[Comprehensive British and American] Chaldea Reconstruction Documentary

Bruce Wayne, who accidentally fell off his horse, deserves to be a Batman with excellent psychological quality. His face remained unchanged, and he still calmly lowered his head in the posture of Rhea standing on tiptoe, and leaned close to her ear to fight back: "Whether you want to help or not, Be good to me now, Rhea."

The hoarse voice rang in her ears, as if every word carried a tiny current, pouring into Rhea's brain, paralyzing her thinking.

Da Vinci, this man fouls, he can't say Bruce's lines in Batman's voice.

Hey, wait, how does he know who I am?

Relying on her own vest, Ruiya's dream of trying to die was shattered.

Seeing Rhea let go of her hand obediently, Bruce pulled the little girl behind him, then nodded to Gordon, indicating that it was just a false alarm.

"Hey, now that you've dealt with the issue of old acquaintances, let me talk about the business."

Officer Gordon said with a serious expression: "Just received the call, Harvey Dent is missing."

Hearing this news, Bruce was unavoidably surprised. Two people who were special to Bruce Wayne disappeared consecutively on the same day?

This is not a coincidence, but a conspiracy against Batman.

"In the prosecutor's office where Harvey Dent went missing, I found this and put it away before anyone else found out, so as not to cause trouble."

Looking at Batman, who was obviously lost in thought, Gordon continued to add an important clue.

He reached out and handed out a colorful card, a cheap Christmas card you can buy anywhere.

'Merry Christmas my dear Bat

oh i know christmas isn't here yet but forgive my whim

I suddenly want to hear the Robin bird singing

I really want to find a Mr. Knight to play chess with me

I'm still thinking about whether to come to a fireworks show to add a festive atmosphere to this boring city

No matter what, I hope you can enjoy this rare happy time like me.'

With a quick glance at the contents of the greeting card, Bruce knows who did these things.

JOKER, the biggest source of pollution that makes Gotham chaotic, Batman's old enemy.

Rhea stuck her head out behind her, trying to see exactly what made Bruce so angry that her whole body tensed up, but Bruce held her head down and pushed her back easily.

"This one, I'll take it first. If I find any clues, I'll notify you directly." After Bruce finished speaking, he turned his head and glanced at Rhea, then set up the hang glider and jumped off the edge of the building.

Is this a sign for me to follow?Rhea nodded to Gordon, turned around and jumped, catching up with the direction Bruce left.

Looking at the two 'outlaws' who came and went to the Gotham Police Station at will, Gordon could only shake his head helplessly and sighed softly.

There are more and more people accompanying the Dark Knight in Gotham, and he is not sure whether he is happy to see such a scene.

Rhea, who caught up with Bruce in a few jumps, watched him nimbly get into the Batmobile parked in the hidden alley, the lights flashing like an unspoken invitation.

The flattered Rhea opened the car door with great care, and sat in cautiously. She had seen the Batmobile captured and captured in various reports before. This carefully remodeled Batman's car shined everywhere It represents the beauty of technology and money.

Rhea sat on the seat without daring to move, as if she was surrounded by glass products that could shatter at the touch of a touch.

"Master, do you like this car so much? Do you like it more than Buster Meow? Huh?"

Facing the question of Da Vinci's death in the communicator, Rhea desperately denied it in her mind, in order to have a stable and peaceful Chaldea, sorry, Batmobile.

The engine roared, and the car with beautiful lines was like an arrow that was off the string and rushed into the distance. Bruce, who was concentrating on driving the Batmobile, kept silent. His silent attitude made Rhea feel as if she had returned to being chained by Bruce when she first came to the Wayne House. 'Interrogation' status.

"You...do you have a way to find Jason and the others?" After a silence of nearly a minute, Bruce asked the first question.

Obviously according to his personality, the first question he asked should be about how his identity was exposed, but for some reason, as if his lips and tongue were out of the control of his brain, he actually asked such a question.

Rhea, who had already asked Da Vinci for help on the way here, shook her head regretfully. There were too few clues, and they lacked too much information about this world. Find the missing person in the vast crowd.

If Sherlock Holmes is there, things will definitely turn around.

"But I can do whatever you want, as long as I can save Jason and the others, I will do my best." Not for the sake of completing the task, but just out of a kind heart, Rhea is also willing to contribute her strength to help Batman.

Bruce nodded slightly, and then spoke again: "Did you know that Bruce Wayne is Batman through your special ability?"

Yes, da Vinci gave me a hook.

Rhea nodded in acknowledgment without elaborating: "What about you? How did you know what I did in New York?"

"Batman knows everything." It was obviously a perfunctory sentence that I didn't want to explain too much, but after that special voice polish, Rhea didn't want to go into it.

"Since you are Batman, have you found any clues that can help us find Jason and the others?"

The important question now is not who is wearing what vest, but to quickly find the two missing people!

"We are now on the way to find clues."

The car with excellent performance was speeding on the streets of Gotham at night, and within 10 minutes, it reached the Gotham City Museum of Art.

The machine in the Batcave retrieved the place where Jason last appeared, but the monitoring in the art gallery was obviously destroyed by someone.

Bruce threw a light mask to Rhea, and then used the claws to lead Rhea into the deserted art gallery, but the moment the two quietly landed in the hall, the originally dark art gallery suddenly Brightly lit.

Suddenly stimulated by the strong light, Rhea blinked her eyes a few times to relieve the unbearable glaring feeling. After she could see the environment in front of her clearly, she found a man in a security uniform was tied up and hung in the art gallery. In front of the big screen for publicity.

Bruce raised his hand and flew a batarang. The moment the rope snapped, a clown's face with a pale, pink, and scarlet smile appeared on the big screen behind the man.

"Hey, my old friend, you are finally here. In order to thank you for your active cooperation, I have prepared a small sandwich cake for you as a gift, I hope you like it."

The green-haired clown looked insane, but Bruce knew he was the sane of the lunatics, the fun of the thugs.

Seeing that Rhea was going to get close to the poor security guard and untie the rope for him, Bruce grabbed her, then turned around and ran out of the building without looking back.

Staggered by Bruce's strength, and then forced to run again, before Rhea could open her mouth to ask the reason, she was rushed out of the art gallery by the scorching air wave from behind, and was held tightly in Bruce's arms , rolled several laps on the ground.

A huge building was blown into ruins just like that.

"Master! Are you okay!!"

Da Vinci in the communicator asked anxiously.

Although the explosion came too suddenly, Rhea didn't have time to activate any heroic skills, but fortunately Bruce reacted quickly.

With severe tinnitus and Da Vinci's report of safety, Rhea got up from Bruce's body, and then vigorously helped Bruce, who was shaking a bit, to his feet.

"It's a bit embarrassing, my friend, it's a rare festival, it's better to dress decently."

JOKER's voice came from the ruins, and Bruce deduced that it should be some kind of super-quality recording device.

"It seems that you like my little gift very much. I am so happy. A polite host in a festival should invite his guests to come and have a party. Wait for my invitation letter, bat."

The clown's teasing video and audio made Bruce furious, but he couldn't ignore it, because he wasn't sure that there was a key hint in it.

Rhea, who still hasn't figured out why it exploded suddenly, stretched out her small palm to cover Bruce's clenched fist as if to appease.

Bruce, who quickly returned to his senses, let go of his palm and stroked Rhea's head.

They should get out of here right away, the Gotham police will be here soon.