The feasibility of working the night shift in Gotham

"Gotham, hello, this is Vickiville." The host of the blonde beauty was smiling at the camera, and she pointed to the building behind her.

"Behind me is the most famous company in Gotham City, Wayne Enterprises. It is reported that a text message from Bruce Wayne's social platform last night blasted the Internet. The victims built a memorial statue, and criticized the inaction of the Gotham Police Department and the evil and brutality of the Joker on social platforms, and disdain for the most widely circulated vampire legend in Gotham, claiming that these vampires are the same as Batman It's just a made-up loathsome creature."

"My God! It's Bruce Wayne!"

"He's out!"

Suddenly, there was a commotion among the crowd squatting at the entrance of the Wayne Building. The automatic door of the building was suddenly opened, and a man in a dark blue suit walked out from the door. Facing the swarming microphones, he did not feel any discomfort but revealed that he belonged exclusively to his brother. Prince Tan's sweet smile.

"Good morning sweethearts. I'm overwhelmed by your enthusiasm," he said with a smile.

Even though it was already afternoon in Gotham, no one dared to stand up and refute, they would only echo Bruce more loudly in hopes of gaining the favor of the famous playboy.

Vicky flicked her hair confidently, and handed the microphone to Bruce's mouth, thinking that he would choose her as always, but unexpectedly Bruce avoided her microphone seemingly unintentionally, which made Vicky very embarrassed.

"Well...let me choose." Bruce lazily said, he pointed casually, "Yes, it's you, this man in a rustic plaid shirt, come here some boys, let me see your badge. "

"Very good, Mr. Clark Kent of the Daily Planet, I can give you a chance to ask a question." Bruce raised his eyebrows, "Ask."

His tone was obviously frivolous and arrogant, but no one present felt that there was a problem with it. They even thought it was a matter of course. This was Bruce Wayne.They cast envious eyes on this reporter named Kent.

The rustic male reporter who was pointed out bent his waist and pushed the glasses on his nose helplessly. In the excited elbow attack of the female colleague beside him, Clark scratched his cheek and looked flattered. He held the pen in his hand. They were all dropped to the ground by him.

"Excuse me, excuse me." He bent down, picked up a pen in the crowd, and squeezed to the front with an embarrassed smile.

'B! 'He uttered his last stubbornness with his lips!

Bruce smiled at him unimpressed.

Clark swears with super hearing that he heard the whispers in the crowd, he really doesn't want to be on the entertainment section of the Gotham newspaper, but he still asks with a stiff smile.

"Good morning, Mr. Wayne. May I ask why you suddenly posted such a message on the social platform? You should know that your previous tweets are all... well." Clark couldn't describe what, Bruce's platform Managed by Lucius, in order to meet the personality, it is basically a basic package for beautiful women, luxury cars and mansions, and the rich second generation.

"It's just some basic life, sir." Bruce's words drew bursts of laughter from the reporters, and then he changed the topic to a serious face with a somewhat murderous look, which stopped the reporters' laughter abruptly.

"The reason why I want to release such news is because I pay attention to Gotham, my hometown, and every tragedy that happens in Gotham! I thought the police department would bring justice for the people who lost their lives, but they No! The clown is still at large, and the police department even blamed unknown creatures for the tragedy that happened in Gotham!"

"It's ridiculous! I think it's time for me as a public person to stand up for them! Gotham will never be defeated by these monsters."

"Why don't you believe in the superhero Batman? I heard that you said on social platforms that he was fabricated, but as a member of the Justice League, Batman has also participated in league activities and appeared in public many times. After this incident, I heard The Gotham Police Department is also working with Batman, and we have seen him imprisoning the Joker in Arkham Asylum many times."

Clark asked, 'Since you dragged me down, I dragged you down too! This sentence was written in the eyes of the honest reporter.

'I remember this account! ' Bruce looked back.

"It's better to trust Batman than to trust Superman. I guess Superman will protect me, won't he?"

Bruce suddenly threw up his hands and announced loudly.

"Tomorrow night, I will hold a charity banquet at the Imperial Theater to celebrate this operation and all the donations from the banquet will be shared equally with all affected families! All are welcome to attend!"

"The only lucky person in the disaster - Nina Eisenhart will be a special guest to witness all this! At that time, Jonathan Reed, who has the most handsome night shift doctor, will also enter the venue at my invitation!"

After speaking, under the support of the bodyguards, Bruce's lengthened Lincoln walked away.

His face seemed to have changed into the familiar playboy again, which made the reporters relieved. They scattered around and whispered, maybe this time it was all just a trick of this playboy to gain attention.

However, it doesn't matter.

The corners of Bruce's lips curled up as he looked at the constantly passing scenery passing by the car window.

His purpose was only one from beginning to end, and this person must have known it by now.

"Foo!" he yelled at the man who was driving.

"Yes, sir."

