I really don't care

The clown who caused Moore to fall to the point before is dead, and indirectly caused by his second-hand smoker Aubrey Case.

Moore has brains, he's not stupid.

He also has a way out, and he is not reckless.

Before Moore came to find the Joker, he called someone.He had never contacted this person before, and if it wasn't for this incident, he probably wouldn't have contacted him.

He figured out a retreat for himself, no matter what, he had to pull Aubrey Case off-whether he was or not, he just had to pull Aubrey off the horse.

He called that person, so when he looked back and got in touch, Secondhand Smoke's second-in-command became that person.

That person was Pine Henry, another of Moore's subordinates.

Moore has three direct subordinates, one is Clarence Keino in New York, one is Aubrey Keyes in Gotham, and the other is Pine Henry, whom the other two don't even know.

Thinking of Aubrey's rampant expression, Moore took out the custom-made pen that he had walked by before from his shirt pocket on his chest, smiled slightly, and then threw it away.

This thing is useless now, after all, everyone is dead.

Pine reported the situation on the phone, and Moore listened here, and finally he smiled and hung up the phone, "Understood."

At some point behind him stood a person, he said silently: "Moore, I think you need to manage them, what if he betrays you next time?"

Moore let out a long "hmm", and then said in the expectant eyes of the people behind him: "It's okay, isn't there you here?"

The person behind him—that is, Tony Stark, he showed a smug expression very much, and then stretched out his hand to give Moore a hug.

The light in Moore's eyes flashed, and he hugged Tony back without saying a word.

If Pine Henry can reverse it, he will show him it!Moore's eyes were full of sarcasm.

*

The bridge between Gotham and Metropolis has been repaired once again.

The Joker has disappeared and no one can reach him.

The Harley Quinn made a crazy noise in Gotham, but was finally suppressed by the Bat family.Poison Ivy took advantage of this, but Harley Quinn didn't make trouble anymore.

For a while, most of the mental patients settled down, and the actions of the gangsters became much smaller.

The night is low and the moon and stars are scarce.

At the nearest ferry to the bridge connecting the two cities, the sound of wooden warehouses could be faintly heard.

They seem to be very restrained, very few open wooden warehouses, and some simply install silencers.

However, things are not as beautiful as they thought.

There was the roaring sound of a locomotive in the distance. The sound should be the kind with a large displacement and a heavy body.

The mere realization of this is enough for these people to panic.

"The locomotive! That kid is here!"

"Quick, quick! Withdraw!"

For a while, all kinds of retreating sounds came from different places on the ferry, which really showed how capable the person was.

It is obvious that the person who can make these gangsters completely give up their losses or interests is a very intimidating and terrifying person.

The sound of the locomotive gradually approached.

It was obvious that the voice was far away just now, but now that it is heard, there is a feeling of being close at hand!

Gradually, he could see the person rushing out of the thin fog of Gotham in his eyes.

There is something like a cloak behind him.

As we all know, in Gotham, there are two anti-heroes who appear on motorcycles.

"It's the green bite!" Everyone realized this, and someone was the first to shout out.

One, Red Hood, wearing a hood, tights, and leather jacket, and one, Moll Wayne, running around in a windbreaker and Martin boots without covering his face.

Yes, it is the biological son of Bruce Wayne who will appear in various news and media during the day, and he is now the second eldest in the family.

He showed his face in public, but these criminals had to be convinced, they didn't let Lubite get wounds on his body!

Everyone knows what the real name of Green Bite is, but there is no way to kill Green Bite or kidnap Bruce Wayne, because recently it feels like there are more and more superheroes.

Kidnapping a Bruce Wayne and he not only saves himself, but kills their captors, or in the case of Red Robin or Robin and Green Bite coming to the rescue.

In short, it is too difficult for this Gotham rich man to be kidnapped.

Because of this, Moore successfully made his sense of existence among these desperate gangsters a lot more obvious.

"Get down!" someone yelled.

As expected, Moore took out the wooden bin from his windbreaker and began to shoot.

After a sudden pause, many people fell down.

Only then did Moore put the spent rifle back into the windbreaker, and then swayed the locomotive left and right, successfully avoiding the bullets flying towards him.

Then drift skillfully and stop the locomotive.

Such a big person disappeared from the locomotive all at once.

