[Comprehensive] The painting style of time travel is wrong

Batman feels that he is not used to this Gotham. Although there are still criminals from time to time, and the mercenaries who are still here occasionally make some troubles, but in general, it seems unusually "quiet" compared to before. Gotham.

Now, my nightly work is more like a habit.

Listen to police reports or chats between police officers, chat with Robin and the others to exchange information, stop Catwoman's bad habits, threaten Amanda Waller from time to time to make her pay attention, and occasionally contact Tully Don't overdo the infiltration of the League of Assassins, let's talk about children's education...

Or drive the Batmobile around the street twice, use the rope gun to review the skills of walking between buildings, or even run along the roof of the building like a fitness.

Alfred seemed very pleased with this change, and began to keep whispering questions about the hostess in his ear—isn't Damian enough to bother him?

He also couldn't explain why, even though he understood that the whereabouts of the clown was still unknown, even though he had many questions to ask the girl, but...

But he never went to find the employee he used to be.

That girl named Tang Xuening.

In fact, deep down in his heart, is he afraid?

He asks himself this question from time to time

But he couldn't tell the answer himself.

He felt that he had to find someone to talk to, someone who could understand and enlighten him.

As it happened, he knew where such a person was.

Gotham Police Department, it was already eight o'clock in the evening when Sergeant Gordon finished handling everything and returned to the office.

He stretched, but then he rubbed his shoulders in pain, his age was clearly reflected in his body.

But now, another person who doesn't understand the old man is waiting for his return in a dark corner.

Likewise, Sheriff Gordon had been mentally prepared for his arrival.

"How is the situation lately?"

asked Batman.

"When people are old, their bodies are failing..."

Sergeant Gordon looked at Batman, and sat on the sofa for receiving guests.

"Although I used to be busy until after twelve o'clock, but I feel that my health has deteriorated when I am free."

"You know that's not what I'm asking about."

Batman said softly.

"Then what do you want to ask?

Now that the crime rate has almost plummeted, our 'old acquaintances' are either in the cemetery or in the prison, and my working hours have changed from overtime until the early hours to eight o'clock?

If you are asking the girl who made all of this happen, I believe you know what I know, and you even know a lot that I don't know, why are you asking me?

do you know?Now half of the boys in the police station think she is a hero, while the other half don't think she is a hero, but they also think that she has brought about good changes. "

Sheriff Gordon said with a wry smile:

"I don't know if she's doing the right thing or wrong, but what I can see is that now our daily work feels a lot easier and there are a lot fewer funerals that I need to attend..."

"is it?"

Batman was noncommittal about the answer, but he fell silent after the simple answer.

"Honestly, when I saw that trial, my first thought was 'someone finally did this', not 'how could she do that'!"

It was Sergeant Gordon who broke the deadly silence. He sighed and said with some hesitation:

"Maybe she just did something I always wanted to do but didn't do..."

"No, Sheriff, you are not that kind of person. Even when facing the clown, you made the most correct choice. (Note 1)"

Batman shook his head.

"But you know what I regret afterwards? It's just that I never told you

——Every time the clown escaped from prison and started killing again, and every time I heard the crying of the victim's family, I regretted the original decision. "

Seeing the sad face, Batman felt aging in this old man for the first time, and felt the scarred heart under the old man's firm will.

"When I discovered this, I was conflicted and kept asking myself if my choice was really wrong?

No, I made the right choice in every way, but why should I regret it?

Later, I finally figured it out when I attended the funeral of a police officer who died in the line of duty:

I can give up hatred myself, but I am not qualified to give up hatred on behalf of others, and I am not qualified to forgive the clown on behalf of the dead! "

"..."

Batman looked at Sergeant Gordon quietly, wanted to say something several times but couldn't say it in the end.

"I know what you think, and I agree

——This city needs necessary evil, people who are free from those complicated rules and regulations, and who are not supervised by those human rights organizations, to fight those criminals that we know but can only watch with our eyes for various reasons. "

Sergeant Gordon continued:

"So, even though there are countless people who think that what you are doing is wrong, I am still firmly on your side.

For that girl, I saw in her the shadow of you back then.

You are all chasing the justice in your hearts..."

"But we are different."

"Yes, you still have a bottom line in your heart, but she uses everything she can find for that goal."

Gordon nodded.

"Who is right and who is wrong between you and her is beyond the judgment of a small person like me, so I left it to time, and someone will make a fair evaluation of you in the future..."

