I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 15 The First Step Towards Batman

10:30pm on a Friday night at the Settin Penthouse on the edge of Central Park.

The charcoal fire in the fireplace is scarlet, dispelling the chill of early winter in the large living room.

"At around 03:30 this afternoon, Gotham Legend's cross-dressing hero, Mr. Shadow, finally fell into the hands of the shameless FBI.

Of course, Mr. Shadow's performance was also a little stupid.

But the meaning of this matter is very unusual. The only famous hero left today is the Blackman, who has not appeared for a long time.

However, most people suspect that the black man may have fallen in a dark alley in Gotham early.

Losing those drag heroes, who will protect us?

Just two hours after Mr. Shadow was imprisoned, at about 14:[-], in Queens, when passing the corner of No.[-] Avenue, the Bank of Merrill Lynch's armored vehicle was stopped by a truck that rushed out suddenly, and four gangsters with red hoods used it High-explosive bomb. Two escorts were killed and one was injured, and the amount of damage was as high as
The gang, dubbed the 'Red Hoods' by the police, is in Gotham for the first time, but we all know it won't be the only one.

Who can stop them?

Where is Gotham's future in the face of rising criminals? "

"We need a hero, a true hero who has the ability and wisdom to carry the hopes of the people of Gotham. After all, the withering of every drag hero—whether it's being killed or arrested by the shrewd police, is a sacrifice to human justice and justice. A serious destruction of the people's hopes!
Thank you all for listening to tonight's Gotham Express, I'm your old friend Bruno.Tomorrow night at the same time, we will meet on time! "

The wall-mounted LCD TV was playing "Gotham Evening Express". The anchor was worried about the country and the people and shouted loudly, but the three people on the sofa turned a deaf ear and only excitedly discussed Harley's experience today.

"God, Haley, didn't you ask Silk Soul for an autograph or a photo? She is the greatest female hero!" Helen said excitedly.

"I don't think she can beat me without a weapon." Harry's tone was slightly sour.

"Silk Soul is more than 50 years old, almost [-] years old, and her energy is not good. When she was young, she could defeat eight or nine street gangsters in one go. You must not be her opponent." Terrance said.

"You're her fan too?" Harry asked.

Helen smiled lowly, leaned into Harry's ear, and said in a low voice, "There's a whole set of Silk Soul's erotic comics on the Trance bookshelf!

In the dark alley, Silk Soul tried his best to 'dry over' more than a dozen strong men, hehehe"

"No way, the second-generation Silk Soul Laurie has also worked as a porn model?" Harry asked suspiciously.

"Hey, it's two mothers and daughters, they look alike, and the characters in the comics are poorly recognizable. It's perfectly fine to read the comics of the first generation of Silk Soul while facing the poster of the second generation of Silk Soul." Helen waved her hand.

The fat man, Trance, blushed and shouted angrily, "Who told you to touch my personal belongings?"

Harry smiled and said, "It's nothing, not to mention men, even me, I like the prosperous appearance of the second generation of Silk Soul when I was young."

Silk Soul Laurie Girls' Generation, very like Brooke Shields, the peak appearance in "Yanwa", plus a black silk tights, even the ruthless Dr. Manhattan was moved.

Now it's Helen's turn to eat, she grabbed Harry's arm hard, and gritted her teeth: "So, you feel a lot after seeing the real person this afternoon?"

"What a ghost," Harley shook her head again and again, "She has a good foundation and is well maintained, and she looks elegant even in her 50s, but her flourishing face is really gone.

When I first saw her, I didn't recognize her at all, just like when you meet Brooke Shields on the street, you can't compare her to "Hina" no matter what.

"Cough, cough," Trance swallowed the leek cake, "Harry, you—"

"You understand it as soon as you hear it, and the explanation has also been observed." Harry immediately said.

"No, no, it's my friend." Under the contempt of the two women, Trans sighed helplessly, "I have seen it, but I am an adult male. You are different, you can watch it secretly, but don't discuss it in public. "

Harry didn't respond yet, but Helen didn't like it, "Come on, now in middle school physiological hygiene class, the teacher doesn't have to say anything, just hand out condoms to everyone.

I can't believe it, were you a solitary freak like Bruce Wayne when you were in high school? "

"Bruce doesn't blame him, he often plays with me, and..." Harley couldn't help defending the young master, but halfway through the sentence, when she saw the sullen look in Helen's eyes, she knew that she had done something stupid.

