[Zhongyingmei] Today I also survived

Gotham, a city known across America for its crime rate, once ranked among the top [-] most dangerous cities in the United States, ranking first among the least desirable cities to live in last year.

For the citizens who have lived in Gotham all year round, the dangers of this city are inseparable from their lives.Maybe your brother-in-law is the manager of a restaurant of the Penguin, or your cousin is the bartender of a certain wine owned by the clown.

Those notorious criminals have long cleverly wrapped their properties under the cloak of legality, and they rely on those properties to make themselves rich.Similarly, some citizens of Gotham also rely on these industries to fill their stomachs.

Among those criminals who run legitimate industries in a serious manner, Penguin is the most successful one.

You have to admit that Penguin's dastardly methods are useful, he has successfully transformed himself from a criminal to a 'businessman' - at least on the surface.

Penguin's reputation in Gotham is not very good. He has always been a stabbing character. When you cooperate with him, you always have to worry about whether you will be betrayed by him.

"Even if he dresses himself up like a gentleman, he still can't hide the shameless smell on him." These words are what Gordon, the chief of the Gotham City Police Department, commented on Penguin.

As far as Penguin is concerned, he doesn't particularly care what those guys think of him. He only worries about one thing now - the dinner tonight.

"For God's sake, Marianne," the penguin looked at his maid, "if I don't see my black bow tie before three o'clock in the afternoon, you may be going to sleep with the fish under the water on the pier. "

The poor maid shivered, and her slightly bloody face turned pale. She knew very well that her employer was not joking with her.

Marianne still remembered that when the former housekeeper died, he was lying on the floor under her feet, and the dark red blood accidentally rubbed on the tip of the penguin's shoe.Penguin rolled his eyes and stretched out his foot to let his subordinates clean his shoes.

"Don't worry." The image of the death of the former butler appeared in the maid's mind, "I will definitely find your bow tie before three o'clock."

"Better," Penguin stood up, tapping his umbrella twice on the floor, "or I'll have to change into a suit, and you might be out of luck."

After speaking, Penguin didn't give the shivering maid any more eyes, and he walked out of the room.

Penguin suddenly said, "I suddenly remembered that I left my bow tie with Edward last week."

"Corfoy," the Penguin called out the names of his subordinates, "forget it, let's kill her."

The men behind the Penguin turned around and returned to the previous room without stopping. The maid's weeping rang out. A few seconds later, the gunshot rang out, and the maid's crying stopped abruptly.

"What's my itinerary for today?" Penguin didn't stop in his footsteps, he turned his head and asked the secretary standing beside him.

"You're going to visit Gotham City Elementary School in the morning, have lunch with Senator Joseph at noon, and then participate in an interview with Gotham TV." The female secretary glanced at the schedule, and then a tangled expression appeared on her face, "Bruce Wayne just now Sir called you and said he would like to have lunch with you."

"Bruce Wayne?" Penguin stopped, a look of surprise on his face.

"Pushed the lunch with Congressman Joseph," the penguin squinted his eyes and thought for a while, "negotiate the location and time of lunch with Bruce Wayne."

"Okay." The female secretary quickly changed the itinerary on the itinerary, then took out her mobile phone and started communicating with the congressmen and the Wayne Group.

At this time, Ivan was sitting at a table with a cup of coffee and a hot dog in front of him.

"Eat your meal with peace of mind," the Scarecrow sounded young, with a slightly hoarse voice, "If you look elsewhere for a second, I will crush you."

The feeling of being pointed at the head with a gun is not so pleasant.Ivan glanced at the food in front of him, he hadn't eaten for nearly two days, he had to eat something.

Ivan picked up the hot dog and took a bite. I don't know where he bought it, and Ivan couldn't help frowning because of the weird taste.

"I'm back." The Mad Hatter's voice sounded from outside the room.

Ivan glanced at it out of the corner of his eye, but had no intention of moving away from his gun.

"I bought a beautiful dress for Alice." The Mad Hatter walked into the room with a golden dress in his arms.

Ivan glanced at the exaggerated long skirt, and he suppressed the idea of ​​throwing the hot dog in his hand at the Mad Hatter's face.

"I inquired about the situation just now." The Mad Hatter took a tissue to help Ivan wipe off the oil stains on the corner of his mouth. "Most of the people who received the invitation will go tonight."

"Where's Poison Ivy?" asked the Scarecrow.