"……excuse me."

"By the way, I recently ordered a set of auxiliary exoskeletons produced by the Gotham High-Tech Group for Barbara, and the doctor said that she might be able to stand up in the future with this.

And if it goes well, relying on the new ingredients analyzed from Bane's (Note 2) potion, her spinal cord can even be treated to a certain extent, allowing her to live a normal life. "

Seeing Batman turn around and prepare to leave, Sergeant Gordon suddenly stopped him:

"She's been very happy lately and really wants someone to share the good news with her.

So go see her sometime soon, Bruce. "

"……understood."

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When Luther was awakened by the sound of the phone, he made a decision. If the caller was his subordinate, he would ask him to leave after asking about the matter; if it was a sales call, then he would send someone to kill the caller , and go bust the company that hired that guy.

But the moment he picked up the phone, his expression quickly changed from anger to helplessness, because it was Batman's voice in the microphone.

"Luther, it's me."

"Do you know what time it is? Unlike nocturnal creatures like you, as a normal person, it's time for me to sleep!"

Well, there's no way to send someone to kill the other party, and there's no way to destroy the other party's company, Luthor began to complain.

"I'd be glad to see that energy wasted on me instead of plotting your nefarious plans"

Batman's answer made Luthor smile wryly, well, we are indeed not friends at all, and the relationship between them is not even friendly.

"Hoo...Damn! Well, why are you looking for me so late? Darkseid (Note 4) is preparing to attack the earth again?"

Luther asked angrily.

"No...I want to talk about that girl."

Batman himself was a little hesitant about whether it was the right move to talk to Luthor.

"You finally got the hang of it too? But why are you looking for me? Looking for Wonder Woman, Supergirl, or your old lovers?"

Luther didn't miss the opportunity to tease Batman.

"I think we have different tastes."

"Luther, I'm serious."

Ignoring Luthor's teasing, Batman's voice remained calm.

"Okay, you won, what do you want to talk about specifically?"

Realizing that it was useless to use his tongue for a while, Luther asked calmly.

"What the hell did you tell that girl? What do you want from her?"

"Would you believe me if I told you that I never thought of anything?"

There was a smile in Luther's voice.

"..."

Batman responded silently to Luthor's answer, which obviously didn't satisfy him.

"I just hoped that she would cause you enough trouble at first, and draw your energy so that you would not mind your own business—but I never thought she would do it so well."

Regarding Batman's mistrust, Luther complained somewhat annoyed after explaining in detail:

"Why the hell does everyone in your Justice League want me to repeat those words?"

"Has Superman come to you?"

Batman was amazed that he didn't know this.

"Yeah, Wonder Woman, Green Lantern, and Lightning all paid me unfriendly visits."

Luther's voice was filled with irony once again:

"There is only one purpose - let me tell the conspiracy that doesn't exist, so that they can justifiably knock down the girl, destroy her achievements, and let you recover - but it's really a pity, in There is no conspiracy in this matter."

"Cheer up?"

Batman doesn't understand.

"Yeah, have you ever wondered how long since 'Bullet Night' you haven't been in Justice League?"

"...I'll explain it to them."

"That would be the best, and tell them by the way that I will send the bill for repairing the doors, windows, ceiling, and indoor cleaning at ten times the price."

After finishing speaking, Luther closed his eyes and remained silent for a while before continuing:

"Batman, I know that's not what you're asking me for—as enemies, I know you far better than you think.

You are indeed afraid now, but you are not afraid of conspiracy, you are precisely afraid that there is no conspiracy!

Because if there is no conspiracy, then the current situation in Gotham means that what the girl is doing is right-at least, a lot more right than what you have done-and your belief is being shaken. "

"No, I..."

There was a hint of urgency in Batman's voice of defense.

"If you have no doubts then why did you come to ask me?"

But Luthor blocked Batman's defense with one sentence first.

"Perhaps...you're right..."

As the brain of the Justice League, Batman's extraordinary IQ and calmness quickly made him understand that Luthor was right.

I am indeed afraid, and everything I have fought for and paid for before I am afraid of myself is wrong.

His sensibility made him unable to accept this matter, but his rationality kept comparing Gotham's present and past.

——So many sacrifices, so many blood and tears, if I am wrong...

He cut off his thoughts decisively.

"So do you have any good suggestions for this?"

"As your old adversary, my advice is this: go talk to her face to face—trust me, she's been waiting a long time for this meeting."