[Comprehensive British and American] Bat family's small bat dart

With the last embers of the setting sun sinking below the skyline, nightlife in the City of Angels has just begun, and even the deepest, darkest alleys are filled with the smell of indulgent booze.

"I like here."

The hoarse male voice murmured to himself, raised his hand and took a deep breath of cigarettes, and by the colorful lights outside a street, he could vaguely see the corner of the beige coat of the man who came out.

The weather in November is cold, and out-of-season clothes can't effectively protect people. The man shivered, and still had no intention of changing clothes. He only quickened his pace and prepared to find a bar or nightclub to spend the night.

He was lucky, there was a very famous x-ray bar just one street away. Compared with the lively nightclubs, which could be seen from the decoration of the entrance, the appearance here was both low-key and high-key.

The low-key is that you can't tell it's a bar from the outside, and the high-key is that this bar occupies an entire building!

The man didn't stand in the queue, he stood right in front of the building, wandering back and forth, sometimes talking to himself, looking extremely tangled.

"Go in?"

"No, I can't go in."

Reason told him he'd better go in and have a look.

Regarding the changes in heaven and hell, there is nothing more appropriate than asking Lucifer. At this time, no matter what kind of grievances Lucifer has, Lucifer should not settle accounts with him.

But emotionally speaking, he really didn't dare to go in.

think about what batman pays

Gritting his teeth, he stood in the queue and went in with the crowd without any regrets.

Thanks to Batcomputer, Beta had seen the man.

Constantine must have never imagined that he would be recognized as soon as he came in.He randomly found a booth and ordered a glass of wine with the devil lady in front of the bar, with such a calm expression that it was impossible to tell that he was an exorcist.

Beta really thinks that those guys who shout and kill demons when they see them should learn from him.

"May I have the honor to buy you a glass of wine?"

After a brief distraction, the tall and handsome man sat down on the seat next to Beta at some point, and when she regained consciousness, the wine glass had already been handed to her.

She froze for a moment and didn't answer.

"Is this your first time at a bar?"

The man doesn't give up, just by looking at Beta's stunned and youthful reaction, he can know that this is the best that can't be missed.

His eyes lit up, and his gaze paused for a moment in the wine glass he handed over.

Having grown up like this, I have never been to a bar or nightclub. I have searched all over Los Angeles and can't find a second one, right?

The shining eyes of the blond man make

Human instinctive disgust.

"Sorry, I'm waiting for someone."

Randomly pulling out a reason, Beta turned the chair and moved in the opposite direction. The disapproval was almost written on his face, but the man was not conscious, or turned a blind eye to Beta's resistance.

"Don't do this, I can accompany you."

The handsome face of the blond man became obscene, exhausting the little bit of handsome smile, he secretly rubbed towards Beta's calf, and crawled dishonestly towards Beta's calf.

Can the sound of nightclub music block the screams of a broken finger?Urgent, online, etc.)

Beta stared at his outstretched paw, thinking about this question sincerely, eager to try it.

The man chose a good angle. His back was facing the dance floor, blocking the beta. Few people noticed it. Even if they saw them, they rarely took a second look after finding out that they were a man and a woman. It looked intimate and secluded.Like a couple.

The right time and place, now is convenient for Beta to "kill pigs")

"You want to accompany me, don't you?"

A gentle (nuclear) smile appeared on Beta's face, and he reached out to grab the man's wrist. The background music in the bar changed to a louder one, and through the man's shoulder, Beta could see Lucifer playing the piano. Mouth "You're welcome" at her.

"Finally someone can teach him a lesson. For the tenth time in three days, he's like a corgi in heat."

Not far away, a handsome man in a three-piece suit that doesn't match the atmosphere here said to the person on the other end of the headset.

There is a little gray on both sides of his temples. He looks 40 or [-] years old and is full of charm. Even though "not to be messed with" is written all over his body, there is always a kind of sincerity in his eyes, which makes him very contradictory, but it is precisely This contradiction itself has a fatal attraction.

If there are levels of handsomeness, he is at least two insurmountable levels higher than the one who entangled Beta.

"Come on, at least Corgi is usually cute."

