[Comprehensive] The painting style of time travel is wrong

When a large group of heavily armed bodyguards in black rushed into the chairman's office, Bruce Wayne was having a video conference with Oliver Queen (Note 1).

"what happened?"

Bruce asked a little strangely.

"Mr. Wayne, you need to leave with us immediately."

When the bodyguards answered him, they surrounded him and left the office, and a body armor was also put on him.

"An attack occurred in the group headquarters!"

"what!?"

After throwing off the bodyguard who had been pushing him forward, Bruce stopped in his tracks:

"What's the situation? Has the headquarters been notified for evacuation?"

"Sir, the attackers don't seem to have the intention of taking hostages. We have already started the evacuation process when we arrived."

A bodyguard stepped forward and explained anxiously:

"The group headquarters conducts two professional exercises every year, and I believe there will not be too many casualties!"

"Too many casualties?"

This time seemed to hurt Bruce's heart, he held back his anger and asked:

"Where is the attacker now?"

"That's why we came to you in the first place—she came straight to your office!"

Bruce's lack of cooperation made the bodyguards a little annoyed.

They pushed their employers hard to move towards the elevator, while looking around anxiously, they replied:

"We locked all the elevators except the dedicated elevator (note 2), so we should be able to buy some time! Let's go!"

"she?"

The word confuses Bruce.

In Batman's impression, I really don't know any other woman in this city who would do such a thing.

"The attacker was a woman? A superhuman?"

"Yes, it's a woman, and if we're not mistaken, it's still our employee! Just started this morning."

At the elevator door, the bodyguards dispersed in a well-trained manner. Except for the four who followed Bruce into the narrow elevator, the others carefully guarded the corners outside the elevator, guarding against possible assaults.

"But she should not be a superpower, she first attacked the security room and got the weapon from there.

Director Ajel was there at the time, and now he is injured and unconscious... Don't worry, sir, he is fine. "

"is it?"

Just when Bruce was hesitating whether to call Brother Alfred to help him investigate, the elevator had already arrived at the underground garage.

At the elevator door, the doors of the three cars that were supposed to meet them were wide open, and around the car, the bodyguards fell to the ground.

"It's a trap! Withdraw and hug it!"

The moment Mr. Bruce Wayne was thrown to the ground protectively by his bodyguards, he saw the girl who suddenly rushed out from the side.

Without hesitation, after four short bursts of extremely fast speed, the four bodyguards were brought down before they could even make a decent counterattack.

"What are you doing!"

Bruce, who was crushed under the crowd, yelled at the attacker:

"You are here to find me! Don't hurt innocent people!"

"Don't worry, I used a rubber bullet. Although I may have a concussion if I get hit on the head, it shouldn't kill anyone."

The black-haired girl who attacked thought for a while and added:

"Of course, bad luck might break a few bones."

"what do you want?"

After Bruce felt the pulse of the bodyguards around him, he was relieved and tried to climb out of the crowd.

"Money?"

"Relax, Mr. Wayne. Please put your hands up where I can see - don't hold your head! Hands up and fingers spread! Get out of the elevator and stay away from those people on the ground..."

The black-haired girl shook the muzzle of the gun, and Bruce stood aside very cooperatively.

"That's right... Please don't make unnecessary movements, I'm not here to kill you."

"Do you want money? Any price can be negotiated..."

After hearing the girl's words, Bruce breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time quietly put a bat dart back into the secret pocket in his cuff.

——Although there is an emergency plan for Batman's identity exposure, it is best not to use that kind of plan if it can not be used.

Then he took a few steps forward.

"If it's aimed at me, then please don't hurt anyone else."

"Please stop, Mr. Wayne. If you go any further, I might be tempted to pull the trigger."

Taking a step back carefully, the girl never left her finger on the trigger:

"I came to you for only one purpose - what do you want?"

"What do you mean?"

Bruce asked back, it wasn't that he was pretending to be stupid, but that he really didn't understand what the other party was asking.

"I saw the Batmobile, and then I also saw the design drawing of the prototype car-maybe few people know that the Batmobile is a new concept all-terrain sports car developed by Wayne Group."

The girl briefly stated what she knew:

"And the person who drove away that 'cool car enough to make all the girls in Gotham scream' was your butler, Mr. Alfred..."

"I remember that car is still being remodeled and hasn't been used..."

Bruce muttered in doubt, and then said to the girl generously:

"Okay, I admit that I commissioned most of the Batmobile and Batman gear.

Not only that, but I openly support Batman's efforts, and most of Gotham City knows that.

And the advertising effect it brings is very good. (Note 3)"

"And then cultivate super criminals at the same time?"

the girl asked suspiciously.

"Why do you choose people who are mentally abnormal?"

"what are you saying!?"

Bruce was completely taken aback by now.

"Out of curiosity, I hacked into the police station's system to find out.

