American comics: Enlightenment in Arkham, Ascension to Homelander

The night passed, and the sun lit up Downton's windows.

"Breathe...breathe...ah owe!!!"

Downton, who was sleeping soundly, couldn't help but sneeze, but found Catwoman's sharp cat claws lying across his eyelids.

Seeing this scene, Downton rolled his eyes and took the initiative to move his eyes towards the steel claw.

Seeing that her claws were about to hit Downton's eyeballs, Selina retracted her claws angrily, and then grabbed Downton's collar.

“I searched all night and couldn’t find Liv’s body!

Even though she was a member of the Court of Owls, even though she wanted to assassinate Falcone, at least she didn't do it, or she didn't have time to do anything to regret you, Downton!

So why did you put her in a cement bucket and throw her into the fucking Pacific Ocean! "

"Ah? What? Aren't you sorry? But if she's sorry, aren't you just sorry for me?

Speaking of which, Liv was thrown into the Pacific Ocean, holy shit!

But I remember that I never gave a similar order. "

Downton sat up in a daze, pushing Selina aside as he spoke, and asked at the same time.

"But what happened to that claw just now? Do you want to kill me?"

Without waiting for Selina to adjust her posture, Downton casually picked up Selina's neck and threw her towards the window.

Wow!

Selina smashed through the window and rolled on the lawn for more than ten meters.

At the same time, Alfred, who heard the sound, rushed into Downton's room anxiously.

"That...that's the glass and window frames shipped from Buckingham Palace...!"

"Really? Are you so awesome? I'll go to Buckingham Palace and bring you some money back when I have time."

Downton rubbed his eyes lazily, then walked to the bathroom in a daze.

While running the water, he continued to sleep in the bathtub.

Outside the window, Selina gritted her teeth and jumped back after a few jumps.

Seeing the anger on Selina's face, Alfred spread his hands and said helplessly.

"It seems that we all know that he wakes up with unusual energy. The most important thing is that he doesn't seem to regard being woken up by a woman as a kind of romance and enjoyment."

"Fuck romance, I'm so unlucky to meet him, damn it!"

After listening to Alfred's words, Selina cursed angrily, then gritted her teeth, left the bedroom and rushed out of the manor, taking Downton's motorcycle by the way.

Half an hour later, Downton climbed out of the bathtub without realizing it.

Downton asked as he rubbed his chin while letting Alfred take care of his hair.

"Selina came and left again?"

"Yes, that girl not only came here, she was also very angry."

Alfred muttered, then held Downton's shoulders.

"Master Downton, with all due respect, if I were thirty or forty years younger, I would not treat that girl as slowly as you do."

"Haha, no wonder you stay alone in the manor. I really didn't realize that you are still an old licker. Of course a licker will die a good death!"

Downton responded rudely, and then patted Alfred on the shoulder.

"Selena is like a cat, she can never be caught. Wherever you put her, she will definitely stay somewhere else.

For a cat, when she longs for freedom, she will leave on her own. When she is no longer interested in playing, you just need to remind her that she still has a place that can barely be called home. "

"What about you? Do you still have a home in your heart, Master Downton?"

Alfred asked back.

Hearing this, Downton paused slightly, and then glanced at Ah Fu angrily.

"Old man, I didn't leave you here just to hurt my heart.

Although I do have no home, you see, aren't I making Gotham my home?

Trust me, I already love this city, haha! "

With laughter, Downton came near the original location of the motorcycle.

After learning that Selina had ridden the motorcycle, Downton cursed angrily and left Wayne Manor on foot.

Not even half a minute into the journey, Alfred chased after him in a Phantom.

I saw him opening the car window and asking softly.

"Master, are you sure you don't need me to give you a lift? Even if you don't like me as an old man to take you there, there are many cars in the manor that you can drive. I don't think Bruce will mind."

"You can pull him down!"

Downton waved his hand to Alfred.

"The cars I've driven are basically no longer drivable. It's better not to mess with the things at home.

