[Comprehensive British and American] Backbones League

The man pointed his gun at Bruce across the street, and the moment Bruce raised his head, the bullets whized towards the weak point of his armor.

His battle armor is not completely effective, the connection of the armor is the most vulnerable place.

It's just that these vulnerable positions are not so easily known.

Realizing what the other party was trying to do, Bruce subconsciously lowered his body, rolled quickly, and dodged the attack of the bullet.

In the next second, as if the sneak attacker knew that he could dodge, he threw out the hook rope, and like a bird spreading its wings, it smashed through the glass beside Bruce and appeared beside him.

"Batman." He said in a deep voice, which sounded a little vague and artificial.

The owner of the voice should not be very old, probably in his twenties.

Bruce felt a trace of familiarity, as if seeing an old friend, but the thought flashed by, as if it was a bit ridiculous.

The moment he was distracted, the other party kicked Bruce violently. Bruce instinctively raised his hands to block, but the other party seemed to know his intention, and the next second his legs changed direction and kicked towards Bruce's stomach. .

Bruce took two steps back, the toe of his shoe brushing his plaster, just barely dodging him.

In the next second, the opponent fired two shots at Bruce in a sideways posture.

The bullet grazed Bruce's exposed face, blood oozing from the wound.

"You're old, old guy." The other party jumped up, stood up straight, and played with his gun in his hand, "It doesn't look so invincible."

"You know me." Bruce said.

"But you don't know me." The other party said, his whole body was wrapped in the battle armor, so he couldn't see his expression clearly, but when he said this sentence, his voice was very cold, and revealed a bit of unspeakable hatred , "That's right, there are so many people coming and going around you, they definitely don't care about me, Bat."

All possible and impossible people flashed through Bruce's mind for a moment, and then asked, "Who are you?"

"Arkham." The man lowered the gun in his hand, "You can call me an Arkham knight. I died in Arkham, I was born in Arkham, I hate that place, and at the same time I have to admit my The future must belong to that place, and you, Bat, what is your relationship with Arkham?"

He said a lot without end, but Bruce understood what he meant-he was giving Bruce a hint, and he asked Bruce to guess his identity.

Bruce had never heard of an Arkham knight, and judging from his skill, if there was such a person in Arkham, he couldn't possibly not know about it.

But Arkham Knight's tone was firm, and he didn't look like someone who would deliberately deceive Bruce with wrong information.

What went wrong?

Seeing that Bruce couldn't give an answer immediately, Arkham Knight's voice was full of sarcasm: "You really don't remember."

After he finished speaking, he leaned forward slightly: "Since this is the case, then there is no need for us to continue entanglement, bat, let's stop here."

He said the last word so clearly, it was like a whisper, and if Bruce hadn't been concentrating, he might have missed it.

After finishing speaking, Arkham Knight no longer hesitated. He raised the two guns in his hand and fired indiscriminately.

He didn't aim specifically, but he fired extremely fast, forming a dense firepower net that made it impossible to avoid.

Bruce was already injured, but this random shooting forced him to retreat, and hid behind a wall while the opponent was reloading.

The speed of the opponent's reloading is very fast, and they are professionally trained.

After changing the clip, he didn't stop for a moment, covering the wall where Bruce was hiding, and the voice drilled into Bruce's ear across the gunshot: "I often think about what you want to do, bat, I think What do you mean to this city."

Bruce tentatively threw out a bat dart, but the bat dart was shot down as soon as it protruded a little.

"I thought you meant a lot to this city, a savior, a hero, a knight, whatever." The mocking meaning in his words became stronger, "but I later found out that I was wrong, you mean a lot to this city. Nothing, Batman, you're not saving this city, this city is eating you."

"He's devouring you." Bruce didn't listen to him, but looked around to find a breakthrough, but the man was still talking, as if venting, "This city is devouring you, and it's devouring everything around you." People, devour everyone in this city, Batman, your cape is getting darker and darker, is there any difference between now and darkness? I hate you, Bat, I hate your cape, I hate your self-righteous delusion to save Everyone, but..."

His words stopped at this moment, and the gunshots also stopped.

The shuttle was empty, and he didn't change the bullet immediately, but stared at Bruce's position and said softly——

"I hate you, bat."

For a while, the scene was a little too quiet.

Arkham Knight took a step forward: "Have you given up, Bat? Give up calling for help and decide to admit defeat to me?"

After he changed the bullet, his agitated mood made him step forward involuntarily, approaching Bruce's direction, even though he knew in his heart that this was a very dangerous thing, but his emotions controlled his reason.

It's not good, he knows, but who cares?All he wanted now was to walk up to Batman, laugh at him, question him, and...

As soon as he stepped to the wall where Bruce was hiding, a strong sense of crisis hit him.

Almost without thinking, he raised his hands to cover his head, and then he heard the sound of the wings trembling, many, many of the same sounds.

