In the dark and gloomy corner of the underground parking lot, a lone corner of light illuminated a small area. At the edge of the hazy halo, two figures farther away could be vaguely seen.
In the center of the light source, Lin En was facing the corner, squatting on the ground, holding his head in his hands, and resting his head on the corner.
On top of his head, there was squatting a black kitten that kept doing the same thing. Looking at the way it raised its head, it seemed that it was about to fall asleep.
"...I told you I didn't hit him..."
"...What kind of person Linn is...you will understand in the future..."
"...Now is not the time to talk about this..."
"...Selena! Selena...!"
At the corner, Linn turned around cautiously and poked his head in an attempt to eavesdrop on more sounds. His actions seemed to wake up the kitten who was about to fall asleep.
"Meow~Lynn, are we going home?"
"Wait a minute, wait a minute, there's still a show to finish, let's... hush! He's coming..."
Immediately they became attentive... Squatting, Linn and Xiaomao's movements were surprisingly consistent. They completed the standard action process of turning around and lowering their head to face the wall at almost the same moment.
The sound of footsteps came, and Linn knew that it was the sound of Mr. Bateman approaching.
But the strange thing is that he only heard the footsteps of one person.
Where's Catwoman?
"Stop listening with your head tilted."
The hoarse voice seemed to be more tired than before. Linn didn't know if it was his imagination, but he felt that Batman seemed very tired now.
"...Why are you still...Oh...Lynn, can we have a serious communication?"
"Hehehe...you're right. I don't think the atmosphere is quite right. Do you want to relax it?"
Taking out a tissue and wiping away the blood on the corners of his mouth and the black spots around his eyes, Linn pulled the little black cat down from his head, held it in his arms, turned around and sat down, faced the old bat, and asked with concern : "Are you okay? Just eat if you're okay..."
"Lynn."
"okay."
Since it was in front of friends he recognized, Batman seemed reluctant to wear his Bat mask.
Linn always felt that the old bat didn't seem to like his mask.
"Why are you here alone, Catwoman?"
After the old bat took off his hood, revealing his stubble and fatigue, Linn seemed to instantly become a normal person, with gentle and gentle movements, relaxed eyebrows, and caring words.
He even opened his clothes and took out a small stove, as well as plates of meat and vegetables from a small pocket attached to his belly.
Oh, this is a bit unusual. This is Linn, that’s good, that’s good.
"Catwoman...left."
After taking off the bat mask and becoming Bruce Wayne, the old bat seemed to become a normal person.
He pointed to the position behind him: "There is a collapsed passage over there. She can leave from there, but I can't."
Lin En asked curiously: "How did the passage collapse? How did you get in?"
Bruce Wayne raised his head and looked at Lynn with an unkind expression.
"Oh, I got it, I won't ask anymore."
Lin En changed the subject wisely: "How did you find me? I was very careful and didn't make any noise."
Bruce took a pair of wooden chopsticks from Lynn's hand, casually pulled a tire and sat in front of the small stove. While turning the barbecue, he casually replied: "The place where you are lying is one of the biggest light sources in this parking lot. One, we stayed in the dark for too long, how could you and the cat lie there without being discovered."
"Oh~! So that's it! Be careful next time."
Linn took out another small notebook and carefully wrote down the need for equipment updates in it.
"Forest."
"I'll almost finish memorizing it later...Okay, you tell me."
"……call……"
First he stood up and took a long breath, then exhaled it slowly. After slowly closing his eyes, he slowly opened them again. After completing this whole set of operations, Bruce asked slowly: "Gotham's problem has been solved." Has it been solved? Since you can come here to find me, then you can handle everything over there."
Pursing his lips, Bruce asked again with a little hesitation and caution: "You won't kill again and the blood will flow into a river..."
"Hey, don't look so dangerous in your eyes. I'm your friend!"
Linn took out another pair of chopsticks and replied casually: "Of course not, I only killed one person. Gordon was also the one who killed him at the police station. He agreed. In fact, he was the one who asked me to do it. I am a Just the role of a thug.
Why? Where are you going? "
Bruce stood up, holding the bat helmet and trying to put it on his head: "I'm going to take a look and see if there are anyone alive in Gotham."
