[Comprehensive Yingmei] What kind of experience is it like to take online classes in Gotham?

But having said that, compensation is compensation, and this confession must continue.

I said that I didn’t have anything to ask, but in fact, I still have something, and even asking this question in the current scene will appear more acute.

"Why did you choose to be Batman?" I wanted to ask.

The emergence of superheroes is actually not surprising, this is a kind of personal heroism.

I can also understand that a person with special abilities decides to take responsibility, thinking that the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility to become a superhero.

But why would Bruce Wayne, an ordinary guy without any superpowers, choose to be a superhero?

Just looking at the Justice League, most of the members of this organization have superpowers, and very few are ordinary people.

So why did they choose to embark on such a path?

If it was out of personal heroism that Bruce Wayne, who had just chosen to be Batman, naively believed that Gotham City could be better after being saved by him, then now?

For so many years in Gotham wearing tights and masks to fight crime anonymously, Gotham has not become better because of the appearance of Batman. People in the East Side still regard joining gangs to collect protection fees as a serious job, and there are still robberies and crimes all the time. Murder, heinous criminals cannot be tried by law, and the government and businessmen colluded to control the government of Gotham City.

The clown, the riddleman and others have escaped from prison again and again to reap their lives. Batman is on the way to stop crime every night, isn't he tired?

After so many years of being Batman, you still can't see the possibility of a bright future for Gotham City, aren't you discouraged?

Since Gotham can't see the future, will you regret dragging all the children in the family into the water to become vigilantes?

"Do you ever regret being Batman and having your kids as your sidekicks?"

It was this question that was finally asked.

Both of these questions are actually quite poignant, but I do want to know.

I'm indifferent when Batman is someone else.

But knowing that Batman is my father, I do panic and rage.

I have learned about some of Batman's past experiences for classwork before, and I can better understand how terrible those vicious criminals are in Gotham.

My dad's numerous scars speak volumes for the injuries he's had over the years as Batman.

I know how shocking my medical report is, but his is only more terrifying than mine.

For Dick and the others, who have been participating in vigilante activities, they may have become accustomed to being injured all the time, and they can even be prepared to die every time they stop a crime.

But I really can't accept it.

I went to the idiot organization because they caused my mother's car accident and endangered her life, so I later led a team to eliminate this idiot organization, and I even killed their leader with my own hands-although this incident led to my suspension.

And what about the Arkham criminals who got my dad hurt multiple times?

——I want to shoot them one by one and send them to meet the boss of that idiot organization.

But in Gotham, I came from an unknown teacher, and I don't have sufficient reasons to legally kill people like last time.More likely to be stopped by my dad, AKA Batman, like the Riddler before.

Don't talk about my thoughts, back to the confession, the atmosphere is actually a bit condensed.

My dad hasn't answered yet, probably organizing his language.The other four didn't speak either, they were all watching my dad with me, probably waiting for his answer too.

"I don't regret being Batman," he said eventually, "but I regret having kids as my sidekicks."

The few people who heard his answer all paid attention to him. There was emotion in their eyes that I couldn't understand. Maybe it was surprise or anger, but it was complicated anyway.

"Damn." Dick held his forehead, "Bruce said that again."

Ok.

Judging from Dick's reaction, my dad must have always regretted making them vigilantes.

Regret but there is no way to prevent them from becoming vigilantes, and they may even have quarreled more than once over this matter.

"You have all become very good fighters." He glanced at Dick and the others who were sitting on the sofa, "You are all finding your own way, and I regret having you as my assistants, but that doesn't mean I am denying your ability."

"Whether it's your father or your mentor, I have failed my duty." He turned his gaze to me, "You too."

"Louise." He called my name very calmly.

"Before I knew it, you had participated in many battles, suffered large and small injuries, serious ones even threatened your life. You grew up where I couldn't see, and you even fought side by side with me, and I didn't I don't know."

"Seriously?" Jason, who was sitting by the side, whispered, "Is the old man hitting a straight ball?"

"...It's rare to see." Dick echoed.

It can be seen that such a father is indeed rare.

but……

"What does it mean to fight side by side with you?" I wondered, "When did it happen?"

