American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

Central City, a peaceful and tranquil city.

Even the local police station seemed very calm, without so much chaos.

Barry Allen, a technical specialist in the Physical Evidence Department, was sitting in a chair, enjoying his lunch with a cup of coffee and a hamburger, with the completed physical evidence report next to him.

"Oh my god, that latest superhero is taking all our jobs away, this is really scary."

Barry's colleague, a police officer wearing glasses, walked in with a document in his hand, chattering nonstop. Although he said he was troubled, but... who doesn't want to have less work?

Barry munched on a burger, hiding his smug smile. An accident gave him super speed and also made him determined to become a superhero.

He hides himself well and appears in time when the citizens of this city need him most. He is the Flash!

Beep, beep. The phone next to me rang. The colleague with glasses reached out and picked up the phone.

"Yes, this is the Central City Police Department, Barry? Okay, wait a moment." The colleague put down the phone and turned around and shouted: "Barry, I'm calling you."

"Who is it?" Barry quickly stuffed the remaining bite of burger into his mouth, wiped his hands, and ran over to pick up the phone.

"Hello, my name is Barry Allen. How can I help you?"

"Hello, Flash."

The voice on the other end of the phone was relaxed, but to Barry it was like a thunderclap, making his ears buzz.

"What...what are you talking about?" Barry asked tentatively.

To be honest, he was panicking right now, just like being caught by the teacher when he was absent from class or late for school.

His career as a masked hero had just begun, so how could it end?

"Flash, Barry Allen, you've been pretty good lately. You wouldn't want your colleagues to know that you've been running around in a red tights when they aren't paying attention, right?"

"what are you talking about?!"

Barry's voice was a little loud, which attracted the attention of his colleagues. Barry quickly lowered his voice:

"who are you?"

"I... I am a mysterious person. I hope to see you in Gotham City at 7 o'clock tonight. I think it's in Arkham District. There is a small pier over there. You will see it."

"By the way, if I don't see you tonight, your true identity will be published in the Central City newspapers tomorrow morning, leaving you, a superhero, with no secrets."

The call was hung up, and Barry put the phone back in a daze. His heart was in a mess.

Now he is not the superhero he will be in the future, but a young boy who fights with passion and interest.

He was completely caught off guard when encountering such a thing. He was just a small figure, how could he be discovered?

Seeing that he looked unhappy, his colleague shouted quickly: "Barry? Barry!" and shook him with his hand.

"Huh?" Barry finally responded.

"What's wrong with you?" a colleague asked with concern.

"Nothing, just thinking of something." Barry shook his head and changed the subject. "I'm going to go out for a while. I'll leave first."

After saying that, he ran out in a hurry. In an empty corner outside the police station, Barry took out a uniform he had made from his trouser pocket. The material was his own red jacket.

With super speed, he folded it into a small package, and when he opened it, he was revealing a uniform. It looked a bit simple, but it had the iconic yellow lightning on the chest and the small lightning on the ears.

Although it's a bit rough, Barry still likes this uniform very much. He has recently been considering using a special elastic material to make a uniform for himself that can reduce resistance.

However, it seems too late now.

With a whoosh, Barry finished changing his clothes, put on a yellow belt around his waist, and stomped his feet on the ground twice.

Barry accelerated instantly and ran across the road like a gust of wind, talking on the phone while running.

"Rick, do you know which direction Gotham is in? Send me a map. Okay, thank you."

Barry looked at the route marked on the map on his phone and ran along the road towards Gotham.

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Gotham, this ancient city, is never so beautiful at night, so much so that Barry doesn't dare to run around here.

Because he saw a guy in a black uniform jumping down from the upstairs, Barry thought he was desperate, so he hurried over to meet him and planned to catch him.

As a result, it spread its wings in the air and flew over like a big bat, landed at the intersection in front, rushed into a bar, and smashed things around.

Isn't this a bad guy?

The simple-minded Barry immediately imagined this character in his mind: this is definitely a villain, and an enemy of a superhero.

This must stop him. Barry stepped on the ground and rushed into the bar with super speed, then ran out again.

It was too... too dangerous. He went in to save people, but the bartenders in the bar pulled out their guns and started shooting.

He almost ran headfirst into the swarm of bullets, his body couldn't stop the bullets, and as soon as he came out of super speed, Barry heard a burst of intense gunfire in the bar behind him.

He felt a little worried about the bat man in black who had just rushed in. He looked around and quietly went in.

Then we saw Batman fighting one against seventeen.

In the thick and choking smoke, the sound of bones breaking and the screams of those people were heard continuously.

In this dark night, especially when the power was out in the bar, there was only the flickering light of the flashlights, which was very scary.

With that, there was a dull thud, and there was no other sound in the bar except the painful groans of those lying on the ground.

Barry, hiding in the corner of the door, suddenly wanted to call the police.

There was a sound of something heavy being dragged, and Batman dragged a boss-looking guy out of the bar.

He threw the man directly onto the street. The boss-looking guy fell to the ground, screamed, and then came to his senses, looking at Batman who was as scary as a devil.

He didn't even think about it, he just started running, but before he took two steps, he was kicked down by Batman, who tapped his fingers a few times on the microcomputer.

Batman grabbed the guy and used a voice changer to make his voice low, hoarse, and cold enough to make people shudder.

"Tell me, what does Falcone want to do again?"

"I have no idea!"

The man struggled violently and tried to crawl on the ground, but Batman stepped on him and he couldn't move at all.

Two car lights appeared in front of him and the man looked up.

It was the Batmobile that was speeding over, and like a rampaging armored vehicle, it was rushing towards this side without slowing down.

"I don't know, I really don't know!"

The man was so scared that he almost cried, and his hands and feet were flailing on the ground like a turtle trapped under a rock.

Batman looked at him coldly, like a statue cast in cast iron, without any human touch, but only a terrifying and heaviness that made people despair.

The Batmobile was getting closer and closer, and its wide tires could run directly over the man's head.

Ten meters, eight meters, seven meters, six meters, that person could see the patterns of the Batmobile's tires as they rolled over the ground.

"I said!!!"

The man shouted in despair, and Barry, who had already entered super speed next to him, almost stepped off the track and fell to the ground.

Batman grabbed the man by the collar and continued questioning.

"Roman's sister is back. She's the head of the Chicago Mafia, the Vitti Family. That's all I know. I'm telling you everything!"

Batman stared into the man's eyes, threw him to the ground, tapped his fingers on the microcomputer, and the Batmobile turned around on the spot, and the huge rear wheels slowly pressed towards this side.

The man was so scared that he lost his mind. "Falcone's son is back too, Alberto at Newton University. He brought back a business that can put the Romans back on top of Gotham!"

"What is it?" Batman asked quickly.

"I really don't know, make it stop!!!"

The man was almost scared to death. The rear wheel of the Batmobile was less than half a meter away from his head.

Just as the tire was about to roll down, the Batmobile stopped and the man shuddered all over and fainted from fright.

Batman raised his arm, took down the microcomputer and checked it. Just as he was about to get in the car, he saw Barry standing in a daze at the door of the bar.

Barry looked at him, then quickly sped away, not daring to stay here for another second.

Batman looked at Barry who flashed by and felt a little confused, but that night he did see a guy with extremely fast speed. Was he related to Naegi?

Batman paused with his hand holding the computer and jumped onto the Batmobile. No matter how it changed, he would stay in Gotham. This was his home and the place he swore to protect.