A retired magician raises a bucket daily

"I didn't mean to, sorry," Reed said.

The woman on the other end of the phone took a few deep breaths to prevent herself from swearing, "...I called you twenty times a day but no one answered. I thought you died in Gotham."

Reid was very guilty. He forgot to pull back after blocking the phone number of his editor-in-charge Amy. He only remembered it when he saw the new email on the computer.

"I'm a bit busy recently." Busy saving people, "but I will deliver the manuscript on time."

"Of course I believe in your speed, but I'm just a little worried about you." Amy hesitated for a moment and lowered her voice, "I heard that the clown wants to make a big deal. I'm afraid you'll have an accident in Gotham, or... ...Come to Metropolis and stay for a few days, shall we?"

"The clown?" Reed thought for a while, wasn't he still imprisoned in the Arkham Asylum, "Who did you hear that from?"

"You also know that the clown has a lot of admirers, right? I heard it in a bar a few days ago, and they said that the clown had connections with people outside."

Every time the word clown is mentioned, people always lower their voices unconsciously, as if he is the unspeakable youknowwho.

"Understood, I will pay attention," Reid paused, and added, "My home is in the suburbs of Gotham, far away from the city, so don't worry about me."

"In short, be careful, I will live by you."

Reed hung up the phone and continued to flip through the book on the sofa, but his attention was not on the book.

He knew clowns, or almost the whole world knew clowns.Although he was just a criminal in Gotham, the chaos and massacre he created was enough to scare everyone.The Joker uses his elusive high IQ to play tricks on everyone in Gotham. After a massacre, he will be taken back to Arkham voluntarily by Batman, until his next whim, he comes out of the madhouse again. Come out and create a cruel tragedy that shocked the world.

It's a shame Gotham doesn't have the death penalty.Then why not make Arkham stronger, he thought?

At least it will no longer be a situation where it explodes when it explodes, and it becomes empty when it is messed up.

If you can, when you pass by Arkham, secretly add a magic circle to them, and send all the guys who are about to escape into the ghost wall of Arkham Asylum.

There was the roar of a motorcycle outside the door, and after a while, Red Hood opened the door and walked in.

"Why did you come back so early today?" Reid asked.

I didn't know what Jason was going to do this morning, he disappeared in the blink of an eye after breakfast.

Jason took off the red hood and straightened his messy hair. He was stained with the blood of many other people, and he looked terrible.

But Jason is in a pretty good mood today.It has been two months since he returned to Gotham. It was just a small fight a while ago, and today he finally got into a fight with Penguin. There was a little conflict, and Penguin was paralyzed and sent directly to the hospital. middle.And he himself took over the Iceberg Club as a matter of course.

Everything was great, he wasn't injured, he didn't kill anyone, the old bat wouldn't come to fight him for this reason, and he had a place to make money, and he became rich all of a sudden.

He postponed the celebration day proposed by his subordinates for a few days, and came back so early just to—

"Didn't you say...to go out to eat?"

"Oh, oh yes." Reed nodded blankly, and then looked at the clock hanging on the wall. It's only past four o'clock in the afternoon, so there's no need to come back so early, right?

Jason narrowed his eyes and asked suspiciously, "Did you go back on your word?"

Why is he so active? Didn't he still have a face of reluctance yesterday?

Reed didn't show his doubts on his face, he just laughed and said perfunctorily, "It's nothing, you go take a shower first, change your clothes and we'll set off. I ordered a French restaurant with a good reputation."

Jason's expression finally looked a little better. Holding his red hood in his hand, he swaggered towards the bathroom.

Why does this kid... feel different?

Did you win the lottery today? Are you so happy?

Fortunately, the restaurant was booked yesterday. He picked a five-star restaurant that had a very high rating on the Internet. Originally, in two hours, if Jason hadn't come back, he was going to call and cancel it.

Fortunately, he was slow to act, otherwise, with Jason's childishness today, he would very likely see the boy slam the door and leave in shame, or start to shut himself up in silence at home.

Reed was terrified by his own imagination, and felt that he had rubbed off three catties of goosebumps.

Half an hour later, Jason changed into a casual suit and came out. The outside was a dark gray lapel collar suit jacket with a single button loosely buttoned. Inside was a light-colored T-shirt and the same color suit pants. And the long, smooth lines wrapped around his legs, making him look extraordinarily tall and straight, and even hung a silver necklace around his neck for the first time.

The black hair was still a little damp, hanging down limply, dark green eyes looked straight from behind the broken hair, and there was a casual smile on his face.

"What I'm wearing today is really different from usual." Reed said as he took his suit jacket from the hanger and put it on.

After all, the Jason he saw in the past was always in tights, T-shirts and leather jackets, plus a pair of combat pants, which was the kind of outdoor show, but today he directly changed to the Playboy Channel.

"Of course you have to dress more formally to eat French food," Jason said.