"She should be there too," the Mad Hatter replied, "I heard that she had a fight with Harley Quinn a few days ago."

"Finish?" The scarecrow's eyes fell on Ivan, and when Ivan was chewing the last bite of the hot dog, he asked his subordinates to tie Ivan's hands and feet without hesitation.

"It's too troublesome." The Scarecrow threw the gun he pointed at Ivan into the Mad Hatter's arms. "Can't you just hypnotize him? Or I'll use some fear gas on him."

The Mad Hatter's eyes met Ivan's: "Jonathan, this is the funniest look for him. What I want is a living Alice."

The Scarecrow was too lazy to discuss this issue with the Mad Hatter. He stretched out his hand to pick up the golden dress on the table, just like the dress worn by a princess in a fairy tale, which made him sigh. He never disagreed with the Mad Hatter's aesthetics.

"Are you going to take him with you tonight?" asked the Scarecrow.

"Of course," the Mad Hatter raised the corners of his mouth, and he stared at Ivan, "I can't trust your subordinates, don't forget that my Alice will disappear as soon as I come back."

"Besides," the Mad Hatter took a sip of coffee, "I have to take Alice to meet those lunatics, after all, he will stay in Gotham forever."

"Calm down," An Zai tried to comfort Ivan in his mind, "After all, this time is much better than the last time, you don't need to wear a wig!"

As soon as Ann finished speaking, the Mad Hatter seemed to have remembered something, and he took out a brown wig from the bag at his feet.

"Alice, you must look really good with a wig of this color."

An looked at the big wavy wig on the table and was silent for a moment: "I underestimated him."

11:30 p.m., Downtown Gotham, Mullit's Restaurant.

Penguin took a sip of red wine, then looked at the man sitting opposite him.

"To my surprise, Mr. Wayne," said the Penguin, "I didn't expect you to have lunch with me."

Bruce smiled, and raised his glass to Penguin.

"Mr. Copperpot, I heard that you are a strong candidate for the next mayor," Bruce said, "Then I must establish a good relationship with you in advance."

Bruce's words made the Penguin laugh twice, and the red wine glass was placed on the table by the Penguin.

"No matter who is elected mayor," the penguin smiled, "I believe that Wayne Group's status in Gotham will not be a problem."

"However, Mr. Wayne, wouldn't you really be communicating with me when you had lunch with me today?" Penguin leaned back on the chair, and he looked at Bruce, "Should you have something else to ask me?"

Bruce met Penguin's eyes with a smile on his face, he leaned forward slightly, and lowered his voice.

"I heard that you have a dinner party tonight." Bruce said, "I want to go and see it. I heard that there are many celebrities from Gotham."

Penguin's smile didn't change at all. He looked at the most famous playboy in Gotham in front of him, and after a while he laughed.Gotham celebrity?Those guys at the dinner party tonight are indeed "Gotham celebrities" in a way.

"What do you want to do?"

"What else can I do?" Bruce showed a standard second-generation patriarch's face, "Of course I went to join in the fun. I have always... umm... admired the name of Poison Ivy for a long time."

Bruce made an expression that any man could understand, and he winked at Penguin.

"I heard that Poison Ivy is very beautiful?" Bruce asked.

Penguin sneered suddenly, he stood up and looked down at Bruce.

"Mr. Wayne, is it not interesting for you to perform this trick to me here?"

The Penguin put away his previous smile, and he gave Bruce a cold look: "Don't you like men? You asked about the dinner to tell Batman?"

Bruce's expression froze for a moment, and then he showed a puzzled expression: "Mr. Copperpot, I don't know what you are talking about, do you..."

Before Bruce finished speaking, he was interrupted by the Penguin, who tapped the table twice lightly: "Others may not know, but I know your relationship with Batman very well."

"Relationship? What relationship?"

"You and Batman are a couple," Penguin said solemnly, "I found out that most of his supplies flowed from the Wayne Group, amounting to hundreds of millions of dollars. If it wasn't for some special relationship, you wouldn't be willing to do this support him."

Bruce:? ? ? ? ?

"So," Penguin bowed as a gentleman pretendingly, "our conversation should come to an end here. You should tell your man that he should not meddle in what happened tonight."

After Penguin finished speaking, he picked up his umbrella and walked out of the restaurant.

Bruce stiffened in the chair, and it took him a while to rub his temples helplessly.

"A couple?" Gotham's playboy stood up and walked out of the restaurant, "I just found out today that I am a couple with Batman."