The person on the other end of the headset was even more merciless.

"It's time to get down to business, Riise, can we tell now whether he is the victim or the perpetrator?"

The man named Riser devoted part of his energy to paying attention to that corner of Beta all the time, watching Beta's subtle but very powerful beating, and raised the corners of his mouth in pleasure.

"The perpetrator, I saw drugged in the wine he handed over, this man is really disgusting."

Fortunately, the lady did not answer.

Finch was also disgusted, and he frowned in disgust in the other room, almost wanting this guy to go to prison immediately.

"What about the victim? A reasonable guess

Was he among the ten women he hooked up with? "

There was silence for a while, and Finch took a photo of Beta who was beating someone in the photo that Finch had just secretly taken. After a while, he continued, "Beta Pennyworth, who is now studying at Columbia University's law department , had been living abroad before university, and the only family left was his uncle Alfred Pennyworth, who was Wayne’s housekeeper, and his network of contacts was very simple, and none of them were in Los Angeles.”

"But today is not a weekend, New York to Los Angeles spans the entire United States, and a student from Columbia University showing up here on a weekday night is very problematic in itself."

Riser's suspicion was very reasonable, and he made a quick decision based on his judgment

"Continuing this clue investigation, we must not miss any people and information that have been in contact with the target person."

"..."

"The thread is interrupted."

"Finch? Finch?!"

It was the first time Riise heard Finch's heavy voice, and a series of chaotic sounds came from the other end, such as unplugging the cable, unplugging the power supply, knocking over the cup, and even cut off the connection with him before he could say anything.

Finch was traced back when he was investigating Miss Pennyworth, and had to use the primitive method of cutting off the power and cutting the Internet to avoid the other party from getting into his computer!

The news was horrifying, as rare as the first time he met Finch.

There is actually someone who can surpass Finch who built the machine in terms of computer level, and it is not the well-known genius of Tony Stark.

Riise drank the wine in the glass, put down the glass and walked towards that corner.

Finch is offline, it seems that now he has to use the most primitive way.

——Go up and strike up a conversation.

When Riise passed by, it was just at the end of Beta's "symbolic lesson". She glanced suspiciously at the wine that the man was going to hand her, and was not sure if it was drugged as she guessed, so she also It's not easy to beat someone too hard.

When Reese approached, he saw his target, Mr. Frank, pitifully huddled in the corner. He was obviously frightened, and he didn't dare to move anymore. He didn't even ask others for help under Beta's warning eyes. Dare, only look at him with a vague and expectant look when he sees Riise walking towards this corner.

Can such a person really be the perpetrator?

Reese doubted his own judgment.

"Can I help you?"

He chose a location that was not too far or too close—not too far or too close to the lady, and not too far or too close to the target task, at least once

He can respond immediately in case of emergency.

Beta couldn't see these things, but he could tell that this bastard was different from the bastard hiding in the corner, the irritable words that were about to rush to his mouth were swallowed, and he pointed at the man in the corner, "He might need something help."

Sweeping his eyes, the man nodded frantically. He was frank and undisguised. After obtaining Beta's consent, he scrambled away from here, unwilling to stay for a second.

Riise only glanced at the direction he was going, and didn't follow immediately, nor did he strike up a conversation again immediately, but ordered a glass of wine and waited slowly.

Depth charges.

Beta can recognize the name of this wine thanks to the knowledge of the demon bartender Miss Metz.

He withdrew his gaze from the wine glass, and turned his eyes to Constantine who was not far away, watching him stand in an inconspicuous position against the corner of the wall, never taking a step to the conspicuous place, far away from Lucifer How far is it.

Constantine even refused to approach the lady who came over to strike up a conversation. He was thinking about something with a sad face, and looked at Lucifer who was playing in the center from time to time.

No matter what he came to find Lucifer for, the progress was really slow and touching.

To be honest, as one of the representatives of the exorcist, Constantine's performance somewhat disillusioned Beta who was curious about this group.

After staring at it for 10 minutes, Beta finally couldn't help laughing. The mouse's reaction to the cat was worse than those in Arkham to Batman!