It's a bat.

By the way, Bruce also has a sonic transmitter.

The bat smashes through the glass, enveloping Bruce.

"Never." Never give up, and never admit defeat.

After speaking, Bruce, surrounded by bats, jumped out of the house and left the scene quickly.

Arkham Knight stood where he was, not knowing whether to be angry or disappointed.

After a while, he reached out and pressed the button on the back of his head, and the mask lifted, revealing a young but gloomy face.

There was a strand of white hair falling on the forehead, obviously it was a face that should be young and flamboyant, but the brows were full of sinister and prey.

"I said, you won't get the answer you want." At this time, the person who jumped off the beam said so.

Wearing a medieval dress, it is Salas wearing the skin of the Count of Monte Cristo.

Salas looked at the familiar face in front of him, of course he knew it, because it was his second brother Jason Todd.

It's just that Jason at this time is no longer the person he knew in the past. He died once and grew up a lot. He used to be a sharp unsheathed sword, but now he is a broken knife that has been put together again.

"Jason." Salas called his name. From the first time he saw each other, they confessed their identities to each other.

He didn't ask how Jason died in the first place, why he came back to life now, and why he became a villain. He didn't care about all of this.

As for the fact that the youngest brother is actually the villain of Gotham, Jason didn't show any surprise. He laughed distortedly, and then said that it should be so. Gotham is all lunatics, and the Wayne family is no exception. .

They understood each other at first sight.

Jason didn't answer Salas' call, but just took off the bat dart stuck in the ground, and then sneered at Salas: "I almost caught him."

"But you didn't catch him." Salas replied without hesitation.

He was not afraid of irritating his brother, because he knew very well that Jason was not the type to be irritated like this.

Sure enough, Jason's eyes were red and his expression was slightly distorted, but he didn't refute.

He inserted the bat dart into his waist, then turned his head to Salas and said, "You will also participate tomorrow."

"I don't want to hurt Bruce." Salas said honestly.

"Even if he lied to you?" Jason said mockingly, raising his voice.

"It doesn't matter, I don't care anyway," Salas said, "I lied to him too."

"If you don't care, you won't go out at night wearing a villain's skin, Sarah Wayne." Jason said, "Bruce is always so naive, thinking that he can save Gotham and the world, but in fact he can't do anything, he Neither can save you or me."

"You and I, Salas, you have to admit that there is no turning back from the moment you set foot on this road, and now we are naturally different from those guys." Jason said, "Don't ever imagine that they will be here Accept us."

"I've never had such delusions, Jason." Salas felt that he saw clearly. From the first day he knew that he was different from them, he no longer had the extravagant hope of going the same way with them. On the contrary, He felt that it was not him who really wanted to integrate into that family again, but the man in front of him who clamored for him to stop being naive.

Jason had been part of that family, and he had never been part of that family.

Jason felt it, he didn't, so he didn't expect it.

He never thought that Batman could save him, so he never denied Batman.

"What do Hu Mo want to do tomorrow?" Salas asked.

"Why don't you ask Edward Nygma what he wants to do tomorrow." Jason said, "Or... a clown."

"I thought you would kill the clown as soon as you crawled back from hell." Salas understood that this meant that he didn't intend to continue, so he changed the subject in a polite manner.

As soon as the clown was mentioned, Jason's face changed. His expression was ruthless. Salas had no doubt that if the clown appeared in front of him at this moment, he would kill him without hesitation.

"Of course I will kill the clown." Jason said, "No, it's not me, it's Bruce. I want Bruce to kill the clown, and he's going to kill the clown for me."

"He won't kill the clown," Salas said. "He hasn't killed him in all these years."

"He will." Jason's expression became more ruthless, "He has to do that."

A trace of green flashed in Jason's eyes. This was the price he paid for crawling back from hell. The water in the Lazarus Pool repaired his body and devoured his sanity.

"Look at him, we're all like this, why isn't he crazy?" Jason said.

Yeah, why isn't he crazy?Why isn't Batman crazy?

Not only Jason, Salas sometimes wants to ask this question, Bat has gone through so much, why is he not crazy, why is he not crazy?

Salas knew that he couldn't continue talking to Jason, and seeing Jason made him seem to see himself.

There was so much connection between them, so much sympathy, that bloodthirsty rage was aroused in him, and that pent-up rage was brought out in front of Jason—even though he was acting very calm.

But as long as he knows that he is looking at Jason, a thought will appear in his mind-he has released himself, why are you still restraining?

Jason Todd is crazy, and you can be too.

He can't go on talking, he has to leave.

So he pushed down his hat to cover half of his face, and after making sure Jason couldn't see his expression, he whispered, "I'm leaving."

"Pretending won't help you, Salas," Jason said.

Salas ignored his last sentence, and disappeared in place on his own.

Jason glanced back at the place he left, evoked an indifferent smile, then stretched out his hand, and pressed his mask again.