The correct way to attack the villain

After all, the temporary housekeeper of Wayne Manor is not in the scope of official inclusion, so in the daily work that Mr. Alfred explained, in addition to setting up the cleaning robot program every day, it is to accompany Bruce Wayne so that he can take care of his three meals. , which means that when his boss doesn't have any schedules he becomes—

free.

"So do the Penguins move at night? Where did you get the news?"

"I don't care. I should have a lot of time at night."

Just as Bruce came out of the study, what he saw was Song Mo sitting in the corner of the living room, playing Chaoying Xiaoxiao on the mobile phone screen, and talking to someone on the other end of the phone through the headset.

The content of the conversation was clear, and Song Mo didn't even have the consciousness to hide in the toilet and finish talking before coming out. After seeing Bruce upstairs, he smiled at him and showed his four white teeth.

It was as if he was making an ordinary phone call.

Bruce frowned, turned and went upstairs without staying too long.

As Song Mo expected, there was no fuss.

"Let's wait until Penguin decides the time to act."

Hearing the sound of the door closing upstairs, Song Mo suddenly lost the enthusiasm to continue the call, casually said "hang up first" and hung up the phone.

Meanwhile, in the bedroom on the third floor, Bruce dialed his friend's number.

"Harvey, I want to trouble you with something."

"Can you come to the manor?"

Harvey Dent, one of Bruce's few friends in Gotham.

After receiving Bruce's entrustment, he immediately left his irrelevant work in the law firm and rushed to Wayne Manor.

He parked his car on the drawbridge in the Inner Overseas and rang the video doorbell at Wayne Manor.After about ten seconds, the display screen on the wall flickered.

Then a strange face appeared inside.

"You are?" Even the voice was unfamiliar.

Harvey has been away from Gotham for three years, and was just transferred back two days ago. The rapid development of Gotham has made him feel unfamiliar with this city, and even his former friends and colleagues are no longer familiar, but no matter how unfamiliar——

Nor would he think that the man with the brown hair and glassy blue eyes in front of him could be Alfred.

This is so fresh.

The blond lawyer straightened the name tag on his chest: "Harvey, Harvey Dent, special lawyer of the Gotham Police Department."

"I'm looking for Bruce Wayne."

The young man on the other side of the screen was obviously stunned: "You...what's the matter?"

Seeing the young man's nervous expression, Harvey couldn't help laughing: "Don't be nervous, I didn't come to trouble him, I'm his friend, I have something to do with him."

The young man immediately relaxed after hearing the expression, and said, "Sorry, please wait here for a while." Then he turned and ran out of the screen.

About half a minute later, the automatic gates of the suspension bridge opened to both sides, and Harvey got in the car again and drove into the island.The perennially closed doors of Wayne Manor seemed to be thrown wide open for him, a thoughtful gesture that would be comforting no matter how many times it was experienced.Harvey picked up the briefcase on the co-pilot and walked straight into the lobby.

When he walked up to the second floor familiarly and was about to go to the study to find someone, Harvey ran into the young man just now again.

He was standing next to the oven in the corner of the kitchen at the end of the corridor, wearing an apron with a huge Q version of Batman on his body. After noticing Harvey's sight, he took a look here, his cheeks and the corners of his eyes were a little red, looking A little shy and embarrassed.

To be honest, the prosecutor, who has been married for many years but has no children, is a little bit overwhelmed by this look.

"Although it's a bit presumptuous, I think I need to ask you clearly, Bruce."

After walking into the study, Harvey threw the briefcase and coat on the sofa, and the whole person gathered in front of Bruce's desk: "Who is that kid outside?"

After finishing speaking, he said with an unbelievable expression: "Could it be your illegitimate child?!"

Bruce: "...he's just my assistant."

The blond lawyer raised his eyebrows in disappointment: "That's a pity, I think Alfred dreamed that the Wayne family would one day have successors." He sat back on the sofa again, "That's why you are in such a hurry this time What did you call me over here for?"

A stack of documents was precisely thrown in front of Harvey.

"I want you to help me with two lawsuits."

