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

"Batman, have you found the man just now, do you need support?"

On the watchtower, Cyborg, who was on duty today, asked the communication station, "Superman is not on Earth right now, Flash is at work, but Heroine said she has time."

"No." Gotham City, Batman concentrated on driving.Robin Damian poked his head out beside him to look at the target, his fingers kept opening and closing on the handle of the knife, looking very excited, and only parted a sliver of attention to listen to the conversation between his father and the alliance members, "I can handle it."

"So you've already fought?"

This efficiency is too high... The steel skeleton who has lost the other party's location since the unknown person landed in the urban area couldn't help but muttered in his heart, "Okay, pay attention to safety and contact in time."

Turning off the communicator, Batman glanced at Robin: "What do you see?"

"Isn't he really Batman from a parallel universe?" Damian said, "The style of dressing and the way of acting are similar."

"He's not." Bruce replied affirmatively. They had been in contact with parallel universes before, but this time they were new faces. After a while, I said, "Desperados."

But what he said only made the boy more eager to try.

The next moment, the target in front looked back at them, took something from his waist and threw it back.

Batman turned the steering wheel sharply, the Batmobile tires and the ground sparked and drifted to the other side of the road, then leaned 45 degrees and climbed up the nearby building, passing the impact of the grenade explosion.

They rushed into the air and landed again. The vehicle bumped twice and continued to move forward at high speed.

"Tsk." Damian said, "'Desperado', you can tell."

"He is very familiar with Gotham." While speaking, the target shifted into a small road where vehicles could not travel. Bruce stepped on the accelerator and planned to take a shortcut from the outside to block the opponent. "Prophet, have we encountered such an opponent?"

"I'm checking." Barbara Gordon replied in the communication, "but there are very few pictures of Mr. Owl entering the surveillance. Maybe I haven't seen it as clearly as you at the scene."

The man affectionately called Mr. Owl by the Prophet was not as fast as the vehicle.They finally met again at the exit of the alley. At this time, it was too late to turn their heads. The other party quickly looked at the Batmobile that was charging straight ahead without any intention of slowing down. At a critical moment, it used a hook with a limited length to catch it The building's external fire escape exit, jumped up to avoid the front of the car with a slight difference, and then fell heavily on the roof of the Batmobile.

- There are special devices on the sides of the Batmobile that will only bounce people away without actually killing them, but the owl obviously doesn't know this.

He didn't even know that Batman didn't kill people, he was much more cautious and simple than those 'old friends' in Arkham.

The mission target rolled a few times on the roof, stopped at the edge and bent down, firmly clasping the roof with his fingers.Damian listened to the movement, turned his head and gave Batman a look, and Bruce nodded to him.

So Damian opened the car window, turned over deftly, and at the same time, the unsheathed blade cut a sharp arc.

The owl cradles the sharp weapon with one arm and sweeps with its legs.When he turned around, he focused his oval goggles on Robin's mask-covered face, which was still immature, and was less than half his height, and said for the first time, "Kid?"

"Prophet." Bruce, who was still driving towards the open space at high speed, said immediately, "Capture the voiceprint."

"I'm doing comparisons, but nothing comes out yet."

"And you will be defeated by the 'children'." Robin pounced on him, pointing the knife at the stranger's throat.

The owl glanced at the opponent coldly, bowed its waist and retreated. When passing by a dimly lit bridge hole, it repeated its old tricks. It put a timed bomb on the roof of the car, and then pulled the supporting beam with its claws to jump. rise.

Robin tugged on his cloak and rushed into the air with him.

The bomb left on the roof of the Batmobile made a muffled sound.

Five or six seconds later, they walked through the bridge hole to Adams Pier on the south side of Gotham, near an abandoned factory area.The Batmobile, which was forced to turn into an open top, made a huge circle at the rear, turned around and stopped, and Bruce then jumped up and rushed towards the two fighting people.

"You made a bad decision, Owl." Damian sneered, "This is Batman's favorite car."

"Night owl." The man whispered.

He didn't answer other questions, silently glanced at the bat that seemed to have been bandaged and was now moving freely, and suddenly stopped holding his hand.

He firmly grasped Robin's blade with one gloved hand, pulling it toward him.Damian was caught off guard and staggered a step, kneeling against the enemy's lower body.Ye Xiao grasped his ankles, raised his leg and slammed Damian's wrists twice, knocking his weapon into the air, then pressed his palms on the back of his head and wrapped his neck around his neck, and pulled out a dagger from his boot with the other hand. Half the domino mask off Robin's face.

Then he lowered his head, stared at the boy's cheeks flushed with anger, and suddenly froze in place.

