The feasibility of working the night shift in Gotham

Gotham, Wayne Manor study.

Bruce Wayne was sitting in his study, and there were some things neatly placed in front of him, but he was uncharacteristically closed his eyes and looked away.

Dolls, photos, envelopes, and some hand-made origami items are all Jason's stuff. These items are divided into two sides to expose the middle part.

Bruce waited, waiting for the final result.Batman's reason told him that it was over, but Bruce Wayne's sensibility still had the last desire left.He longed that these were all fake, even though he knew he was deceiving himself, he watched the child hang his head in his arms, and felt the child's body temperature gradually turning cold in his arms.

But as a father, he still kept his last hope in his heart.

"Jason, son..." He hugged his head and whispered, why?He couldn't help complaining, why don't you listen to me, I told you not to act alone, I thought the emperor's theater gave you a warning, but why?Son, you never listen to my requests?

But why! What did I do again!Bruce hammered the table, with regret overflowing on his face, why didn't I see clearly that I wasn't suitable for this job, why didn't I keep an eye on you even though I had learned from the past!Why would I drag innocent you into this crazy world!

You deserved a better life, son.He covered his eyes, silently feeling the tears soaking his palms.

"I was so stupid, it was my fault..." Bruce muttered, Batman needs Robin, I lied to you from the beginning.

The so-called truth is that I am so alone, whether it is Batman or Bruce Wayne, after losing his partner Dick Grayson, they are all alone again.

But in the end this so-called desire killed his son.

"Batman doesn't need Robin..." But I still long to have you, Jason, my best son.

"Dong dong!"

The knock on the door sounded like the final judgment, Bruce couldn't help sitting up straight, sniffing, and said, "Come in, Fu..."

The one who came was Superman.

"You shouldn't be here, where is Ah Fu?" Bruce said lightly, even though he called Superman at first, but now he doesn't want the other party to participate in this matter.

"Afu said he wanted to calm down for a while, and I'm here to deliver you Dr. Leslie's report for him." Clark explained, he didn't know how to comfort Bruce, when he rushed to the place at the first time At that time, I was also shocked by what I saw before my eyes.

He didn't spend much time with Jason's kid. Compared to Dick's enthusiasm when he saw him, Jason's attitude towards him was always distant and wary, which looked very much like Bruce.Sometimes Clark prefers to spend more time with the former, and it may hurt to say that, but he can't help saying that Jason is not a good boy.He'd seen Bruce and him work together, and they looked like a dynamic duo back.

"No one wants to see something like this happen." He patted Bruce on the shoulder, and put the doctor's death report in front of Bruce, "I'm sorry, but you have to cheer up, Bruce, Gotham needs you, and the Union does too." Need you. Do you want me to help you call Dick? Get him back with you."

"About the Old Ones, do Diana and the others have any clues?" Bruce skipped the topic.

"Diana has returned to Paradise Island. She wants to investigate this matter herself. She will inform us when she gets the exact news." Clark knew that Bruce didn't want to talk about this matter, so he also changed the subject.

"I contacted Hal, and he said that he would pay attention to this matter for us in the universe, and Victor would screen the relevant entries on the Internet. Since according to what Loki said, they once ruled over ten thousand years ago Earth, then there will definitely be traces left, Arthur also plans to return to Atlantis temporarily, he thinks there may be an answer under the sea. As for the Avengers, there is no definite news yet."

Bruce nodded to show that he knew and didn't talk anymore, and the atmosphere between the two was a bit awkward.

Bruce pressed his hand on the report and couldn't bear to open it, while Clark stood by the desk and observed the things on the table. He was obviously taken aback when he saw the photo of Jason in the opera house.

Where did the gray shadow behind Jason seem to be seen?

"Good evening, Mr. Wayne."

The holographic projection on the table suddenly lit up, it was Lucius, after he saw Superman next to Bruce, he nodded and smiled at him as a greeting.