Harvey picked up the two thick stacks of photocopies and took a look: "The case ten years ago? It's not easy to deal with it so long—"

As he said this, after quickly reading the two cases, he decisively slapped the documents on the table: "I'll take it."

Harvey's attitude was as expected by Bruce.In the case of sexually abusing young children in the Port Orphanage ten years ago, except for the dean who was sentenced, the rest of the officials escaped justice after trying their best to suppress the case. Such troublesome lawsuits will not be accepted.

"I will deal with those retired officials, and I will guarantee your safety for a while."

Harvey: "You really should, otherwise one day I might be hired by those small-minded officials to beat me to death in an alley in Gotham, just like Officer Ethan—"

The lawyer stopped abruptly in the middle of his speech. He glanced at Bruce. Although the man's expression didn't change, he still said, "Sorry, I didn't mean it."

"It's okay." Bruce looked at the photo of the port orphanage on the computer screen, "Gotham needs people like you and Ethan."

"And Batman." The lawyer added, "Without him, Gotham would not be what it is now, and it would appear at that time. He is simply the embodiment of justice that fell from the sky."

Bruce: "...a criminal in another sense outside the law."

Harvey: "Oh, it seems you still hate Batman as much as ever."

At this time, the half-closed door of the study was knocked, and the temporary housekeeper in a large apron gently brought in a tray, on which were two plates of freshly baked small cakes and steaming English black tea.

He didn't speak, put the afternoon tea and snacks on the table, and stepped back to leave the room.Harvey looked at the specially printed bat logo on the delicate cake on the plate, and thought of the Batman apron he saw just now.

"Do you like Batman?"

The young man who was about to close the door paused for a moment, then his eyes lit up as if mentioning an idol: "Hmm!"

Bruce couldn't help but glanced at Song Mo at the door.

Clearly no idea which role he was starting to play again.

Harvey smiled: "Young people like him."

Youth: "Who wouldn't like it!"

The lawyer glanced at the man in front of the desk: "As far as I know, there are many such people."

Youth: "That's because they don't have vision!"

Bruce: "..."

After the little butler withdrew from the room, Harvey held back, but couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud.

After laughing enough, he blew on the properly brewed black tea in the cup, and couldn't help but sigh: "If my child is still alive, he should be about the same age."

As if thinking of those bad things in the past, both of them tacitly chose to remain silent.

There is a grand dinner at the Imperial Theater in Gotham at [-] o'clock tonight. Of course, Gotham's richest man and well-known lawyer have received invitations to the dinner from Miss Kyle of the theater, so Harvey naturally stayed in Wayne after chatting about business. The manor—Of course, Bruce's share was picked by Alfred before he left.

So after Bruce finished processing all the documents in his hand, took a shower, changed into a formal suit and came out of the bedroom, what he saw was sitting face to face with Song Mo on the high chair in the corner of the hall, teasing "children" happily. " of Harvey Dent.

"I guess you just drew this one—" Harvey pulled out a King from the shuffled deck of cards in his hand, "Joker, right?"

"Yes!" The little butler looked at the lawyer in surprise, "I can't believe it, how did you do it!"

Harvey blushed and coughed lightly: "It's just a little trick, let me teach you?"

The young man nodded immediately: "Okay."

With a good-looking face, even the admiration in the eyes can't see the slightest hint of pretense and perfunctory. If he didn't know the details of this person, maybe even Bruce would believe that this person is simple enough to be loved by such a three-year-old child. Will fall for tricks and tricks.

Harvey Dent, one of the few prosecutors in Gotham politics who still had a conscience and fought for it ten years ago, after Batman appeared, he joined forces with Sheriff Gordon to take down many Gotham gangsters and criminals. Officials suffered a lot of persecution because of this, and their wives were forced to drain by black hands when they were about to give birth, and then completely lost their fertility.

Harvey blames himself for this, and has always wanted to adopt a child with his wife, but this idea has been put on hold until now due to work reasons, which indirectly caused Harvey's excessive preference for some close-sighted children, just like now.

Even though the young man in front of him doesn't have much connection with the word "child", it can be seen that Harvey still likes him very much, even though this is only the first time they meet.

