The Collection of The End

—DC—

Gotham.

This is a city that rarely sees sunshine, and the lack of sunlight for a long time makes most of its residents pale and bloodless.

Like Bruce Wayne's face at this time.

He was lying on the operating table of the bat cave below Wayne Manor, which was not so well-equipped, and stared blankly at a bat in the corner of the top of the cave.

Bruce didn't dare to look into the eyes of Alfred, who had just assisted him in completing the operation. Blame? Worry? Disappointed? pain? Glad? encourage? understand? Agree? He didn't know, but as long as he didn't look, he wouldn't know.

"The bullet is very shallow, and the Kevlar bulletproof fiber seems to be very effective," Alfred said in his usual tone: "You should be free to move tomorrow morning."

The footsteps of the old butler faded away, and Bruce was still staring at the bat on the top of the cave.

Yes, he's escaping, like he's escaping the lame performance of "Batman" in his first appearance.

Crap, it doesn't mean being shot. This kind of thing was expected when he decided to step into the dark night as "Batman". What really made him unacceptable was the reason for being shot.

Bruce's speed is not fast enough to dodge the bullets, but the pointing of the muzzle and the hand movement of the gunman pulling the trigger are enough for him to determine where the bullets will land. As long as he avoids the trajectory of those bullets in advance, it is equivalent to avoiding bullet.

The premise is that there is no interference.

-go to hell! Falcone's lackey!

That's what the gunman said when he opened fire.

Falcone's lackey?

This title made Bruce feel very absurd. Although he immediately abandoned this sense of absurdity, the evasion action was still delayed by a few tenths of a second, and a bullet took the opportunity to drill into his lower back.

Batman will not fall because of this small injury, he turned around and easily brought down the gunman and disassembled the gun into parts, and then quickly left by night.

And the price is now lying on the operating table completely immobile.

And the sense of absurdity is constantly permeating the entire Batcave from that wound.

As a fledgling vigilante, Batman's first target of attack is "chaotic evil", that is, "impulsive crime", as for "neutral evil" with premeditated and planned crime and "lawful evil" with organized crime. ", there must be "lawful neutral" police stations, courts and prisons, but unfortunately, these institutions in Gotham City still belong to the "lawful evil" camp.

Bruce's overall plan for Gotham is to eradicate "chaotic evil", deter "neutral evil", and restrain "lawful evil", and wrote a thick plan for this, but he didn't expect to fall for the first time. .

No, it can't be said to be a stumbling block, at least the "convenience store robbery" was successfully stopped, but...

Bruce continued to stare at the bat at the top of the cave.

After a few seconds, the cave-top bats melted away like ink droplets falling into a water glass, turning into the silent night of Gotham.

Under the dark night, it was a 7-11 convenience store with its doors open. The owner of the store was holding his hands high, while a robber showed him a gun on his waist in front of the counter, and was still dancing. Two other robbers were dancing. The bandit is humming a little song, taking all kinds of things from the shelves and putting them into sacks.

Afterwards, Batman walked into the convenience store and knocked down the robber in front of the counter with one punch. The robber's accomplice threw the contents of the sack to the ground and fled, while the dancing robber who was knocked to the ground fled. He also rolled and crawled to escape the crime scene.

Batman was going to say something to the shop owner, but for some reason he opened the cash box and took out a large sum of dollars and shoved it in front of Batman.

Batman: ?

Store owner: ?

When the two looked at each other, another group of people walked into the convenience store.

Wearing uniform black suits and silver masks, and holding various long guns and short cannons, they skillfully controlled the exit and nearby streets, and it could be seen that some of them were contacting someone with headphones on.

The leader in the black suit looked at the two people in front of the counter, raised his eyebrows and said something to Batman, and gave him a thumbs up, then took a few pictures from the money pile pushed by the store owner, and patted him again. Shoulder, turned around and waved to close the team.

Batman: …

Store owner: …

The shop owner scratched his head, smiled dryly at Batman, and shoved the money pile toward him again.

Batman was silent for a moment, didn't say anything, turned around and left the convenience store.

Then, as he climbed the fence, he saw three robbers hiding in the corner.

The faces of the robbers who were found were full of anger and fear, and the one who was knocked down by Batman roared and shot him.

Bah!

The bat on the top of the cave accidentally hit the lamp installed there and flew away.

Stupid bat, Bruce thought, how could a creature that uses ultrasound to distinguish obstacles hit the lights? Unless it's too confident in itself to receive sonic feedback.

With the gradual blurring of consciousness, the smell of blood gradually faded away, and the aroma of dim sum hidden in it came out.

Bruce turned his head slightly and looked at the sofa and coffee table not far from the operating table, where a plate of cookies was placed unexpectedly.

As a good housekeeper, Alfred will of course have more than one kind of pastry, but the most common ones are cookies and black tea, it seems...because he used to boast about this when he was a child?

Bruce stared at the plate of snacks, his consciousness gradually sinking into the darkness.

At the same time as darkness descended, a silver thread began to outline everything he had seen before, the coffee table became a dining table, the dim sum changed from one plate to two, and from two plates to a sumptuous banquet, dimly lit. The Batcave was transformed into a bright living room, with chandeliers reflecting Thomas Wayne and Martha Wayne seated at the table.

"Please don't be polite, 'Ms. White'," Thomas raised his glass. "You and your companions saved the lives of your wife and dog. No amount of repayment can express my gratitude."

On the other side of the dining table, three young women who had appeared in Crime Alley were sitting. The two with obvious European and American characteristics were trying hard to deal with steak and salad. The woman is holding a glass of juice.

"You're welcome, Mr. Wayne," she said, "we have our own troubles, and if we get too involved with you, those 'troubles' may come to you, and you, obviously, don't have enough self-defense—I mean , its own abilities.”

"However, the family motto of the Wayne family is 'whatever you have in return', so Ms. Bai shouldn't make me embarrassed, right?" Thomas said.

"In this case..." Ms. Bai looked at her two companions: "Can you help us build a snack shop that sells small cakes?"