Clark also responded that when he saw Lucius, he suddenly remembered what Bruce had asked him to do before. After Nil Zuko died, the matter disappeared, but the medical technology of Krypton at that time was indeed discovered in the other party's brain. There were some undetectable damages.

"Good evening, Lucius." Bruce said, putting the report aside, "Is there any progress on what I asked you to do?"

"I heard Alfred say this, I'm sorry, Bruce, he's a good boy." Lucius lowered the corner of his mouth, hoping this would comfort the father, "You asked me to investigate before, Jason I bought the necklace as a gift, and I traced the current location of the necklace."

Hearing this, Clark, who was originally immersed in his own thoughts, couldn't help raising his eyebrows and glanced at the people around him.

Ignoring Clark's gaze, Bruce said, "Thank you, Lucius, so I finally know she's a real person."

"Can't you dial the phone on the note?" He took the origami paper and held it in his hand. This is a thousand paper cranes with multiple creases. In the center of the paper crane, a string of telephone number.

Next to this string of unfamiliar handwriting, there is Bruce's familiar note, which is Jason's note. He only wrote one word, Ann.

Bruce knew the owner of this string of numbers.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Wayne, I still haven't got through." Lucius' figure froze, and after the Blu-ray, a holographic map appeared on the projector.

"However, I found something strange. If the necklace is on this person, then she is coming from New York to Gotham now." Lucius' voice paused, as if he couldn't believe it.

"At a very fast speed, a speed that is impossible for ordinary humans."

The red dot on the map is moving at a high speed. In the blink of an eye, the red dot has crossed the Manhattan River between the two states.

Clark's ears moved slightly as if he was listening to something. The speed beyond the speed of light made his figure a swaying afterimage in the room.

The next moment, Ah Fu pushed the door open, holding a tablet broadcasting the news in his hand, "Master Bruce, the clown and Harley Quinn are appearing on the highway in Gotham, and they have already caused many traffic accidents."

"They robbed the Gotham Bank." Superman returned to the room again, holding several suitcases in his hand, and opened the suitcases, which were full of neatly stacked cash.

"It's on the way to the chemical plant now."

The birthplace of the chemical plant clown.

Bruce's eyes narrowed into a dangerous arc, he knew what the clown meant, it was provoking him.

"It's time for you to leave, Superman." He just called the code name, which showed that Batman wanted to solve this problem alone.

Superman hadn't said anything yet, but all of a sudden, all the people present felt like the mountains were shaking. He hurriedly helped Ah Fu who was closest to him. Fortunately, the shaking lasted less than 5 seconds. There was no loss, and Ah Fu was supported on a chair beside him to sit down, and Superman spontaneously picked up the things that fell on the ground.

It's all Jason's stuff, Clarke sighed, and suddenly he froze in place, that picture—that picture of the Opera House.

"Bruce, Bruce. I remembered when I saw this shadow. Beside Naihe Island Jason, the gray shadow followed him everywhere." He said loudly, walked up to Bruce, and took the photo Stuffed it into Bruce's hand, "Look, I couldn't see the face under the shadow clearly just now, but now I can see it clearly."

Bruce took the photo. It was a black-haired Asian woman. The moment he saw the other person's face, the woman Jason described in his memory had a face.

However, he shook his head, "I've never seen her in this photo." Whether it's the gray shadow in Clark's mouth, or the suddenly clear person in Clark's mouth, from the day he got this photo, it's all there. It was the first time he had seen this man.

"Gentlemen, now is not the time to discuss this," A Fu interrupted their conversation with a solemn face, and showed them the tablet in his hand, which was the latest broadcast connected to GCPD.

"The clown has been forced to stop in place by this lady."

Bruce looked back at the projector, and the red dot that marked Anyang was falling steadily on the bridge to the chemical plant.

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'呲! '

The sickle and dagger made a strong contact sound, and I jumped back a few steps, sideways avoiding the acid spray from the white flower on the opponent's chest.