Yes, as the largest philanthropist in Gotham City, you funded the establishment of the Gotham Police Disability Fund. Every year, you will also spend large sums of money to improve the working conditions of the police station and increase various benefits.

Gotham Orphanage, Gotham Nursing Home, and a series of non-profit institutions, many of which can only be supported by your assistance, and you also took the initiative to promise to help them during the Batman Conference (Note 4).

It seems that everything is beautiful, sunny and positive, you are the conscience of capitalists...

——But the problem is, you have never been harsh when you help criminals pay bail and let lawyers defend them from crimes (Note 5)~”

There was a contemptuous expression on the girl's face, as if she was mocking Bruce for still playing stupid in this situation.

"On the one hand, support the vigilantes to fight criminals—it is even possible that these vigilantes are your people at all;

Having said that, I remember that you were also the biggest benefactor in the transformation projects of Blackgate Prison and Akalim Asylum.

——The average is less than three months, yes, this is the average time for super criminals to escape successfully.

Knowing this, it is hard not to have some bad associations. "

"No, I..."

Bruce took a step forward, and he tried to slowly close the distance between them as he answered.

"Calm down, Mr. Wayne, if you go any further I'll shoot - I don't mind breaking your bones at all."

But it's a pity that the girl didn't give him this chance, so she took another step back vigilantly.

"Now, step back a little bit, and tell me, what exactly do you want?"

"Well, miss, you attacked the Wayne Group headquarters for this reason?"

Bruce took a step back obediently, and seemed to calm down at the same time.

"As the chairman of Wayne Group, the richest person in Gotham, this is the easiest way to meet you."

Looking at Bruce with a face of "you must be joking", the girl said lightly:

"And for me, that's reason enough."

"Well, you want to know what I want?"

Bruce lowered his head slightly, as if this topic brought up some bad memories:

"All I want is peace - no more sinister voices to pierce the stillness of the night, no more sudden gunshots to wake a child from a dream, no more screams of mourning through the darkness, no more Police cars chased desperadoes, men and women, through the narrow alleys... (Note 6)"

"Relying on Batman and those perverts?"

The girl's brows were almost touching.

"No, it's by awakening the courage and justice sleeping in people's hearts!"

Bruce's eyes were extremely serious at the moment.

"Mr. Bruce Wayne, I think maybe we need to be more honest?

If it weren't for the fact that many of the super criminals appeared earlier than you, explain from the conspiracy theory:

In order to reasonably demonstrate the performance of its products to attract the attention of potential users from all walks of life, the Wayne Group, regardless of the life and death of civilians, specially recruited people to stage the drama of fighting between good and evil.

——Look, this is much more reasonable than the reason you told me, isn't it? "

Seemingly sighing helplessly, the girl asked back with a strange smile:

"Although I believe in dreams and that everyone has courage and a sense of justice, the method you told me...

how to say?

Too naive and ridiculous!

This, in my opinion, is no different from what the Japanese often proclaim that 'only mutual understanding can bring about peace'.

In fact, I think if you use the money from bailing criminals and funding the police department to find mercenaries to kill and cleanse the city with blood and fire, then the city might be much quieter, right? "

"What killing brings is not tranquility, but silence under fear!"

The joking question got Bruce's very serious answer:

"Killing can't solve any problems. I would rather not have the peace of fear!"

"It's the same killing, is anyone afraid of soldiers in the army?

Does anyone think that the execution of Nazi leaders after World War II will bring fear to the people?

Does anyone think that the bombing of Tokyo in World War II was a massacre of civilians?

So, who is afraid of their killing?

What do you mean by 'the people'? "

Although she felt that the way of thinking of the two parties did not seem to be on the same channel, the girl still retorted seriously:

"Even the peace of fear is peace!

Killing doesn't solve the problem but it solves the villain who caused it!

That kind of Gotham is at least much better than the current city full of criminals and victims' wailing! "

"I……"

"Oh!"

Bruce's answer was interrupted by a gunshot before he could leave his mouth. At the same time as the gunshot rang out, blood spewed from the girl's neck...

"What are you doing!"

Bruce yelled not far away.

"Who told you to shoot!"

"Mr. Wayne, I'm trying to save you..."

A black-clothed bodyguard who was still out of breath replied dully that he had thought about many situations: Maybe the employer would hug him and reward him with a lot of money, or maybe the employer would scold him for not caring about his own comfort and kick him away.

But it never occurred to him that his employer would be outraged by the attacker's death.

"And just now was the best opportunity. She lowered the muzzle of the gun slightly. I judged that the angle should not hurt you, sir, so I just..."

"The bullet pierced the carotid artery..."

But Bruce was no longer listening to the bodyguard's excuses, and he quickly walked over to the girl's side to check the wound.

Then he shook his head, knelt down on one knee in a pool of blood, held the girl's hand, and said softly:

"Sorry, what last words do you have to tell me now..."

With a mouthful of rust, the girl uttered her last words while pointing a middle finger at him:

"roll!"