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

I was playing live-action urban multiplayer parkour with the Joker when Speedmaster called me to attend the first Syndicate meeting.

The scene that night was like this:

It was no surprise that there was a downpour in Gotham City in the middle of the night.

The clown and I ran wildly on the gothic rooftops one after the other.

The propellers of several helicopters roared, and the pale searchlights patrolled back and forth.

Wearing a messy uniform, Richard, who sneaked out after me, was sweating on his forehead, his face was red from strenuous exercise, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and he looked very happy.

...Is this kid a bit in need of a beating?

As the only common sense person present, I seriously considered whether to educate the children first or get rid of clowns first.I do have plans to train Richard as an assistant, but the plan has not yet been implemented, which is no reason for him to sneak away behind my back.

He may have misunderstood how dangerous our urban superheroes are.

—Maybe superheroes in other places don't kill people, I'm not sure.Anyway, in Gotham, clowns not only kill people, but also pay attention to ritual and drama.

I don't want my newly acquired brother to be chopped into five pieces every minute and sent to me as a Christmas present.

But the clown is still behind. Now that I am beating children in public, will it have an impact on the physical and mental health of young people as they grow up?

Just when I was hesitating, a call from my new boss came in.

So the background music of this exciting night, in addition to helicopters, heavy rain, guns, and psychotic laughter of clowns, also included the nagging of Kryptonians.

I had to interrupt him: "I'm busy now."

"Then hurry up and get out of Metropolis within an hour, all of us are waiting for you." Chaoba said, "...wait, what's going on with you? You left Gotham to go to the battlefield ? Do I need to fly..."

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of Richard pricking up his ears, eavesdropping pretending not to care.

The clown also moved a little closer, grinning at the corner of his mouth, and said in a volume that happened to be heard by me: "Is this your new friend? Is this the reason why you abandoned me and this city? I'm so sad, Owl."

The other side of the phone must have heard it. The evidence is that Carl suddenly choked up in the middle of what he said just now.

I knew that no one could get used to the clown's style right away. Over the years, I have gradually adapted and lost the mood to complain, but it must have been very shocking to other people who saw the clown for the first time.

In the final analysis, my city's feng shui is too weird, as expected of you, Gotham.

The silence around my ears didn't last long, however.After losing his voice for a while, Chaoba spoke again, he wouldn't want to quarrel with the clown through my phone, would he?

Feeling that kind of scene, my scalp was numb, and I pressed the hang up button without hesitation.

Next to me Richard's eyes widened a little.

Young people, workers must have a bottom line, and they should not be too used to the boss.

Alfred finally arrived late in his car.Immediately I lifted Dick by the back collar and threw him off the tall building, and the old butler would catch him.

Then I stopped in the wind and rain, turned and confronted the clown.

In the pouring rain like the sky, I could barely see the appearance of the opponent.He was wearing a fuchsia suit, with a stack of playing cards in his chest pocket, and a white corsage pinned to the outside.

The rain beat his green hair into locks, and then meandered down his pale cheeks, like continuous tears.

The Joker doesn't look crazy at all these days.

His gaze was almost pitiful as he looked forward.

But I don't know what he's sympathizing with either.There are so many tragic things in this world that it is impossible to measure them all.

"Night Owl." He grinned and said, "You really shouldn't let that child participate in our games."

Dick didn't even scream when I threw him down without warning.

All I could hear was the familiar whine of human-mass objects falling through the air.

I said, "This has nothing to do with you."

The clown said: "He is not your lackey with dirty hands and blood. He is still a child, and he will be a good boy."

It's not his turn to say this.

I don't need him to tell me.

He looked at me self-consciously: "You don't want to do this, I know you don't want to."

There was some uncomfortable emotion in his tone, and a sudden anger rose in me.

what can you knowYou know the world is dirty and crazy?Did you know that you, me, and all of us are a bunch of fakes, beasts in human skin?

You have never seen the so-called true correctness, normality and justice, so how can you say you know it?

My hand under the cloak rests on the belt.

It was raining too much.

I want to be a killer.

The clown's next voice was drowned out by the heavy rain.

"...I can guess the truth, I can guess why you control Gotham."

His shoulders trembled, his head was raised up and he laughed wildly, and he was choked by the rainwater pouring into his nasal cavity and began to cough intermittently.His bright red lips twisted and curled, and finally settled into a comical smile.

"But you can't, you can't control everyone, you can't change everyone."

"This is the way the world is, Night Owl. You can only choose to embrace it, or stay away from it."

The clown said, "Don't let the one you love die for loving you again."

**

Carl heard footsteps.

A few seconds later, Ye Xiao pushed open the door of the conference room and made a crisp sound by turning his hand.

The members of the crime syndicate who were bored to pass the time all turned their heads to look at the past.

