Dick Grayson, oh no, Batman, is happily patrolling his territory.
Although Dick knew this was wrong, he just couldn't suppress the smile on his lips. This smile was even harder to suppress than the gun he had to suppress when facing the beautiful young lady.
He killed a group of gangsters in three strokes and said in a deep voice: "I admire Baxter!"
God, no one knows what that feels like. This feeling is so exciting that Dick is even considering whether to pursue a solo career. Is it so exciting to be Batman?
He drives around the city in his sleek Batmobile.
"Hey, Bateman, go to hell!" A passerby suddenly picked up a gun and fired at his chariot. The people around him screamed, but everyone quickly found cover.
Dick parked the car and got out.
He walked towards the passerby step by step. The passerby was dirty, his hair was covered with a layer of oil, and his eyes were black with fatigue.
When he saw Batman walking towards him, he trembled all over, but he still gritted his teeth and cursed: "Go to hell, you bastard!"
"Why?" Grayson frowned and asked, "I don't think I've seen you before?"
The passerby was a little surprised. He never knew that Batman would care about these things. Batman has always been a symbol, a legend, a story, and a nightmare, but he has never been a person living in Gotham.
He is like a god, looking down at everyone from above. He is doing what he thinks is right. He thinks they can be saved by him, but he has never spoken to them.
"Are you...really Batman?" The passerby said in a daze: "I never knew Batman could talk."
Diego pursed his lips and tried his best to act like Batman, but he knew in his heart that he had messed up.
That man never paid attention to other people's comments, he just did what he thought was right.
He won't ask anything because there is only one answer.
becouse i am Batman!
Because he is Batman!
"Why?" The man laughed, and the wrinkles in his smile seemed to have been carved by life, so the smile naturally carried the bitterness of life, "Because you have done great things!"
"You killed a gang. You killed them and gained fame. All the people in Gotham will praise you. You are their hero!" His smile became more exaggerated and sadder: "But have you considered us? ?”
"Have you considered whether we need your help?" The man said: "You eliminated the gangs in our street, and then other gangs came and occupied the place. My shop was robbed by them, and my wife was raped by them. !”
"The original gang may not be good, but at least they are one of our own! Since you want to do good things, why don't you do it to the end? The police all know that they must maintain order after fighting crime, how could you not understand?"
Dick opened his mouth. It was a good thing he did two days ago, but now he suddenly had nothing to say. The guilt welling up in his heart swallowed up his body, and at the same time, his previous joy was gone.
"Hahaha, you just enjoy the process of doing good things. You never thought about us, Batman." The man spat at him, turned around and left, leaving Batman standing quietly on the streets of Gotham.
Dick Grayson realized for the first time that Batman was not a glorious identity, and the pressure it represented was enough to crush anyone.
He didn't know how Bruce Wayne could endure it. He couldn't imagine how strong that man's heart was to prevent him from being overwhelmed by the darkness of Gotham. But now, Dick was almost so oppressed by this darkness that he could hardly breathe. Angry.
He felt that he should go there and take a look. Although it was very late, at least he should go and take a look.
Karl was wearing a black sportswear and a mask on his face, fighting with three gangsters holding knives. Looking at their fierce looks, you knew that they were not easy to mess with, but Karl defeated them easily.
"Not bad!" Ms. Siwa emerged from the darkness, "I've barely gotten started."
There was admiration in her eyes, Karl's talent was far beyond her expectation.
She originally thought that a person whose bones were already set and who hadn't polished the foundation well from childhood would just be a superficial learner, but Karl's talent far exceeded his expectations.
She taught Karl fighting techniques that included ancient Chinese boxing techniques and modern fighting techniques. Karl got started very quickly. The last person who surprised her was another man.
That man's name is Bruce Wayne.
"Amazing." Ms. Siwa praised: "Compared with others, you are actually only one step behind."
"Martial arts, or fighting skills, the most difficult thing is actually to perceive the energy. You need to know it first before you can master it. The ultimate goal of all fighting skills is to send out your own energy at 100% or even 200% , and among them, the most difficult step is to feel it, and you have already crossed this threshold."
Karl smiled. He knew his own affairs. This was not really about how powerful he was, but the effect of the observer's eye. His powerful perception allowed him to quickly control his body.
"Your force-generating skills have also begun." Ms. Siwa nodded lightly: "At least you can use your strength. Although it has not reached a higher level, it is already amazing. This is the fighting master among ordinary people. level."
"Your talent is really good. I have never seen anyone with such a talent."
Karl accepted everything as asked, and Ms. Siwa praised her, but she still accepted the money. To some extent, this was also included in her teaching services.
"Okay, let me show you how to fight at a higher level..."
Before Ms. Siwa finished speaking, a black shadow descended from the sky. A cape as wide as bat wings covered his body, revealing his buttocks and chin and the familiar pointed-eared mask.
Carl looked at this Batman with an indescribable feeling in his heart.
Like, very similar, but there is always an inexplicable feeling that this product is not genuine.
Maybe this is the gift he got from supporting genuine products in his previous life. Carl is a little allergic to piracy.
"Who are you?" Dick looked at the two people in front of him, pretended to have a low voice, and asked, "Are you gang members here?"
Ms. Siwa and Karl looked at each other and immediately felt insulted.
"You're not Batman, are you?" Carl suddenly asked: "You look innocent and beautiful. That bitch Batman can't be so innocent, but you are purer than Junichiro Bibi."
"Who cares who he is?" Ms. Siwa suddenly said: "Let me teach you how to play high-end games!"
