[Comprehensive British and American] Family Matters

Gotham City hasn't been very peaceful lately.

ha!Talking as if she had lived peacefully at the hands of endless lunatics and gangsters.

But recently the number of police patrols on the street has become more frequent, and patrol cars can be seen parked on the side of the road almost every few blocks.Even when the policy was announced to fight pornography and gangsters, I have never seen so many police forces mobilized.

Everyone knew something wasn't right, but the news was filled with familiar faces, drug deals, sporadic violence, minor gang conflicts... the occasional Arkham incident.No one knew exactly what happened. Even the social news reporters couldn't get any useful information from their informants. It was all groundless speculation.

In the end, the public can only continue their daily routine with anxiety, praying that this is not a precursor to a major event.

But that doesn't include Batman and the other caped vigilantes. Gordon waits for the Dark Knight with a haggard, sallow face next to the Bat Light atop the Gotham Police Department.

"Jim." Batman, as always, appeared behind the chief without a sound.

"Ah, very good, you are here." Gordon has gone from being terrified at the beginning to now turning around to face Batman leisurely. Other people's hearts gradually weaken with age, but he feels that My heart is getting stronger and stronger every day, "Please tell me you have good news."

When Batman didn't answer right away, Gordon knew there would be no breakthrough tonight.

"Okay. I don't think so lucky." Shaking his head, the director took out a USB flash drive and handed it to Batman, "This is the autopsy report of all the victims and the evidence investigation. I'm sure you should have I have investigated them in my own way, but here are some recent reports that have not yet been deposited in the police database, and I think you may use them."

"Thank you for your help, Jim." Batman gave the director a slight nod to express his gratitude, "Is there anything else?"

Gordon shook his head and tightened his coat in a gust of cold wind: "It's nothing special. Under this intensity of patrolling, those little hooligans don't dare to come out to make trouble. It's just pity for those under me who work overtime to the end. I don't know what night it is. Speaking of which...you haven't recruited any new servants besides that Red Robin, have you?"

"No." Batman quickly denied Gordon's question, "Why do you ask?"

"Several boys said they saw Robin while they were on patrol." Gordon gestured on himself, "The one in the signal uniform is not the red one you have now. I told them it was probably just wearing Little kids in Robin costumes are having fun, but I thought I'd check with you that you didn't get any more kids into this mess, did you?"

"No. I didn't." Batman gritted his teeth, he probably knew what was going on, "Thank you for telling me, I will pay more attention."

Before Gordon continued to preach on the matter of "youth fighting crime", Batman left the police station while another gust of wind was blowing, and Director Gordon squinted his eyes in the wind.

While jumping into the Batmobile, Batman uploaded the files he got from Gordon to the mainframe, and at the same time started the call: "Batman calls Red Robin."

"This is Red Robin, receiving files." Tim's calm voice came from the headset along with the hum of the Batcomputer.

"Received, please confirm whether D is still on standby."

There was a three-second pause in Tim's voice, and Batman could almost imagine the teenager blacking out in front of the Batcomputer.God knows how long they can last without killing each other?

"Understood, contact Penny Yi for confirmation, please wait a moment."

Batman waited patiently for the outcome he had already foreseen.

"Red Robin called Batman. D has left the standby location and is trying to track it down." Tim's last words sounded reluctant, and Bruce really didn't blame him. From the beginning, he took pleasure in angering Tim, and kept emphasizing his status as the "true heir" in front of Tim, implying that Tim was an outsider.

No dignified person could stand this kind of provocation, and those with higher self-esteem probably packed up their bags and left without looking back.

He didn't mean that Tim's self-esteem was low, but that this kid was a very tolerant type. Just because he knew the big secret of Batman's identity when he was nine years old, he could still hold back for so many years. Without Jason's I'm afraid he will continue to suppress things, which is enough proof.And once this kind of person can't hold it anymore, the energy that explodes is no joke.

"Received, continue to track, I will search in the urban area at the same time, Batman is over."

The Batmobile burst out of the alley and raced down the street while listening to the police radio, following the scene of a recent violent incident calling for support.

Batman looked down from the top of the building, and found the figure in Robin's uniform without any effort, holding a bat, a mace made of iron nails, a rusty anti-theft wall, a baseball and hemp rope A leisurely dodge between the punks who pieced together a self-made meteor hammer.

This group of low-class guys are at most aggressive teenagers, and Damian, who is facing the strict training of the League of Assassins, has no chance of winning.But unlike the truly sophisticated repeat offender, teenagers don't always understand the difference between cowardice and strategic retreat.Apart from their brains being led away by the sex, they only have the bravery that is stimulated by the hormones of puberty and can only rush forward.

"Everyone, let's teach this little Douding a lesson!"

"Halloween isn't here yet, go home and find your mother to suckle, kid!"

"Don't be intimidated by the knife on his back, I bet ten yuan that it must be a fake plastic knife!"

The teenagers encouraged each other, and attacked Damian with brute strength and the length of the "weapon" without any rules.And with what Batman knew of Damian, the kid wasn't one to back down from a challenge.So he will definitely draw his sword——

"Tt, a bunch of ignorant idiots." Damian, who was surrounded, raised the corners of his mouth in disdain and showed a mocking smile at the teenagers, reaching for the handle of the knife behind his back, "Prepare to pay the price for your stupid actions."

