The world lets us meet Super Bat Super

Bruce quickly changed his clothes and left the manor, leaving only Clark and Alfred in the lobby of Nuo Da.

Clark felt a burst of nervousness, and quickly stood up to help Alfred clean up the dinner plate.

Alfred didn't refuse this time, he seemed to see Clark's restraint, and patted his arm reassuringly.

"The master is not very talkative, and he is very stubborn. Thank you for your hard work."

"No, Bruce is very nice and helped me a lot." Clark retorted subconsciously.

But the next second he realized what he had said, and his face turned red.

He originally planned to separate anyway, so he simply kept it a secret and let Bruce decide whether to disclose their relationship later.

He knew that some old people could not accept such a relationship.

"Feel sorry."

"Why are you sorry." Alfred's eyes were gentle and full of wisdom, as if he could see Clark's heart, "I want to thank you."

"Thank me?"

"Did you know? Master, he is a murderer." Alfred said calmly without directly answering Clark's question.

"It's impossible!" Clark said firmly.

"He is," Alfred said. "In order for Batman to come into this world, he sacrificed Bruce Wayne. He killed the crying little boy."

Clark froze for a moment.

"I look forward to the day when someone can save him from this 'bat curse'." Alfred said, "I thought that person would be Miss Rachel, but unfortunately I was wrong, and that failure Almost broke him."

"But this time I saw the master, from the first moment I saw him, I felt that something was different."

He smiled gently, as happy as a child who finally got his favorite toy after going through untold hardships.

"I'm so grateful that you brought that dead boy back to life."

Clark couldn't help but think of Bruce when we first met, Bruce now, and the bronze statue standing on the street and Officer Robin's few words of description, feeling a little sore in his heart.

"I've said from the beginning that what I care about is Bruce's future, not Batman's future." Alfred said, leading Clark to the master bedroom on the second floor, with an unprecedented tone of tone, "Maybe To a lot of people it's ridiculous how a good-for-nothing playboy can be compared to the Dark Knight of Gotham."

"However, in my opinion, it doesn't matter if you lose everything, saving his life is the most important thing."

"It's not funny at all," Clark said.

Alfred smiled at him, opened the door of the master bedroom, "Come in, Master Clark."

The bedroom is spotless, and it can be seen that it has been carefully maintained and cleaned.

"There are some old newspapers I collected in the bookcase under the desk, maybe you can use them to pass the time." Alfred winked at him mischievously, "I think you must be interested, yes, it's best Pack it up before the master finds out."

After Alfred left, Clark immediately opened the bookcase, and there was indeed a thick stack of yellowed old newspapers inside.

The top portion still had some dry water stains on it, and the headline read: Knights Fall.

In the evening, the mayor's office.

Gordon stood by the window and watched the staff in the square below check the various facilities at the memorial meeting for the last time.

In five years, it will be the fourth time he has presided over the memorial service of his longtime friend, but this time it seems to be very different.

After five years of construction, everything in Gotham is finally on the right track. Just four months ago, the United States officially re-accepted Gotham, and a large number of businessmen and tourists flocked here. Obsessed with an artistic atmosphere - this place is no longer the sinful city that once made people's faces change.

And he could finally straighten his back to comfort his old friend.

At this moment, the door was knocked lightly twice.

"Let's put it on the table, I'll approve it tomorrow."

Gordon thought it was his secretary who came to deliver the documents that needed his approval, but there was no sound of footsteps and no answer. Gordon immediately sensed that something was wrong, turned around and drew his gun in one go, but when he saw the man behind him clearly At that time, even Mayor Gordon, who had seen the storm, couldn't help but lose his voice in an instant.

"……you……"

"Long time no see." Bruce said.

The tone at the beginning is more like Batman's deep voice, but it becomes more cheerful as it goes on, and finally becomes the cheerful tone of the Gotham baby persuading the guests at the banquet.

So Gordon understood that he was secretly telling himself that he was not standing here as Batman.

He smiled in relief, "You can really hide."

"It was just an accident." Bruce took a few steps forward and stood beside him by the window.

