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

First, let's take a look at what happened recently.

The news of the anti-surveillance is controlled within the Syndicate and among high-level government officials, and the world situation is still very stable.The Justice League went on a point-to-point offensive, trying to minimize casualties.The rebel army occupied the GCPD, and parts of Gotham were temporarily paralyzed, but the scope of the chaos did not continue to expand.

At eight o'clock in the afternoon, I received news that an unknown team had broken into Gotham.After the syndicate is temporarily suppressed, my enemies can only choose between the honest Gotham Rebels and the Justice League.

I lean towards the former.Because before that Batman took my butler and came to me this Alfred, he was really, really special.I ate his meal the day I first arrived, and then he was like an overly polite roommate of mine—I mean he won’t interfere with your daily life, but every time you go to bed, wash your clothes, go downstairs to eat or do some R18 During night operations, you can see him logically and get asked if he needs help.

At first, even though he repeatedly emphasized to me that he has rich experience in fighting caped fighters, and would not disclose my arrangement to Batman-I can check this myself-I still firmly refused for various reasons. He, completely fixed our relationship on the roommate.

Then I found out that Batman took my butler with great deliberation. He must have understood what it feels like to suddenly lose a trustworthy right and left hand.

Human energy is limited, and so are paper people.Given my current complex position, finding a trusted lieutenant is difficult, and what I need most at this point is not my own emotions, but the efficiency of implementing the plan.

—and so over time, we went from sharing a roommate to a cooperative criminal relationship, both logically and bizarrely.

I heard that Alfred in the main universe once served in MI[-], and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is good at playing support.I haven't seen Batman-related works, but judging from his identity, his appearance rate will not be too low, and he is a positive figure who has been stamped and confirmed like Zhenglian Chaoying.So that every time I subconsciously use the way of ordering outsiders to throw some leftover work to him for help, I always feel that there are big problems everywhere.

"You don't have to worry about my thoughts. At my age, being well-informed may be the only advantage."

He said that when we first worked together, and he has been silent since then.There is a very clear sense of distance between us, I think it is more because he sensed my discomfort.

In fact, he didn't act very close.

My discomfort is my problem.

So this evening, I sent him away from Wayne Manor as soon as the hour passed, and decided to degenerate back from the cooperative criminal relationship, not even retaining the status of a shared roommate.Alfred didn't insist. He looked at the building behind him for the last time, looking worried and a little bit regretful.

Halfway through the journey, Wayne Manor became history in the explosion, and the burning flames and thick smoke could be seen in a small half of the city, and Alfred was no exception.

I sent him to my other safe house and he should be able to contact Batman himself.

If you ask me, it is unnecessary for him to travel all the way to such a place just to see me.When I was in the main universe, I heard that Thomas Wayne Jr. died shortly after he was born in that world. Even the housekeeper who has been serving the Wayne family, it is impossible to have any deep feelings for a newborn child.

He kept silent on the road, as we are used to getting along with each other, even when Wayne Manor turned to dust.But as I got out of the car, I heard him say, "It's impressive how you said goodbye to the past."

I nodded at him, not wanting to say anything.This is the only positive conversation we have tonight.

The property of the manor was not specially arranged there.

People with my identity and status, if they want to sleep well at night, they must always have the last resort. Only when they are more ruthless than the enemy, or even the enemy's enemy, will they think a little bit before betraying as a result of.

It's just that the option of blowing up the hometown is unusual after all, even here.

Many people have similar preparations, but they don't have the courage to really ignite the fuse and waste their years of hard work.Wayne Manor is not an ordinary building. It represents my indestructible dominance in Gotham. When I blow it up with my own hands, others will inevitably feel that I have reached the end of my rope.

Actually I don't.

I shot traitors, I shot innocents, I killed Gotham, I blew up Wayne Manor...it's all one thing to me.I've been entrenched in the middle of the city like a monster for years, and no one can beat me, not the Joker, not Batman.Only I can raise the blade, point it at the abscess in Gotham, cut it down with a part of me, and watch her slowly heal with me.

It's the same this time.Day after day, yesterday becomes today as quickly as today becomes yesterday.It's no different than every time in the past.

At 11:30, I was told that the intruders in Wayne Manor were taken away alive or dead.

"Do you want to replace the gun?" they asked, describing to me the appearance of the members of the rescue team.

A question mark slowly popped up in my mind, and I felt that these two dynamic duo who violated Gotham's curfew and trespassed on private land sounded familiar.One of them may be Nightwing, we met in Wayne Manor in another universe, I forgot to ask the steward of the main universe before, I still don't know why he went out to do it alone.

As for the other, unlike Robin, and unlike Timothy Drake I've seen, Batman is not going to have a fourth child, right?

…I used to think that I was only slightly deficient in social interaction, and now I am suddenly not sure by comparison.Maybe letting Richard go to the main universe is quite the right decision.

