[Zhongyingmei] I continue for 1 second for myself

Wayne's plan was to have his butler show up dressed as Batman and deal with the Joker and his men himself in the arena's fog and rainstorm.

As a result, Jana, who felt sorry for the old butler's body, cut off her beard.

Putting on her bat armor, she stood on the scaffolding above the arena.

After the smoke and spilled water stirred up the venue, she threw a bat dang while the clown was distracted by Wayne.

While flipping in the air, the batarang also slowed down her time.

Janna slowly unloaded the grappling gun from her waist, fired it into the air, and firmly hooked the metal frame above it.With nothing under his feet, he swung towards the clown.

This was even more exciting than Batman taking her down from the tall building that night. The bat armor was relatively large, and she was uncomfortable wearing it.

The clown's gun was still pointed in front of him, and his head turned slightly upwards because he would realize that the sanction was approaching.

When his face was completely turned in the direction of Janna, the black figure was close at hand and kicked him off the roof of the car.

As Janna took the Joker's place, the batart apparently fell, and time returned to normal.

She turned her head and looked at the real owner of the equipment below, obviously seeing some wrong probing eyes because of the script and imagination.

Without giving him a chance to ask, Janna chased after the clown in just a few seconds.

At this time, the clown has already reflected, stood up and shot randomly at the rain and fog.

Seeing the black bat-like figure that disgusted him, he repeatedly pulled the trigger, "This is impossible, who are you?"

The black figure in front of him didn't answer him, but threw something in his direction.

When the clown thought that the target of the bat dart was the gun in his hand, the bat dart seemed to miss due to a lack of vision and brushed past him.

Just when he was about to rejoice, the black shadow appeared in front of him at an unknown time, and took the gun from his hand without him responding.Then he pulled his arm along the front and fell with a blow over the shoulder.

This speed, besides the Batman who makes criminals tremble in the dark, is there anyone else?

At the same time as the back of his head hit the ground, the bat dart that he missed quietly stuck beside his head.

When the clown was about to see "Batman" up close, the figure covered in black armor seemed to throw something into the air.

The fists, which were more violent than the water in the field, hit his face like raindrops, and the targets were almost all his eyes.

"Crack", as if another Batarang was stuck into the floor next to his head.

At the same time, the speed of the fist attack slowed down.

At this time, his eyes could hardly be opened, and he could only see some vague shadows.

The neckline was pulled up, and there was a hoarse and low-pitched threat: "Did you think of this when you thought you could take off my mask casually?"

Surprise, not unexpected?

Then another fierce fist hit the face.

This voice, he can be sure that it is Batman.

All this painstakingly arranged, really, as the only tool close to the goal said, Bruce Wayne is not Batman.

The clown laughed hopelessly.

Janna was out of breath from the beating.

After tying the clown firmly, he stood up and found that his subordinates had been subdued one by one under the cover of rain and fog at some point.

Then she should find a place to take off her ill-fitting armor.

Just as she was about to take advantage of the chaos to leave, when she was approaching the door, someone walked towards her.

It's the owner of this outfit.

Bruce Wayne felt a little uneasy when Janna stopped him with a weak body.

He suddenly felt that it was possible that she had really discovered his identity, or that she was sincere when she called him a "big hero" every word.

She said that "the crime rate in this city remains high, but it has not increased", so is it possible for the original crime to return to the path of justice?

He has always been very contradictory, obviously sometimes he doesn't believe that the city will improve, and he still insists on being his night knight.

But Batman deserves credit, she said.

He made up his mind and slipped the keys to the Batmobile into her pocket.

Alfred will find her and protect her temporarily.

Then he sorts it all out.

It should be too late to continue to explore what she thinks after this.

But he didn't expect "Batman" to swing down from the arena and kick the clown on the roof of the car without any mistakes

To his surprise, his old butler was more talented in this area than he had imagined.

There was chaos in the arena, and everyone around them ran for their lives.

He followed in his footsteps, just in time to see "Batman" crush the clown to the ground with a violent over-the-shoulder fall.

Will Alfred still do this?

He didn't think too much for a while, and while "Batman" was beating the clown furiously, he knocked down more than a dozen of the clown's subordinates who were hindered by the rain and fog one by one with his bare hands.