If Bruce dared to rob her Helen, it would not only be as simple as a "freak", but at least give him a pair of panda eyes.

"Well, you're right, Bruce is a—"

"Big bag of french fries, delicious chicken nuggets, and crispy chicken wings and multi-flavored chicken drumsticks, a bucket of KFC, a bucket for the whole family, as long as - thorns - Hello everyone, audience friends, unfortunately, I have to tell at this moment. A piece of important news from you that will affect Gotham's present and future—"

Suddenly, the KFC advertisement interrupted directly from the middle, and the newscaster Bruno, who said that he would see you tomorrow, appeared on the TV screen again.

The old announcer, who has always been calm and capable, showed obvious panic and panic, and even his voice was trembling:

"This station has just received news that Thomas Wayne and Martha Wayne were shot in an unnamed alley 30 meters away from the Zatara Magic Theatre. The couple were shot once each and have completely lost their vital signs.

With them was the only son of the Wayne family, Bruce Wayne, who appeared to be overly frightened and temporarily lost the ability to speak."

"Shit, Bruce is really alone now." Harry frowned, worried about the dazed young master on the TV screen.

"Unbelievable, Gotham is going to change." Transmured.

Helen swallowed and said puzzled: "Wayne doesn't even bring bodyguards at night, so what does he do in such a back alley? This is Gotham, they are old Gotham people, you should understand!"

At this moment, the TV camera has changed from the announcer to the live broadcast, the camera is constantly shaking, the police are running around like a panicked duck in front of the camera, and the reporter is like a bloodthirsty leech, desperately drilling into the focus of the news - sitting on the iron shelf. Master on the stairs.

"Bruce, you didn't see the gangster clearly?"

"What did the gangster say?"

"Why did he let you go?"

"Is the gangster male or female? Is it vendetta or love?"

"Bruce, what do you want to say to the Gotham police? It's just because they're powerless against crime, but busy catching drag heroes every day, Gotham law and order is getting worse. If Mr. Shadow is still around, maybe"

"Bruce, why don't you cry out loud? Aren't you sad? Ah, so Master Wayne doesn't have a good relationship with his parents!"

"Bruce"

"Go away, go away!" A middle-aged man in a British-style woolen coat walked over quickly, pushed aside the hive-like reporters, took off his coat, and wrapped the silly young master.

This middle-aged man whose appearance, temperament and dress are reminiscent of "007" is the super housekeeper Alfred.

"How do the police do things? Why don't the police cordon off and separate the reporters from me!" Ah Fu's eyes were sharp, and he yelled at the disorganized police officers.

Patrol officers and ordinary police officers in police uniforms began to drive away reporters and people eating melons, and senior detectives who did not wear police uniforms also drove over.

"I'm Major Crimes Agent Jim Gordon!"

Detective Gordon, who showed the police badge to the young master and Ah Fu, was in his 30s, tall and close to 1.9 meters, with a short cut, a stiff square face, thick eyebrows, big eyes, square mouth, and clear eyes.

Only in appearance and temperament, there is a kind of sturdiness and integrity that is completely different from other police officers.

"Agent Gordon was born in the military?" A Fu narrowed his eyes.

The housekeeper himself had been a soldier himself, and he was also an elite among the special forces. He had been on the battlefield and killed people.

"Urban Soldier King Raising Milk Baby" is about the current Ah Fu and the young master.

"Well, I just got the badge not long ago." Gordon nodded lightly.

Then, he patted the young master on the shoulder and said emotionally: "Bruce, I know how you feel now, really, our experience is similar.

I was about the same age as you when my father died.

There is only one piece of advice I can give you, be strong, don't let your parents in heaven worry, and don't let the people around you who care about you worry! "

A'Fu looked at Gordon's eyes less defensive and rusty, and instead increased some gratitude and appreciation.

"Thank you." The young master was also moved by Gordon's true feelings, and hoarsely said two words.

"OK, now for the confession session, Bruce, can you see what that person looks like?" Gordon said excitedly.

The young master shook his head, "He's wearing a mask."

"Mask?" Gordon's eyes narrowed. "Your mother's necklace, your father's watch and wallet were all stolen, but he was wearing a mask and happened to appear in this alley."

Most likely not a coincidence.

"Bruce, I want you to follow Alfred home immediately, take a shower, then drop everything and go to bed.

There is no need to worry about the case. I have everything, and I will definitely find the culprit and make him receive the punishment he deserves. "

Gordon looked into the eyes of the young master and solemnly promised: "I promise!"

(End of this chapter)