"No, stop them on the north shore of Miller Bay." I said, "cut off the power supply in the old city, block the bridge across the river, and notify the people in the GCPD now that I will see the body of the person in charge within three hours, otherwise every delay In half an hour, they'd lose a companion stranded on the North Shore."

In the middle of the night, I received another piece of information, mentioning the issue I was very concerned about-it was said that this afternoon, the Joker found a loophole in the army's defense and crossed the border of Gotham to meet with Speedmaster.I heard Bane was the organizer of the Suicide Squad, but he and the Joker were not in the team that broke into Wayne Manor. I thought they would at least stay in Gotham, but one of them actually went to Metropolis.

Carl's temper is not as good as mine, and I'm not sure if the Joker will die at the hands of the Kryptonians for a while.However, the news of his death has never been heard. At this time, I hope that Karl will act more simply.

The fact that the Joker is alive is a hindrance to me.

I thought about saying hello to the Syndicate, and then I ran into Batman on the way.

It was about two o'clock in the morning, and everything was still, and the smell of gunpowder came from the north along the road we walked side by side.Alfred was not able to delay him for too long, which meant that he did have a lot of helpers.

It was a vaguely gratifying thing to me some time ago, when it turns out that what a person likes usually gets him in trouble, like procrastination, psychotropics, and Batman.

In the gloom between dawn and dusk, I had a strong premonition that the end was coming, so I said to him: "You don't have much time left. Even I can't reach every corner of the earth. You can bring Take whoever you want, and save whoever you think is worth saving. Even so, are you going to waste your time on pointless fights with me?"

"Bruce."

He answered irrelevantly: "You never called me by my name while I was in the Batman suit. It made you feel like there was a disconnect between reality and memory—and now they're starting to merge, aren't they?"

I'm at a loss for words for a moment, not wanting to admit that a slit has been opened in my memory since the day the scarecrow was gassed.I looked at the other side of the world along this gap, my mind was dizzy, my five senses were confused, and I often wondered if I was still in a dream, until I shot that shot in front of Batman on the cliff of Crimson Cape.I fell downward, the weightlessness keeping me awake.

"you failed."

The blood in the chest surged up to the brain, I laughed, and said to him unrelated content, "Gotham South Bank lasts for another six or seven hours at most, and then someone—whoever it is, it may be us even People whose names have never been heard-raised weapons out of fear, and chose to perish to those around them or to themselves. In the end, this city still belongs to me."

With no expression on his face, he said to himself: "I was in a car accident when I was four years old. But I don't have any memory of the accident. I don't even remember my mother's second pregnancy, and I once had one." Brother. The Court of Owls took my father's children in order to threaten him, and Thomas Wayne Jr. is only in our world for a few days."

"You help the clown out of town, do you think he can persuade Carl? Superman is not Superman, Batman, he is different from you."

"My memories of Thomas Wayne come from you, just as most of your memories of Bruce Wayne as an adult come from me."

"Carl is not good at self-denial, whether it is his perception of others or his perception of himself. Even if he starts to question my motives, he will put the interrogation after the duel with the Anti-Monitor - he firmly believes that he Being able to win is the exact opposite of you and me."

"The night my parents died I knelt on the ground and swore, 'Fight crime for the rest of my life, avenge their deaths until I die'. I am strong by fear and I live by that oath ——I can only go on like this, and you and I happen to be the same."

"..."

"But sometimes ... sometimes I think, we all have another choice," Bruce said.

The boiling blood finally calmed down, I took a deep breath, and felt the morning breeze that cleared the smoke in the silence, but the dawn did not usher in Gotham City.

It's raining.

**

Batman sensed the coldness.

From all directions, the breath of the end.

He couldn't help but look away, and turned his head to stare at the black horizon, as if something invincible was sweeping under that smooth arc.Then he realized that Night Owl was holding his breath at the same time, the smile under the owl's mask widened a little, and then he turned his head and looked into the distance.

"Thank you, Bruce. I would like to express my gratitude for this unique attempt at your method tonight."

"But it's too late," he said softly, "he's here."

The author has something to say:

Brother posting, you can continue posting (?) in the next chapter, okay.

I didn't mean to stop here, I really didn't finish it... Try to write that plot tomorrow (if I can finish it), I love you, woo.

PS: The previous master wanted to prevent the owl from killing the traitor because it was entirely for the good of Mr. Xiao. It can be said that the plot derailed all the way to be and started from around chapter [-]. If Mr. Xiao didn't do anything, there might be a normalend, but it's okay, it should be killed to kill.

PS: It's really he.

感谢在2022-01-1301:24:55~2022-01-1503:14:14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 cast the rocket launcher: ..., maiori1;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: crescent-colored bamboo leaves, 1 apple block;

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 3 maiori;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：gswyl、猫爪30瓶；亓官墨16瓶；晓之鼬、人生赢家、Molpus、金角大王、阿九、魔王雨、笑娴笑、秋沐妗10瓶；逆、天蝎座的女孩1、寒蝉、白衣苍狗5瓶；幽一默、51706106、独蜀无哀、球球、常星1瓶；

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