The villain family business [Comprehensive British and American]

Bruce Wayne's right eyelid keeps twitching.

For some reason, he always had an ominous premonition, as if something was doomed somewhere, and this operation would not go smoothly.

There was another dull pain in the abdominal wound, and the arm was so painful that he couldn't lift it up. Bruce's forehead couldn't help but a layer of cold sweat broke out.He took a deep breath, reluctantly took off the mask, and then revealed a firm but pale face, and his lips were pale and almost bloodless.

He frowned, put the mask on the steel frame of the cabinet, took off the armor with one hand, and threw it on the ground, "My armor is too thin, Fu."

Without the cover of the batsuit, the old and new scars on Bruce's body could no longer be hidden, and they were exposed naked.The old housekeeper rushed over upon hearing the sound, but just happened to see this scene, he couldn't help pursing his lips, and there was obvious distress in his eyes.

Old Alfred dedicated his life to the Wayne family. He was neither married nor had any offspring. After the Wayne couple were killed, he did not pack up and leave like other servants. Instead, he stayed and took care of Master Bruce. grow up.He and the young master comforted each other and missed the past together, and their affection for him had already surpassed that of ordinary masters and servants.

He regarded the child as a family member.

But now his only family member has been in danger several times and is covered with scars, but there is nothing he can do.

The Gotham that Bruce wants to protect is a city that Master Wayne has devoted countless efforts to, and he can't stop it at all.The old butler sighed incredulously, adjusted his mentality, hid all his intolerance and opposition one by one, put the breakfast on the table with a smile, picked up the scrapped bat suit, "Then we're afraid Going to trouble Fox."

"The breastplate part is pretty good." Bruce moved his arm, gradually changing from stiff to flexible, "Let Fox try to make other parts of the armor with the same material?"

"Will it be a little heavy?"

"...maybe?" Bruce was sure that the pain in his arm no longer affected his actions, so he took out a new batsuit from the display cabinet for tonight, "but first let him make it, I'll try it on .”

The old butler pushed the breakfast in Bruce's direction again, "But you can put these away first, and eat them before they cool down, Master Bruce. By the way, the wound was stitched up pretty well this time."

Every time Bruce sewed the wound in a mess, but this time it was very neat, and it probably wasn't Bruce's own handwriting.As if to confirm the old butler's guess, Bruce raised his eyebrows and raised his chin in the direction of August Manor, "It should be said that the wound was treated perfectly. I don't think a rich man who is capable of buying a suburban manor, There will be such a superb healing technique."

The old butler didn't speak, but just lifted the cover of the dinner plate, pulled out the leather chair, and showed him what to do now with his actions.Bruce raised his hand in surrender, sat down obediently, inserted a piece of bacon, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Oh, Aff! Your craftsmanship has improved again!" Bruce blinked, with a sincere compliment.

……

Leisure time always ends quickly.

Just after afternoon tea time, and Klein hadn't left Arkham yet, Bruce went to see if he could find the paint arrow at the location where he was attacked outside the business district just in time.Considering that his batsuit was too conspicuous and inconvenient to move when the sun was bright, Bruce thought for a while, then took the elevator back to the bedroom, casually rummaged through a specially prepared playboy outfit, and put on a flamboyant suit. Wearing a pink shirt and a checkered narrow tie, he hurried downstairs, said goodbye to the worried old housekeeper, and left in a speeding car.

The cold arrow that hit him was not hard to find.

Bruce parked the car on the side of the road, pretending to be leisurely strolling around the building that was attacked before, and within a few steps, a particularly dazzling beam of light came suddenly, causing his eyes to narrow.Looking through the gap covered by raising his hand, there was something glowing in the flower garden behind the building. Bruce's heart moved, and he strode over.

There were quite a lot of people around, and if they searched carefully in a disguise, it would inevitably attract attention, but walking around like Bruce so generously was not conspicuous.He walked towards the reflective spot, pushed aside a cluster of flowers, and indeed saw the long arrow hidden under it.

The body of the long arrow is pitch black, and it is the best cover in the night. The arrow is extremely sharp, engraved with some weird patterns of twists and turns, and the material of the arrow feather is hard, but it is not any kind that Bruce is familiar with. He tried his best to recall what he saw in the Shadow Warrior Alliance. , are extremely similar.And I don't know if it's his illusion, Bruce always feels that apart from the time in the league, he has seen similar things earlier.

And most importantly, he clearly remembered that he burned down the alliance's base on the night of the trial, and the ninja master also died accidentally. It makes no sense that the Shadow Warrior Alliance regrouped so quickly and aimed at Gotham !

Bruce was puzzled by this. He glanced at the time and saw that there were less than three hours left before the evening action. It was time to go back to the Batcave to make some preliminary preparations, so he put aside all doubts for the time being and threw the arrow into the The co-pilot, he got into the sports car and planned to return.

Just at this moment, a figure very familiar to Bruce flashed by, causing him to subconsciously frown.

Of course he wouldn't admit that it was Rachel Dawes, his childhood sweetheart and once infatuated person.If he hadn't become the Dark Knight Batman and had a city that he had to protect, he would have confessed his love to Rachel and become her lover.

