When there is no danger in Gotham, Batman and Lynn are the biggest dangers.
Everything Gordon saw proved that this sentence was not a silly joke.
The bag on his forehead that was hit by a stone also testified in court and made an impassioned speech.
With both witnesses and evidence available, Lynn and Bruce had no choice but to plead guilty, sincerely apologize, and promise to wait as long as possible the next time they commit the crime again.
"Oh...I really...forget it."
Gordon rubbed his head and looked at Lynn, who was squatting on the ground and still secretly pulling sand into Bruce's shoes. He couldn't understand how wrong he was to be able to...
never mind.
Well, Lynn, that makes sense.
"A few days ago, Alfred called me and he said...huh? Bruce, what are you hiding from?"
"……nothing."
Bruce's face looked calm, and he couldn't see the slightest emotion.
Gordon was keenly aware of the problem and chose to change the topic to continue this hard-won conversation.
After all, most of the time, Batman wouldn't be active during the day, and Lynn wouldn't be able to find anyone at all.
"I don't care what you two make of this place. I believe you still have an accurate understanding.
You two, what I want to say is, should you also fulfill your responsibilities and deal with Gotham's problems? "
Gordon was quite helpless.
As the head of Gotham's police system, Gordon is unable to solve Gotham's violent crimes and other problems most of the time.
This city seems to be cursed. Even with Gordon, a hard-working workaholic who lives in the police station, and Batman, a vigilante who has to clock in every day, disabled prisoners are everywhere in every hospital ward. , with classic bipolar schizophrenia patients like Lynn showing up at any time... Gotham is still like that.
Criminals seem to grow out of the ground. Every time one is taken away, it almost doesn't take long for a new one to appear.
There is some truth in saying this city is cursed.
These days, Bruce would go on a "business trip" and leave the city. On the surface, he was going to do some business negotiations, market research and other business activities, but what he was doing secretly... Gordon listened to what he said. I went to inspect my partners.
What partner?
Why does Gotham need a partner in another city?
Regarding this, Bruce did not say anything clearly, but just shook his head and said that Gordon would know about it later.
Damn it! Gotham already has enough Riddlers!
Lynn brought Bruce down!
Batman, the voluntary model worker, is not here, let alone Lynn. He exists almost everywhere in the world. Gordon can see Lynn appearing in three different cities in newspapers one day apart. Wanted by three cities with three different identities. Z.br>
But he just wasn't in Gotham.
This has caused Gotham's crime rate to rise crazily with a curve exceeding 45°! As for the detection rate...
How should I put it? It’s also 45°.
Gordon came here to find the two of them today, and this was the real purpose.
"I know that both of you have some great ambitions and ideals, but at least for now, I think it's better for us to save Gotham first, what do you think?"
Bruce was born and raised here, is currently singing here, and is preparing to die here in the future. For him, things in Gotham are naturally obligatory. There's nothing to say no to that.
As for Linn, the situation was much worse, but he always felt that the way Gordon looked at him was a little dangerous, and he always pressed his hand on the bag on his head, as if to imply something.
"Don't worry Gordon, Gotham's business is my business, don't you still believe me?"
He slapped Gordon's back hard. The old man was too old to be able to withstand Lynn's passion.
affectionate response.
"Alright, alright, alright, let's go and read the news, collect stories, touch the location, and check the information.
After nightfall today, you will move..."
Having said this, Gordon glanced at the golf course, which was in a mess, like a battlefield, and hurriedly added: "Please remember that you are from Gotham too! Don't be impulsive, be sensible, be rational!"
The sound was still there, but Linn had already pulled Bruce and walked outside.
Aren't they just criminals in Gotham? If you dare to offend Mr. Gordon, you won't agree! Deal with him! ………………
At night.
After strongly rejecting Bruce's proposal to continue squatting on the gargoyle and overlooking the city, Linn came up with the idea of driving a mecha to give them a little shock to Gotham on the grounds that the thing couldn't resist two people.
The proposal was also ruthlessly rejected by Bruce, so the two people took a compromise approach.
They don't listen to anyone's opinions. Although they act together, the specific standards of action are arbitrary.
So, Bruce, who was wearing a full Bat-suit, drove into the Batmobile, and Lynn, who was also wearing Bruce's full Bat-suit, rode the bicycle next to the motorcycle that Bruce had spent a lot of money to modify.
The engine roared, Bruce drove the Batmobile far ahead, and Lynn kept talking behind on the bicycle, and the word repetition rate exceeded the standard.
After standing up and kicking, all the sparks were rubbed out, and Linn finally caught up with Bruce.
"So I said... Phew, I said this Bat, this Batmobile... Oops! It's not practical at all!"
"Lynn, you can take a breath before talking, I'm not in a hurry."
"Give me back the clouds, I want to go home."
