The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

When Schiller saw Bruce's black and depressed look written on his face, he knew that the conversation with Catwoman might not go well.

"Shouldn't you fight again?"

"It's worse than that," Bruce said.

"Okay, so which ward is she in now?" Schiller asked.

"I mean, Gotham is worse than I thought it would be."

"There's a bunch of bad guys that you can't blame because they're good enough in this environment," Bruce said.

"I think you should realize by now that being Batman is not that easy?" Schiller said.

"Indeed," Bruce said, "I thought I had a solid suit of armor, a bullet-blocking helmet, a sharp batart, and a gun and bullets, and what gangster couldn't handle that?"

"Guns are useful," Schiller said.

"At least it can guarantee that someone is willing to listen to what you say."

"I can't say 'you're wrong' to Selena," Bruce said, covering his eyes, "actually she's doing good enough. "

"I'm afraid Jonathan doesn't think so. If I tell you now that Jonathan actually grew up in such an environment, and the crimes he committed were actually because no one taught him, what would you think?"

Bruce opened his mouth, and he realized that at first he thought he was just, but later he knew that nothing is absolutely just, but he thought he was at least fair, but now he found that he didn't seem fair enough.

He had to admit that he was partial to Selena. Many of the gangsters he punished were the same as Catwoman Selena, but they were not as lucky as her.

Their families and pasts are a mess, and they go to work for gangs, not because they are the most vicious villains, because they are born bad, they just make a living.

Breaking away from the shackles of the original class is much more difficult than imagined, especially in Gotham.

This fact made Bruce feel a little desperate, and he finally understood why Schiller said he didn't understand Gotham.

Because anyone who wants to save Gotham completely doesn't understand Gotham.

Everyone here is a bad guy, but there is no bad guy here.

You won't find a single person among these walking corpses who deserves to be saved, and you won't find a single person who was born to be destroyed.

There are no culprits here, everyone is a culprit here.

This hero's upgrade path is very different from what Bruce thought. He felt that he only needed to catch enough criminals, ask them for information, and then follow the clues to find the few cancers that have been affecting Gotham. Finally bring them to justice and Gotham will only get better.

But now he discovered that this is a bottomless pit, when he catches a batch of cancerous tumors, there will be another batch, and when he punishes one culprit, there will always be another one.

No one can withstand such consumption. This does not refer to wealth or body. Harvey believes that the winner is not the one who reaches the end, but Batman, he doesn't even have an end.

Bruce realizes now that his struggle with Gotham will surely take his life.

Then he realized that wealth, equipment and fighting skills can't really make him a real Batman, because his worst enemy is not criminals, but abandonment.

The biggest problem he faces is not how cunning his opponent is, but whether he is firm enough, whether he can be firm enough to spend his whole life spending endless time with a city that cannot be saved.

It's as if the average person spends his life trying to get the sun out of the west.

Batman is standing on the roof of the Gotham Central Building. The wind here is very strong, whizzing past his ears. Under his feet, there are countless mediocre villains, like a group of ants nesting. From here, it is clear See everything Gotham.

Batman thought there was no order in Gotham, only chaos here, but now he finds that not only order, but also stronger than anywhere else, if there is only chaos, then he can rebuild order, but now, he can't even break Gotham This original order cannot be achieved.

After a while, Batman heard footsteps behind him, and Catwoman walked over with her hands behind her back.

Seeing Batman turn around, she smiled, took out a jewel from behind, handed it to Batman with a smile, and said: "I picked a very beautiful little treasure from my collection, of course, I am reluctant to give the biggest jewel to you." That piece is for you, but I think this one is also good."

Before Bruce could speak, Catwoman said, "I was talking to Maggie yesterday, and she said I should apologize to you, because no matter what, I shouldn't have cut you with a dagger."

"I have never apologized to others. Those people wanted to beat me up, so I beat them back. But I think you are very kind to me, and you went for a ride on a tall building with me, but I stabbed you. It seems true. wrong."

She blinked her beautiful big eyes, brown eyes that shone brightly in the Gotham night, and said, "I can tell you're bothered, and I hope this gem makes you feel better."

Batman looked down at the gemstone in his hand, it was a triangular ruby, a bit like his ear, it was cut delicately, and it also had a charming luster in the weak light.

For the first time, he felt that this was not a piece of mineral that was meaningless to humans except for its good looks.

Batman asked, "Would you like to hear my story?"

