In a remote villa, Yanmo sat alone on the ground. While silent, he was also thinking about issues about Batman and his own identity.
Alfred must be killed.
But he must not die in an accident.
On the one hand, Bruce Wayne's Batman identity must not only be known to him. It is inevitable that Alfred knows this identity, and those "friends" saved in the helmet record will definitely know it as well.
They wouldn't necessarily believe that Alfred would die in an accident or something like that while Batman watched.
Therefore, we must borrow a knife to kill someone.
Want to consider causing a riot? After all, Silence knows very well that Batman has as many enemies as he wants in Gotham, and most of them are not dead. They are all imprisoned in prison or in that hellish place in Arkham, cursing Batman every day...
Among them, there was also the madman who used each other with him, Scarecrow.
If we attack Arkham and release all the prisoners inside...
Silently shook his head, he didn't think this would be a good idea.
This can indeed satisfy his first-level requirements, allowing everyone related to Batman to be retaliated and die naturally.
However, he himself will be attacked at that time.
Although he has always been confident and even arrogant, he doesn't think anyone can deal with a bunch of vicious criminals from Arkham. Z.br>
Those guys will really come for revenge one by one.
"This plan is not good. Maybe, for the long-term plan in the future, I can blow up Arkham into the sky and kill everyone."
But this is all for the future and cannot change the current situation.
"Maybe... I should make good use of today's events and kill everyone who can be killed, and then blame the person who attacked me."
This is indeed a good idea, but...
Silence pursed her lips, walked to the door of the basement, and opened the hidden door.
In the darkness, there is nothing.
"Ah."
Silence did not panic.
As one of the people who knew Bruce best, he spent a lot of time renovating this dungeon to ensure that no one could escape silently.
It's even entirely made of concrete.
"Bruce."
Sitting at the door, Silence shouted down: "Guess which of your friends I will start with.
The answer can be told directly to you, it is Alfred. "
In the darkness, there was still silence.
Silently minding his own business, he continued: "I like that old man very much, he seems to have turned gray hair very early.
Ah... When I was a boy, he once taught me how to ride a bicycle. He was a good person.
Unfortunately, he is going to die today. I just called him and he's on his way.
Haha, the next question is, what do you think he will look like when I kill him with this face? "
There was still silence in the dark dungeon, as if there was nothing.
There is something unspeakably angry about silence.
The reason why he said this was of course to get some useful information from Bruce, but the silent Bruce seemed to have defeated him again invisibly.
"Oh, don't think that I will let him go. I will throw his body here to keep you company!
And your friends, haha, I will use your identity to get along well with them.
When the right time comes..."
Somewhere on the edge of the arc, the pale Bruce sighed softly.
"Tommy..."
Bruce's voice still sounded calm and composed, not like he was being locked up at all.
From the time they met on the road by the woods to now, Bruce used his childhood nickname for the second time.
Call it silence.
"...My final advice is to surrender."
Looking up, two flashes of light seemed to disappear in the darkness. Bruce said in a deep voice, "You have no idea what you are doing."
"Ha, hahaha, hahaha! Bruce! I know what I'm doing!"
A ferocious smile appeared on his silent face: "I have known what I wanted to do since more than ten years ago!
I always knew! "
He clenched his fists, and his bloody knuckles turned white and trembled from the pinching. He gritted his teeth in silence and squeezed out his answer from between his teeth: "I will destroy you and take back everything you took from me. !」
The voice echoed in the empty living room for a long time, also echoed in the small dungeon, and echoed in Bruce's heart.
Silence stood up, looked down at Bruce's position with disgust, and said coldly: "You will see that scene.
The premise is that you don't starve to death here. "
Didi~
Two crisp, small sounds sounded.
In such a quiet place, two people stood in darkness and light respectively. One raised his head and looked from the darkness to the light, and the other lowered his head and looked from the light to the darkness. They both looked at the position in front of Silence.
"Bruce...hehehe..."
