Inside the Batcave.

On the high-back chair with no temperature above the staggered level, Batman, who is already alone from some angles, is sitting. The seat is rotated 180 degrees, directly facing the entire hall, and Superman is standing beside Batman. Looking down at the floor, there was a dangling Arkham squatting at their feet.

Gotham is looking up at the 1:1 Super Tyrannosaurus model.

"Don't play dead there."

Batman's low voice broke the beautiful silence.

Gotham looked away from the Tyrannosaurus Rex, looked at Batman, and spread his hands innocently, "I'm just seriously preparing my words, you must know that your human language is too complicated."

"You mean that cities don't have their own language system? Then how do you usually communicate?"

Superman was the first to ask.

Gotham raised his head and looked over. He didn't feel good about Superman, but because of the blessing of the Metropolis, he would always be more reserved towards Superman, and he patiently gave an explanation:

"The communication between cities is based on the direct connection of wills. Lies only exist between the lips and teeth, and the mind cannot construct lies," said Gotham, showing a hint of playfulness, "But you can hide it, Hiding treasure is also one of our specialties."

"That means you will not lie, but you will not easily tell others the truth." Batman concluded.

Gotham nodded slightly: "Yes. Remember, strictly speaking, we are not good people."

When mentioning the city, Gotham will indeed say "us" on his lips, but his tone seems to be talking about other species, as if he is not one of them.

This feels very subtle.

The proposition "Is the relationship between Gotham and other cities good?" has not entered Batman's alternative investigation menu for the time being, so tonight's discussion is still aimed at the existence of these cities themselves.

"How long have you been born?" Batman began to ask.

"When a city of normal size is established, the population, economy, and power structure remain stable, people's hearts can gather, and everyone begins to voluntarily stay and multiply in this area, then after about 20 to 50 years, the will give birth to beings like us."

Gotham touched the metal countertop in the Batcave, which was very clean. He glanced at the Arkham dumpling, and the whole dumpling wriggled in fright, trying to shrink behind Superman.

"So how long did you say we were born?" Gotham asked back.

When did the world's first city appear?

And since Arkham can also become an independent will, it is obvious that the "city" in Gotham's mouth is not the same as the "city" understood by ordinary people, and this problem has become more difficult to judge.

Superman was a little distracted.

"Everyone voluntarily stays" and "Arkham Mental Hospital" collided perfectly, colliding fiercely in Superman's mind, causing countless waves in an instant.

Is there something wrong? ? ?

Superman looked to Batman for help, but was ignored.

From Batman's point of view, he is more concerned about whether Gotham's saying "the city will not lie" itself is a lie.As for Arkham?

The citizens of Gotham are simple and honest, and they have never seen such a big storm. Isn't it because some people love the living environment of Arkham.

Isn't this a very strange thing?

Batman asks the second question: "Is it the human heart that made you born?"

"It's faith." This question made Gotham's expression subtly happy, and he brushed off his skirt, "Although we no longer rely on faith after birth, it can indeed continue to have a little influence on us."

"Like?" Batman asked.

Gotham smiled without saying a word.

Following the opponent's movements, Batman's eyes naturally slid down to the skirt that Gotham was fiddling with, and then glanced up at the skirt, and then Batman fell silent.

Superman is dividing his super brain into two halves for use. While thinking about the question just now, it seems that something is wrong no matter how he thinks about it, while listening to the next question according to the progress.

Then Superman thought he understood.

"Speaking of which, when people in Gotham talk about their city, they usually say 'she is dangerous and beautiful', right?" Superman pretended to be listening very carefully, and asked.

Batman, who was trying to escape from reality in the last second, suddenly suffocated.

"Because of this?" he asked firmly.

Gotham nodded with a smile.

Yes, that is, a very, very, very happy smile.

Not only Batman, but Superman, who was just joking, also choked.

Can you do this? ? ?

The suffocation continued to spread throughout the Batcave. After about 3 or 4 minutes, Gotham leisurely opened the big umbrella, and the darkness instantly enveloped it like an impenetrable curtain. .

The two audience members looked at each other, not understanding what kind of play this was about to make.

After only a few breaths, the curtain slid down like drops of water hanging on the glass.

Gotham once again appeared in front of everyone.

A black aristocratic dress with dark blue-gray vertical stripes. The hard black gauze hangs down from the edge of the hem, with scattered light falling on it, like diamond refraction. The belt is jet black with a rattan texture. A pair of short riding boots of the same pure black.

There are no more parasols.

In its place is an obsidian short sword.

"I like this one better, what do you guys think?" Gotham asked casually, but didn't care about other people's answers. The short sword pulled out a sharp sword flower, the men's suit disappeared, and the skirt covered his lower body again.

