American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

Gotham at night is always different, as if the beast is released from its cage as night falls.

On the top floor of the building, Miao Mu stood on the edge of the roof with his hands in his coat pockets and a thin cigar in his mouth, looking down at the darkness among the lights and feasting.

Barry stood nearby, wearing a police hat and a mask on his face to prevent being seen by Batman.

"Is this the city Batman protects?"

Barry looked at the flashing police lights below, and the car that crashed through the guardrail and escaped while being chased by a police car.

In the distance, there were the sounds of gunfire like frying beans, which made people feel a kind of unreal barbarism, showing its cruelty and horror.

"Can you tell me why you want to meet Batman? If what you said is true, you two shouldn't have any intersection now?"

Miaomu bit the cigarette butt and exhaled a puff of smoke from his mouth. The night wind made his waxed hair shake a little.

"Just forget it if you can't say it." Miao Mu shook his head.

"Yes." Barry looked up at the sky. There was no familiar bat light here, but there were thicker dark clouds.

"I came to this world by chasing a black speed force. That speed force gave me a familiar feeling. I know that guy, and..."

"Is that guy Batman?" Naegi turned around and asked.

Barry shook his head: "I don't know, but I fell down, so the guy should be there too, but I can't guarantee it, because I fell down first, so I want to confirm it with my own eyes."

Naegi didn't say anything. The speed force is indeed the standard feature of the Flash, but there are also many people who possess the speed force.

Apart from the Flash family, the most famous one should be the Flash's fateful villain, Reverse-Flash!

The leader of the Flash's fans, a man who can accompany the Flash to face the end of the world and can also speak of his worthiness.

However, the Speed ​​Force is associated with Batman, and Naegi can only think of one character, the Red Death!

Dark Multiverse, Batman from Planet Minus 52.

The Batman in that world took away the Flash's speed force. To be more precise, he merged with the Flash, becoming a two-in-one.

But... that guy was red, blood red, and he slaughtered all the villains and also caused the destruction of Planet -52.

"But...why is Batman late for work today?"

Miaomu looked down with some confusion. It seemed that Batman, the hardworking person in Gotham City, was absent from work today, or had gone somewhere else?

After all, Gotham City is not small, and the place chosen by Naegi is the place where Batman is most likely to appear, but he has not been seen yet.

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"Ah!"

Bruce Wayne, who was wearing a tuxedo, sneezed and pinched his nose with his hand.

Alfred stood by, helping Bruce straighten his collar, and advised him patiently:

"You are invited by Master Philip today. Don't act arrogant and run away in the middle of the auction. He is your uncle after all and represents the Kane family's reputation."

"I know." Bruce nodded helplessly and turned to look at the closed door.

The patriarch of the Kane family, Philip Kane, was sitting on the sofa in the living room, looking through a list of auction items.

From time to time, he turned his head to look at the oil painting on the staircase wall, his eyes lingering on the family of three in the painting, especially on the hostess, where he stayed the longest.

That was his sister Mary Wayne. Philip Kane lowered his head tiredly, unwilling to think about the past.

"Uncle, I'm ready."

When Philip heard the voice, he looked up quickly and saw Bruce, neatly dressed, coming down the stairs.

For a moment, Philip felt a little dazed. He seemed to see his sister's appearance in Bruce, but it was just a daze, because Bruce was as strong as an adult buffalo.

This made him feel relieved, yet a little sad.

However, these emotions were thrown behind him in the next second. Philip stood up and walked out, "Let's go."

Alfred walked to the front and opened the door for them. There was a stretched Lincoln parked outside.

Philip got into the car first, followed by Bruce.

There was also a girl in the car who was holding a cane and turning it in her hand. She was dressed in men's clothes and seemed a little willful and capricious. She looked at Bruce with a slight smile.

"Hey, our playboy has finally crawled out of his castle. Let me smell whether you have any woman's perfume on you."

As she spoke, she was about to pounce on Bruce, but was grabbed by Phillip with a dark face.

