A meow and a dog

[He is a villain who defies the law and rules Gotham with fear and darkness. He is reluctant to play games with the clown, because if the clown dies, he will be worthless.Batman isn't a Gotham hero because he's evil and depraved, which made him kill our Harvey Dent. 】

I stared at the words I just wrote, and the small section of the Gotham newspaper was circling in my mind. Obviously, there is no news recently that can compare to this "bat monster" who turned out to be out of nowhere, because I This third-rate reporter can also get my story on the front page with him.

Sighing, I stood up and took my coat off the hanger, grabbed my voice recorder, double-checked the questions I was going to ask the son of Gotham later, and then went out to take a taxi and approached the downtown building.

People obviously like the billionaire better than Batman - even if his temper has gradually become eccentric and violent, but there are some advantages to that temper, but it is difficult and unappealing for people like us to get one now. work.But for me, this unremarkable job was better than sitting at home writing that report.

It's raining in Gotham, and the rain can easily wet the clothes of passers-by and let the sewage stain their trouser legs.And I'm sitting in the car, wondering if the guy who's about to turn from a playboy to a sullen old man is going to throw me out for the ridiculous reason that it's raining, even though it's a lesser reason than "disheveled." ", "bad character", "uneducated", "tricky" and other reasons are much better, but this does not make me feel the slightest joy about the next interview.

The taxi stopped in front of Wayne's house, and I happened to see that the two iron doors were covered with scarlet rust. If I put this on the news, there would definitely be another rumor that Wayne was crazy Open, because he doesn't even care about the renovation of his own house, you know, it represents his decency as a playboy.

The door was opened by an old man, well dressed, with his hair carefully combed, holding a black umbrella - I think that would cover three adults - I heard he had taken care of Wayne For more than 30 years, Wayne has been completely dependent on him now, and he still has no intention of leaving.

Pennyworth opened the door for me, and dutifully led me to Wayne, and I also got to see the once frivolous and indulgent son-in-law as I wished.

Wayne was leaning on the sofa with his eyes closed, wearing a white nightgown, his hair seemed to have been blown by the March wind and then soaked in the pool, one of his legs was stretched weakly, kicking on the ground, as if tired Same.However, according to recent rumors, Wayne will only be able to drag that leg and live on crutches in the future.

Pennyworth walked up to Wayne, bowed his head and said something, so the owner here opened his eyes and gave me a sideways glance, "...you are—"

"Tom Lord, Mr. Wayne," I said, trying to talk myself out of Wayne's arrogance.

Wayne snorted, "You look like a friend of mine."

I saw Pennyworth frown, as if he couldn't help but want to say a word or two, but because of Wayne, he held back again.

I'm a little fidgety, so I want to remind Wayne about the interview, "Mr. Wayne, can we start the interview?"

But Wayne's expression turned bored or even disgusted, and Pennyworth next to him coughed lightly, and Wayne changed from being kind to expressionless, "Well, what do you want to ask?" Wayne Eun stared at me with menacing eyes.

Pretending to be calm, I took out a notebook and a pen from my pocket, and flipped through them pretendingly—it was actually blank. "Uh, may I ask you to quit the Wayne Group's board of directors?"

"Actually not." Wayne said, yawned slowly, and told me with impatient eyes: You wait to be kicked out by me.

I coughed, using this to drive away the irritating silence around me - more so to relieve my tension, "So...how did your legs-"

"Excuse me," said Pennyworth suddenly, "I have to make tea, and by the way, does anyone want dessert?"

I was startled by the sound, but I immediately lowered my head and drew a few meaningless curves on the notebook, then raised my head and asked in a polite tone as much as possible: "Oh, okay, but sorry, can I ask the bathroom?" Where?"

Pennyworth nodded slightly, "It's the first room in the corridor on this floor, sir."

I stood up, trying to hide my discomfort because of the atmosphere, but when I went out, I didn't go in the direction Pennyworth pointed out—because I really couldn't figure out what I was going there for, But I have to say that this excuse is pretty good, at least as described by my colleague: "Wayne always uses this method, but he has never been stopped once!"

My distraction was dispelled by the sound of glass shattering, and in the curiosity of a reporter, I attached my ear to the just-closed door with little thought.

"Master, a member of the Wayne family shouldn't be like this." Pennyworth was speaking, and if I heard correctly, there was even a tremor in his voice, "I object to you being... ( The voice of that word is too low for me to hear) just don't want you to have something like Harvey Dent."

My nerves were irritated by the word "Harvey Dent", and I quickly concentrated and paid more attention to the movement inside the door.

"Aff," said Wayne, and he seemed to have nothing to hide at the moment, so I could easily hear his tired voice, oh yes, it's the first time I've grown up This kind of voice seemed to be exhausted after experiencing all the hardships, "My parents gave everything to Gotham, but that robbery made me understand that what Gotham needs is not kind people, but supervisors."

There were voices coming and going from inside the door, which sounded like Pennyworth's, "You don't have to put on that armor, sir. I don't want all your energies to be devoted to endless busywork and misunderstandings." .”

"Alf, I have to do that. Even if I don't kill Harvey at all, what people need is a knight of light, not a benefactor in a black cape."

When I heard what Wayne said, my heart began to jump, and at the same time, I felt countless messages circling in my head, making a sound like potatoes and beef boiled on the fire, and I can guarantee that if I write these, And shake off Batman's identity, I'm sure I'll outshine those vain people and get what I want - like a decent salary and a steady job, maybe I'll have a wife and lovely son.

Overwhelmed by what seemed to have happened, I didn't remember to inform Pennyworth, so I turned around and left here, through the rusty iron gate again, and took a taxi Back in my house - the small space where cockroaches often crawl through.Then I almost couldn't wait to delete what I had written before, re-wrote the press release in 15 minutes, and reviewed it triumphantly.

But just when I was about to send this manuscript to the editor-in-chief, I felt a strange emotion creep up in my heart. I lowered my head, looked at the manuscript, and couldn't help but think of Wayne's words.

It's unbelievable that I threw that precious manuscript into the trash!

Fortunately, I can catch another copy, I thought, and spread out a piece of paper again, but there was a slight pause when I wrote, so I found that I couldn't write anything.Whether it's praise or disclosure.

I ended up quitting my job as a reporter because my coverage was not as important as those mourning Harvey Dent, and survival of the fittest.

In the end, nothing is meaningful anymore, even if the manuscripts of praise are piled up in a corner of my house, black shadows reappear in the night sky of Gotham, and even my son will write the first article after he is sensible The composition is Our Batman, but what good is that, Bruce Wayne is long dead.

And finally, finally, people caught on to the new Batman again and threw that Batman statue into memory, so I went back to my old business - and it wasn't as hard as I thought, actually - to rewrite the story about Batman Articles.

I've already figured it out, the name of that section is: "Forever Batman" - I can at least use this to remember the original Bruce Wayne, and when someone asks me about Batman, I say: "Oh , Batman. Yeah, I know him because he's the Dark Knight of Gotham."

The author has something to say:

Here is the manuscript box——hmm, my dear friends, when you read this chapter, you are already in military training~

Regarding this chapter, there is actually nothing to write recently, so a certain has been trying to write a certain understanding of Batman from the perspective of a bystander, ahem, although it has not yet been written (...).

PS: The setting of this chapter is after the movie "Batman: The Dark Knight" and before "Batman: The Dark Knight Rises", but because the two movies were watched a long time ago, please remember to remind someone if there is a bug!A certain military training came back to change ~ there is a message, I will reply slowly when I come back! (make a fist)