How to start Meursault

A bar in Gotham's East End.

Like other bars in less glamorous parts of the city, this one is noisy, chaotic and looks like a fight could break out at any moment.

A... teenager wearing a slightly dirty crimson hoodie pushed open the door of the bar and walked in.

He obviously looks like he's still a few years off the legal drinking age, but no one here cares - guns or drugs are sold just as easily, alcohol is just the smallest commodity.

A few locks of black curly hair slipped from under the teenager's hood, and his clean blue eyes made him look a bit out of place in the bar environment.

He nimbly got to the front of the bar without saying a word.

"Little brat with no hair yet, didn't your mother tell you not to run to the adults' territory to play?" A strong man with a red nose from drinking looked at the boy and let out a malicious laugh.

The young man glanced at the low-quality whiskey in the strong man's glass, and at the same time handed a few relatively new banknotes to the bar, the largest denominations.

"...should be enough." There was a strange sluggishness in his voice, but the accent was a standard Gotham street accent.

The scantily dressed waitress standing at the bar picked up a few banknotes with her fingernails painted black and glanced at them, then stuffed the money into her waist pocket with satisfaction.

"Which street did you steal it from?" The old man sitting one seat behind the burly man saw the name - it was obviously a trade in name, the kid wanted to join a certain gang.

"Burnley, I'm lucky today." The young man smiled shyly at the old man, "It's worth being touched twice by the fat pig's dirty hands."

A bunch of people around laughed.This brat looks so clean because he has a habit of betraying his appearance.

After taking the money, the waitress who went into the inner room and came out gracefully tapped the tabletop of the bar counter with her fingernails, and said to the boy who turned his head: "He wants you, go to the pier at ten o'clock tomorrow night..."

"Luka." The boy added his name in time.

"Luka, you know where it is, don't wait for the time."

He Jian had never done an undercover mission before.But what he is doing now is not so much an undercover agent, but rather a collection of intelligence on the street while avoiding the bat family in this world.

It's painful to recall the report that Bane took over Gotham, but that's the end of the story.For He Jian, if he hadn't seen Bain's current state of death, he would probably lose control immediately and find out Bain in this world and kill him.

But also because Bane is dead, he can't do anything for this Alfred - if the family in this world decides not to use the Lazarus pool water, then Hejian will respect their choice.

But for the first time since birth, he felt burning anger.

This is actually a big difference between him and Damian and Jason.The reason Bruce didn't even think about making Hogan a vigilante, and the rest of the family never had an opinion, is that Hogan wasn't angry for the victim.

He never had the mentality of a rescuer.

Of course, he didn't want to be a conqueror either, since he wanted very little.

This world has successfully changed He Jian a little bit.

He slipped off to the streets, wandering among thieves and whores.

He had never stood so close.

This may be a bit funny, He Jian does not do this in his own Gotham, but lives with some low-level criminals who are not villains in this Gotham.

When he returned to the safe house, he would still track down Damian or any other family members around the world, but once he left the safe house, he became that thief who wanted to earn his living on the streets. Card'.

Luca is a child of a dishwasher and a gangster. He can't spell slightly more complicated words, but he knows countless swear words.He is nimble and courageous. He likes to steal rich men's wallets. His idol is Catwoman.

Luca would also join his newfound boss in calling Batman a jerk, who beat people like hell, and liked to have his henchmen scare people.

Theoretically speaking, gangsters of Luka's level can't get any valuable information at all, but this is Gotham after all.

"You don't know how hard the Red Hood beats people."

Bragging about being beaten by vigilantes can be regarded as a daily chat topic among gangsters, but considering that none of the few people present to see the goods has even entered the black door, those who boast that they have given A hard 90.00% nine of the bat is just blowing.

But got punched by the Red Hood—

"You sell that thing to the school?" Luca elbowed the talking bastard.

"How is that possible? If I dare to do this, I will be killed by the red hood."

Not necessarily.It occurred to Luca that the result of his investigation was that while the Red Hood seemed to have had a falling out with Batman before, they had made up now that he would bet that the hideously ugly uniform without the holster that the Red Hood now had was Batman For the Red Hood.Red Hood hasn't killed in a while.

This is good news for Luca.Red Hood in his own world still prefers two guns to a discharge crowbar, but the detente is a good sign.

"Luka, at your age..."

The conversation turned to Luka when his mind briefly wandered.

"Now that little winter melon Robin broke one of my ribs," Luca said, baring his teeth as if he could still feel the pain in his chest, "kicked me to the ground—God knows how he It's so long and heavy."

Damian is really heavy.Damian did break more than one rib, but mostly because he was the best person in the family for the brat to practice non-lethal techniques.

After hearing what Luka said, the gangsters around burst into laughter, which completely violated the requirement of keeping quiet when looking at the goods.

One of the older ones said thoughtfully: "Actually, this one is not the shortest now, you should look at the second Robin. If this one is a short winter melon now, then the second one was just a sour Robin when he first took office." cucumber."

The small pickles are now twice as heavy as the dwarf winter melons.

Luca laughed along with the other punks.Others didn't even know who they were working for, but he had a few guesses.

The goods they are responsible for are very interesting. It is a drug that does not exist in Luca's own world. It seems to be called Lazarus.

——When you see the name, you know what the effect of this medicine is.

The amount of medicine in the box is really small, but considering its effect on resurrecting the dead, the manpower of the guards is not enough to explain it.Luca doubted whether his side was used as a cover, or vice versa.

He didn't dare to take any pills for the time being, but this kind of medicine did make Luka decide not to give up his identity for the time being.

If even a vigilante of sufficient weight came running, he could safely slip away or pretend to be knocked down, but so far no one has suddenly appeared.

Luca had no choice but to break his fingers and continue chatting with the people around him.

"The color of the water coming out of the tap I turned on today is wrong again." He complained annoyedly, "Isn't some big shot escaped from prison again?"

"The straw man has been quiet for a while." The gangster standing opposite said in agreement, "Who knows if someone threw something into the water again."

In fact, for the low-level criminals and gangsters, although they are afraid of Batman, they are even more afraid of some lunatics locked in Arkham.

Batman might break a few bones in you, but meeting the Joker is another story entirely.

And since Luca can remember, it is an iron rule not to drink the water directly from the tap in Gotham-there are surprisingly many villains in this city who are good at using chemicals.

Just as Luka was about to go on to the next gossip, his senses sent an alarm to him.

——Directly above the warehouse where he was, someone was moving gently.

Luca glanced at the only skylight in the warehouse calmly, and then said, "Damn it, I should buy something at the hot dog stand, I'm hungry now."

"Pubber hunger, don't worry—"

Before the gangster beside him finished speaking, the hanging lights in the warehouse suddenly went out, and at the same time, the sound of glass being broken was heard.

Then there's the sound of metal bars hitting a human body and any noise a human being would make in pain, in panic.

Luka found that it was not easy to pretend he couldn't see in the dark, compared to getting a stick and then pretending to pass out—he was good at regulating his heartbeat and breathing.

When the fainted Luca was sure that the visitor was facing him, he quietly opened his eyes. Through the little light cast from the broken skylight, he could see the familiar red, green and yellow color scheme of the visitor. .

Oh yes.Tim switched the color scheme of the uniform back.

Luka watched Tim pick up the box containing Lazarus grease, and then left with a hook shot.

The vigilante who left didn't notice that one of the group of people he knocked down quietly disappeared, and he naturally returned to the roof.

He turned on his communicator and said in a tone close to ridicule: "Hood, what's the matter with you?"

"What else could it be? Isn't it the kid you didn't find?"