It's not that Bruce is overconfident, but as a man, he naturally knows whether the woman who pays special attention to him has a crush on him.Bruce was sure that Rachel liked him, but just now, she was chatting and laughing with a man he had never met before, walking over with a very intimate attitude!Although he alienated Rachel intentionally or unintentionally after he decided to become Batman, Bruce was still somewhat disappointed when he saw Rachel had a new love (?).

Mistakenly seeing the arrow poked on the co-pilot, the unresolved crisis reminded Bruce of what is most important now, he sighed, retracted Baba's gaze, Bruce started the sports car, and drove away.

The car drove out of two intersections, Bruce's hand holding the steering wheel suddenly tightened, and a scene that he deliberately suppressed in his heart suddenly emerged.

That could almost be regarded as the beginning of his childhood tragedy.

At that time, Bruce was still a young master loved by his parents, and Rachel was the daughter of the domestic helper. They often ran and frolicked in the backyard. One day Rachel found a rusty spearhead, and the two of them fought over it. He acted badly for a while, grabbed the spearhead and ran away, then stumbled and fell into the dry well, sprained his feet, and was attacked by bats.

Since then, he has been afraid of bats. Therefore, when the family enjoyed the opera, the actors' alternative performances reminded him of the gloomy dry well and the flying bats. He was afraid and begged his parents to leave. .Then right there in that alley behind the opera house, he lost everything.

Thinking about it now, that spearhead is indeed very similar to the Alliance's arrowhead, and there are also some shallow nicks on it. After a long period of wind and rain, it was gradually worn away, and now only some shadows can be barely seen.

But in the yard of his manor, how could there be an arrow from the Shadow Warrior Alliance?

Bruce frowned, maybe after this operation is over, he will go to Rachel, find a way to get the spearhead, and then compare it.

Time passed quickly, and it was time to act in a blink of an eye. Bruce pursed his lips tightly and applied solemnly. He shook off his battle armor, put it on meticulously, and then fastened the mask tightly. In an instant, he completed the billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne. , to the transformation between Batman, Gotham Night Knight.

Batman finally adjusted his equipment, hidden behind the mottled shadows of the trees, looked at the closed nursing home not far away that was even more heavily guarded than a prison for repeat offenders, and took a deep breath.The steel crossbow shot out, the claws wrapped around the sorghum, and under the traction of the telescopic steel cable, he quickly rushed towards the madhouse.

Adjusting the angle of his body in mid-air, he suddenly landed on the nearly ten-foot high-voltage power grid. The special bat suit cut off the current, but he only stayed for a moment. Go to a high place.

Dodging a few times to borrow strength, and the same is true during the jump. Batman let go of his hands when he was still about ten feet above the ground, and jumped down. His body adjusted the angle in the air. stopped.

The mysterious building of Arkhamville was right in front of him. Batman looked down at his watch, pinned the steel crossbow to his waist, and quickly disappeared into the dead corner of the monitoring that he accidentally discovered before leaving last time.

At the same time, at the exhibition venue far away in the city, the action has also begun.

The gunshots suddenly came to mind outside the door, the inexplicably malfunctioning defense system, the bodyguards who disappeared without a trace, and the black-clothed robbers who broke in suddenly and covered their faces with pitch-white faceless masks.

Tonight is destined to be restless.

In Arkham's monitoring room, the woman on duty rested her chin lazily on one hand, looking at the black figure flashing past in the camera, with interest in her eyes.

A strange bell rang suddenly, the woman raised her eyebrows, and picked up the receiver casually, "You called again when I was at work."

The person on the other end of the phone ignored the woman's complaints, and the voice through the voice changer was indistinguishable, "Arkham is no longer safe, when will you evacuate?"

"No, I think you misunderstood." The woman smiled suddenly, she was not young anymore, when she smiled, there were shallow fine lines at the corners of her eyes, but that unique temperament made her look like any young girl at all Women have a more mature charm than them, "The only one who is no longer safe is Dean Klein. We employed therapists are innocent."

The other end of the phone paused for a moment before compromising: "As you please."

"And Gotham has a lot of interesting people, I haven't played enough, how can I leave so soon?" The woman sighed, and said with some annoyance: "After all, Simon is already tired of playing with me."

"It's heartless." The voice on the other end of the phone said coldly.

The woman shrugged her shoulders, not losing the coldness of the other party, and said: "Don't bother me, Luo. And..." She took the phone away from her ear, put it to her lips, and said softly, breathlessly: "You don't Think this Batman is cuter and more interesting than all my previous targets?"

She said with a sweet smile, but in the next second, all the expressions on her face were removed, and she threw the receiver on the phone.

Completely ignoring the occasional black figure that would appear on the monitor for less than half a second, the woman blankly looked through the thick pile of job applications on the table.The pen in his hand stopped suddenly, and the tip of the pen poked hard on a photo with a particularly bright smile.

"Harley Quinn? Such a beautiful smile, I really want to destroy it..."