Silence lifted Bruce's bat helmet and turned the flashing red light toward the dungeon door, facing inside: "Look, someone called.
Alfred is going to die..."
Bang.
The door of the dungeon fell heavily, cutting off the only light and also cutting off the two people from looking into each other's eyes in the relative light and darkness.
"well……"
In the deep darkness, Bruce, who was leaning against the curved wall, read out the name for the third time: "Tommy..."......
"Way? Is it Bruce?
Isn't Bruce dead? Who are you and why are you wearing Bruce's clothes?
Hahaha, are you kidding~ I knew you were not dead as soon as I heard it.
Oh, I'm about to die. It's okay. I brought a band-aid for you. Don't worry, I'm not kidding about hell.
Don’t die first. "
Putting down the phone, Linn looked at Barbara standing next to him and asked seriously: "Did you bring a band-aid?"
"what?"
"band-aid."
"Of course I didn't...why...are you serious? He said he was almost..."
"I brought it."
"……ah?"
"Heh, I knew I couldn't count on you. How else do you want to be a superhero? Just dream."
Lin unceremoniously "disparaged" Barbara's dream, waking up Barbara who was still immersed in the Band-Aid problem.
"Why do you say I didn't become a superhero..."
"look."
Linn took out a bandage from his sleeve or something, quickly wrapped it around Barbara's head several times, and tied it in a tight knot.
"That's the answer to the question. Barbara, you were unprepared, just on the spur of the moment.
You don't even know where I tied the knot. "
Barbara, who was in a hurry, really regretted it now.
She shouldn't be stupid enough to ask Linn for help.
As the biggest good guy in Gotham, the most diligent police officer, and the most righteous person: the daughter of Mr. Gordon, it would be impossible for Barbara not to be influenced by Gordon.
Gordon himself still attaches great importance to the education of his children.
No one in Gotham teaches better than Gordon.
And this kind of education also gave Barbara, who grew up in Gotham and lived like all other Gothamites, a righteous heart.
But, Barbara had her own ideas.
She felt that her father was always running around in various places.
Between the crime scenes, Gordon, who is always tired of working for the people of Gotham, his methods of saving Gotham don't seem to have much effect.
This is not a denial of Gordon's work, it is just a manifestation of a smart little girl who feels sorry for her father.
Barbara has never blamed Gordon for loving work more than family. She has known since she was a teenager that not causing family trouble to Gordon is the greatest support for him. However, now that she has grown up, she hopes that she can also share some of the pressure on her father, her own doubts, her righteous heart, and her contribution to Gotham.
But she still felt from the bottom of her heart that what her father Gordon did didn't make much sense.
It is nothing more than making prisons and lunatic asylums bigger and bigger.
At that time, Barbara hated Bruce Wayne, the richest man in Gotham, so much. She hated that even though he had such powerful power in his hands, he only knew how to spend his days living and drinking. It was really Gotham's biggest shame.
On the one hand, Barbara is unwilling to follow Gordon's path. On the other hand, she couldn't think of any better way.
Until four or five years ago, Gotham welcomed a new savior.
Batman.
Happy and smart, use violence to fight violence!
Batman has become Gotham's alternative law enforcer. While violating the law, he also lets the group of criminals who are always "waiting for my lawyer" know what fear is in the night.
Gotham seems to have a slightly different color because of Batman.
That color should be called darkness or light.
Barbara also seemed to have found a way to fulfill herself.
Become a hero of the night like Batman!
Barbara tried to contact Batman and find him, especially after her father Gordon joined forces with Batman to cast the shadow of the Bat-Light on the dark clouds over Gotham. Success seemed to be waving to her.
But she failed. Batman will always be like a shadow in the dark, unapproachable. No matter how hard she begged her father, she couldn't get any useful clues.
However, Barbara did not give up. She still cherished her dream and hoped to find Batman.
She succeeded.
Although the answer to the question was a bit hard for her to believe.