In my mind, I have never worked with Batman.

"Operation Snow Mountain, A-32100," my dad said, "one of the cooperation between the Justice League and the Special Cases Office. Superman and I were in charge of this operation at the time."

Ah, that being said, I'm a bit impressed.

The purpose of this operation was to destroy a plan that the idiot organization cooperated with Hydra and the villains of Gotham at that time. , I asked a team member to find a place to report back, and I sneaked in with other people.

The infiltration was very successful, and the intelligence was obtained. Unfortunately, we didn't know what went wrong when we retreated, and we were discovered.It was an emergency, so I sent the rest of the cover team out to deliver the message.They all managed to get out, but I was caught by very bad luck. They injected me with biotoxins to extract a confession, but I don't have a clear memory after being caught.

The last impression of this mission is that in the huge roar, Superman punched through the entire base, and the ceiling fell down and knocked my guards unconscious. As a non-chief, I was not spared from being hit by the ceiling Standing upright, the god of the world fell from the sky while dizzy, and then I passed out.

Anyway, I didn't see Batman at that time, but only saw the god on earth who destroys regardless of enemy or friend.

I probably didn't see Batman, but I don't know if he saw me at the time.

"Did you see me that time?" I asked him.

"The only thing I didn't see was the Special Cases member that Superman rescued," my dad said. "Is that you?"

Yes, it's me.

I didn't say this answer, but he had already seen it from my reaction.

For a while, I didn't know whether it was better for my father to fight with me under my nose without recognizing my daughter, or it would be better for my daughter to come out of the base of the terrorist organization I wanted to encircle and suppress with my partner.

But the two are not of the same nature.

The current frank situation is to make the thoughts in my mind go from: Fuck, my dad is Batman! ——It became: Damn, I actually worked as a temporary colleague with my dad!

Batman, who would have thought that Bruce Wayne, the richest man in Gotham, was Batman?

All of a sudden, my dad changed from an ordinary person with only money and beauty to a superhero who has saved the world several times. Although it has been several days since I knew his identity, I still feel that Kind of magical.

Knowing or seeing, or even fighting alongside, a superhero is not the same as having a loved one who is a superhero.When this superhero has nothing to do with me, I can rationally evaluate the significance of superhero existence, just like I can easily use Batman as a dialectical material to argue.But when Batman connected with me and became my father, it became shocking to think about my evaluation of Batman and the materials I had read.

After fighting crime for ten years, I can almost imagine what my father and brothers gave up as a superhero.

When I don't know their identities, I can praise these masked vigilantes for their selflessness.

But after knowing it?

I just want to ask basely: Can you give up this identity for me?

But the answer is pretty obvious, they won't.

Comparing my heart to my heart, I can even understand why they don't hide it very much but they don't take the initiative to tell me about it - if you can find it, you will find it, if you don't find it, you will continue to hide it. This kind of attitude is really helpless.

After several rounds of intel exchanged through the Confessions Bureau, I asked one final question: "Did you all know that I praised Batman in the class debate in front of Damian in the study?"

The more serious atmosphere caused by the exchange of information was broken by my question. My dad relaxed his body against my substantial gaze, and he nodded with a smile.

"Louis, I didn't expect you to admire Batman so much!" Dick said with a very disgusting aria, clutching his chest, "We've all heard you praise Batman, do you like Nightwing?"

In the second half of the speech, he changed his tone and told me Amway himself, very suspicious of Wang Po selling melons.

"No." I said without hesitation.

Underneath his "you broke my heart" complaint, I added: "Actually, my favorite superheroes are Wonder Woman and the Avengers' Black Widow."

Yujie is the best in the world!

In fact, Jason and I got along when we first met because we shared the burden.

Jason's favorite superhero is also Wonder Woman.

"I think Superman is good too," said Dick, who is a Superman fan.

"Yeah, Superman is good too." I agreed with Dick.

First of all, Superman is very handsome, he has big chest muscles, and then Superman saved me, and he indirectly helped me solve the teacher's question, secondly, Superman has very long legs, and his body proportions are perfect, although he used to wear a set of uniform underwear.

Finally, Superman has big pecs.

...I'm not an old pervert. Thank you.