This has always been Song Mo's strength, or in other words, this has always been the clown's strength.They are good at reading people's hearts and manipulating people's hearts, and they are proud of it. The only difference is that a generation of clowns like to destroy others psychologically, while Song Mo——

It seems that as long as he is willing, he can easily gain the favor, trust, and even love of anyone around him.

There is no doubt about that.

It wasn't the first time Bruce had thought this way.

What kind of environment can create such a person?

When he learned about the Port Orphanage, Bruce did have a moment of sympathy for Song Mo. Anyway, this is just a child who has not yet grown up. The crime may not be his original intention. He just did not receive the correct guidance, so At least during the day when both of them appear as "normal people", he should treat him as an ordinary person.

Occasionally, he would have the idea to guide him back to the right path, maybe when facing other criminals, but when he really wanted to implement it, he found it.

He couldn't do it, and he was very contradictory.

Guide Song Mo back to the right path.

Do not make jokes.

This man, who is not even an adult, has already been stripped naked in front of him, and all his disguises are as transparent as naked. No matter how harmless the superficial disguise is, his every move is full of criminal motives anytime and anywhere in his eyes, including his normal life. When walking, stopping to rest, and cleaning, Bruce Wayne felt that he could pull out a knife or a gun from some unknown place at any time to create an unprecedented riot.

The behavior of the clown cannot be judged by the framework and principles of normal people. He is crazy and rational. Many criminal records may not even find his own motive. The only motive is "he wants to do this", such as suddenly wanting to bomb A building, such as a flash of inspiration and wanting to kidnap someone, or like Fuzhi wanting to kiss a place in his heart.

And then that spot happens to be Batman's lips.

"Hey, Bruce, Miss Kyle's dinner party is about to start."

Harvey walked up to his friend, and waved his hand in front of Bruce: "Then you are here in a daze, ready to go?"

Bruce came back to his senses, and saw the young man standing quietly in the corner of the hall for the first time, and then the friend in front of him.

"Let's go."

The little butler dutifully sent the two of them to the gate of the manor: "Huanhai No. [-] Road may be a bit congested. I suggest you take the Port Road and be careful along the way, boss."

Harvey got into his own car and took a step ahead. Bruce Wayne stood in front of his low-key black sports car. After half a second of contemplation, he suddenly turned to his little assistant and said, "You come with us go."

Song Mo was stunned: "I don't think the job of the temporary housekeeper should include accompanying the boss to attend public events, boss."

Bruce squeezed the cuffs of his suit.

He didn't mind the fact that Song Mo might discover that there was a bat cave hidden under the Wayne Manor, but he couldn't guarantee that this person who was curious about everything wouldn't mess with something.

In the running sports car, a female announcer reported on the car radio: "The Scarecrow escaped from Arkham prison 10 minutes ago, citizens are requested to be more vigilant when traveling in the near future—"

Song Mo glanced at Bruce: "You can't expect Bruce Wayne to keep an eye on someone at night."

Bruce agrees, "Even he doesn't know what time of night he disappears."

Song Mo: "So what do you mean?"

The man in front of him said his reason grandly: "I just lack a driver."

Song Mo couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth: "I'm only 17 and a half years old now, boss."

Then he saw that the richest man in Gotham was silent for a moment, then took out his mobile phone, dialed a number, and said to the other end: "You don't need to come tonight."

Then he turned his head to look at him kindly and said, "Now I lack a female companion."

It was an excellent reason, and there was no way to refute it. Song Mo couldn't help but applaud his boss.

No doubt Bruce would have gagged him with the women's attire he had been wearing when they met at Lex Underground Industries if he had said the word "girlfriend".

Song Mo could only keep smiling, opened the co-pilot's door, sat on the leather seat, and buckled the seat belt.

Then he couldn't help slandering in his mind: "Mudface came to discuss with me in the morning that he must have overheard the phone call that raided the Gotham police station at night, how could he do this."

Bangya: "..."

Thinking of when Muddy Face hung up the phone in the morning, Song Mo sat down in the corner of the living room, and then looked at the half-closed study door on the opposite floor, answering the phone unscrupulously.

The core intellectual brain has a new level of understanding of his captain's ability to fight back.