Johnny Quick and Atomic Girl were sweetly squeezed together in a chair, the latter sat on the man's shoulder, while the former crossed his legs and raised his chin at the new colleague who had just entered the door: "Look who it is You're here? Thanks to this beauty who showed up an hour late for an appointment, my morning's crime plans had to be put on hold, and you better be worth my dollar."

Verbal provocations went unanswered.The ruler of Gotham slams the door shut and looks around, the corners of his mouth pursed, his mask revealing a darker expression than the last time Carl saw him.Under the long table, Divine Power Ring and Ye Xiao looked at each other briefly, then shrank back into the backrest as if frightened.

Super Queen licked her lower lip.

There must be some discordant ideas going on in her mind, and Karl is hoping she won't be putting them into practice anytime soon.

Ye Xiao ignored their different gazes, walked straight to Karl's left, and sat down in the seat reserved for him opposite the Super Queen.At this time, it was not long before Chaoba was hung up. The rain he brought from Gotham was still wet, leaving a wet water mark on the expensive carpet along the cloak.

But Ye Xiao has not yet responded to Johnny Quick's previous questions.

He can't and shouldn't appear weak in front of this group of people, otherwise the jackal will focus on his weakness and wait for the opportunity - unless he is like the magic ring, the more fearful the more he can exert his strength.

Carl was thinking about this question when he heard Ye Xiao ask, "How much?"

He froze for a moment, not realizing what it meant.

Obviously, Ye Xiao's questioning subject, Johnny Quick, didn't respond even more.The Midtown criminal said dumbly, "Uh, what?"

Super Queen looked at Ye Xiao and then at Johnny, showing a look of wanting to smile.

"Let me ask you, how much is your morning plan worth?" Ye Xiao said without emotion, "I bought it."

Johnny and the Atomic Girl looked at each other.

Then the female villain, who was less than the size of an adult's palm, frowned and asked tangledly, "We're going to rob a bank, can you afford it?"

Carl: "..."

Super Queen was a little more mean, she laughed out loud: "Pfft... Sorry, I didn't mean it, you guys continue."

Johnny felt that Louise was laughing at him, and slapped the table angrily: "Hey, we're not kidding! Who will answer my question, who is this owl guy?"

Ye Xiao's tone remained unchanged: "I can buy the bank, it depends on which one you want."

……

Karl couldn't stand it anymore. The Super Queen's attitude of watching the excitement was too obvious. Most likely she wanted to fight these people so that she could pick out the one whose strength was more to her liking.But the problem is that Karl didn't come to watch his alliance play a group arena match today - the house temporarily expropriated for the meeting is located in the center of the metropolis, and the means of obtaining it are obviously not legitimate.

If it is destroyed by their own people, they will have to work hard to find a way to get another one.

However, Karl felt that it might not be as convenient and quick as Ye Xiao paid for the robbery by himself.

Capitalism is really cruel.

Johnny Express is a lesson learned from the past. The Kryptonians have learned their lesson and don't want to humiliate themselves at all.

Thank you, Johnny.

Carl explained kindly, "He does. He's, uh, very, very rich."

He used two different adjectives in a row, secretly conveying hints to Johnny Quick.

Super Queen also quietly stuffed a stack of materials under the table to the other party.

Johnny and Atomic Girl put their heads together and looked down for a while.

5 minutes passed.

No one spoke.

I don't know if it is counting the number of zeros in the capital chain.

……All right.

Death Storm, who had been keeping a low profile beside him, cleared his throat to break the silence, and asked, "I heard there are other members of Syndicate?"

"But the few people present are the core."

Super Queen replied with a big smile, "We are strong, so we deserve more."

**

The topic of today's meeting is to discuss the preliminary plan to conquer the earth.

I didn't report any hopes before I came, and the facts are as expected.The individual strength of this group of people far exceeds that of ordinary people, but each has its own flaws in personality.Super Queen is ruthless, advocating strength and extremely selfish; Super Queen is good at playing with people's hearts and likes to use treacherous and insidious means to plan; Johnny Quick is arrogant; Divine Power is weak and greedy; Death Storm lacks emotion; The guest's love is too abundant.

As for me, my purpose of joining them is not pure, and I am still in the observation period, so I can be regarded as half a fisherman.

Fortunately, the boss is not me, so I can sit in the meeting room and watch the exchange scene like a vegetable market leisurely.

And the second super queen who can make a difference is all focused on me.

Thank you, Carl.

But God has compassion, Ye Xiao doesn't.

Two hours later, the meeting ended without a problem.It's normal for the progress to be slow in the initial stage of running-in. Everyone looked resentful, but they didn't complain about Speedmaster's strength and face.