Although he usually doesn't like to dress up so well in a suit, but he is a boy who has been educated by Wayne's family after all, and his clothing aesthetics are still online.

Reed drove and followed the navigation, while Jason sat in the co-pilot, his eyes scanning the outside environment.

"Have you noticed that this place is getting a little more popular?" Jason said suddenly.

This street used to be lifeless, always shrouded in a layer of mist, as if it was still in Gotham in the industrial age of the last century, no matter day or night, there was not even a single person on the street.But after Reed solved the magic circle, the fog dissipated. Although the weather was still gloomy, it was just the normal state of Gotham. After coming out of the street corner, I slowly began to contact the surrounding environment again.

From the rearview mirror, Reid saw a pair of elderly people supporting each other walking on the roadside path.

"It will be more lively after a while." Reid said, people are social animals after all, and they are always afraid of being alone.

It's only thirty minutes away from the city center, but because this area is haunted, everyone doesn't want to come here, even the main road has not been repaired, and the population is sparsely populated, and it has become an independent small world over time.

A five-star hotel with a long history, it has experienced several big explosions and still stands in the city center. The food is novel and delicious, and there are even rumors that it may reach the standard of Michelin three stars this year.

Although Jason has always believed that 'it is worth arranging a trip to visit this restaurant' is a very luxurious thing for Gotham.Because this may become a once-in-a-lifetime one-way ticket journey. After all, no one knows which one will come first, food, bombs, poison gas, or Arkham psychosis.

The waiter opened the seat and signaled the two to sit down. He put a glass of red wine in front of Jason and a glass of vegetable juice in front of Reed, "Appetizers will be served in five minutes."

Reed smiled and looked at Jason after the waiter left, "Why are you absent-minded? Don't you like French food?"

"No." Jason shook his head, showing an apologetic expression, "Sorry, I'm going to wash my hands first."

It was only when he walked to the gate that he realized that this restaurant was owned by the Wayne Group, so that Jason always had the urge to knock down the cameras in the store, and he was really restless.

With the cool water splashing on his face, Jason straightened his hair in front of the mirror, making sure they were still where they should be.

From the corridor outside, a woman called on the phone, and she said in a low voice, "I caught a rich man today, you can help me put off work until the day after tomorrow...I know... Uh-huh......"

The newly promoted owner of the Iceberg Club let out a sneer from the bottom of his heart: Gotham rich man, how many rich men can there be in Gotham?They are all ruthless characters, and the girl is not afraid of being betrayed.

Jason stared at his face in the mirror for a while, and he didn't leave the sink until the expression on his face no longer looked so serious.

Gotham has always been overcast and cloudy, and the street lights on the streets have been turned on before nightfall.To celebrate Halloween, the streets are decorated with many jack-o-lanterns, a group of little Batman, Little Superman, Little Iron Man... In short, countless miniature Justice League and Avengers are running around outside, in warm colors Pumpkin lanterns are surprisingly warm in the dark city with cold tones.

This perilous city is occasionally worn away by childlike innocence.

From a distance, he saw Reid chatting with another man whose back was turned to him, his eyes narrowed slightly with a smile, and he seemed to be having a very pleasant chat.

Jason frowned slightly, feeling inexplicably dissatisfied in his heart.

"What are you talking about, so happy?" Jason walked over and moved away from his position, interrupting the conversation forcefully.

"Jay," Reed said with a smile in the corner of his eyes, "this is Mr. Bruce Wayne, you should know him, right?"

Jason: "..." What?

He turned his head stiffly, and the familiar smell of perfume came directly to him. A handsome man in a suit and leather shoes sitting at the table next to him held out a hand to him with an unchanged expression, "Hello."

Good for your size.

"..." He showed a half-smile expression, and held Bruce's hand back, "I've heard of you for a long time, Bruce Wayne, sir."

His smile was a bit ferocious, and the strength of his fingers gradually increased, and even the tendons on the backs of their hands were bulging.

"I accidentally tripped over just now, and Mr. Reed helped me, so I want to treat him to this dinner." Bruce Wayne still had a calm face, with a playboy-like frivolous smile, he Gotham Baby, who has played for so many years, is already familiar with it.

"No, no, no, no fee." Jason smiled hypocritically, "I hope you will walk more steadily next time, and you can buy a wheelchair if necessary."

Bruce smiled slightly, "This is my shop, it won't cost me a meal."

Jason: Can capitalists do whatever they want?

Reed: How did they hold hands for so long and still not let go?

At this moment, a woman walked over from a distance holding on to an overly long skirt, and said in a pinched voice, "Sorry Bruce, I kept you waiting."

The voice was sweet and soft, and Reed was startled with goosebumps, but Bruce seemed to be fine, he quickly let go of Jason's hand, and put on Gotham Baby's signature smile, "It's okay baby, lady deserves it." wait."

It can be said that the business ability is very good.

Jason frowned. He had heard this voice before, it was the woman on the phone in the hallway.

Ha, I really caught a rich man, the richest can't be richer.