She completely withdrew her attention from Constantine, saw that the gentleman next to him had an empty glass, and ordered him another glass in a good mood.

"A cup of depth charge."

At this time, the bad mood of encountering hooligans has been successfully replaced by Constantine's performance. He pushed the glass of spirits in front of him to the gentleman next to him, and Beta noticed that the person sitting next to him was a mature man. Handsome guy, if it wasn't for the big bat jade in front of her, she would very likely be attracted to this man with contradictory temperament in front of her.

She had to admit that she wanted to talk to this person.

"For me?" The man was surprised after she pushed the wine glass over.

Riise didn't expect that the girl who was still full of rejection just now would change her mind so quickly, but this is a good thing.

"Thank you."

So he accepted Beta's kindness and started chatting with her.

They chatted happily until Beta got a phone call.

All the numbers in Wayne's family are specially marked, just like father's brothers and sisters, except that they use two different ringtones.

In an instant, Beta stopped chatting with this unknown Mr. John, and went to answer the phone instead.

"Are you in a bar?"

The deafening music poured out from the other end at the same time as it was connected, Bruce frowned subconsciously, and blurted out the second half of the sentence, so smoothly that he himself was surprised

"Don't drink too much, I remember you have class tomorrow morning."

"Wait, you're not in New York?"

No one can say whether he said this at this time because he just discovered it or on purpose.

The emotion that had just been brewed disappeared in an instant, and the expressionless Beta suddenly persuaded himself to calm down.

"I'm in Los Angeles, the website I said last time, I'm throwing all the heaven and hell boards to others to do."

"You too, pay more attention to your body. If you collapse, the city will be over."

She gritted her teeth, not to mention Bruce, the party on the other end of the phone, even Riise, who was paying attention to her secretly, could recognize her aggrievedness.

"I'm very good."

Batman's usual answer I'm fine, I'm not sleepy, I'm fine)

Everyone in the Wayne family would want to hit him whenever he said any of those three answers, but usually when he said that it meant Bruce got hurt again, so no one could put the blame on exit.

"Someone is tracking down your identity, found something wrong and almost tracked down to me, but I tracked it back, the location is located in New York, but he seems to be in contact with the person located in the X-ray bar in Los Angeles at the same time, which is very different from your location Approaching, can I try to continue to track his traces, need help?"

"I roughly guessed a little bit, and I can handle it myself."

She glanced at Mr. John, who had a good chat, and then looked away without any fluctuation.

This is not the point, the point is in the back.

"You hurt Bruce again, am I right?"

Beta's voice became more and more "friendly", successfully reminding Bruce of the fear of being dominated by Alfred.

"..." So Bruce, who was really injured during the night watch, could only keep silent.

"I will be injured often, I am just an ordinary human being, Beta, one day I will die, I don't know when it will be, but sooner or later, maybe I will die in an alley, or some unknown person corner."

Thinking about Ah Fu's words, he finally decided to be honest.

He is not a person who is so dull that he can't find Beta's feelings now. On the contrary, Bruce can say that he likes Beta's sincerity and frankness very much.

He knows that not everyone can bear his extraordinary desire for control,

Beta not only accepted it, but also faced him with a completely open attitude.

Batman is the embodiment of fear, but Bruce Wayne is human, he is not hard-hearted, how could he be indifferent?

But they are not suitable, no matter from the length of life or age experience, this is unfair to Beta.

There was a brief silence, except for the deafening background music, neither of them spoke immediately.

"But who said that death is the end?" Beta's voice was very soft. She had a serious expression, but now she was laughing.

Then hang up the phone without hesitation.

"Death is not a big deal. At worst, it's over if you go to heaven and get down. At most, you can change species, from humans to angels. Is this a big deal?"

She seemed to be muttering to herself, and she seemed to have made up her mind, but the content of her speech was quite devilish.

"Batman with angel wings?"

"It seems that the style of painting is a bit wrong."

It's fine if she doesn't say it, but the style of painting changes from heavy to indescribable in an instant.

It can only be said that fortunately the phone was hung up in time, and the person concerned didn’t hear it, otherwise, because of the fact that Batman can’t grow angel wings, Bruce will definitely protect his human identity and definitely not die)