Bruce punched at this moment, and the electric shock device made the opponent twitch silently, and Damian was thrown down involuntarily.Batman pulled him in front of him, and punched him mercilessly again, this time hitting the enemy's lower abdomen.

The night owl flew upside down and hit the wall of the factory building, letting out a muffled cough or two in the dust.

Then he fell to the ground, rolled sideways to avoid the batarang and struggled to get up, with his forearms crossed against Batman's attack.After parrying more than a dozen times, he took Bruce down with a naked choke, but the arm that was supposed to lock the carotid artery stopped for a moment.Bruce did not advance but retreated, and the two stumbled backwards, and it was almost impossible to tell the winner in a short time.After a moment of stalemate, the balance of victory and defeat began to tilt towards Bruce. Ye Xiao retracted his arms as if exhausted, and hit his back against the wall again under the action of inertia.

Bruce whirled around to grab his head, pulling and pushing hard with his arms.

"Bang" sound.

Ye Xiao loosened his limbs, and the blood from the wound on the back of the head flowed out from the gap between the mask and the cheek when the man leaned over.

Bruce still didn't dare to relax. He pressed his knees against the opponent's chest, put his fingers on his throat, and asked threateningly, "Who are you?!"

He saw his reflection in Ye Xiao's goggles, but he couldn't see the other person's appearance through the mask.

The man coughed intermittently, and took hold of the wrists of Bruce's hand holding his neck, and the two wrestled again, while he gasped and said, "Are you going to kill me?"

Batman's arm muscles tensed, and the force continued.

"If necessary."

He lied.

A sound like laughter came out of Ye Xiao's mouth, he tilted his head and looked in Damian's direction.The boy seemed more than willing to kill him instead of his father.

"Then what are you waiting for... Wayne?"

He mumbled the last name, and his grip on Batman's wrist loosened.Bruce was almost confused by him—almost, he thought Ye Xiao had really given up.But in the next moment, his ankle was swept by the right leg of the person under him, and he had to let go of one hand to support the ground to prevent himself from falling.

Ye Xiao turned around and tapped on the ground like a cheetah, and rushed out of his shackles.

They went back to confronting each other.

And each other knows that the other party doesn't have much physical strength left.

Robin slowly raised the knife in his hand to his cheek, and said calmly, "Don't be so arrogant, Owl."

Bruce's heart tightened, knowing that he had been stimulated to the fierceness inherited from Thalia.

Ye Xiao took a step back.

"I was very impressed with your orientation," he said, "but I have a lot of things to do, so I won't be here."

The sun was about to set, he nodded politely: "Good night."

Then it melted into the shadows under the gaze of the remaining two.

Damian turned his head: "Do you want to chase, father?"

"Don't worry." Bruce straightened his back and pressed his shoulder reassuringly, feeling the boy relax slowly, "Let's go back to the Batcave first, see what he's going to do, and wait for the results of the prophet's investigation."

**

"I didn't expect you to have such a thrilling day." Alfred helped Bruce re-bandage the wound, "How does it feel to work for more than thirty hours in a row?"

"What?" Bruce's eyes were focused on the computer screen, and he didn't hear the butler's words clearly.

"I said—oh, forget it." The blood-stained tweezers were put back on the tray, and Alfred clapped his hands, "Okay, sir, is the wound better now?"

"It's much better, thank you, Afu... Where is the night owl's destination, the city library?"

"If he's really as familiar with Gotham as you say, then it's not the closest route, unless he's going somewhere else first."

Barbara moved the mouse quickly, and countless surveillance images flashed in front of her. Ye Yi came with her, with her arms folded on the back of the wheelchair.

"Let me see what's on that street..." Dick Grayson stroked his chin. "Is there a tailor near University City?"

Barbara froze for a moment, then turned on the monitor on the opposite door of the tailor shop to adjust the time, and sure enough, she found a dark corner of the clothes in the corner.

Alfred raised his eyebrows: "I have to say, this gentleman has good taste."

"The rich man insists." Dick rolled his eyes, "but we still can't see his face."

The man who walked out of the tailor shop put on a black suit, a coat of the same color, and a wide-brimmed hat on his head.He lowered the brim of his hat just enough to avoid the surveillance cameras.

"Then he did go to the library."

"There are nearly ten years of newspapers and the latest version of modern history there." Bruce said, "If he comes from a parallel universe and wants to know the difference between the two worlds, he can only learn about history. And he doesn't trust the Internet, he Guess our side has the ability to track him down."

Ye Yi asked, "Who the hell is this guy? Does he know who you are, Bruce?"

Batman shook his head cautiously: "I'm not sure."

At that time, Ye Xiao only called out his last name.

And Mr. Owl can tell that Robin's surname is Wayne from Robin's appearance, but he doesn't necessarily know that Damian is Bruce's son.But he should have guessed, that's why he used that short, general title.