The teenagers only had time to see the reflection of the blade under the street lamp, and they were choked by the smoke｜fog｜｜coughs, but they could still hear clearly in their ears that the little ghost dressed as Robin was excitedly resisting someone. Person: "No! Let go! This is my fight!"

But when the smoke cleared and the teenagers could clearly see what was in front of them, the kid and the person who set off the smoke|fog|bomb had disappeared without a trace.Even the "weapons" in their hands were chopped into pieces at some point.

Damian sat in the passenger seat of the Batmobile with a displeased face.Batman also had no intention of comforting him, and directly started the call: "Batman calls Red Robin."

"This is Red Robin, Batman, please."

"D's safety has been ensured, and he is on his way back."

"Received, and the file has been received, and it is being integrated with the existing information."

"Understood, Batman is over."

Damian waited for the call to end, snorted and turned his head to look at the side window of the car: "So it wasn't Drake who found me, and I knew he didn't have this ability. I already put all the trackers on this uniform Removed, he can't do anything without those little toys."

Batman tightened his grip on the steering wheel. Years of training and repeated reminders of Damian's upbringing would allow him to restrain himself from getting mad at this arrogant kid on the spot.

"First, code names must always be used in action." Batman made sure his voice sounded neutral and calm. "Second, you left the mansion without permission."

"Tt, I'm not a toddler. I can decide when and where I want to go." Damian began to list the various trainings he had experienced as if he wanted to emphasize his abilities, but Batman mercilessly interrupt.

"What you said is not the point. You stay under my roof now, and you have to obey my rules." Batman made a sharp turn and drove the Batmobile into the small road in the suburbs of Gotham, "and my The rule is, you are not allowed to participate in the night patrol."

"And that incompetent fake Drake?" Damian didn't hide the disgust in his tone, "it's not fair, father, I'm your 'real' son! If anyone is qualified to assist Your career, and that shouldn't be Drake."

Batman feels his head throbbing, he has a weird suspected serial murder case to deal with, and he has Arkham's security system to upgrade (an escape attempt is enough to prove the flaws in the existing system), Wayne The expansion of the company in Southeast Asia has not been smooth, and he has a board meeting tomorrow morning (and Lucius swears to God that he will not be absent), and he has to find a new soul-tracking spell, because Apparently the one Constantine gave him didn’t work for some reason. He drained all his blood, and if Jason’s personal belongings were burned down, Ah Fu would have to kill him, but he still couldn’t find Jason. Sen's soul.

He refused to accept that Jason might have been blasted to ashes by that purple stone during their brief meeting last time.This must be Constantine cheating again, there is no other explanation.

In any case, he really didn't care about Damian's unreasonable sense of superiority right now.

"Don't insult your brother with such words, I don't think your upbringing should be like this." Bruce drove the Batmobile into the parking lot of the Batcave, opened the door and walked out, standing by Damian's side and waiting for him .

"He's not my brother!" Damian got out of the car, and when he passed the bat computer, he threw a few sharp eyes at the back of Tim's head and said loudly, "He's a thief and Counterfeit."

"Damian!" Batman finally couldn't help but shouted loudly to Damian who was still trying to stimulate Tim, "Take off your uniform and go back to your room, now!"

Damian stood stubbornly on the spot, with his arms folded and his chin raised: "Forgive my refusal, father, I am also a member of the family, so I should have the right to participate in your career! I refuse to continue to put my skills on the shelf , and believe that the help I can provide you will be far greater than... someone."

Bruce really doesn't want to deal with this at this time-sibling rivalry, or other competitive relations, especially Tim's grim expression under the light of the computer screen, and putting it on the keyboard but not Typing is bent into a claw shape, as if trying to pull something out.He knew that if these two fought now, the loss of an arm or leg would be a minor injury.

"No, Damian." So he chose the most direct and sharp way to make Damian retreat, "You are my son, so you will inherit my inheritance after I die, Wayne Enterprises, this company The house and all my wealth. But in the case of Batman, you have no say, because this is not a 'family business', this is mine, my own war, and everyone involved needs to go through I agree. I agree with Tim, he's my partner and I choose him."

Tim turned away from the computer, looking at Bruce's eyes shining brightly, saying that he was moved and grateful.

"You chose Drake." Damian dryly repeated Bruce's words, "not me, your 'son'."

"Yes. I personally trained Tim, and after evaluation, I think he has the physical fitness and skills required to take on this role." Bruce took a deep breath and felt that he had to completely cut off Damian's sense of superiority, " It's not about blood, it's about ability and mind. I don't think you're mentally strong enough for the job."

Damian and Bruce looked at each other, neither father nor son intending to back down.Tim tried to go back and deal with the new files coming in, but the two Waynes behind him made him feel like he was on pins and needles, especially since he was one of the reasons for their argument.

Yes, he and the imp don't like each other, but Tim doesn't want to be the culprit of a broken family relationship.His own family is not very happy. Whether his parents remember that they gave birth to a son is almost becoming a mystery. He really doesn't want to be the trigger for Bruce's father and son to tear their faces apart.