Without that armor, he's still Batman.

After finishing off the clown's subordinates, Wayne suddenly realized that the over-the-shoulder throw looked very familiar.

He searched in the rain and fog, and finally found the figure.

After meeting each other and confirming that there was no one else around, he called his old butler by his name: "Alfred?"

"What's the matter, master?"

When the butler's voice came, he frowned.

Because the sound comes from tiny earphones in your ears, not the person in front of you.

And "Batman" stood in front of him silently, without speaking.

Look carefully, "Batman" is shorter than him, and it seems that his figure can hardly support the uniform.

"You're not Batman?" he asked the butler hurriedly, confused.

As he finished speaking, "Batman" seemed to throw something at him.

The thing seemed harmless, and he instinctively picked it up, but found that "Batman" swayed at an extremely fast speed and disappeared in front of him.

The thing in his hand turned out to be his bat helmet mask.

"Big hero, please allow me to resign."

"Master, didn't you arrange for that young lady to play you?"

Janna's unique voice, together with his butler's explanation, rang in his ears.

The movement of the over-the-shoulder throw coincided with Janna who was wearing a bodyguard uniform on the tall building that night.

The difference is that today she is "Batman".

Wayne turned his head abruptly, only the black cloak could be caught in his sight, and disappeared at the door together with that figure.

***

The next day, the headlines on the front page of Gotham City were all about the situation of this charity exhibition.

Probably the clown mistook Batman, and the chairman of the Wayne Group pretended to take over the identity of Batman for the safety of the hostages and the public.In the end, the real Batman appeared and solved the case.The person who committed the crime was sent to prison, and the clown was sent back to Arkham Asylum.

Bruce Wayne put down the newspaper.

On the notebook in front of him is his mailbox interface. The first letter is a resignation letter from Janna, which shows that it has been read.

"Master, you have a courier." The butler carried the courier box in front of Wayne, "Just in case I scanned it, it's not a dangerous item."

Wayne opened it. It was his bat suit.

He tossed and turned, nothing else.

"Forgive me, young master, instead of expecting that young lady to leave you something else, you might as well find her yourself."

Know your master's Alfred's advice.

Janna lay in her cheap, cramped rental house.

Also browse today's news on the Internet with your mobile phone.

The post of "Bat Black" is like this "Several scattered bat darts were found at the scene, why did Batman miss it?" "

Janna wanted to complain that she wasn't using the batarang to fight off some dangerous person.

Those were the only things she had on hand to toss.

She was covered with a quilt, but she still felt cold, as if she had lost too much blood.

Or just too much blood loss.

She had paid enough attention yesterday, but the limit of this body should have been reached.

No longer facing Bruce Wayne, I also feel that my situation is difficult to explain.

No oxygen to the brain, abnormal heart rhythm, plus a little bit of confusion.

Yesterday he fought against the clown, today he died with deep merit and fame.

Janna suddenly felt that this body was not so bad.

Not knowing where "he" appeared from, when Jana opened her eyes again, she saw the person who had mentioned "poor physical condition" to her yesterday, standing in front of her bed.

"I said, you can't escape death." A meaningful smile appeared on his face.

Those gray eyes made Janna unable to look away.It seemed that in the next second, her soul would stand by the bed, watching the cold corpse on the bed begin to rot.

"Ding-boom-"

Someone is ringing her doorbell.

In the next second, the mobile phone at hand vibrated.

Janna held her breath and saw the caller ID on the phone screen - Gotham Heroes.

She didn't have much strength in her hand, and she repeatedly reached for the phone several times, but instead touched the phone to the narrow edge of the bed.

There was another doorbell.

The phone fell along the edge of the bed.

Janna, who was in a daze, heard the elongated doorbell, "Boom--", and the vibration of the mobile phone, "Om--".

The two are mixed together, accompanied by "the person" standing by her bed.

With a "boom", when the phone fell to the ground, the door of her room seemed to be knocked open.

***

Janna fumbled randomly on the bedside cabinet, then on the phone and skillfully found the position of the call button.

"Who?"

She woke up when she heard her own voice.

The drip above and the white hospital bed.

Janna Caitlin is cold.

She has come back.