My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

Eric, who was resting, had a dream.

Nightmare about Batman.

In the dream, a bearded man in a felt hat is cooking.

There are delicious eggs fried in the pan, and the oil juice is constantly splashing on it.

There is a scent in the whole kitchen.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound from the direction of the living room.

It seemed that someone was about to break in.

He immediately noticed all this vigilantly, put down the pot, quietly walked to the cupboard in the kitchen, opened the drawer, and prepared to take out the weapon inside.

The revolver isn't there, Mr. Joe Chell. I've taken it.

The sound of an intruder came from the direction of the living room.

The pupils of the guy named Joe Chell dilated instantly.

He quickly reached into the drawer and fumbled around, but the revolver he had prepared was gone.

Then he ran in the direction of the fireplace in a panic.

But the hoarse voice of the uninvited guest in the living room once again destroyed his hopes, The shotgun behind the fireplace is also mine.

The voice was hoarse and piercing, exactly like the voice of Batman haunting the streets of Gotham.

And the .50 pistol in the bedroom, you don't need to bother looking for it anymore, although it will eventually fall on your head.

Joe, there was a drop of sweat on Chel's forehead, he pretended to be calm, I'm looking for chili, bastard!

He picked up a fork from the dining table and held it in his hand. It seemed to give him some courage. He walked towards the living room step by step, Don't you know? Chili can help digestion and solve sensitive stomach problems.

Leaning his head against the kitchen door, he quietly listened to the voices coming from the living room.

I said, you're not so elusive anymore. Are you? Big ears?

Joe Chell yelled at Batman in the direction of the living room.

After the panic, he was calm. He knew that Batman would come, and this was the opportunity he had been waiting for.

You... are not so secretive anymore.

Quietly opening the kitchen door a crack, he looked into the dark direction of the living room.

Boom!

The wooden door was pushed open, and Batman, wearing a black helmet and hiding his whole body in the dark night, broke in.

He stared at Joe Chell with cold eyes, I'm lucky, but you are unlucky!

Grab the wrist that Joe stabbed with a knife and fork, break it one by one, and break it towards his shoulder.

Pooh!

The knife and fork went into Joe's shoulder.

Whoa!

Blood spurted out all of a sudden, and Joe snorted coldly in pain.

For criminals, Batman doesn't know anything about human rights. He grabs Joe who is humming in pain, presses his head, and presses him onto the iron pan that is dripping with oil.

The hot oil spray flew to his forehead, and he shivered from the pain.

Just as he was about to curse, the flames under the pot suddenly burst out with a huh.

The small fire turned into a big fire, enveloping the entire iron pot.

Joe's hair nearly burned.

Go away... go away!

He cursed at Batman.

Batman was unmoved, and continued to press Joe's head, You know what? Because you embedded the shotgun in the back of the gas pipe, causing it to leak. A big meal like this, the end result is you The damn house was set on fire.

Gas was leaking, and the flames in the stove kept rising.

Batman had no intention of turning off the gas. He let go of Joe's head and asked him, What happened to that dead kid in Crime Lane? Say it!

Batman came just for the kid who died in Crime Alley for many days and was arranged by mechanical agencies.

A shot fired by the dead child did not hurt Bruce Wayne.

After many days of investigation, he finally found the important clue of this case - Joe Chell!

(Joe Chell's identity has always been a mystery in the DC world. He is the murderer who killed Batman's parents, but his true identity has always been a mystery. Some people say that he is an ordinary robber, and some people say that he is hired by the gang Boss Luke Merkerson killed Wayne's parents, some people say he is just a figment of non-existent person.)

snort!

Joe snorted coldly, pulled the fork off his shoulder, and pressed the wound as if nothing had happened.

He ignored Batman, walked to the high cabinet, opened it, and took out a bag of peppers from it.

See, Pepper!

Joe poured the peppers completely into the pan and scrambled with eggs and broccoli.

While frying, he said to Batman: Do you know what the interesting thing is? Big ears? This meal is made for you, the last meal before the end of the era.

Batman didn't want to talk to him like this, so he went straight to the point, That child doesn't have any birth certificate, no identity certificate, no record, ten years old...

Thirteen years and four months.

Joe corrected the error in Batman's words, Huh! I think he's taken up my mantle perfectly, shooting the Waynes in Crime Alley.

The DNA results show that he is your son, but you have never had children!

Batman continued to question Joe. As he questioned, the flames in the kitchen grew bigger and bigger. The curtains had already been ignited, and it was estimated that they would soon spread to the entire room.

Joe didn't seem to see his burning house, and continued to stir the contents of the pot, Ha, he made you miserable, didn't he? Is the stomach still sensitive? That's why I thought about adding chili. …”

Bruce, Bruce Wayne, I know everything, everything about you! He said triumphantly to Batman.

Batman couldn't hold back the anger in his heart anymore, he grabbed Joe's clothes, Who the hell is that boy you left in the alley?!

who is he?!

Joe didn't show any fear, he looked directly into Bruce's eyes, You already know, you always know everything! Over the years, haven't you ever thought about why? Gun, for that pearl necklace? Do you mean it?

The raging flames surrounded the kitchen, and the smoke spread to the living room. If it was not stopped, the entire room might be reduced to ashes.

But Joe continued to stare at Batman with crazy eyes, Well, there will be no more secrets! Welcome to the last case, detective!

There was complete madness in his voice.

Batman saw the burning flames in his eyes.

Understand?

He yelled at Batman: Tonight it will be your house that burns, not mine! Your house, it will burn to the ground!

Batman's heart is lit.

For a moment, he felt a sense of fear!

That is the fear of the collapse of the belief that you hold on!

He had vaguely guessed all the truth of this case, but he still didn't dare to think in that direction, until Joe Chell said it, and he had to face it!

If it's true, then...what's the point of me being Batman?

He murmured, staring blankly at the lit room.