This bat cub looks very weak

"Unlucky Pop." Talia repeated the name in her mind, but found that she had no impression of this name.

He is just a child. No matter how capable he is, what can he do?

Although Talia thought so, she didn't think it was necessarily right. She didn't want to suffer a big loss because of underestimating the enemy.

"Okay, Bat, I won't bother you anymore. I still have to take care of some of my own things. See you later, my love." Talia didn't want to get too entangled with these two people, so she chose to leave immediately. A pretty figure disappeared into the night sky, leaving Dorothy and Batman speechless.

"Where have you been?" After a long time, Batman spoke first.

"Ah, well, didn't I tell you to first investigate what happened to the people who were rescued? Then I went to investigate, but..." Dorothy paused for a moment here.

"But?" Batman looked at Dorothy, obviously sensing that the girl had something else to say. Moreover, Batman had actually noticed the presence of someone behind him a long time ago, but the other person had been watching him, and he thought someone was watching him. However, he was upset and didn't want to take the initiative for the time being, so the two of them just sat on the rooftop facing each other with their backs to each other and enjoying the breeze.

It was not Batman's strong intuition that exposed the other party's existence, but the slight smell of blood on the other party. Batman was wondering if the other party had killed someone or encountered something? But because of the cold wind on the roof, the smell of blood on the other party had faded a lot.

If it weren't for the appearance of Unlucky Pope, he would have thought it was on Talia. After all, the Assassin's League are ruthless.

"Yes, something happened, but I found some clues about the murderer behind the scenes." Dorothy briefly told Batman what happened.

Batman frowned under his mask, and Dorothy's words made his frown even tighter. After a moment of silence, Batman spoke up, "You mean, Manticores eat people in this city, and there is a chance that they will mimic the appearance of the people they eat, and then continue to live among the people."

There was some annoyance in Batman's voice. He looked at Dorothy with some annoyance, and couldn't help but start to vent his anger on her.

But reason told him that the other party was just here to arrest people. If the other party had not appeared, he would not even be able to notice the change in the situation.

"Here you go." Dorothy handed Batman a handkerchief sealed in a transparent plastic bag. The plastic bag contained a blood-stained handkerchief.

"The blood on this handkerchief belongs to Manticore. You can check it out. Maybe you can find out the identity of Manticore in his human form. Then there is the body in that room. Do you want to deal with it yourself or call the police?" Dorothy asked Batman.

"I know. I'll take care of it." Batman put his hand on his face. He wanted to loosen his frowning brows with his hands, but the moment he touched it, he realized that he was wearing a mask on his face and he couldn't touch his brows at this moment.

Dorothy looked at Batman and regretted that she shouldn't have been a teammate with Batman. Because some things are most convenient to solve alone. Once there is someone to take care of, it is impossible to deal with those things in the most direct way.

For example, Dorothy is a little soft-hearted now.

Ah, grass!

This is the downside of knowing the plot too well. You always know what huge burdens these masked figures are carrying.

You will always treat the other person with sympathy, pity, or even pity, but the other person may be puzzled by your inexplicable attitude. So the best way to do it is not to ask or care.

That's what Dorothy thought at the beginning, but the situation is different now. She has started to get involved, and it is very difficult for people to control their emotions.

Afterwards, Batman was responsible for finding out the true identity of Manticore and dealing with the room that looked like a scene from a horror movie, while the night patrol job was temporarily handed over to Dorothy.

Instead of letting the other person be idle, it is better to take the initiative to find something for him to do. After all, Bugsy Pop did a very good job helping with the night patrol yesterday.

There are indeed some differences between Gotham ten years ago and Gotham ten years later. It's like Gotham ten years later has learned to close early, while Gotham ten years ago is still in a state of partying every night.

So in this sinful city full of crime, there are fights, smoking and drinking. Homeless people can be seen everywhere on the streets at night, drunkards lying on the streets, and people lying in some alleys, not knowing whether they are alive or dead.

No wonder Batman needs an assistant.

After giving a good beating to the hooligans who attempted to commit indecent acts against a few girls in an alley, Dorothy received a message from Batman.

The content of the information was naturally about the owner of the bloodstain on the handkerchief.

Dorothy looked at the information and smiled. She finally came across a good thing. At least she knew the true identity of the owner of the body that Manticore was using at the moment.

Although the replica will copy all the information and identity of the person it devours, this may also mean that the replica uses the body genes of that person. As long as we check the identity of the person copied by Manticore and adjust the surveillance, we may be able to find the location of Manticore.

However, putting aside the fact that Dorothy cannot determine whether Manticore can replicate genes, if Manticore changes her identity to another person before Dorothy catches her, then waiting for the next opportunity might be a bit uncertain.

So it would be best if this matter can be resolved quickly.

It was already early morning, and in a suburban manor, a woman with a strange posture was limping towards the house in the manor.

The surroundings were extremely quiet, without a single sound. The manor was as dim as a haunted castle in a horror movie, eerie and gloomy, as if any traveler who came would be swallowed up without leaving even a trace.

However, the woman walked towards the manor house without fear, and there was still some expectation in her eyes. However, in the next second, the woman was tripped by something and fell to the ground. She lay on the ground, but her hands and body continued to crawl towards the house consciously.

"Really? How could it become like this, you stupid woman?" A male voice suddenly sounded in front of the woman.

The woman raised her head immediately when she heard the voice. In the dim environment, she couldn't see the other person's face, but she recognized the other person's voice.

"I'm sorry." The woman quickly lowered her head and said humbly.

"Really? Don't sneak out next time. You can eat whatever you want in my manor. We can control the world as long as we are in a safe place, but you want to go out. Why do you want to leave me? We agreed to stay together forever." The man said gently, but there was a hint of crazy paranoia in his tone, which made his words sound sinister.

Finally, he helped the woman up with a distressed look on his face and took her to the manor. This woman was Manticore. When she first came to this world, she met this man beside her. At that time, the man was like a beast imprisoned in a cage, and could only growl in the cage day after day. Although he could not escape the cage, he had infinite cruelty in his heart.

The sudden appearance of Manticore was the key to unlocking this cage. She admired this man, admired his ruthlessness, admired the bloody smell on him, just like her own kind, no, not the same kind, he was unique.

Manticore looked at him with a hint of fascination in her eyes. She seemed to have been in a similar state before, but for some reason, she could no longer remember the figure of that person.

Perhaps there is some connection between that person and this person? Manticore thought so.