You have to cosplay even if you die!

"who are you?"

One black and one red, the figures of the two are intertwined on the stage with flickering lights, interspersed with the wailing curled bodies of members of the clown gang who fell on the ground, in Bruce's eyes, apart from the clown, he still allocated a large part of his attention to it. Red Hood.

"..."

"Hee hee, our little bat can't guess the identity of this new little cutie?" How about not laughing?"

Jason felt that the guy dangling in front of him was pushing himself into the abyss step by step: "You fucking die—"

"!" Bruce was stunned in disbelief, he felt a bitter taste began to spread in his mouth, and his voice was once suffocated to the point where he couldn't make a sound.

Even the passage of time could not erase the weight of that memory in his heart.

"Yeah~ See I forgot." The clown turned over nonchalantly to avoid Jason's angry blow: "You're wearing a hood, so I can't see your smile?"

"My performance here is missing a heroine, what a bad boy."

The clown narrowed his eyes and took out the potion he had carefully developed. Suddenly, a strange green gas began to pervade. He jumped onto the escape route he had prepared, but he saw Batman and Red Hood taking the same isolation measures in a tacit understanding.

"The night's carnival is still very early, let's welcome the chosen protagonists with a grand prelude!"

"This interesting stage play is a gamble on the glory of Gotham you call~HAHAHAHA~"

"You can't catch up."

Bruce saw that the red hood seemed to turn over and wanted to catch up. He said lightly, but his eyes were so far away that he didn't know where.

"I have arranged trackers for the guys who escaped from Arkham, and the clown will meet with them sooner or later."

"And about you, I'm sorry...Jason."

Jason seemed to have heard a big joke: "Sorry? Batman still needs to apologize? Aren't you the order of Gotham? Aren't you always right? Don't you never make wrong choices Is it?"

He questioned him continuously until finally he calmed down from a state of rage, which made Bruce smell something different.

"I'm...cough."

In the middle of the sentence, Jason mercilessly attacked him, but Bruce got up from the ground calmly, tilting his head and coughing out a mouthful of blood.

"Why don't you hide? Aren't you the guardian of Gotham? Aren't you—" He couldn't help pulling out the pistol strapped to his thigh, and pointed the black muzzle at Bruce's forehead, "Batman Is it?"

Bruce suddenly raised his eyes to look at Jason at this moment, which distracted the latter from looking at his calm eyes involuntarily.

However, the anesthesia reagent that Bruce prepared quickly was still empty.

"Hehe, Batman." Jason whispered, disappointment and sorrow circling in his heart, almost turning his mind into a muddle, "Where is your replacement Robin? He Where? Is he more like that Dickie bird, with a more manageable temper?"

"Tim has an exam tomorrow, and he's reviewing at home." Bruce said suddenly, "Academic grades are very important, and you tried every means to play truant from school back then. You know, it took me a lot of effort to get you in Gotham High School of--"

"...Don't think that I really dare not kill you with one shot."

Almost unable to stabilize his cynical state, Jason felt that he must have met a fake Batman today.

In the two years since he disappeared, what happened to Batman?

Jason subconsciously ignored the tenderness on his face that couldn't be ignored when he broke down instantly when he heard Bruce mention the days back then naturally.

The six months of extreme training he put in to become Robin...

The days when violent law enforcement was stopped by Batman every time...

And that time when he was sick with a high fever and couldn't go out to watch the night, and when Bruce came home, he sat on the sofa with himself, chewed popcorn and watched TV together...

There was no one on the empty stage for a long time, and any electromagnetic devices were shielded. The stage was completely dark from the night sky, and the little sparks looked like a hole burned by a street lamp.

Bruce watched in silence as the red hood disappeared into the Gotham night with his distraught body, behind the clown.

But the heavy blow on his body was not the main reason that prevented him from catching up.

[Excerpt from Gotham City Road Traffic Travel Guide (Daily Anecdotes of the Batman):

"What's the matter, Batman?" Nightwing sat on a tall tree branch, dangling his slender legs, with playful eyes, "What made you annoy my lovely little brother Red Robin?"

"I don't think I need to respond—" Batman said in a low voice, his voice full of puzzlement.

It's cold in a huge bat cave, and only the young man in front of him may bring a touch of humanity.

After Ye Yi heard the ins and outs, a serious look finally appeared in his eyes: "But, how do you know that you don't need to respond?"

"Besides being your Robin, what about other...emotions? Could it be that if we put ourselves under this black armor, is Batman not human anymore?"

Batman was unmoved: "So?"

He dragged his slightly tired body after returning from night patrol, and brewed a cup of coffee that was about to usher in the dawn.

Ye Yi smiled wryly: "Having said so much, what do you think about the fact that I left you and went to Bludhaven alone?"

"Because we love you, we want your response."

"Sometimes Red Robin and I both wonder what you think of us—assistant? Heir? No, we'd like to call you father—Red Robin only wants so much, after all, now my lovely My younger brother is in adolescence with volatile emotions!"

"...Have you finished your homework? Do you have class tomorrow? How is your grade? Future expectations and plans—"

"That's not the kind of response!!!" Ye Yi became furious, "I've been out of college for so many years, Batman, did you do it on purpose!"

