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When the darkness of night fell in Gotham, a city full of heavy industry, it also came with an arrest warrant for Bruce Wayne.

"Bruce Wayne, since you are suspected of murdering the mayor, three council members, and seven security guards, we now want to ask you to go back and assist in the investigation. This is an approved arrest warrant. Please cooperate."

Outside the large iron gate of Wayne Manor, there are already several police cars with flashing warning lights, as well as a large number of onlookers and reporters who came after hearing the news. For them, maybe in recent years, apart from this city, There is probably nothing more explosive in Gotham City than the murder of the mayor and his congressmen by billionaire Bruce Wayne, the head of the Wayne family.

Facing the police officer standing in front of him and looking at the piece of paper the other person held in front of him, Bruce Wayne stared at the piece of paper and seemed to be very serious about reading all the words written on it. Then there was silence for two seconds.

"Does Director Gordon know about this?"

He spoke in his usual calm and calm tone.

"Director Gordon has resigned and this matter has nothing to do with him."

Some fat and short police officers responded expressionlessly.

"I know you may have some friendship with Director Gordon, but Bruce Wayne, even if you are as rich as the country, money and favors cannot be an umbrella to cover up your crimes. You think we don't have enough evidence, and you will suddenly come. Are you visiting? Leave your evidence and defense for the judge to judge and take them away."

The fat police officer waved his hand, and the policemen on standby behind him quickly surrounded him. There was a click, and Bruce lowered his head, a little cold, and the handcuffs glowing with silver light were already hung on both of his wrists. superior.

"take away."

The fat police officer repeated the emphasis and took the lead in turning around and pushing open the heavy iron gate of Wayne Manor. Then, countless reporters rushed forward like locusts, flashing their cameras and cameras frantically.

"Bruce Wayne, can you talk about why you killed the mayor and council members? I heard that your methods of committing crimes were extremely cruel. There is no complete body of the victim at the crime scene. What was your motive for committing the crime? "

"Mr. Bruce, this incident will definitely have a major impact on Wayne Enterprises' stock. Will shareholders and the committee impeach you from Wayne Enterprises? How do you plan to deal with the next step?"

"Mr. Bruce, I heard that you know Batman, and this also involves the former Gotham Police Commissioner Gordon. What do you think about this? Do you really know Batman and know what he hides under the helmet? Whose face is it?"

"Mr. Bruce"

Countless voices and microphones almost drowned Bruce and his group. More than a dozen police officers struggled to squeeze out a narrow passage among the crowd for Bruce Wayne to enter the police car. But when he bent down and got into the back seat of the police car, there was silence. Bruce Wayne didn't say a word to any reporters.

In the prison of the Gotham Police Department, the iron bars and gates trapped the former uncrowned king of Gotham City.

Bruce Wayne sat on the edge of the cold, rusty iron bed, with his hands crossed on his knees and his eyes staring straight at the corridor outside the iron bars. He didn't look like a criminal who was imprisoned. , as if he were an elite boss lost in thought at his desk.

He is waiting.Wait for someone.Maybe still a team.

"Mr. Clark, you can't just come in like this."

Suddenly, a voice came from the other end of the corridor, accompanied by several footsteps.

"The case has not yet been tried in court. After Des' lawyer's request, we are allowed to come to the shelter for temporary visits."

A man's voice replied to the previous sentence.

"All of this is within the legal scope."

Immediately, Bruce raised his head and saw a black-haired man wearing glasses and a smart suit standing outside the iron fence. His tall body made it easy to think that he might be a boxer or something, plus The muscular figure that was so strong that it held up the clothes, just standing there gave people an unconscious sense of oppression.

"Bruce."

As Bruce Wayne looked at him, the man looked back at him.

There seemed to be an unspeakable expression in his eyes under those black-rimmed glasses.

"Don't worry. We'll help you out."

After two seconds of silence, the man took a deep breath and spoke slowly.

"Four hours, twenty minutes and five seconds, Clark, is there any trouble in Metropolis again? You came really late."

Bruce Wayne's expression didn't change much, but he finally managed a faint smile and said.

"I'm afraid this matter is not that simple."

"Someone is trying to frame me."

"I know."

The man responded, suddenly showing a thoughtful expression.

"Wait, you mean"

Bruce Wayne didn't say anything, just gave him a knowing look.

The man's expression suddenly darkened.

"Listen, you can't stay here any longer, you know? It's against the rules."

At this time, the prison guard finally caught up with him. He was about to accuse the man named Clark when another young man who followed him quickly stepped forward and lifted the prison guard's arm with a smile on his face. Pressed down.

"Hey, we don't mean anything else, we just said a few words and we'll leave soon."

"Barry, you're here too."