On the other side, Schiller was holding the phone and said, "Medical parole? How did he pass the approval? Although I don't want to blame you, the Gotham Police Department is really a bit of a joke..."

He thought about it, well, the Gotham Police Department really has no lower limit to break through.

Then he said to Gordon on the other end: "I hope he can stay in the hospital well and don't come back to make trouble. You know, I am different from Batman."

Gordon hung up the phone and sighed. He knew it was not that simple. Despite Jonathan's efforts, he finally ended up in the madhouse, Victor disappeared, and Lantalos died.

However, the old president of Gotham University did not go to prison in the name of being released on medical parole. He has been in Gotham for so many years, and he still has some contacts, and he finally succeeded.

Schiller was never afraid to think the worst of a Gotham citizen, and he knew that the old headmaster would not let it go so easily.

Sure enough, the next day, when Schiller was about to leave work, a girl rushed into her office in a panic. This was the same girl who complained to the school when Christine disappeared. She was Chris Ting's best friend.

"Christine disappeared again?" Schiller asked.

"It's worse than that." The girl said anxiously: "Since then, Christine gave me a security number, and she told me that as long as this number calls my mobile phone, it means that she may dangerous!"

Schiller speeded up his packing and said, "When did it happen?"

"Just three minutes ago! The phone was connected, but there was no sound over there!"

Schiller appeased the girl, and then called Bruce. He said, "Bad news, something happened to Christine again. I wonder if Gordon told you? The old principal did not go to prison in the name of parole for medical treatment. If you want to take revenge, you must be the first to take revenge on the person who testified against him..."

Bruce immediately returned to Wayne Manor and put on all the Batman equipment. He had persuaded Christine to testify against the principal, so he had to save the girl.

It's a pity that the old headmaster learned to be smart this time. He didn't use any low-level gangsters, but hired professional kidnappers. They didn't leave any traces. The old headmaster seemed to just want revenge, not Use her to threaten others.

But this just shows that Christine is likely to be in an extremely dangerous environment.

After a while, Batman received a call from Schiller, and Schiller said: "The street where the Red Crow Gang used to be in the East End, the drug manufacturing den that you destroyed..."

Before Bruce had time to ask why, Schiller hung up the phone, and Batman flew all the way, racing fast in the night of Gotham.

But right now he doesn’t have that Batmobile, ordinary sports cars aren’t fast enough, and it will take a while to drive from Wayne Manor to the East End, and Christine may be hurt at any time, even though he doesn’t like Christine, But I don't want to see an innocent person being tragically killed.

Batman hammered the steering wheel hard, and he deeply felt that he must have a better vehicle.

Suddenly, an unexpected number called, and Catwoman's voice sounded over there, she said: "Hey, I seem to see your little girlfriend who is waiting for you on the street every day, what's the matter? How did they Going to Maple Leaf Avenue? It's dangerous there..."

"She's been kidnapped, find a way to save her! No...I mean can you keep an eye on them?...Look at them from a distance and call me...Forget it, no no no, Don't follow, just tell me where they went."

"You sound like you need help," Catwoman said.

Batman looked a little impatient, he said: "This is none of your business, as long as you don't go out tonight and cause trouble for me."

After speaking, he hung up the phone and drove all the way to Maple Leaf Avenue.

After a while, Batman appeared at the end of Maple Leaf Street. This is indeed where the original Red Crow Gang was stationed. He destroyed a den of poppy manufacturing and production here. Batman has a good memory. He walked along the right side of the street. Go straight ahead, then turn down two alleys.

As soon as he reached the end of the alley, he heard fierce fighting and gunshots coming from inside. Batman quickly found the back door and pried the lock open. Outside, these people were screaming on the ground, as if they had been hit by a joint technique.

Passing through the gatehouse and entering the living room, you can see seven or eight masked kidnappers lying on the ground, a whip with whistling wind, almost hit Batman.

Catwoman turned, and she said, "Thank God, the little girl is all right."

Batman turned his gaze to Christine on the sofa. Her clothes were a little messy. If Catwoman hadn't arrived in time, something might have happened.

Then, Catwoman sniffed, frowned and said, "No, why did I smell a smell of oil? Is your car leaking oil? No, it's bad! It may be a Molotov cocktail, hurry up, get out of here ..."

Before she could finish speaking, the glass at the main entrance was shattered, and countless Molotov cocktails wrapped in cloth strips were thrown in.