I don't know why, even though Gotham is wearing men's clothing, which completely brings out Gotham's dangerous and arrogant temperament, but Batman still feels a little blind.

So he silently looked away.

Gotham didn't care, and continued the topic:

"The group of people came here just to create a new belief and cultivate a lord for the city." This time he directly jumped to the topic: "Bat, they will show you crazy tomorrow, because they will Realize that Gotham already has a will of its own on it."

This is equivalent to wasting everything they have done before.

When work came, Batman immediately recovered from the emotion just now. With the help of the mask, he didn't seem to be shocked by the men's clothing Gotham at all.

"You know what they're going to do," Batman asked with an affirmative sentence.

"I don't know." Gotham spread his hands regretfully, "We don't understand human beings as well as you think. Although you are on our body, it doesn't mean that we will watch you all the time."

"You won't?" Batman questioned.

Gotham narrowed his eyes: "Guess?"

Batman didn't bother to guess at all, and also narrowed his eyes without saying a word.

Neither did Gotham.

Soon Batman had his own ideas, and set his sights on the hatching Arkham regiment.

"So it's Arkham..."

The dumpling shook, very well-behaved.

Gotham smiled: "It's not Arkham."

"Why not?" This denial was too direct, and the paranoia engraved in Batman's DNA immediately broke out, "Give me a reason."

"Arkham is a mental hospital. He is nourished and grown by madness. I don't think anyone in this world can suppress Arkham's madness except you." Gotham paused slightly, showing a cold expression Smiling, "And what those visitors fear most is madness."

Batman is a little skeptical: "You really know them well."

Gotham nodded in acknowledgment.

"Why do you know this information about 'guests'?" Batman asked the third question, "Why do you know so much about them?"

Gotham lowered his eyes, and in less than a second, he lost his mind, his thoughts drifted to nowhere, and he was quickly pulled back by himself.

"Because each of us was born from madness. Bat, Superman, didn't you two also be forced to join that kind of game? Tens of millions of people control a character, and their minds converge, and malice always wins kindness, and it is doomed to madness."

Gotham offered its own explanation.

The two people who were called understood instantly and looked at each other.

A city is born from the beliefs of countless people, like a sea of ​​rivers, they are gathered together, but in the end only a single sober and independent will is born.

He must be crazy.

Then they continued to learn, try to understand, and slowly adapt, and gradually evolved into what they are today, just like a real city, which needs to be constructed, organized, and planned.

There are few cities in the world that are planned before the population is concentrated, and then slowly built up later.

Most of them are prototyped by some people who gather spontaneously. Houses are added one by one, villages are merged with each other, and roads gradually form the blood of the city. When the population reaches a certain number, they are reversed. Start to plan and adjust, and sculpt it into shape.

From this point of view, it does not seem appropriate to speak of pure madness.

"You are born to change, and you are born to change." Batman sums it up.

Gotham wanted to applaud him, but restrained himself.

"Yes."

That's why Arkham needs Batman, and Gotham is pretty sure Batman needs Arkham too.

"You know? You are destined to be together." Gotham sighed casually.

Now Batman's face darkened again.

"Tomorrow's plan?" He asked the last question with a dark face.

Gotham just smiled mysteriously: "I'm the counterattack type."

"..."

Okay, quite sincerely.

The counterattack is to wait for the enemy to make the first move, and then they can quickly respond and organize a counterattack.

Seeing that the intelligence data is almost collected, Batman's principle is that more expensive is not more expensive. Anyway, strictly speaking, Gotham can't escape, so there is no rush for this night.

The old butler came down with the dessert just right, breaking the awkward atmosphere between the city and everyone.

"Need some supper? Gentlemen." The English-style butler was polite.

Such a gentleman would be welcomed everywhere, even in Gotham, he would not quarrel with an old gentleman, just express himself casually with an elegant smile.

He doesn't pick, food doesn't make much sense anyway.

The supper Alfred sent was a vegetable, egg and ham sandwich, and a black tea at just the right temperature for each person.

Gotham took his own share, put the sandwich on the altar next to it, lowered his head and sniffed the cup of black tea, he could feel the ancient breath that permeated along with the hot air.

"Thank you for your hard work." Gotham sighed in praise.

Alfred smiled and bowed slightly, accepting the compliment.

Because it was already close to dawn, the Superman's family temporarily borrowed at Wayne's house tonight. Because of "business contacts", there has always been a fixed guest room belonging to the Superman's family here, which is safe and reliable.

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After the first conflict is over, you can incubate the dumpling~

Beautiful~~~

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