"Don't say such irritating words."
Lynn tilted his head in strong protest, pulled Bruce to sit down again, took out a bottle of wine, and while eating, told the old bat the whole story in a fairly complete manner.
……………………
After we had had enough wine and dinner, mainly after Lynn had had enough wine and food, the conversation had almost come to an end.
Of course, the conversation was basically Lynn doing the talking and Bruce listening.
"...So, I left there. I didn't waste any time and came right over here to find you."
After listening to Lynn's story, Bruce fell into silence for a long time.
It took a long time before Bruce spoke again. Somehow, his voice became hoarse again and turned into a big bat with a lump in his throat.
"Lynn...what do you want to do..."
Linn still looked nonchalant.
He used chopsticks to poke at the charcoal fire under the small stove. The light and shadow flickered, and his face also flickered.
"What I want to do, what I want to do, is almost the same as what you want to do."
"Forest!"
Bruce's voice rose a little higher, and his body straightened a little, giving him an inexplicable sense of oppression.
"I can tolerate you killing people because I know that's how you protect Gotham.
I don’t know who is wrong or right between you and me, but at least you and I know in our hearts that we are both the kind of friends who will end each other’s lives when the other makes a mistake.
Lynn...I don't want to see you make a mistake.
But you have already made a mistake..."
Bruce's voice became deep and distant, like a bell ringing from somewhere, old and hoarse, with a buzzing echo.
As for Lin En, he seemed not to have heard and grinned suddenly. In the firelight, his white teeth seemed to take on the dark red color of the flames.
"Did I make a mistake?"
He stirred the charcoal fire a few more times with chopsticks and finally put it out.
The underground parking lot has entered darkness again, with only one corner showing a corner of light.
With his back to the pitiful light, Linn's body seemed to have blurred edges, as if he was stuck in the darkness, or seemed to be melting into the light.
"Oh...hahaha..."
He simply lay down on the ground. Resting his hands on his hands, he looked towards the roof of the shed that could not be seen clearly. Lin En's voice was still casual: "There are indeed people who made mistakes, but they were not me.
It's you, old bat.
That person is you. "
Bruce was silent, his whole body hidden in darkness.
Linn patted the little kitten's head with one hand and pillowed it behind the head with the other, and said slowly to himself: "The disease in Gotham goes deep into the bone marrow.
But it didn't become like this in one day.
That was a long, long time ago, and it started a hundred years ago.
And you, no, it’s you.
you. "
Lin En continued to lie down, raised a hand, and pointed in the direction of the old bat, wagging his fingers.
"You people, ha, rich people. You control every aspect of Gotham, from the upper-class luxury goods, jewelry and real estate, cutting-edge technology... to the lower-class furniture and supplies, transportation and housing, tables, chairs and benches, and even a pair of beach shorts. , buy a jar of salad dressing, no one in Gotham can escape the control of you rich men.
Bruce, tell me, where did I go wrong? What went wrong with the person I killed?
You, where did you go wrong?
Bruce?
Bruce!
answer me. "
Bruce remained quiet and silent.
Lin En's voice only rose for a moment, and then returned to its original tone, casual and nonchalant.
"My fault, my fault was that I wanted to save Gotham in a direct and violent way, and even in your opinion, it was a self-destructive operation that overturned the chessboard.
His fault was that he said things he shouldn't have said and done things he shouldn't have done at a time he shouldn't have appeared, in a place he shouldn't have spoken, and when he shouldn't have spoken.
And you. my friend.
You are the cancer of this city.
You killed the city. "
Maybe Lynn was the first person to say such things to Bruce, maybe he had seen the same words in his father's notes, or maybe, he had always known and understood these things.
But there was nothing he could do.
"Lin, greed...can't be killed."
Bruce finally spoke.
"I'm trying my best to save this city. Maybe you don't know what a shocking and horrific scene I saw when I just accepted the Wayne family's business.
It took me a few years to clear up all the problems within Wayne Group, but...
Gotham hasn't changed. Not at all.
The old one dies and the new one will appear immediately, even more, more greedy...
Gotham is sick, you are right, but Gotham's problems are definitely not just about money.
