What bad thoughts can Batman have?

Chapter 5 In the World

Late at night.

Bane and his men left the hideout and walked the streets of Gotham City's poorer districts.

In the imagination of ordinary people, the big villain is usually a big man who is strong and strong like a cow, and looks like he can eat three children in one meal.

And actually...

Yes, Bane is such a person.

But even so, in Gotham, some desperate people will seek help from this vicious freak.

For example, now.

"Excuse me, can you save my mother?"

A little girl stared blankly at the burly muscular monster looking down like a mountain, and couldn't help timidly grabbing the puppet in her hand.

It was a puppet picked up from a trash can, and it matched her worn clothes very well.

"My mum had cancer, she needed medicine, she was in so much pain. People said only God could help her."

She trembled, looking at Bane with hopeful eyes.

"can you help me?"

Bane stopped the men who wanted to drive the little girl away.

"Where is your home?"

The little girl pointed to the dilapidated house behind her.

Bane walked in.

A few minutes later, Bane came out, wiping the brains and blood off his hands.

"Your mother will never suffer again... bury her."

"...Don't ask others for help rashly, otherwise the suffering in the world will come to you automatically."

He raised his head slightly, and saw the eastern sky, the stars all over the sky were hidden under the dark skirt.

Bain said:
"There is no God here...but Bane is here."

The night is still young.

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The night in Gotham is so quiet, full of tombstone peace.

The gray rain with a faint sour smell is intertwined with the smog full of industrial waste gas under the neon lights.Deadshooter stood on the roof of the building and saw Gotham City grinning in the misty drizzle.

On the street, a car roared past, splashing muddy water all over passers-by.The passer-by immediately took out a submachine gun from his arms, and shot directly at the car going away, da da da da da da...

The people in this city are too exaggerated.

While thinking this way, the dead shooter skillfully took out the anti-tank bazooka and mortar from his bag.

He gave a thumbs up to the distant building, measuring the distance and wind speed.

"I must remind you, Deathshooter, that my task requirement is that no one should be killed or injured."

In the headset, the employer's voice came over.

"Ventriloser, you have been a gangster for so many years, how did you come up with the superhero-like request that you are not allowed to kill people?"

"A bad guy should look like a bad guy."

Deadshooter complained, and set the mortar on the edge of the roof: "If you weren't a regular customer, I would have thought you were Batman's informant."

"Speaking of which, the new doll in your hand - you don't really take refuge in Batman, do you? Didn't Batman give you a Robin uniform without pants?"

air!
Mortars fired, cutting deadly parabolas through the air, while the voice of the ventriloquist rang out at the same time.

"Dead people deduct money."

"Okay, okay, I get it, don't worry."

Deathshooter licked his lips and raised his anti-tank bazooka.

boom!
The rockets came first, French kissing the mortar rounds above the roofs of the buildings.

boom!
Amidst the loud noise, the roof of that building was torn apart like an opened can, and shattered to pieces, revealing the panicked enemies below like ants.

"Look, I'll just tell you, I'll bring the Mad Hatter to you in one piece."

The dead shooter took out his sniper rifle, but did not move: "But now, my employer..."

"Because of your distrust, I don't want to do this order."

"? What?"

"Being startled like this, the Mad Hatter will probably hide. It may be 10 times more difficult to catch again. Moreover, Gotham is a city covered by Batman, and mercenaries who are willing to come here will not many."

"This employer, you don't want to make the task impossible to complete, do you?"

"...That's enough! Tell me the conditions directly."

Dead Archer looked at the sky at 45 degrees, without thinking, spoke righteously, articulated clearly, and said righteously:
"You have to pay more."

The night is still young.

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The night is like a girl who has taken off her clothes, sincerely and passionately lingering with the city.

The Cheshire Cat walked gracefully through the empty corridors of Gotham Heights High School, with sirens and countless people shouting in panic outside the window.

"I must remind you, ma'am, the target of this mission [Mr. Zas] is a deadly killer just like you."

The ventriloquist came from the headset—oh no, it should be the voice of the doll bat on his left hand.

"I have no doubt that you can defeat him, but my request is to ensure the safety of every student hostage. Therefore, you have to separate Zas from those female students first, and then fight..."

"Oh, is it?"

The Cheshire Cat's slender fingers slid across her gleaming waist and the breathtaking whiteness on her chest, and stayed on her smiling cat mask.

"I don't think it's such a hassle. Do you?"

"What are you talking about—"

"She's not talking to you."

The indifferent moonlight mixed with the red and blue light of police lights shone on the killer protruding from the shadows.

Dense scars were engraved on his burly muscles.

Victor Zas, one of Gotham's famous villains.

His eyes stopped on the woman's graceful figure:
"Why don't you let me have a look, ma'am?"

"Oh no, you know."

The female killer turned around.

"Cat never takes off her mask - especially in front of a naked exhibitionist."

A dagger appeared in the opponent's empty palm.

The Cheshire Cat sighed.She took out a retractable knife from the back, and then took out many shurikens from the middle of the front, like a hamster pouring out its own food reserves.

Then she tilted her head.

"Catfight?" (Catfight?)
Gotham's famous exhibitionist and serial killer "Mr. Zas" showed a twisted smile:

"Cat Quest." (Cat Quest.)
The night is still young.

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In the bat cave underground in Wayne Manor, Chen Tao is using the voice of a ventriloquist to remotely micromanage those mercenaries like a certain bald man.

"...That's enough! Tell me the conditions directly. What? Need to add money?"

With a big wave of his hand, he said in a doggy voice: "Add, you can add!"

He turned his head and saw the third Robin Tim Drake angrily holding a piece of paper in front of him, which read:

"Batman I still can't believe you didn't take me and paid those mercenaries to help you deal with Bane!"

The real ventriloquist squatted in the corner with an innocent face, trying to pretend he was a real dog.

Tim looked at him and felt that his fist was hard, but after all, it was not good to beat Batman for no reason in front of Batman.

So the young Robin could only grit his porcelain-like teeth, and continued to write with grief and indignation: "And you not only brought the bad guys home, but also called other bad guys in front of me! !!"

Batman hung up the phone, sighing.

The third-generation Robin was silent for a while.

he asked:
"Is it because of Paul? (Jean Paul, the angel of death who was killed by Bane in the previous article)"

"Not exactly." Chen Tao replied, "Listen to me."

He turned around, grabbed the man by the shoulder, and met Robin's eyes straight in the face.

"I'm planning to retire."

"What... what?" This unreasonable answer directly confused Robin.

"Youth dies, Tim. Boys are gone, gold is gone, old dreams are old. Batman was just an eight-year-old's dream that he didn't want to wake up...and now it's time to wake up."

"I'm going to do one last thing for Gotham and live the normal life I deserve. So do you, Tim."

"You are successful in your studies, you are extremely intelligent, and you have a father and a mother."

"You have no idea how rare this is!"

"You should be worthy of all the good things in the world. You should go to school and meet your soul mate someday."

"She'll have blond hair and ocean blue eyes, or burgundy hair...she might be named Gordon, she might be named Brown, but one day she'll be named Drake."

"You will know each other and fall in love, my child... Such a young and pure love is something I will never have the chance to do again."

"It's time for us all to escape this nightmare."

With a bang, the tray in Alfred's hand behind the two of them fell to the ground and shattered.

He covered his face and burst into tears of joy.

"Is this real, Bruce? Am I really not dreaming—Bruce?"

The night is still young.

(End of this chapter)