American Comics: The Force Awakens

"I believe in Gotham City." Bruce Wayne stood by the window wearing a black dress and holding a soft hat in his hand.Outside the window was a grand and bright night party, but inside the window there were only dim lights.

It's June now and the weather is very hot.

"I came here today just out of respect for my parents." He looked out the window and deliberately averted his eyes, "They and your family... are old acquaintances."

"And that was a long time ago."

"Your father was more than a friend to my father, Bruce." A voice came from the darkest part of the room.

Carmine Falcone, the most untouchable criminal tycoon in Gotham City, is a Roman.He was dressed old-fashioned and sat in front of an expensive desk. The three scratches on his face made his already serious face look a little fierce. Behind him stood his confidant and bodyguard Milos.On his chest is a delicate rose.

Today, he held a grand wedding for his nephew Johnny. People from all walks of life came to celebrate, and he was responsible for all the expenses.

For many years from now on, whenever people talk about the weather, they will say, "It's hot, but not as hot as Johnny's wedding day."

However, everyone knew that not long ago, the Romans planned to hire a murderer to stab his nephew in the side.Johnny was prepared to reveal everything about his uncle before the Grand Inquisition, blackmail, corruption, murder, all of it, but suddenly, he got married and all of the above became an illusion.

"Now you have so many new friends, powerful and powerful friends." Wayne observed the crowd outside the window. "Isn't that Richard Daniel?"

Richard Daniel, current president of Gotham Bank.He was young, with thick, blond hair, and a bright future.

Wayne has some say in Gotham Bank, but it is not absolute. At least he cannot decide on his own to remove the president who appears in certain inappropriate situations.

"I'm a very lucky man," Falconi said. "Richard told me that Gotham City Bank is considering doing business with Falconi Trading. I'm counting on you, Bruce, to be as accommodating."

"No." Wayne continued to turn around, turning his back to the person who made the request, as if refusing like this would make him more decisive.The light from outside hit his face, hiding the other half in shadow. "I will not vote or influence the board because of you. No matter what decision Richard makes under your influence."

"This... is disappointing." Falconi stood up and sniffed the roses on his chest. The golden ring on his left hand was particularly conspicuous. "Go on and enjoy the party, Bruce. Try the brioche. I flown it in from Italy. It's fresh and delicious."

Bruce left, he had other things to do.

Alberto Falconi was stopped by strange men and women who were entertaining guests in the courtyard outside. Everyone knew who he was and everyone was friendly to him.

But Alberto knew that here he was not a Harvard MBA or an Oxford Rhodes scholar. No one here cared about that. He was just the youngest son of the Romans.

The person blocking his way was a lady with long blond hair and a fiery red dress. Alberto had read the guest list and knew that she was a famous psychiatrist in Gotham. Even though he had just returned to Gotham, he had heard some Interesting anecdotes about this obsessed psychologist.

When necessary, the Romans may need some internal agents in Arkham, and this female doctor is said to be about to receive permission to freely enter and exit Arkham to study patients. This may be the reason why she was invited today.

"If you want to see father, he is in the room at the end of the house." Alberto bowed slightly and said, "Today is the wedding. In Italian tradition, father will not refuse the guest's request."

Since the afternoon until now, Carmine Falconi has personally received a number of guests. They have reached an agreement and the guests and hosts are enjoying themselves.People grew to respect Falconi and called him their godfather.

And all this has nothing to do with Alberto. As the youngest son, his father does not allow himself to participate in family affairs.

Harleen looked up and down at Alberto: his long and thin cheeks, the reflection of his glasses covering most of his eye movements.Perhaps because of his family background, his whole atmosphere seemed a bit gloomy.

"Is this our protagonist tonight?" She turned around and asked, "He looks very ordinary."

Karl smiled and nodded: "It is such an honor for an unknown person like me to meet a protagonist like you." He said to Alberto, "Please forgive my female companion for her rudeness. She treats people with normal minds... No interest."

Harleen tapped Carl's shoulder reproachfully.

Alberto examined the young man in front of him. He was right. While he was observing, no one among the guests spoke to him, and no one showed any sign of knowing him.He was indeed an unknown person, and seemed to only appear at the venue as a pendant for the female doctor, but an intuition told him that things were not as simple as they seemed.

"The hero today is not me, it's my cousin Johnny," he said. "Today is his wedding."

"Ah, come on, anyone with a discerning eye knows that Brioche is more like the protagonist than your brother." Carl replied, "But it doesn't matter, the protagonist is just an ordinary person when he is not inspired by fate." He lowered his voice and spoke softly. Said lightly.

"Now, if I were you, I would keep an eye on some valuables in the house, after all. There are a lot of thieves these days."

He smiled, took the doctor's hand, and turned to leave, as if this sudden reminder was not his own.An exchange between them could be heard not far away.

"Look, Bruce Wayne has finally walked away from Falcone. Gotham's proud man and my boss."

"What? The woman in the black evening dress? She is Selina Kyle, a mysterious woman. No one knows her origins. They only know that she seems to be a rich man. This is okay. Mystery has always been female. bonus."

"You want to dance? Okay, but you have to wait. Give my boss some face. Look, he is dancing with Miss Kyle. Let's hide first so that he doesn't find us. We have to give up the place. It's really rare. .”

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Alberto walked into Carmine's office. Carmine and Milos were originally talking about something, but they stopped talking when they saw Alberto come in.

Alberto was still thinking about the "warning" given by the young man just now.What did he mean, was it just a joke, and if not, why did he tell himself: everyone knew that Falconi wanted his youngest son to stay away from business, and he had no say here.

"Father, I just..." He tried to speak, but was stopped by the Romans.

"Alberto, Alberto, a handsome boy like you should be looking for girls in the courtyard outside, instead of wasting time with us, frowning over things that have nothing to do with you." He hugged her affectionately. He hugged his son and patted his head.

"Mr. Falconi, maybe you should come and take a look at this." Milos said from the side. In front of him was the surveillance video of the underground garage.

"Harvey Dent."

A blind, ungrateful prosecutor recording the license plate number.

"Let's go out. It's almost time to take pictures. Let's deal with him by the way."

Alberto watched his father walk out of the room without saying a word.

His eyes fell on the safe on the side.

The lights are off.