I estimate that such chaos will continue for some time, and it is impossible to form an alliance of complete mutual trust.In the end, we will probably be like allies, each with our own minds to grab benefits in different directions, weed out those forces that fall behind, and we must also guard against internal members turning against each other for various strange reasons.

That's the limit of villains.

We know what virtue we are, and we are accustomed to judge our companions with the greatest malice.

At the end of the meeting, I withdrew my divergent thoughts and got up as nonchalantly as every student who deserted in class, ready to go back to Gotham.Strange cities and unfamiliar colleagues I have only seen in the materials make me nervous, but the familiar environment is more helpful to relieve my mood stimulated by clowns.

But I couldn't make it.

Supermaster and Superqueen called me at the same time: "Ye Xiao, you stay/You wait a moment."

I stopped, my heart filled with reluctance.

Carl probably thinks that my paddling is too obvious today, and I can blame the clown.

As for Superqueen, she looks like she wants to ask me out for some kind of bed exercise.

Seriously, I thought she was having an affair with Speedmaster, and she hadn't even seen my face.

...Thinking about it carefully, this might be a triangle relationship.After all, this is the United States, not the world of comics.

I have no plans to develop an office romance.

However, Super Queen seems to be a person who will not stop until she achieves her goal.If I refuse, she might think like the domineering president in the novel: Man, you have my attention.

On the other side, Chaoba folded his arms expressionlessly, his blue eyes were like the sky on the Arctic glacier, and every Kryptonian cell was expressing his dissatisfaction.

I didn't plan to develop an office romance, but I did seem to be caught in an inexplicable Shura field.

And it’s the very complicated kind where you can’t find your own position.

I try to put it off: "I still have a lot of work to do."

I love my job, 997 makes me happy, let me go back to Gotham, I want to go back to Gotham.

"Don't be so boring." Super Queen came over and hugged my shoulders, she was undoubtedly a pretty woman, "Do you only deal with money and death?"

Carl was a little irritable: "We have to talk about business, Super Queen."

"Ye Xiao is someone you highly recommend."

"But I didn't ask you to go to bed with him today!"

My expression was numb: "Do you have any idea of ​​the amount of money I lost by wasting time standing here?"

Super Queen raised her eyebrows and took half a step back: "Forget it, Ye Xiao, you can just go and stay with this little boy, lest he cry because he lost the playmate he just got."

She and Speedmaster exchanged a kiss on the cheek.

Before leaving, he flirted with me in a coquettish manner.

The Kryptonians who were left behind were still angry, but there was nothing they could do.

And I stood where I was, without any worldly desires at all.

"Now you can talk about business, Chaoba."

I didn't go back to Gotham until daylight, and I was exhausted physically and mentally. After many years, I felt the bitterness of working overtime again.

This doesn't mean that Carl, the boss, has anything to lower the average level of the universe.

Although he has many shortcomings, he is relatively easy to get along with when dealing with people with unscrupulous attitudes like me.

I thought he would question my loyalty more, but he didn't, whether out of self-confidence or something else.

Skip the conversations where we probed each other, threatened each other, and mocked each other, and then ignored the crisis moment when we almost fought again, and distilled and summed up the central idea, that is, I was promoted.

In this alliance of criminals, I have obtained the position of commander-in-chief of setting goals, arranging plans, and dispatching troops.

Having said that, I haven't been able to direct that group of colleagues who act without scruples smoothly from now on.In our alliance, interpersonal communication is pure and cold, and there is only the relationship between oppression and oppression, domination and domination, just like a pack of wolves, each member has to compete for his own position through the law of the jungle.

What Speedmaster releases is a kind of authority.

He doesn't necessarily trust me as a person, but he trusts my ability...or he is very self-aware that he is not good at certain aspects, so he decided to let him be the behind-the-scenes president and thug, and I will be the CEO.

Truth be told, I saw my workload spiraling upwards.

But it's not without benefits.

It speeds up my time to actual power.

And as long as I hold the reins of Syndicate, I can climb higher and see farther.

—The Joker is at least a little right.

This is the way the world is.

I don't want to choose either a life of humiliation or a desperate destruction.

I must quit.

Three years after the Syndicate was formed, I met Lex Luthor.

As far as I know, he's also working on parallel universes.

The author has something to say:

Mr. Xiao was stimulated by the clown's words, and felt that he didn't care, at least he should provide Dick with a brighter future route, so he devoted himself to working overtime to get promoted and increase his investment in exploring the parallel universe.

But who would have guessed that Batman is actually my brother.jpg

Unexpectedly, I updated again!It's a plus that has over a hundred comments in a single chapter~

In addition, for Luthor, I took the fusion settings of the old animation and the new 52 comics to serve the plot.

Again ps: The author and reunion lovers, this article is healing, the characters that should be alive are all alive, don't worry.

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