Lynn, I know what you're trying to do and I know what you're thinking.
But, I tried it, it didn't work.
As long as you can't kill everyone, conflict and greed will always exist. "
"No."
Lin En's clear voice sounded suddenly, like a child and an adult speaking out.
He still didn't get up, lying there bored and stroking the kitten's head.
"Bruce, I know you tried, but you lost miserably. You were even discouraged and had to leave Gotham to find other ways to break the situation.
You made it, huh, ninja master? Right. You have learned this skill and want to use this method to try to erect a totem that cannot be defeated and will never bend or yield.
Therefore, you set so many rules for yourself, tie your hands, and use absolute tenacity to defeat those things that once defeated you.
you made it. "
Linn applauded and continued: "But, you have to admit it."
Lynn was lying on the ground, pulling his head with his hands to raise his head, bending his neck at 90 degrees, and looked at Bruce: "You and I are the same kind of people, and the method you choose is not much different from mine.
It's just that what you want is order.
And what I want is to rebuild.
That's why we can become friends.
You said it yourself, my friend, you know me as well as you know yourself, don't you. "
Bruce was silent for a long time, and then spoke again: "Lin, how can you guarantee that you are right."
"I can't guarantee anything."
Linn changed his position and lay on his side on the cold ground: "What about you, how can you promise me that you are right."
"Okay. It seems that we are back to the starting point."
"Stand blankly in front of the mirror~"
"What?"
"Nothing. I have a scratchy throat."
"…………"
Raising his head, like Lynn just now, looking up at the dark top of his head, Bruce murmured: "Perhaps, madness is the only way to save Gotham..."
"Ah ha ha ha ha ha!"
"Lin, why are you laughing?"
"It's nothing, I just hope that one day in the future you will remember what you said today. Hahahahaha..."
Bruce frowned, and his instinct told him that Linn was hiding something else.
"By the way, Lynn, do you have anything else to tell me?
For example, you and Alfred’s visiting friends that day? "
Linn was surprised: "You didn't ask Al... No, you didn't spy on us? Oh, this doesn't look like you."
Bruce seemed a little embarrassed: "What are you talking about? You are all my friends. How could I do something like that?"
Linn finally sat up and moved his face close to Bruce's face with empty eyes, almost touching it.
"Edit, by editing."
"I don't know anyway."
"Tch. Who believes it? Bruce, I dare not say anything else, but believe me. Putting the problems in Gotham in the whole world, compared to the problems we will face in the future, it is such a small problem. .
Furthermore... Gotham's problems are your problems. I have great love and cannot limit it to a small place. "
Bruce wanted nothing to do with Lynn.
Standing up and patting his clothes, Bruce put on the bat helmet and became Batman again.
"I'm leaving."
"Well, be careful on the road...fuck!"
Linn was just a moment late to answer, and then he saw the old Bat driving a cool Batmobile, smashing into a wall, and disappearing with a flash of taillights.
"It's a special number. I'm not even willing to hit my bike like this. The chaebol must really deserve to die!"
This time Lin En finally knew how to get through the entrance.
"Is this your superpower, jojo."
Standing in front of the big hole made by the Batmobile, Linn saw a beautiful moon.
Okay, it’s not without gain.
At any rate, he helped open a new road for Gotham, and at the same time dragged the old bat to his side.
"Next, it's time to find Zha Kang."
Clattering out of the chest-high hole, Linn put the sleeping kitten on top of his head and rode his bicycle.
"Ride, ride to the edge of the city!"
Just when Lin En finally rode to the edge of the city and was about to go into the city to find a house to sleep, red and blue lights flashed alternately, and two confused big blocks intercepted Lin En.
Judging from their expressions, they knew Lin En, and they seemed to really not want to meet Lin En.
"That...Mr. Linn..."
A police officer mechanically took out a pair of silver bracelets from his waist and said awkwardly: "...this...is all given by Director Gordon..."
Lin En scratched his head and opened his mouth: "Fuck...fuck...are you serious..."
"This... we don't want to either..."
The police officer almost cried.
"Okay, then, where are you going to send me?"
"Uh... Director Gordon said it was... Arkham..."
"Here. Cuff."
Click~
Lynn, you got your wish.