I can just borrow a car on the road for a while. People in Gotham are very welcoming. Who wouldn’t want to lend me a car? "

After saying that, Downton quickened his pace and left Phantom behind him in a blink of an eye.

Looking at Downton's back, Alfred nodded, then stopped and wrote something in the record book.

As for Downton, after he walked out of the manor path, before he could find a target to borrow a car, a diligent taxi driver stopped in front of him.

"Master, would you like to try the poor man's way of traveling?

Seeing that you have walked from the oldest and most noble villa area in Gotham, maybe you are also curious about a different life? "

While he was talking, the handsome blond taxi driver stepped out of the car and took the initiative to open the door for Downton.

Seeing this, Downton nodded appreciatively.

"Not bad, man, the service is so proactive, but I tell you in advance, I don't have any money."

As he spoke, Donton sat in the back seat unceremoniously.

At the same time, the taxi driver's face suddenly fell.

He first sighed in frustration, and then sat back in his driver's seat as if he had thought it through.

He started the car and greeted Donton.

"I thought you were a rich man in the villa area, after all, you are dressed so well.

But rich people will not say bad words to small people like me. They are all fucking high and mighty, and even if they curse, they only curse qualified people.

If they curse us, they will look like they stepped on dog shit and show disgusting expressions!"

At this point, the blond driver drove the car depressedly, and while driving, he continued to ask Donton.

"Dude, how did you get in there? I've been driving around here for more than half a year. Whenever I get too close to the path leading to the villa area, a helicopter will turn on the searchlight at me!

That's the safest place in Gotham. The Wayne family, the Kane family, the Elliot family, etc., all the top people in Gotham live in that direction!

You're not an international thief, are you? The clothes on your body are not stolen from the rich?

Or do you have a part-time job similar to mine, and you are responsible for helping those rich ladies to be happy occasionally?"

After saying that, the blond young man turned his head with a smile and showed a meaningful smile to Donton.

Facing the young man's gaze, Donton raised his hand and patted the back of the chair.

"Dude, why can't I be a rich man if I'm either a thief or a duck?"

"Uh..."

The blond driver honked the horn speechlessly.

"Listen to yourself, which of your words sound like a rich man?"

At this point, the blond young man took a business card from the side and threw it into Donton's arms.

"Since you look very handsome, I'll leave you a business card. If you are short of money and don't want to take any risks, call the modeling company on the business card.

It's called a modeling company, but it's actually a self-service men's store for ladies to relieve their loneliness.

Asian foreigners with super good looks like you are rare. Maybe you will be more popular than me!"

"Fuck, this damn America, I'm a foreigner!"

After a curse, Donton took the business card unhappily.

He put it in his pocket and kicked the back of the driver's seat, and continued to curse.

"I'm going to the Iceberg Club, you'd better have some idea in your mind.

But you are quite interesting.

Since you are a gigolo, why do you still drive a taxi?"

"Ha!"

Hearing Donton's question, the blond driver shook his head in response.

"The fast food ordered by the rich ladies is far less important to them than the targets they meet and encounter in person.

Why do you think I drive around here? It's to meet rich women by chance, and then spend a few nights that may not be happy but are definitely tired, in exchange for money that can't be spent for at least a year or two!"

"But since your target is the women in the manor area, why do you come closer when you see a man like me?"

Donton was not satisfied with the blond driver's answer, so he asked him.

Hearing this, the blond driver was slightly stunned, and then immediately turned his head and looked at Donton as if he was looking at a monster.

"Dude, have you forgotten that men can also meet each other?

To be honest, rich men are really generous to male lovers. My last male lover kept me from working for three whole years.

If he hadn't died at the age of only 79, I would still be enjoying life in a castle in Florida!"

After saying that, the driver shook his head regretfully and looked back at the road ahead.

"No more talking. After I drop you off, I have to go back and try my luck again.

Where did you say you were going? Iceberg Club, right? Iceberg... huh?"

Suddenly, the driver turned around again with a confused look on his face.

"You're going to the Iceberg Club. There are so many people dead in that area. Why did you go there?!!"

"Oh my god, watch the road carefully, we're going to get hit!"

Boom!!!