The young man didn't see that after he turned around, a very thin ray of sunlight came into the Bat Cave at dawn which was rare.

A tentative smile appeared under the dark mask.

That smile was remembered in the bottom of my heart by Red Robin who returned home. 】

Bruce felt that although the plot of this fanfic was nonsense, the character design collapsed, and the background only made him want to skip it directly, some of the things described in it were still slightly useful.

He really didn't know how to talk to these little birds - he shouldn't drag them into this quagmire, and he wasn't qualified to be their father.

【"We know that the planB you always have is for the sake of the overall situation...but please turn around and look at us."

"You're not hopeless, Batman."

"We are your retreat."]

Reflecting on Jason's body movements when he left at the end, no matter how surprised and puzzled he was, he could only admit that the author of this fanfiction was actually more adept at handling his housework than him.

Thinking of this, Bruce, who was rushing to the place where the scarecrow was found, couldn't help but took out his mobile phone and turned the document to the author column on the first page, planning to check the water...well, check the account number.

"Author... common ID, Tony Stark (520)... registration ID... Paranoia?!"

After a while, a bat-like smile appeared on Bruce's face.

The clown looked excited, and Robin looked silent.

There is no accident in this world.

Some are just inevitable!

"Ah Choo,"

Perinoa sneezed out of thin air, and somehow felt the coolness brought by the night wind lingering around her.

"I always feel that someone is talking about me—" While she was being suspicious, she still cast her gaze to the absolutely eye-catching place outside the window from time to time.

The bat lamp fluttered with the wind, as if it would be hidden in layers of dark clouds the next moment.

It is said that it is a night of murder with a dark moon and a high wind. The dark night can not only hide their whereabouts, but also integrate the pungent blood into the tone of the city.

"I found it, I found it, I found it." The clown hummed in a distorted tone, "The targets they chose to attack were all fooled, but mine wasn't fooled, so how embarrassing I am—"

"Although we made an agreement, if you don't fall for my sweetheart, we will spare your little life~"

"Hey, has anyone made this promise? Who is it?"

Did the darkness of Gotham inevitably give birth to the clown, or did the cancer of the clown push Gotham to its current state?

Maybe even Batman has no way to explain this problem until now.

Doesn’t an excellent game mean that players can enjoy the iron law of “whatever you pay, you will get rewarded”. After reducing the price paid, increasing the intensity of rewards, and adding a sufficient sense of substitution, a game can easily be Gives people great spiritual benefits.

In this way, while gaining full self-confidence, players can unconsciously let them assume the identity of Batman—that is, Gotham Vigilante. Trap.

Even in Gotham right now, there's nothing Batman can do to stop the kids who learn to imitate him in the terror of the night and think they're Batman's allies.

However, what Batman has is excellent equipment, training that reaches the limit of human physical fitness, and what has been buried for decades, and a longer time that cannot be turned back in the future.

What can these children have?A pair of football gear?Or a solid baseball bat?

The lunatics in Arkham hit it off immediately, so they contributed capital and provided technical operations to provide technology. Afterwards, the clown edited and Harley edited and polished all the game's side plots.

This death game is tailor-made for Gotham.

Ha~ the light in the darkness~ the arc of light in human nature~

If the little bat sees the final result...it will definitely be a beautiful masterpiece comparable to "Mona Lisa"~

The author has something to say:

Bruce: Gotham City Road Traffic Travel Guide, wait for the second part.

Perinoa: ...don't read my fanfiction as a book for dealing with family affairs and disputes, hey? !Asshole Batman? !

Er Tong has just returned to Gotham, and he hasn't had time to plan and make troubles to fight the master alone.

And in Ertong’s memories, the old man went home at night on a night patrol, ate popcorn and watched TV with Ertong with a high fever. ! !The blue eyes are so beautiful! ! !

So the main creative team of this game has been exposed. The Arkham Bat Support Studio was established today. I hope they can bring us more explosive works in the future! (Thick fog!)

In the past two days, I have supplemented a lot of in-depth analysis of the settings of Gotham, Batman and villains, so I have this plot.

For Gotham, Batman stands there, just like the meaning of Superman to the world in the "Zhenglian" movie. When you are in the dark, you can still see a ray of light in the darkness when you look back.

The master spent so much effort trying to change Gotham, reshape Gotham.And in Gotham, there are definitely not a few people who have the same ideas as the master, such as the birds that the master adopted back and forth.

What's more, after Batman appears, just like in [The Dark Knight Returns], there will be hot-blooded guys imitating Batman and trying to become vigilantes.

What they want to resist and growl at that moment is what the master wants to see the most, right?

But the master doesn't want to see them imitate their own appearance and take up weapons. After all, as long as he alone knows the price of becoming Batman, he will stand up just like Harvey Dent before he became a double-faced man. , to change Gotham is the next generation of Gotham that the master really wants.

[QAQ writes here, nagging, and I don’t know what I said, maybe it’s because I love the DC family too deeply]

[This article is relaxed because the author can't get deep, and the occasional discussion does not affect the plot of continuing to fly, and there are occasional bugs... Please treat this article as a Ubisoft product! 】

[嘿嘤咒, I love you all, I love you so much! 】