Gordon never mentioned anything work-related when he was at home, especially not Batman. But within a few years, Barbara still found some clues.
Gordon doesn't allow her to find Batman, and, get close to Bruce Wayne.
The reason is that Bruce Wayne is a lothario and a nasty playboy.
However, Gordon would almost never speak ill of Bruce Wayne in any formal or private setting. But if someone said this, he would echo it.
Barbara knew that her father was not such a person who spoke ill of people behind their backs.
So, he must be hiding something.
Once you understand this level, you can know the truth of the problem, but it took Barbara three years to figure out the answer to this question.
Batman is Bruce Wayne.
Bruce Wayne is Batman.
After getting this ridiculous answer, all the questions actually made sense.
It even makes sense why Batman has so much money to make such powerful equipment.
Barbara didn't want to believe it, but after verifying it for a year, she found that this was actually the answer.
Even though it's outrageous, it's true.
At this time, Barbara pushed back and knew why her father did not allow her to get close to Bruce Wayne.
That's a kind of protection.
Not only to protect her, but also to protect Bruce Wayne.
It is precisely for this reason that Barbara has been pretending that she does not know and has remained silent.
But later, things took a turn for the better.
Her father has a new... friend?
It was hard for Barbara to confirm this directly, because every time Gordon came home, he would sigh and murmur the name Lynn, saying how much trouble Lynn had caused him...
If she hadn't been familiar with her father, Barbara would have really thought that Linn was her father's enemy.
Fortunately not.
fortunately.
For these reasons, Barbara set her sights on Linn, a mysterious guy, hoping to get what she wanted from Linn: a chance to meet Batman himself, not Bruce Wayne. A chance to become a superhero.
but……
When Barbara said her two requests, Lynn was very happy to hear the first request, even happier than she was. He actually jumped up and cheered like a child asking for candy on Halloween.
As for the second request, he was also very... happy.
The kind where you hold your stomach and bend over while laughing.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible~!"
That was Lynn's answer. …
"But you should give me a reason."
Barbara was a little angry: "At least, I don't think I'm any worse than others."
"Well...it's hard to say this. Because if you ask me, you might be asking the wrong person."
Lin En also gave an answer: "I'm not a superhero."
you are not?
Barbara was a little confused: "But the things you did..."
"Hmm? You know what I've done? And you still think I'm a superhero?
I think you're the one with a broken brain. "
Shaking his head, Linn stopped talking. What's the use of saying that? This will be Batman's trouble from now on.
It’s none of my business, Lynn!
"Let's go. When we see the old bat, everything will be answered naturally."...
Stopping the bicycle, Linn locked it and looked up and down at the somewhat dilapidated villa.
“It doesn’t look like there was a fight, the house isn’t stepped on, and it’s not overgrown with trees.
Hello! Old bat! "
Linn yelled: "If you die, you'll get a deduction! If you're not dead, you'll get a deduction... What are you pushing, I know what to do."
Walking to the door, Linn circled around and prepared to jump in through the window.
He jumped up and bounced back with a bang.
"Wang Defa... bulletproof glass? Double layer?!"
Standing up and rubbing his head, Linn felt a little... eh? That one lying down, isn't that an old bat?
Damn it!
He seems to be really about to die!
There was no time for performance art. Linn ran directly through the door and ran all the way to Bruce who was like a bloody gourd. He pulled him up and shook him: "Are you dead? Are you dead? Are you dead..."
"If you shake it two more times, he'll be really dead."
"Oh, that's true. Just stay away."
Barbara took two steps back: "What are you going to do..."
"Ah fight!"
As soon as she asked the question, she saw Lynn put a small band-aid on Bruce, and then...
Kicked him on the waist, sending him flying.
"rest assured!"
Lin En turned around, gave a thumbs up, and showed a smile with shining white teeth: "I am a professional in treating injuries. I will never let him die!"
After saying that, he turned around and kicked Bruce in the face again, sending him spinning in the air.
"Eat my Great Recovery Technique: Physics!"