Bruce looked through the iron bars at the big boy wearing a red sports top and black sports pants.

"I think these two gentlemen just care about their friends. After all, the famous Bruce Wayne is in jail, and there are only two people who come to visit. This should be considered a small number."

At this time, another feminine voice sounded in the corridor.

"you"

Hearing the sound, Clark couldn't help but frown slightly behind his black-rimmed glasses.

"There's nothing else for you to do here, you can go down."

The person who came was a black woman. She was wearing a simple and capable black leather uniform. She had a short crew cut that only soldiers would have. Although she looked unattractive, she faintly revealed the temperament of a superior person who was not angry or assertive. .

"Yes."

The prison guard staff member was stunned for a moment when he saw the black woman, and then looked at the strange-shaped seal on the woman's chest. He swallowed, looked back at Clark and Barry, and followed the words knowingly. The corridor left.

"Look who this is? Amanda Waller. Didn't you expect that I came in and went to jail, and even you were alerted?"

Bruce Wayne stared at the visitor with subtle eyes.It was as if he wanted to see a flower coming out of this woman.

"What are you here for?"

Barry said nothing, and Clark looked at Amanda Waller, vaguely seeming to be a little unkind.

"Relax, Superman."

"What did you say?"

Clark's brows suddenly knitted together, and then he immediately raised his head and looked at the somewhat hidden camera hanging in the corridor above and to his right.

"Don't get excited. No one here can hear our conversation, and no one can see what we are doing here. You don't think I would even make such a low-level mistake."

Waller showed a faint smile.

"Look, our famous Batman, Bruce, you have arrested countless criminals. Have you ever thought that one day you would be sitting in a place like this?"

"If you want to see my joke, I think you will be disappointed."

Bruce Wayne had an indifferent expression on his face.

"Waller, what exactly happened? Do you know the reason?"

Clark looked Amanda Waller up and down slightly suspiciously.

"The mayor of Gotham and three federal congressmen were cut into thousands of pieces in the conference room of the city hall. Seven security guards and two cleaning staff were also sacrificed. Later, the disappearance of the personnel was investigated Finally, this number also coincides with it.”

Amanda Waller put her hands behind her back and walked slowly on the spot.

"It sounds like something only that green-haired madman could do."

At this time, Barry suddenly spoke up and said something.

Amanda Waller glanced at him sideways, did not answer, and just continued.

"A large number of messy fingerprints were found at the scene. Don't look at me like that. Yes, these are all Bruce Wayne's. There is also a blade suspected to be a crime tool. The most important thing is that Bruce Wayne happened to be there. At that time, let’s discuss the new investment content of Wayne Enterprises with the mayor’s secretary at the city hall.”

"You know it can't be him."

Clark decisively interrupted Amanda Waller's statement.

"I mean Bruce Wayne, even if he acted, he wouldn't make such a stupid mistake."

As soon as Barry finished speaking, he saw three pairs of eyes looking at him, their expressions a little stiff, and he added awkwardly.

"Of course, he wouldn't do such a thing."

"I understand, but now all the evidence points to Bruce Wayne, which is very detrimental to him."

Amanda Waller shook her head, she looked at Bruce Wayne and said: "I know that no one in the Justice League would believe that Batman would do such a thing, but after something like this happened, the people need a Account, and all this must be conducted under a fair trial under the law.”

"Promise me you'll get to the bottom of this."

Clark was silent for a moment, walked up to Amanda Waller, and stared at the black woman in front of him with his head lowered.

"You're on our side, right."

"of course."

Amanda Waller gave a look that mattered.

"Why else would I come?"

"It better be. I'll be watching you. The Justice League, too."

Clark turned his head and glanced at his friend behind the iron bars.

"Barry, let's go."

"Bruce, trust us, we will figure this out."

Barry said solemnly to Bruce Wayne in the iron bars, and followed Clark.The sound of their footsteps quickly disappeared in the corridor.

"Clark, why are we leaving like this?"

After leaving the police station, Barry seemed a little confused.

"This matter must be a conspiracy. Just like those things in the past, someone is trying to frame Bruce, and may even know his other identity. Maybe we should wait and see if anyone comes to investigate. Let’s see if it’s too dangerous to leave Bruce alone in that place now.”

"Barry, we are not above the law. The Justice League also believes in the law. We just help people do things they cannot do and save them, but this does not give us a privilege to do whatever we want."

Clark's expression looked a little heavy at the moment.

"I understand what you mean. As for protecting Bruce, don't worry. Now that Amanda Waller has appeared in front of us, she has nothing to do with this matter. I don't think she will let Bruce get any harm." .”

Clark turned and looked at the Gotham Police Department, which was already at the end of the street.

"As she said herself, she is a smart person."

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