The blazing flames rose up with a "huh". In this abandoned den, there were many fabric sofas, curtains and other combustibles.

After a while, the fire became very fierce. Bruce supported the unconscious Christine. As soon as they reached the back door, they found that the back door that had been pried open had been blocked by heavy objects from the outside.

Obviously, this was a premeditated trap.

Batman's clothes are fireproof, but if it continues to burn like this, both Christine and Catwoman will be in danger, and the fireproof clothes don't mean he is choking proof. The fire is getting bigger and bigger, and the thick black smoke makes almost nothing in the house Can't see clearly, several people are coughing again and again.

Suddenly, there was a crisp "clang" sound from the right side, as if something had fallen, Catwoman reacted quickly, and whipped the whip directly, but when she dragged it back, it turned out to be a fire extinguisher!

Regardless of how the fire extinguisher came about, Catwoman shook the fire extinguisher vigorously, and Batman said: "Go from the place where they threw the Molotov cocktail, there should be a vacuum zone!"

Batman leads the way with a fire extinguisher, and Catwoman supports Christine from behind.

Sure enough, the person who threw the flask made a lot of effort, so that the flask landed in the center of the hall instead of in front of the door. Except for a small piece of carpet, there was no combustible material in front of the door. Batman took the fire extinguisher to extinguish those With the flames burning over, the two rushed forward all the way.

Walking to the door, Batman first broke the lock with a gun, and then began to hit the iron door with all his strength.

The person who threw the Molotov cocktail was obviously in a hurry. The front door was not as blocked as the back door. Batman slammed into the front door a few times, opening a gap.

But this also means that the air has begun to circulate, the fire has become bigger, Catwoman has almost fainted from choking, and Batman can already clearly feel the hand on his shoulder begin to slip, once he loses consciousness , she and Christine must die.

Batman exhausted all his strength, and finally slammed it hard. With a sound of "bang!", the door was opened, and the three escaped. Catwoman was breathing heavily. At this time, both Batman and Catwoman were covered in smoke. Traces of smoldering.

After sending Christine back, Batman asked Catwoman sitting in the co-pilot while driving: "Why did you rush in to save Christine? That's dangerous, isn't it?"

Catwoman was still looking at the interior of the luxury car excitedly, apparently she had never been in such an expensive car.

She cleared her throat and eased her excitement. After a while, she said, "Actually, I just thought of a lot of reasons for you to praise me. For example, I plan to learn from you to be a good person. For example, I actually She is a righteous heroine in her heart, or maybe I can't bear the sight of those kidnappers hurting innocent people..."

Then Catwoman looked at him, and Batman felt his heart beating fast again as he was watched by those brown eyes.

"You don't want me to do bad things, but I really like those gems so much, so I can do a bad thing once and a good thing again, isn't that all right?"

"...Well, actually, I just want to make you happy." Catwoman shrugged.

"I know, I can't be a great hero, I just like to steal things, this is a habit I have developed since I was a child, and I don't know much about the truth, maybe that girl who is always waiting for you on the street She is much better than me, after all, she is highly educated, beautiful and charming, but also innocent and ignorant, and has never done anything bad."

"But that's me, I never think about those things, I just do what I want to do, you think I'm a criminal, you think I'm a hopelessly bad person, I am me, this is me, a cat."

Batman loosened his grip on the steering wheel slightly, he didn't know if this was the answer he wanted.

But he knew that the romance, liveliness and sincerity of Catwoman were not the fundamental reason why he fell in love with her,

A bat can fall in love with a cat, he's just envious of her freedoms, freedoms he'll never have as a dark knight.

He has made up his mind to fight this hopeless city to the end.

Looking at the luxury car that was slowly stopping at the intersection, Schiller on the roof said to the symbiont in his mind: "...No, we can't go down, the next thing is not something children should watch."

The symbiote let out a string of disaffected grunts.

"Yes, I know you did a great job just now. You took the fire extinguisher from the coffee shop across the street and threw it in. It was very accurate!"

"But the thing in the car is just a meaningless reproduction process of human beings, and your symbiont does not need this process, you just need to drop the scum."

The symbiote fell silent, and Schiller didn't know if he understood.

Schiller looked away from the luxury car and looked at the dimly lit night of Gotham.

Maybe this is a hopeless city, maybe Batman is just a normal guy who can feel hopeless and lost, he thought.

But Batman is not alone, and never will be.

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