When these people held the wooden warehouse and didn't know what to do, the "God's punishment" came!

Moore fell from the sky, bringing down one after another.

Moore is no longer familiar with this series of operations.

Start the car, pull out the wooden warehouse from a distance, and then shoot the parking lot, justice will come from heaven.

This is all learned from Moore's younger brother-Jason Todd.

Seeing Moore's skillful posture, I don't know how many times he has done it, and now he is almost proficient enough to be comparable to the original owner of this set of operations.

"Well... let's go back." After Moore finished dealing with the matter, he happily prepared to return to Wayne Manor—this was his intentional decision to go back.

After all, today is...Christmas.

*

Because it's Christmas, almost every house is brightly lit. Looking at it from a distance, the streets are far more lively than what Gotham should have been.

At least there will still be people selling flowers on the street.

While selling flowers for Christmas might seem a bit out of character, it could be her way of making ends meet.

——Because the flower seller is a very small girl.

Moore's motorcycle stopped in front of the little girl, and then he took out the money from his pocket, and gave the money to the little girl who was looking forward to it with bright eyes, "I bought it all."

There were only four or five bunches of flowers in that small basket.

After Moore got it and counted it, he found that there were five bundles, except for himself, one bundle for each person was just right.Moore then reached out and patted the little girl on the head, "Go home, it's not safe at night."

The comfort from the superhero 'Quetzal' was more effective than anything else, the little girl shyly lowered her head, and then gave a heavy 'hmm', "Okay! Mr. Green Biter!"

So Moore was still laughing at the thought on the way back to Wayne Manor.

So cute this little guy.

It was also the first time he heard the title 'Mr. Green Bite'.

However, this kind of life is similar to ordinary people, and ordinary communication makes people feel very comfortable and a kind of warmth.

*

Moore might have gone back earlier, but it was still Alfred who opened the door for him.

Bruce Wayne was at home as their father for the first time ever.

After Alfred had opened the door for him, he went into the kitchen and continued cooking - for those who might return.

As the Red Robin, Tim took a serious look at the monitoring in the Batcave, but so far there is no problem, probably because these criminals and mental patients also hope to have a stable holiday, right?

As for the gangsters who caused trouble, they had already been killed by Moore who came back.

Yes, the same group from before.

Damian can sit there with peace of mind and poke at his phone, but Moore feels very uneasy when he sees Alfred cooking by himself.

So he glanced at his father who was reading the newspaper and his younger brother who was playing with his mobile phone, and finally got up and went into the kitchen.

I don't know how many times this scene has happened.

Damian was used to watching Moore enter the kitchen. After he glanced at it, he went to look at his phone.

Bruce Wayne caught the eye from his son, but he was still reading the newspaper and didn't look up.

As for Alfred...

Alfred smiled, "Master Moore, I can do it myself, you can go to rest."

Moore is always disobedient in this regard, he "hmm", "So, what do you need me for?"

"I'm going to make creamy crab meat and mushroom soup. Why don't Master Moore help me with the mushrooms?" Alfred knew Moore's character so well that he couldn't avoid it sooner or later. He nodded and gave the 'order'.

"This is what Dick likes." Moore sighed, and knew that Alfred would not really give him any heavy work, so he followed Alfred's words and took the divided portions and put them on the table mushrooms on.

Moore took out another slightly smaller pot, took a kitchen knife, and cut off the tail of the mushroom that was stained with soil.After cutting it, take it to wash it, and finally come back to slice it, so that it can be put into the soup easily.

Alfred took it with a smile, "Master Moore did a good job, go and rest."

Moore showed a look of 'disapproval'. In fact, if he took a closer look, he was [-]% like Batman when he was young. This kind of cognition made Alfred show such an expression every time he saw Moore, Will especially want to laugh.

Alfred raised his hand to his lips to cover it up a bit, then he said seriously, "You can go out and wait."

He put his hand to his mouth. "If you don't go out and wait, there will be no cookies."

"!!!" Moore immediately opened his eyes wide in vigilance, and then swished away without looking back.

Of course, this scene is already commonplace in the eyes of the two people in the living room.

Moore goes in - does an unimportant favor - gets kicked out because of the cookie - which has become the norm for Batmen.

Doorbell rang.

Moore, who couldn't sit still, ran over and opened the door.

"Dick!" Moore greeted the visitor with bright eyes.