After all, there were two Waynes present at the time, and theoretically the full names should be used to distinguish them.

Nightwing let out a breath: "It seems that we have to concentrate on solving this big | trouble for a while. Why can't he rest during the day like a real owl?"

Only Barbara answered him: "Because he's human, Dick."

**

In the library, I found an old photo from many years ago with slightly yellowed edges.

It was caught in a book of modern history, who put it there, and it almost merged with the pages of the book.It took a bit of skill to tear it off and hold it in my hand without hurting the page, and then I stared at the first photo of the seven superheroes standing in front of the press when the Justice League was formed.

Batman didn't show mercy at all. I still don't feel the back of my head, and there are buzzing sounds in my ears from time to time.This could be a sign of a concussion, but I'm not sure what I'm thinking, anyway.After a while I cheered up, put the photo in my arms, and watched the modern history for nearly half an hour.When night fell completely and the librarians began to rush people out, I put the books back and followed the crowd to the street.

The camera on the corner swivels to focus on where I am.

Batman was really persistent and I thought he'd at least get some sleep when he got back.

But he may have other helpers.

I didn't care about the camera that moved with me as openly as a living thing. There must be other eyeliners in the dark. Breaking the camera is not only useless, but it will also deepen their impression of me as a dangerous person. It's better to pretend that I don't see.

The hat on my head reassured me, and I let go of my pace and walked aimlessly on the street for a while.At this time, almost all decent people have gone home. I am not on the main road where there are not many vehicles, and the streets are empty, only homeless people and beggars who randomly shop on the ground.

I reckon I'll hang around for another hour or two, and if I'm lucky, I'll run into a few thugs or gangsters with guns on them.

Ahead was Sheldon Park, and I found a bench under a street lamp and sat down.A female white-collar worker hurried past me without looking up, and said quickly, "Wayne Group Relief Center, turn right ahead and walk [-] yards."

I reacted: "Thank you."

She glanced at me in surprise, and then noticed the expensive suit on my body, the girl blushed: "I'm sorry sir, I'm meddling in my own business."

"It's okay." I'm not used to this kind of conversation, so I tried my best to say it decently without sounding like a threat, "Gotham is dangerous at night, you'd better go home quickly."

I failed.

The girl's bloody cheeks suddenly turned pale, she thought of something, and shivered unnaturally when she saw me.Then she lowered her head and hugged the folder tightly in her hand, and ran away quickly on her high heels.

It's embarrassing.

It seems that in this world, people who appear in strange places wearing formal clothes at night are probably gang members.

But I really don't have the money to buy another set of casual clothes. It might be better to say that I didn't get this one through normal means.Good and evil are reversed in the world on both sides of our world. I have never heard of the name of the president here, and the U.S. dollar is naturally not interoperable.But the old tailor in the store saw me in uniform, and honestly dug out a finished set without me saying anything.

He also asked me: "It's too late to measure your size and order it now, otherwise you can pick it up tomorrow?"

I had to take the old, well-preserved piece, and act as a guarantee that I wouldn't blow his head off.

Gotham isn't particularly safe here.

But on my side, I've never heard of such a thing as a relief center.Helping the weak, supporting the elderly, taking care of children, etc., are all seen as a waste of resources.

I could have paid for it in Wayne's name, but I didn't.

I carefully guarded the unspoken rules of the world over there, lest I cross too many boundaries and be kicked out of the game as a different kind.

This does not explain my cowardice, but it can reveal my powerlessness.

The Wayne family here is very different.

— Batman is very different.

When I ran away from him before, the weapons and equipment I carried with me consumed seven or eighty-eight eighty-eight, and now I have to find ways to get some useful guys from special channels for self-protection.It's not impossible to use local materials, but the randomness is too great, and the opponent is extremely difficult to deal with. I don't want to fall into the hands of Gotham vigilantes so soon.

I need to get in touch with the gang in Gotham City.

I don't know who their current boss is.I began to recall in my mind which opponent I had met, who seemed to be promoted to the leader of the mafia in this world, and realized the wonderful fun in this absurd plot of identity reversal.

And I am neither.

So here I am, neither going back to the Syndicate nor belonging to Wayne.

The author has something to say:

I wrote more and more fighting scenes. I thought I could write about the red hood!I can only see you in the next chapter.

Don't worry about the timeline, the timeline is the big event that should happen as long as the plot requires it, what timeline do you care about in a sand sculpture essay (although it is not so sand sculpture occasionally).

感谢在2021-06-2303:50:28~2021-06-2500:28:34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: the magician of the super high school, 1 bat's belt;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: Guangxi does not eat candy, Arkham little patient, Nini and Ertong can have both, Demon King Rain, and a magician from a super high school;

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