"Kate! Do you really want to embarrass me?"

Kate Kane sat back in her original position indifferently, and Bruce smiled. This was his cousin, Philip Kane's biological daughter.

Perhaps because of her mother, Kate's personality is completely different from her father Philip's calm personality.

But Bruce knew very well that his uncle was not an easy person to deal with when he was young. He was almost buried alive while exploring the cave ruins in Mexico.

Some of the items in the Gotham Museum were donated by him, and he is also the honorary curator of the Gotham Museum. The Kane family donates a sum of money for the maintenance of the museum every year.

The auction site was already crowded with a group of successful and upper-class people, and everyone present was either rich or noble, and of course there were also the sexy and hot female companions who were absolutely indispensable.

However, compared to these wealthy people, when the door opened, the person who attracted all the women's attention was Bruce Wayne, the richest bachelor in Gotham, who walked in.

Even those new rich people in Gotham who just boasted about how much profit they made in a month had to back off when they saw Bruce. His edge was untouchable.

The Wayne family's hundreds of years of reputation is enough to worth everything, and it also makes countless wealthy people willing to look at Bruce differently.

Of course, the premise of this is not to block everyone's financial path, otherwise, the glory of the Wayne family will always become a part of history.

Bruce did not have much fondness for such upper-class gatherings. He came here simply to fulfill Uncle Philip's invitation during his wandering life.

Bruce has seen the world. He is not a playboy in an ivory tower. He has lived in the slums of India and been in jail in politically unstable countries.

He engaged in smuggling under the oppression of the gangs, worked as an illegal miner in the mines under the control of warlords, and finally escaped.

The auction hasn't started yet. It's just a small party here. Bruce stands in an inconspicuous place, looking at the watch on his wrist, which is flashing Morse code.

However, although the place is inconspicuous, it cannot stop people with ulterior motives, such as a woman in a long skirt, with a sexy figure and beautiful looks, who walked over with a glass of sparkling wine.

He stared at Bruce for a moment and asked softly, "Would you like a drink?"

"Thank you, but no need..." Bruce refused casually, but when he saw the woman's beautiful face, he suddenly felt a little dazed.

The arrogance hidden under that charming smile, the unique color in her eyes, and the free and easy spirit in her bones made Bruce a little hesitant, and he even wanted to ask about the identity of this lady.

Because he was curious about what kind of person could integrate such complex emotions and states, the psychology he had studied did not seem to give him a suitable answer.

"Selina, if you think of me as a woman who is here for your money, congratulations, you guessed it right."

Selina smiled unabashedly, and Bruce was very happy with her frankness. "How much money do you need to keep me here?"

Selina leaned over and whispered in Bruce's ear: "That's a number you can't afford."

"What about tonight?" Bruce took the wine glass from Selina.

"Maybe you don't need to think about it, just let me perform for a while."

Selina licked her lips playfully. Her seductive red lips made Bruce look around and then he bent down to kiss her.

But Selina stepped aside, reluctantly, like a qualified angler, teasing the emotions of her prey all the time, while Bruce had a smile on his face.

"Bruce!" someone called him.

Bruce turned his head and saw Cameron, the friend he met at the last charity dinner.

Just when Bruce was about to raise his hand to say hello, Selina came over, put her arm around Bruce, and the softness of her chest gently touched his arm.

Bruce is also a normal man. His ascetic life is to train his physical strength and willpower, but it does not mean that he has no affection and response to beautiful women.

"Your female companion is very beautiful, Bruce, would you like to introduce her to me?"

Cameron walked over, wearing a light brown striped suit. He looked at Selena next to him with a smile and gave her a standard hand-kissing gesture.

"Selena."

"Cameron."

The two exchanged names, both with their own unique fake smiles, tacitly playing their own roles.

However, under this level of identity, they are still in the same industry.

No...it should be said that there are three people. Bruce is also playing his own role. Perhaps when night falls in Gotham City, they will meet in another identity.