I become light in Marvel

Chapter 19 Justice or Revenge

A few minutes later, Batman was already lying on the dining table in the back kitchen of the coffee shop, dying.

Carla hid by the door and watched the situation in the room secretly.Shen You took off his bat helmet, revealing the handsome but bruised face of Gotham's son Bruce Wayne.

"Is he dead?" Carla asked quietly.

"Not yet, but it should be soon if you leave it alone."

Shen You took out the first aid kit, took out two bullets from his body and made some bandages.

The old wizard leaned over to take a look, and seemed to have a good first impression of this rich second-generation transvestite, and even handed him a healing spell.

The old wizard's mana exhaustion can't make any large spells at the moment, but the simple healing spell is still easy to come by.Throwing a spell had an immediate effect, and Bruce's face, which was nearly as pale as death, soon turned blood, and it didn't take long for him to wake up.

The young Batman opened his eyes bewilderedly.

At first glance, I saw the bright lights and the strange ceiling.

At the second glance, I noticed an old man with a beard and a handsome oriental man standing around in a "you woke up and the operation was successful" standing.

After brushing the ground with the whole person, it bounced up, almost tearing the freshly bandaged wound.

"Calm down, we picked you up from the dumpster in the back alley, you almost died."

Bruce was silent, as if gradually beginning to remember what happened tonight.Seeing the bandages on his body and the first aid kit next to him, he also quickly realized what had happened.

He snorted coldly, ignoring the screams of his body and stubbornly wanted to get off the table.But it was obvious that his body hadn't slowed down yet, and he almost fell down after shaking for a while.

Shen You stretched out his hand to support him: "This is not a good idea."

"I don't need help," Bruce said dryly.

Shen You shrugged: "Okay."

Then he abruptly withdrew his hand.

puff.

Bruce fell to the ground.

The arrogant old Bat didn't say a word, and struggled to get up while leaning on the edge of the table.Shen You gestured to the TV that was turned on next to him: "Did you have a good date with GCPD tonight?"

He turned his head and saw that the news that GCPD organized the siege of Batman tonight was being broadcast on the TV news.A potbellied police officer said to the camera that they are sure Batman is injured and hope that citizens who have his whereabouts will report it to the police.

Bruce frowned, a bit dissatisfied with the bragging of the pot-bellied police officer: "They can't hurt me with their own abilities. Someone leaked my whereabouts to them, predicted my way of action, and was still in the Batmobile. A bomb is set in it.

A new face, calling himself 'The Riddler'. "

Shen You understood.Dare is that the Riddler borrowed a knife to kill people, and borrowed the Gotham police as his own knife to get rid of Batman.

It should be the first time for the fledgling master tonight to deal with members of his future Arkham fan support group, and he doesn't have the rich experience of mixing with mentally ill people like he will in the future.It is inevitable to be a little deflated for the first time.

But his arrogant temperament that refuses to admit defeat has never changed.Watching the chubby police officer on TV still proudly talking to the camera about how Batman was beaten by them tonight, Bruce snorted softly.

"I was careless, but there will be no next time."

"What's your plan next time? Build a set of armor with a horsepower of [-] tons, and add a propeller that can fly faster than the speed of light?" Shen You said, "Of course, you can definitely do it, sooner or later. But what do you think? Is that what you want? Is that what you want Batman to be like?"

Bruce was silent.

It seems that for the first time, Bruce started to look at Shen You directly, and met his four eyes, as if he wanted to penetrate his eyes and see through his thoughts with the sharp gaze of the greatest detective in the world.

"What are you trying to say?" Bruce said harshly.

"It's nothing. I haven't been in this city long, but I've seen this place, and its people. I've seen them struggling for life, trying their best to find hope in the dark.

Your presence has indeed brought about some changes.Rumors started to spread, people started talking about Batman, and people started to believe that even in a place like Gotham, you could have a chance to hope for the bright future.

But is this what you want?

Or rather, what is Batman to you?Is the justice you seek?Or a tool for revenge? "

Bruce stared at him blankly for a moment.

Then he supported his body that had already slowed down, and picked up the helmet and cloak.

"That's none of your business."

Batman, who put on his battle suit and mask again, stumbled away.

He was distraught.Not only because of Batman's defeat tonight, but also not entirely because of Shen You's words - if it was said by ordinary people, he would definitely not listen to it.

As luck would have it, a similar altercation had occurred in the Batcave with his butler Alfred earlier today, before he left the lair.

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"You can't go on like this."

Alfred sternly advised, "You are trying to shoulder a responsibility that is impossible for a flesh and blood body. Anyone will be crushed, sooner or later. At least you can't do it alone, no Any help."

"I have your help, Alfred."

Bruce is buckling up his utility belt as he speaks, the gear he just updated this week from the tech department.

"I also only need your advice."

"That's the problem, sir. You don't trust anyone, and I don't think that includes me," said Alfred calmly.

"I let you know what I'm doing, and let you sit in this damn batcave." Bruce said coldly, putting on his cloak, "You still think I didn't give you enough trust?"

Alfred shook his head.

"No, it's not trust, it's punishment or at least your way of expressing anger. I watched you grow up and I can always guess what you're thinking.

Just as you also know that not all JCs in GCPD are corrupt to the core, at least you know that Gordon is a good guy.

Even so, it never occurred to you to seek his help. "

Bruce stopped what he was doing and looked at him blankly.

Alfred continued: "At that time, you were a little boy, and you were alone in that alley, watching the bodies of the two of them turn cold little by little.

No one came, no one helped.Without me, without Gordon, without any of the citizens of Gotham...and without Batman.

So you're going to punish us in this way. Let's just sit on the sidelines.

Why am I in the batcave?Master?I think it's because you want me to be here and watch you do things that neither me nor Gordon nor anyone else can do.You left us all out and let us watch you do what we couldn't do, to take revenge on those who hurt you as punishment.

But if you insist on doing so, master, Batman will only become a shadow of your past, an infinite magnification of the lingering shadow in your heart.Sooner or later, he will end up being a demon rather than a creature of justice or hope.

Soon he will be down, and so will you. "

Bruce and him stared at each other for a long time without speaking.

Then donned the helmet in silence and activated the Batmobile.

"I have to go, Alfred." He said coldly through his voice changer, "Don't wait for me."

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Alfred's words still echoed in his ears.

What the hell is Batman?

He avoided his eyes and ears and walked into the deserted alley, gasped for a moment against the wall, took off the claw and rope from his belt, and prepared to throw the claw on the roof.

At the same time, I made up my mind that I must go to the company's technical department to design a new equipment that can replace the claw rope when I go back this trip.

He leaned against the wall for a few seconds to recover, and was drawn to the sound of the block across the street before throwing his claws.

Two older children were holding a teenager against the corner, forcing him to hand over the pocket money in his backpack.

Batman's first reaction was to go up and stop it.

But after a few seconds, he realized that it was not necessary.

The boy suddenly became short, and knocked down one of them with a sweeping leg.Then came a nice right uppercut that knocked the second big kid to the ground.

Two young petty muggers run off like shit.The boy raised his middle finger at them from behind.

"Boss Shen taught me, you idiots." He said triumphantly.

Without a word, Batman stepped back into the darkness.

The question that the young man asked himself echoed in his mind again.

Justice, or revenge?

Or, what does the city need from Batman?

He threw his claws and climbed onto the roof.

Disappeared in the vast night of Gotham.