"Then you missed a lot, old man." Gordon laughed when he heard the words.

"That's why I came to find you."

"Bane died the first year you were gone."

"How did you die?"

"The clown killed it."

Bruce didn't think of this answer, and he tilted his head to look at Gordon.

Gordon sighed slowly, "Together with the remaining members of the League of Assassins and Baine's Legion, they are all dead. When I arrived, I only saw the clown laughing wildly in the firelight."

"It's not like him," Bruce said.

Torturing a person's soul hard, making a good person collapse in despair is the favorite game of that lunatic. He usually ignores other criminals in Gotham. To him, those people are boring. He didn't want them until he got their tricks.

"Because he hasn't defeated you yet, but you were killed by someone else, so he completely lost the chance to defeat you." Gordon shook his head, "So he probably thinks that killing the person who killed you is the same as killing you." To prove that I am better than you? I can't understand the idea of ​​​​a madman anyway."

"I'm glad for that." Bruce said with a headache, "And then?"

"Gotham was indeed in chaos for a while, and many troublesome characters took the opportunity to escape from Arkham." Gordon said, "Speaking of it, I may have to thank Bane, he really completely destroyed the original order of Gotham , but it is precisely because of this that the new order can be established so unimpeded."

"The previous chaos almost wiped out the original power of Gotham, and those who survived in the end, no matter whether they were good or bad in the past, in order to survive, so that they and their families do not have to experience the same disaster again, their strength is unprecedented. condensed." Gordon said, "I wish you could see it with your own eyes, old friend. Those people could have been gangsters, drug lords, gangsters, penguins, frozen men, two-faced men, clowns, riddles Black Mask's men, but back then they were all great guys, fighters and brave men who overcame their fear of their old bosses and stood together, risking their lives, to help us fight those men and let them go I would never have imagined a scene like this in the past.”

"We fought together for nearly two years, and finally got the last guy back."

"Then is the most important thing." Gordon's tone became serious. "Gotham held a democratic vote. With 95% approval, the mayor officially passed the resolution to restore the death penalty law."

"Death penalty?"

Bruce's voice shifted for a moment, and Gordon looked at him.

"Don't you agree?"

"Didn't I say that?" Bruce's expression was a little strange, and he couldn't tell whether it was joy or sorrow, "I want to kill them in my dreams, but I don't have the right to do so."

"Ha, that sounds like something you could say." Gordon said briskly.

"That's it. There's a 'bang'." Gordon gestured to shoot. "Our old friends can no longer escape and continue to do evil."

Bruce didn't speak. At this moment, he thought of Harvey, thought of Rachel, thought of the tragedies and deaths he had witnessed one after another, and finally stranded his memories in the blood-stained crime alley.

Gordon's statement continued, but the voices seemed unreal to him as if they were floating in the sky.

"The gangs of the older generation were completely damaged, and now only the Penguin still exists. You know, that guy loves money and loves money, but he is a rare type who doesn't touch ordinary people easily, and the crimes on the surface are not enough. The point of the death penalty."

"Of course there will be new forces emerging, but in the past few years I have been committed to perfecting the laws of Gotham, and the judicial system has gradually recovered. The early birds have been dealt with, and the remaining ones dare not go too far. Much better than we were back then."

Bruce closed his glasses, finally completely relieved, "That's great."

"You won't leave this time, will you?" Gordon smiled, "But it's really troublesome, Bruce Wayne's citizenship has been revoked, and I personally attended his memorial service, I have to think about it. This is an excuse to help you restore your identity. You may not know it. Now everyone says you are a hero. The clean energy you developed with the entire Wayne Company played a huge role in rebuilding Gotham. If you still It's a bit difficult to maintain your idiot playboy persona."

"As for the proceeds of the project, except for part of the proceeds that should belong to you, which is used to repair Wayne Manor, the rest was donated by Mr. Alfred to Gotham for the construction of welfare homes and love projects, but now you are back, These things should belong to you..."

"No, Jim." Bruce cut him off.

He quietly looked at the bustling street outside the window, and suddenly smiled, no matter how scary his own smile was to Gordon.

"That's enough."