"Dr. Diana Prince is waiting for me at the National Museum of National History in Washington."

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There is a saying that the most dangerous place is often the safest place.

A temporarily unknown basement of Arkham Asylum.

The sound of the TV is distorted because the signal cannot be received underground.

But it couldn't stop the people sitting in front of the TV from laughing uncontrollably.

When Bruce on TV said that he would stand up for justice, he couldn't help but get up from his chair and brushed his green hair vigorously.

"Hahahahaha!" The clown laughed wildly.

"Boss..." A miscellaneous soldier with makeup was pushed up. He stepped forward cautiously, for fear of touching the clown's moldy head, but was still shot through the center of the brow by the bullet the next moment. The smell of blood flowing from the brow made the dark The locked creatures rushed forward with green eyes.

For a while, the chains in the basement rattled.

This is the best music for the clown, he imitated the ballroom dancing at the banquet in the basement, and everywhere he passed, people were scrambling to make room for him, but they fell to the ground in confusion.

Seeing the farce caused by himself, the clown laughed even more happily, but after a while he yelled as if he suddenly remembered something, "Harry! Harley!"

"Harry! Where are you! Get out my new clothes! Little Bruce is inviting us to a party."

In the silence, the clown's face became more and more ugly. At this moment, a miscellaneous soldier had to step forward and said in a trembling voice.

"Harry went out with Little Pudding." When talking about Little Pudding, the miscellaneous soldier couldn't help but have a complicated expression on his face. He endured fear and nausea, "They haven't come back yet."

The clown stared at him silently for a while, until the soldier thought he was going to die, but the clown walked away with dancing steps.

"Mr. J will forgive her this time." The miscellaneous soldier collapsed to the ground instantly.

"Look at our beautiful lady, do you still have the habit of living in the room I gave you?" The clown kicked the corner of the cage. The woman in the cage had messy red hair. She turned her back to the clown and asked him. The provocation was silent.

"Well, Mr. J is here to inform you to attend the banquet." The clown left consciously and bored. This is the kind of person he dislikes the most. He has no fear, no anger, and no resentment towards him.

He hates feeling ignored.

The Joker deserves to be remembered by everyone as Gotham's greatest crime king!

The woman with her back to the clown seemed to have completely blocked the outside world, until she heard the name from Bruce Wayne's mouth, and her blood-red vertical pupils opened suddenly.

Jonathan, my love!She whispered her husband's name in her heart, and tears rolled down her eyes.

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Banquet night.

I easily made it to the second floor of the Emperor's Theatre.I politely knocked on the door despite saying no one could look at me.

Within a minute, Nina in a pink dress opened the door.

"Ann!" She threw herself into my arms excitedly, I hugged her around and rubbed her hair, "This dress makes you more beautiful, Nina."

"Really!" Nina lifted up the skirt to show me the details, "I said I wanted to wear black so we could be sisters. But Pietro disagreed and said it would look old." She pulled the skirt on me, Sincerely said, "You look good when you dress clearly!"

"Aren't you two standing in front of the door for fear of being seen?" Jason, wearing a black suit and a red bow tie, stepped forward, grabbed Nina and me and dragged them into the room. Take a look and close the door after making sure no one is there.

"They can't see me." I said indifferently. Suddenly, I squinted my eyes, walked up to Jason, walked around in a circle, put my arms around his neck, and asked softly.

"Does it look good?"

Tonight, my dress was the one with the highest votes among all the women in the office. It was a slit backless glitter fishtail skirt paired with red bottom pearl high-heeled shoes. I also brought a bat earring for the occasion.

Although others can't see it, we can't lose face as Gotham's most beautiful girl.

"Cut...it's okay." Jason pushed me away with a blushing face, but didn't respond positively.

"Although I can't see you clearly, is that the relationship between you two?" The silver-haired boy in the corner suddenly asked.

"What's the relationship?" I walked up to Pietro, who is Nina's brother, and bent down, "What relationship can we have, just like you and Nina, me and Nina, we are just friends."

Ignoring Pietro's bragging, I continued to move closer to his eyes, "Can you see clearly?"

"I didn't know you were like a cloud of gray, human-shaped mist..." Pietro didn't finish his sentence.

"Tony Stark!"

"It's Iron Man!"

The crowd under the window suddenly burst into exclamation, and looked out from the window opened by Nina.

A golden-red figure is moving towards here at high speed.

"bump!"

It hit the middle of the crowd!With the sound of electric current and exhaust sound.

A man with brown hair and stars in his eyes stepped out of the golden-red armor.

He toured the Western Zhou Dynasty, raising his hands amidst the noise of the crowd.

"Girls cheer for Tony Stark!"

"Ann?" Jason's doubtful voice came.

"Nothing?" I turned around and hugged his arm coquettishly, "I'm hungry!"

Only I know that when I leaned on the balcony and looked down, this Iron Man from New York just met my eyes for a moment.

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