of my daily life, holding a gun and waiting for the moment when the trigger was pulled.

"boom--"

Then I can enjoy a moment of peace amidst the aftertaste of fear.

**

"How did you deal with this kind of situation before?" I couldn't help asking him when I woke up and found myself in a mess with Batman without any surprise. "I mean fear gas."

Then I realized he was also a robin guy, and that was fine.

He let go of my hand, and I stopped fighting back, and we were separated by a suitable social distance, so I thought about what was stored in this house, and what Batman might have heard and seen.

I:"……"

I faintly felt emotional, and blamed it on the scarecrow gas, tried to control it for a while, and asked, "Has Alfred been here?"

"Yes." Bruce didn't relax when he spoke, probably because he noticed that I was not in the right state, or he knew the aftereffects of hallucinogens very well, "He took Dick away first, and said that he would decide what to do with the safe house after you woke up. "

My temples thump. "There's nothing to deal with. Someone's going to pay for it."

I'm putting it lightly, but Batman won't get me wrong, he's stern and doesn't say anything.

I was also trying my best to relieve the tension caused by the drugs, and the two of us stood silently for a while in this half-destroyed house.A few minutes later, I noticed that the tape recorder in the debris pile beside me showed signs of being turned on. Batman said at the right time: "The Riddler has heard this tape." He disagreed, "It's not suitable for you to overuse your brain now."

"It depends on the criteria of 'excessive'." I looked at the tape with a badly worn plastic casing. "Nigma must be particularly interested to know how I got this recording."

"..."

Me: "Are you not interested?"

Batman: "You started working with Alfred then?"

We spoke almost simultaneously.

"I thought it wasn't 'cooperation' in most people's eyes, but 'collusion'... Yes, that's right, the Waynes spent less time at home before I was four years old, and Alfred was the only one who took care of me People. So when I said I wanted to tape my conversation with my parents, he said yes."

"He knows what your parents are like," Bruce said with a little exasperation, "and he knew you didn't. But he said yes anyway—outsiders aren't loyal to your parents or you .”

I smiled and said: "Yes, he was not loyal to anyone in our family at that time. He and the Wayne couple each got what they needed, and chose what he liked to do. This kind of person is very common here... What did you just say? Oh, with his help, I made two recordings, my mother only destroyed one of them. It was also his suggestion to prepare two copies. I should have realized it was wrong at the time, but I was a little lacking at the time Sensitive|sensitivity."

"..."

"Later this recording became one of the bargaining chips that I threatened him to cooperate with me. I told him that if he didn't listen to me, I would pass this recording to the Waynes as evidence of his betrayal. They must trust their son a lot. The housekeeper, plus other bits and pieces, and finally Alfred agreed to plan the operation in Crime Alley with me."

"..."

When I said this, I thought I could tell this old story in one go, but it turned out that I still overestimated myself.I would rather think about how much manpower and material resources it will take to move to the second habitable planet in the universe, and I don't want to continue this topic.

Instead, Bruce said, "Is this the time?"

He gestured to me for Alfred's pocket watch in my collection.

I looked at it in amazement, and almost couldn't remember when it was released, but the time point above was enough to be unforgettable: "Yes."

It would be nice to be in a noisy place at this time, so that it won't make it too dull when none of us are talking.

"...I shot my mother the first time," I continued. "She was lying in a pool of blood, and I remember her favorite pearl necklace was scattered on the floor. My father was too terrified to respond. , I should have done it quickly at that time, but I..." I took a breath and let it out calmly, letting the delayed hallucinations in front of my eyes fade away, "I was inexperienced when I was eight years old--killing experience."

"Okay." Batman said decisively, "The next thing can be discussed later, let's go back to Wayne Manor first."

"Bruce... I didn't keep my eye on my brother, he rushed forward, trying to stop me." I ignored him, and said with the corners of my mouth upturned, "How can there be any reason for the bullets that leave the gun to be retracted? This shot is still aimed very well, I have no experience, but fortunately I am still talented, so I can survive in the hands of my parents."

"Since then, I have learned a lesson. The person who deserves to be killed cannot stay for even half a second."

I said to Batman, "I'm going to find the Joker. I have a score to settle with him and my dog."

The author has something to say:

I wrote too much and wrote too much, I would have known that it would be divided into two chapters () and I would not be late.

感谢在2021-08-0603:38:16~2021-08-0804:24:37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: Chen Xi, Mr. Mo who did not want to be named;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 540064733; batman is watching you, 1 devil rain;

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