"Those people at the dock are coming out to join us, Lynn."
"Who will come out to receive your kidney today! You must also give me the clouds back!"
"Lynn! Stop making trouble! Give me your helmet back!"
At the back door of a certain bar, a fat hip-hop guy wearing a blue plaid headscarf, with several layers of big and small chains clattering on his body, swayed and made gestures for a long time with the gang brothers who were bidding farewell to him at the door, yo ~yo~After yoking for a long time, I finally ended this ritual with regional characteristics and said goodbye.
He had no choice, and he didn't want to leave his brothers, the dancers who were about to put on the last piece of clothing, and those white... washing powder.
His name is Dick Wonnall, and he's Batman's informant.
Yes, Batman has a large number of informants who have been maintained in various areas, communities, gangs, and professional groups in Gotham for a long time.
These people usually belong to the type who are timid in front of others and flamboyant in others. You can say that they are good people. They have never worked a day in work and do not have a dime of legal income on them.
Let's just say they are bad guys. They can steal some gasoline and brag about it with their friends for half a month. It's really not worth bothering to hunt them down and put them on trial.
Therefore, Old Bat gave full play to the pragmatism spirit that every broken brick has its use. After beating them up and charging each person with three broken bones, they automatically became Old Bat's informants without any intimidation or coercion.
It may be surprising to say it, but these guys are not willing to be inferior to others at all when they betray their friends, and they are more dedicated than going to school.
"Old Bat, what is this... Stockholm Syndrome?"
Looking at the hip-hop brother nodding and bowing in the distance, his eyes full of respect and admiration, Linn felt that this matter was more confusing than the fact that the old bat had an informant himself.
"Shouldn't use that word. They're more like, convert fanatics."......
In fact, when he first saw the two Batmans suddenly appearing, especially when the two Batmans were punching each other in the eyeballs, Onnar was a little hesitant and scared.
But soon he remembered the terrifying urban legend about "Countless Batmans" that had been circulating in Gotham for a while.
To be honest, there are dozens of Batmans in a city, which is definitely scarier than some zombie stories.
Compared with Batman, zombies are like little chickens with fluffy hair, weak, pitiful and helpless.
Therefore, after thinking briefly for a second or two, he clearly felt the slight pain in the bones he broke last time. Onnar didn't know that it was a psychological effect. He only knew that if he didn't go over, the bones that were broken this time would be broken. It's not three bones anymore.
Two Batmans, why don’t they cut off 33? ! …
"What did you say your name was?"
"Onnar. Dick Onnar."
"Hiss...! Your name is so hard!"
Ignoring the look from Lynn, Bruce, the real Batman, asked a lot of questions simply and directly. Onnar's answers were also very distinctive. There was no ambiguity, no words like "probably, almost, maybe," said so-and-so's cousin. If so, what did so-and-so’s younger brother tell him, and where did so-and-so’s brother take him to? The explanation was clear.
"Okay man, it would be a shame if you didn't become a private detective."
Onnar, who was praised by "Batman", was not proud. He sincerely expressed that if possible, he would be Batman's informant for the rest of his life.
"So this is called convert fanaticism? He feels that he has a broken bone, so he doesn't want his colleagues to have good bones?"
"It's no use talking about it, Lynn."
Old Bat pointed at a secret door that was not easy to see: "If you enter through the main entrance, you will probably be discovered immediately, and then the opponent will shoot.
Entering through the back door, you are directly at the opponent's base camp, and you are shot directly by the opponent. How do you choose. "
"How do I choose? Batman makes the choice, Lynn wants them all!"
The ring on his hand shimmered, and in an instant, a lot of "Lynn" appeared around the two of them.
They are all dressed differently, but all have Batman hoods on their heads.
"Young ones!"
Slapping a hand on the head of a clone who had his hood on backwards and was looking around with two hands, Lin En pointed forward: "You go to the front and pay attention to identify the enemy's composition. Just go and guard the roof with two people." ”
He turned to look at the old bat: "The two of us will go straight to the enemy crystal!"
Wuyang Wuyang's "Batman" dispersed in a mess. Except for the two wall climbers, the rest went to the main entrance. Lin En and Old Bat also walked directly to the hidden entrance at the back door of the bar.
Bang! Just a kick!
"Ah this..."
Linn kicked a hole in the door and got her leg stuck inside.
"Don't touch Lynn!"
"Are you telling me not to move or asking them not to move! Hey, what did you throw in..."
Three cylindrical oval jars and a smaller red jar were thrown in by Batman. He shook his cloak, covered his mouth, and pushed it to the entrance of the alley.
"gas."
Batman removed his hand covering his mouth so that Lynn could see the shape of his mouth.
"Large size, spiked tear gas."
"Ahem! Old bat, you...cough...cough!"