"Bruce, uh... I think I found something, do you want to come and see?" Tim wanted to interrupt the stare contest between Wayne and his son with his usual tone, but he still couldn't control his tone Usually much higher.

Bruce didn't intend to expose his little trick, but stepped off the stage gracefully along the ladder Tim handed him.

"It's getting late, Damian, you should go to bed."

In the last sentence, Bruce began to study Gordon's case files, and discussed with Tim one by one, even though Damian's breathing gradually became heavier by the side, he didn't give the boy another look.

Finally, Damian's angry footsteps left the Batcave.Both Bruce and Tim were visibly relieved.

"I really don't know how to offend him, Bruce." Tim stared at the Batcomputer screen with a world-weary expression on his face, "I would do anything to find out why he can hate me so much, I have accepted it all my life All the resentment put together can't compare to the hatred your devil cub has projected on me in a week."

"Don't take it to heart." Bruce patted Tim on the shoulder to comfort him, "His growth process is beyond the imagination of ordinary people."

"Yeah. I guess the Assassin Elementary school schedule doesn't include social skills." Tim rolled his eyes. "Have you hired a tutor who hasn't had a tutor after the first class in the six months since he walked in your door?" Crying and begging you to find Gaoming? I think the only thing that can tolerate him in this world other than his mother is his dead body and his potted plants. To be honest, I am surprised that he has endured it until recently before going out to make trouble. I always thought Gotham was going to be bloodbathed the day he stepped foot in it."

"No, Dick and Damian get along okay." Bruce tried to give a positive example out of the mentality of not wanting his son to be reduced to nothing.

"That's because Dick doesn't come back every few months, and he blindly thinks that all of Damian's death threats are cute jokes." Tim completely rejects this biased example.

"Ah Fu gets along very well with him..." Bruce felt that he could try harder.

"He's an 'Afu', basically a 'saint' under this roof." Tim didn't want to say how many times he'd seen the dear housekeeper sigh in the kitchen.

"Anyway, I'll get in touch with Dick. Next week...he should be back too. I'll talk to him about Damian, he's good at this kind of thing." Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose, eyes Move over to the uniform display case.

"April 27th." Tim bit his lip, how time flies, "Three years, Bruce." Don't you want to give up those special ways?

"Concentrate on handling the case. Gordon's team can't bear this kind of overdraft." Bruce looked away from the glass cabinet and returned to a business-like attitude.

"Okay, this is what I just found out, about the first victim..." Tim obediently began to talk about the case with Bruce, some things are not destined to have much room for the parties to speak.

A Batman obsessed with metaphysics is better than a suicidal Batman.

***

It turned out that Dick was back after three days.

Because in addition to the mysterious case in the hands of Batman, there is another mysterious new player on the chaotic world map of Gotham.He is said to call himself the Red Hood, but there is no evidence that he is connected to the Red Hood gang that the Joker once belonged to.

For this reason, Nightwing rushed back from Bluhaven to support, and Batman asked him and Red Robin to search for the red hood together, but don't engage in direct fire-anyone who may be related to the clown, Bruce dare not take it lightly.And he needs to finish the previous case. If his investigation is correct, the murderer committed the crime out of personal grievances. Although the technique is quite subtle, the connection between the victims finally allowed Batman to find his prime suspect.

It's just that when Batman sneaked into the residence of the suspect-the spokesman of the Gotham City government, he unexpectedly discovered that another unexpected visitor was already on the scene.

"Red Hood." Batman put on a vigilant posture, observing Red Hood's body movements and planning to attack at any time.

"Batman." Unexpectedly, the Red Hood didn't seem to intend to fight him, and even nodded at him quite politely, "I didn't expect to see you here. Well... I've finished my business , so...you please do what you want."

The red hood threw a flash｜light｜｜bomb, temporarily blinding Batman who used the night vision mode in order to sneak in, while the red hood took advantage of this short gap to calmly walk in front of Batman. slip away.

After the strong light passed, Batman did not rush to catch up with the red hood, but chose to look for his target person at this time.If the red hood appears here, maybe he is the executor of these murders, and the city|government|government spokesman is just the money maker?

Batman rushed into the spokesman's room, facing the blood in front of him, he almost couldn't help the nausea in his stomach.

The speaker... or rather, the speaker's fragments were all over the room, and there were very obvious signs of fighting in the room, which meant that the Red Hood probably chopped the victim to pieces, rather than killing the victim first and then dismembering the body.

"Batman calling Nightwing, Red Robin."

There was a response from the two on the other end of the communicator.

"We need to catch this red hood, the sooner the better." Batman looked at the inhuman former spokesperson in pain, no matter what kind of criminal, he should not be treated so cruelly, "He is very dangerous, If you meet the other party, don't take the initiative."

Just after finishing talking with Nightwing and Red Robin, Batman immediately received a communication request from Alfred from the Batcave.

"This is Batman, Penny One, please."

"D is not in place, repeat, D is not in place."

Batman was speechless for a while, deeply feeling that if he died early, he might be mad at his own son.