I didn't hesitate to throw away Harley Quinn who was held in my hand as a shield. I thought the clown would at least temporarily stop for the sake of this woman, but if I hadn't dodged in time just now, I would have waited for her to wake up. You will find a big hole in your face.

Seeing the comatose Harley convulsing due to external stimulation, the clown pretended to be heartbroken and looked at me, "Oh! My poor Harley, she is so rude."

I didn't bother to pay attention to the clown's slick tongue. The next moment, the giant scythe was thrown from my hand and hit his neck at high speed. The clown's green pupils shrank for a moment, and it was only for a moment. He then relaxed his waist to avoid the blow hit.

"I was looking forward to it, but it turns out that this is all I can do?" The clown mocked, but when he got up, he found that the woman was no longer in front of him, and the warning signs of danger in his mind kept warning him.

The sound of moving wind never rang in my ears, it was teleportation, the clown didn't have time to react, the woman's tone was more mocking than his, "Of course it's more than that, I said I would break your bones."

"Let me see where do I start?"

The clown turned his head subconsciously, and the sharp and curved metal hit him deeply on the cheek, and his body was also pumped out with this huge force, rolling towards the side of the viaduct.

I raised my left hand back to hold the whirling sickle, and looked at the crowbar on my right hand with disgust. Following my movements, the small white half of my face hanging from the curved tip of the crowbar was thrown away mixed with blood. on the ground.

I moved my shoulders and neck and walked towards the clown. The steel bridge piles stopped him from rolling all the way down, but he suffered a violent impact.

Seeing me standing in front of him holding a crowbar, the clown laughed out loud coughing up blood, his shoulders kept shrugging, the lower half of his face lacked cheeks, the exposed red muscles and the other half of his red lips formed a strange smile.

I clenched the weapon harder and harder. Sure enough, I hated this man from the very first sight. I hated the blood behind his soul, but what I hated even more was that I clearly saw it but didn't pay attention.

"For Robin!"

"I'm still wondering who it is?" He raised his head with a smile and his green eyes were full of madness, "So it's because of that little bird!" He shook his head as he spoke, "You shouldn't call him a little bird, he has already been changed by me It's a dead bird. What is there to be attached to a dead bird that can't sing."

"Oh!" The clown covered his mouth and challenged me, "My fault, I collapsed his lung."

"Really! I will do the same." The man's tone was indifferent, and the black mist of the bat suit slowly formed in front of my eyes. I saw a man in a gray coat with a neat haircut, airborne in front of us.He stepped on the clown's back, and heard a few clicks with less than two points of effort. The bone on the clown's back was broken by his step, and no accident, the bone would poke into his lungs.

"I think that's what I'm supposed to do, Doctor." The crowbar twirled in my hand, gripping the tail, and I hit the Joker's side like a ball.

"It's the same between us and him, Ann. I know your rules, but we always have a way, don't we?" Dr. Reed didn't care about my tone, he took out something and handed it to me, "Hate The blood of the blood, the humans who drink this blood will be transformed into blood demons."

But not all human beings can persevere until the time of transformation, and often they will die in pain during the process.

"Thank you." I took the medicine, understood what the doctor meant and what he wanted to do, and helped me while borrowing a knife to kill someone, killing two birds with one stone.But indeed this kind of behavior is also a way, pull out the plug of the potion, I quietly watched the red potion dripping on the clown's torn muscles.

"Your words and deeds always try to annoy me, clown. But don't worry, you've already done it." Keeping the test tube aside, I held up the crowbar in my hand, "Now it's reward time!"

The whirling bat dart passed me, landed not far away and exploded beside the clown.

Didn't hurt me, just a warning.I stopped my hands and looked at the man who came out of the dark. The night wind blew his cloak. This was the first time I met him face to face, and I thought he should be the same.

"Good evening Batman, would you like to join me?"

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