American comics: This guy is crazy

Since the last time Arkham Asylum was attacked by the Clown Gang, criminals escaped on a large scale.

This incident immediately occupied the headlines of major newspapers in Gotham City, causing great panic among the citizens, who immediately organized demonstrations.

The police department was under pressure to deploy more patrols, and the city hall repeatedly pledged to fund improvements to Arkham's surveillance measures.

As for catching crazy criminals, that's what the Dark Knight does.

Please, for a salary of two to three thousand, what do you think about letting me snipe against the clown gang?

Are the donuts not delicious, or is heroism breaking out?

Dean Kuisi drank coffee and looked out the window at the workers who were installing the power grid, with a disdainful smile on his face.

What's the use of power grids, sentry towers, and firearms if it looks like a prison?

The Black Gate Prison next door was robbed last week, and many vicious criminals escaped.

It's better to arrest them all together and put them in the Desert Ark Prison, which is known as the highest standard prison under S.H.I.E.L.D.

Dean Kwesi was at least a little thankful.

No matter how crazy the escaped patients from Arkham Asylum are, they are just looking for trouble with Batman, but the criminals in Blackgate Prison are different. They rob a bank while going to the bathroom.

"Dean, something happened!"

A plump black female nurse came in. Her uniform was tightened like a life preserver, shaking up and down with her rapid breathing.

"What's up?"

Dean Kuisi frowned slightly, unable to think of anything worse that could happen.

"Alan came back, but he ran away again," Catherine said.

"Come back and run away again?"

Dean Kuisi was shocked.

He is not worried about Allen doing bad things, but the two bosses of SHIELD and Sky Eye personally named this person to focus on.

"Alan heard that the criminal escaped and wanted to catch him personally. It might be a little late when he comes back, so there is no need to prepare dinner for him." Catherine repeated the original words.

"..."

Dean Kuisi turned out of the window and saw Allen carrying a bicycle over the wall.

After taking a closer look, I thought the bike looked familiar.

"Damn it, put my bike down."

Dean Kuisi stuck his head out the window and shouted anxiously. He is an environmentalist and contributes to reducing carbon emissions, so it makes sense for him to choose a bicycle to commute to get off work.

Of course, it was not at all due to the divorce. As a result, half of his income was paid to his ex-wife and child support and he could not afford to buy a car.

"No need to send it away, I will pay attention to safety."

Allen waved his hand, jumped off the high wall, and rode his bicycle straight to downtown Gotham.

Half an hour's drive.

Entering a city with a bit of thick smog.

Throughout Gotham City, Wayne Group controls all aspects of the city. On the surface, the city is bright and modern, but homeless people gather in unattended corners. At the same time, crime and criminals breed.

Riding through the streets of Gotham City, Allen first familiarized himself with the environment.

"Shet, I forgot to take the Bateman suit. My combat power has been reduced by at least fifty percent."

Allen looked at the League of Assassin costumes he wore, and they didn't fit his personality at all.

"Yujiro, the former CEO of Alibaba, once said that I never spend money when buying things."

"Later, there was a gold medal lecturer named Run America who gave on-site teaching on the square jungle. He said that he had the confidence that Lafayette had paid for it."

"I have gained insight into the skills of survival in the wild."

Knowing the cases of many successful people, Allen had already conceived a complete plan in his mind.

Traveling through homeless areas, looking for wild monster spawn points.

After two hours, Allen gained a lot.

Two burgers, a sandwich, three cans of sweet water, a black eye mask, a cotton blanket, and five dollars in an envelope.

Put on a blindfold and tie on a blanket.

Allen is very happy with the new look.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for unlocking a new identity, Whipwoman, Bruce Horne. All attribute combat power has been increased by 300%, and attack speed has been increased by 500%."

The above is just Allen's imagination.

…

Night falls.

The clouds covered the moon, and it was another cloudy day.

The clouds are like a curtain, reflecting a bat symbol.

Commissioner Gordon put his hands in his pockets and stood quietly by the searchlight, waiting for the arrival of Gotham Knight Batman.

call…

There was movement behind him, and a low voice asked: "Gordon, what do you want from me?"

Suddenly he turned around and saw a person standing in the shadows.

Quickly drawing his gun and taking aim, Gordon said warily: "Who are you?"

"I am the Knight of Justice, Bateman."

As he spoke, Allen pushed his bicycle out of the shadows.

Seeing the face of the visitor clearly, Gordon couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

Interesting blindfolds, small fur blankets, and snacks for role-playing.

In Gotham City, there are many hot-blooded young people pretending to be Batman to do justice, and at least they are 80% similar in appearance.

"Immediately put your head in your hands and lean against the wall." Gordon said seriously.

"You're no longer starring in the reality show Hell's Kitchen and are now working as a police officer?" Allen said unmoved.

"We are not the same person. He is the cook and I am the detective."

Gordon corrected seriously, don't have too many names with the same name in America. After all, naming is a very troublesome thing.

"Gordon, stop."

At this time, a dark shadow fell between the two of them.

The whole body was wrapped in a pitch-black battle suit, with only the mouth and eyes exposed to the air.

When it was time to show up, Gordon put away his gun, feeling that Batman was the most capable of dealing with the weirdo Batman.

Allen walked forward excitedly, smacked his big teeth and asked, "Aba, is that you?"

"You got the wrong person."

Bruce lowered his voice and looked at Gordon pretending not to recognize him.

"B, L, S."

Allen spat out the three letters, and immediately, Bruce held his mouth nonchalantly and heard that it was the abbreviation of his own name.

"Let's get down to business, wait a moment."

"Don't ask too much, handsome boy."

Allen listened quietly to the conversation between the two.

Commissioner Gordon brought information about the Clown Gang and detailed the gang's stronghold.

Generally speaking, Bruce does not touch gray areas. They have an underground order, but the clown gang is different. They not only want to break the order, but also challenge authority. They are a key target.

As for the Penguin and the Riddler's Penguin Gang, their goal is to make money and power, and they only want to replace them. They are not interested in destruction. They can let it go for the time being and wait to clean up later.

The intelligence handover was completed, and Gordon left.

"Aba, you just pretended not to recognize me. You know how sad I am."

Allen held his heart with a heartbroken expression.

"I have too many enemies, and my true identity cannot be exposed."

Bruce turned to ask: "I haven't heard from you in the past ten years. I always thought you disappeared in Silent Hill."

He and Oliver escaped from Silent Hill and waited at the entrance for five days. During this period, they called the police and organized search and rescue teams, but found nothing, and then gave up.

"I came back directly from Silent Hill, silently thinking about the return of the system." Allen said truthfully.

"..."

Bruce didn't believe Allen's nonsense. If it hadn't been for the experience of narrowly escaping from death, he would have really thought that Silent Hill was a kind place.

"Father, who is he?"

At this time, a young man climbed onto the roof with a grappling hook gun. The red and black suit on his body indicated that he was the fifth generation Robin Damian.