Opened a martial arts school, and his eldest disciple Batman

Chapter 7: Such Impolite Conditions of Crossing

"helper?"

This is indeed Bruce's blind spot in thinking. Although he may adopt more than one Robin in the future, that is all due to various coincidences and Robin's own efforts.

Apart from that, the only two people who could be considered his helpers were probably Commissioner Gordon and Alfred.

No...actually there is another person, that is the Two-Face Man before he turned evil.

But that is also being attracted by the other person's bright qualities before the dark side is exposed, and it is still passive.

Du Mu nodded.

"For a city of 30 million people, it is almost a pipe dream to want to eradicate all the evils under the shadow with your own strength."

"Of course, if you can persist for ten or twenty years, digging into the darkness every day, and always win and never fail, then it is not impossible."

"If you persist for so long, you will become a myth, a legend... a symbol of resistance to chaos, or even a belief. So if you want to take this lonely road, I won't say much."

Bruce was silent for a moment after listening to this, then he shook his head and said, "I don't want to waste so much time."

Ten or twenty years is really too long, and no one can guarantee that there will be no accidents in the meantime.

But Bruce didn't know that he had inadvertently denied the path he had taken in countless parallel worlds.

Under the moonlight, the master and the disciple stood beside the plum blossom pile and talked. Even though there were no lights around them, they could see each other clearly.

Du Mu relies on his true qi, while Bruce relies on his hard training in the Assassin's League.

Du Mu did not comment on Bruce's answer and continued, "So you need help."

"The first type of helper needs to act as your eyes and ears, help you collect information, and help you figure out what the real problem in Gotham is."

“Is it a lawless gang, a bureaucrat who does nothing but eat, or even a group of sociopathic lunatics?”

"Without intelligence, there is nothing. You should understand this principle."

Bruce nodded. This was actually what he did last night, but he didn't expect that he would fail miserably.

He immediately tried to think of a few candidates in his mind, but unfortunately, as a prodigal son who had just returned home, the only person Bruce could think of was Alfred.

No, although Alfred is very powerful, he is not omnipotent. It would be better for me to find some guys who often hang out on the streets and do not attract attention.

For example...those orphans who specialize in petty theft.

These helpers gather information like birds carrying twigs back to their nests... let's call them Robins.

"The second type of helpers are needed at the grassroots level of government to help you complete the truly important task - sentencing criminals and sending them to prison."

Bruce nodded silently.

This is indeed very important. Otherwise, if the criminal that you have captured with great difficulty is released as soon as he enters the police station, then what is the point of your actions?
It is necessary to find like-minded companions in the judicial system.

Bruce only had one person in mind when thinking of this kind of helper...

The policeman who put a coat on himself with sympathy and regret in his eyes the night he witnessed his parents being murdered.

I just don't know if he's still in Gotham after seven years.

Has he been swallowed up or even assimilated by the darkness of Gotham?

"The last category... is a little difficult, but according to what you said, your family already has some influence in Gotham, right?"

Du Mu looked at Bruce. This last kind of advice from helpers was actually what he really wanted to say.

Although there were few of the two types of helpers mentioned above in the original book, they did exist.

The last category has never been mentioned, perhaps due to political reasons of American comics themselves.

However, the taboo on politics in American cartoons is naturally absent in Du Mu's works.

He directly broke the news and said bluntly: "You need to use your resources and your wealth to find or cultivate a spokesperson at the top of the government."

"Some high-ranking officials who can influence changes in the law, some who can re-establish the authority of the law."

"Unless you want to see the butcher with blood on his hands being released on parole, and the criminal who has killed countless people spending his last years in prison."

"This will make anyone fearless of the law before committing a crime, because they understand that the law will not avenge the innocent, but will protect the rights and interests of criminals because of so-called human rights." Bruce frowned slightly, seeming a little disapproving of this, but did not refute it.

Du Mu knew that he had not yet encountered the super criminals who would later jump from prison to prison, those mentally ill patients who would cause greater disasters every time they escaped from prison.

Bruce didn't think that the death penalty was a big deal. After all, based on the crimes committed by the criminals, it was enough to lock them up for twenty or thirty years so that they wouldn't do any more evil.

Du Mu's words could be regarded as criticism of the entire New Jersey judicial system. Bruce subconsciously felt that his master, as an ancient man, was a little short-sighted.

The legal provisions of modern countries are so detailed that it is impossible to describe them to my master in a few words. It is normal for my master to have misunderstandings after listening to my previous simple description.

Du Mu didn't want to say much. In this kind of situation, only when the person involved suffers a loss will he know how to mend the situation.

Judging from Bruce's expression, he was no longer willing to listen, so Du Mu could only stop talking and stop making himself uncomfortable.

He shook his head and said, "These are the only suggestions I can give you."

"The quantity and quality of your helpers all depend on you."

"Go back. Next time you come, I will teach you the follow-up of the Four Phase Fist according to your progress."

Bruce bowed and accepted the order.

The action of clasping fists and bowing was performed quite standardly.

After saying goodbye to his master, Bruce left this world thoughtfully with his newly acquired skills.

……

Du Mu looked at Bruce's departing figure, which disappeared as soon as he stepped over the threshold, and shook his head helplessly.

As expected, it was impossible to see how he got through.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, Du Mu stepped forward and repeatedly stepped over the threshold of the main entrance of the martial arts hall, but nothing changed.

It's a shame that we can't travel back in time with Bruce to modern Earth.

Since he couldn't go to the modern era, Du Mu gave up the idea of ​​telling Bruce that he was also a time traveler.

What's the point of saying it? Should I ask Bruce to bring me a projector to watch movies? Du Mu has already gotten used to the pace of life in ancient times, so forget it.

Under the moonlight, looking at the dark courtyard, Du Mu had the illusion that Bruce had never actually been there.

But the true energy in his body has actually improved his skills by nearly ten years.

This is a huge boost to Du Mu's strength.

As a time traveler, even if he has some talent in martial arts, he took a lot of detours in his early years. In six years, reaching the previous level is already the limit.

What he lacks most is not improvement in martial arts techniques, but the painstaking effort to refine his Qi and return to his true self.

After all, the static breathing method that was originally used for Si Xiang Quan has long been lost, and relying solely on food supplements and boxing training is truly a hard endurance of dripping water wearing away a stone.

After making sure that he could not cross over, Du Mu turned around and walked towards the Military Academy.

There is a bedroom in the back half of the Military Academy connected to the backyard, which is his residence.

Just as Du Mu stepped into the Military Academy, the door of the martial arts hall behind him was pushed open again.

Du Mu frowned and turned around, only to see a bewildered little boy standing at the door of the martial arts gym.

'Again?'

Du Mu was speechless. Is there no pattern in this time travel?

Just meeting the little boy's frightened eyes, noticing the round glasses and the lightning scar on his forehead, Du Mu suddenly felt something was wrong.

Huh... Harry Potter?!

Du Mu almost collapsed after six years of cultivating his Qi.

Shit, could it be that the condition for traveling through time and space is to have both parents die?
Aren’t your time-travel conditions a bit too disrespectful?

(End of this chapter)