The visitor stretched out his hand and gave Moore a big hug, "Long time no see Moore!"

"...It hasn't been long, has it?" Moore thought about it seriously.

Dick Grayson, the adopted son of the Bat family, is the eldest, and now solo as Nightwing, the relationship with Batman has become much better in recent years than before.

He walked in very naturally, changed his shoes, and greeted Damian and Bruce, "Merry Christmas!"

Damian hummed coldly, "Greyson."

Tim, who had been observing, also came up, "Oh~ Mother Bird is back."

Tim laughed, "But welcome back."

At the insistence of Alfred and Moore, a Christmas tree was placed in the house, and various things were decorated, and many gifts were piled under the tree.

At this moment, the few people who were forced to sit at the dinner table by Alfred sat in order, for fear that their own cookies would be lost because of this.

In a sense, Alfred is the person with the highest status in the family.

*

Moore looked at the piles of presents under the Christmas tree that he must not be the only one, and secretly smiled. Didn't this group of duplicity birds prepare their own gifts in the end?

More bets that there must be gifts from Damian to others.

Everyone sat at the table, the chairs were set up, the first seat was Bruce Wayne, the first on the left was Dick Grayson, the second was Moore Wayne, the third was temporarily vacant, and the right The first is Tim Drake, and the second is Damian Wayne.

Alfred, who was cooked on the table, put out a variety of food, and what attracted Dick the most was his favorite soup.

Goblets were placed in front of Damian and Tim, and Alfred poured the decanted red wine for everyone.

——Bruce said this: "Forget about the kind of entertainment at the charity party before, and now at home, Tim doesn't want to drink."

But at this time, Alfred did not serve Tim and Damian milk, but poured fruit juice.

This made them unconsciously relieved.

Alfred smiled, "I still drink hot milk before going to bed at night, it helps sleep."

Several people were seated and the dishes were placed on the table, but the person who most hoped to come back still did not arrive.

And while they were all waiting at the dinner table, no one looked at the monitors.

The door was knocked.

Alfred, who had been serving them all the time, opened the door in the past.

"Welcome back, Master Jason."

——"I'm back, Ah Fu."

*

Later, when these people learned from Damian's inadvertent mouth that Moore's mental age might only be in his teens.

Everyone except Damian is pampering this lovely young master who has been lost and recovered.

Moore: "What's wrong?"

Others smiled like robots: "No, it's nothing."

Moore tilted his head: "...OK?"

Everyone silently used various methods to take pictures of Moore's appearance.

Moore mercilessly destroyed a monitor that didn't look like a Batman at all: "Have you been plotted by someone again?"

Tim, whose monitor was destroyed, smiled stiffly, "No."

Moore nodded half-understanding, "That's it."

The others quietly gave Tim a 'shame but I won't send you pictures' look.

Tim gave them a proud look back.

'I didn't expect it, I have three monitors! '

The author has something to say:

Da da da~ It's over!

Don't change it for the past two days, let's finish it, I'll see if there are any extra comments I want to write...

If not, it will be finished in two days

(Originally, the new article should write my English, but it touches on the principle issue, so I won’t write it again

The setting of the reason for developing the protagonist’s character is not easy to change, and I can’t think of any other setting that starts with a low mood, so I can only temporarily change the part that clearly points to me.

Then I remembered that I was still hanging in the copy of the received document posted here, so I hurried back and changed it)

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Name: Mitsuyoshi Kazuki

Ability: "Twilight" weak sunlight

Ability Explanation: Light can only be attached to cold weapons, so it can be regarded as a person without abilities

He was admitted to the school by virtue of his appearance [true], and then he was expelled from school a week later.

Mitsuinaga and Hui: I am too difficult.

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Later, Mitsuinaga and Hui entered the Taisho era by mistake.

He finds himself suddenly a hope in the eyes of mankind, a gleam of ghosts longing to be redeemed.

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My blade shimmers.

Light is my field, my home field, turning light into strength, breathing of light...

Final type?

——The following is the small theater——

What are your views or thoughts on Hehui?

A ghost longing for family members: can be a mother or a sister!

A Momotou who needs to be taught a lesson: The shimmering 'Saint' of the Bliss Sect?

A certain owl: Mmm!It's a partner!

A certain person with a snake: He was very close to Mitsuri... Tsk.

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