American comics: To become a god at the beginning, I choose to practice both science and magic

"Bruce, what's wrong with you? What are you doing? "

"Who are you? What do I have to do with you? "

Clark had good intentions, but Bruce didn't appreciate it at all, and he picked up a bottle on the ground and blew it on his mouth.

But the bottle was empty, and Bruce poured it for a long time without a drop, and then shook it off.

"Wine! Where's my wine, Afer! "

"Are you sure he's the one we're looking for?"

"I'm pretty sure Diana, don't look at him as a drunkard now, he's a smart guy when he's sober."

But Dane soon felt that something was wrong, and looking at Bruce's appearance, he hadn't been like this for a day or two.

I haven't been out for so long, so what kind of chaos does Gotham have to be?

"The city feels bad to me, it's eerie and it's damp."

Diana pinpointedly identified Gotham's characteristics.

"Don't underestimate this place, the strength of the villains who come out of here is not necessarily very high, but they basically have two unique skills."

"Some people can even get a nuclear warhead, and if Batman hadn't dealt with it in time, there would have been a nice fireworks show here."

"But when we first came over, it was clear that it was calm and nothing happened."

"That's why I'm even more worried that in a place like Gotham, calm is more terrible than chaos."

"Because you don't know what's hidden beneath the surface of calm."

"Looks like you know Gotham well."

This sentence was said by Bruce, who seemed to be completely drunk, and no one expected him to be sober.

"When did you wake up?"

Clark looked at him dumbfounded, feeling like an idiot.

"From the moment you entered the house."

Bruce rudely pushed Clarke's hand away and stroked his hair briefly.

Dane pondered: "How many cameras do you have in this house?" "

Bruce said coldly: "Everywhere you can see, okay, now it's time for me to ask, who are you?" "

"We are the Justice League!"

Clark said proudly.

Bruce nodded, not knowing if he was listening, and then he asked

"How did you know my true identity?"

"Oh, well, in fact, a lot of people in Gotham know who you really are."

Dane said, Bruce's face twitched, and he continued to mend the knife:

"Look, Batman's props, high-tech equipment, and everything all cost money."

"He comes out every night to prove that he has enough free time."

"Rich and free, plus Bruce Wayne just returned to Gotham, Batman began to appear, and most importantly..."

Dane looked at him with a strange expression:

"Do you think that if you cover the top half of your face, your chin will not be recognized? Your beauty ditch is obvious. "

Beauty groove is commonly known as butt chin, that is, there is an obvious groove on the chin.

The Bruce ditch is quite deep, and the personal identity is very heavy.

In fact, the villains in Gotham who didn't discover Batman's true identity were more because they weren't familiar with Bruce Wayne, otherwise they would have recognized it at a glance.

At this time, after listening to Dane's analysis, Bruce's face was completely blackened, and the iceberg face was almost untensed.

He could only reluctantly save his dignity and said in a deep voice: "What do you want to do here?" "

"You have phlegm in your throat? Why do you talk like that? "

Now Bruce really can't hold back, who are you, you, it's rude to expose people, you know?

"I didn't!"

"Hey, that's right, it's all your own people, what are you pretending."

Bruce turned his head, not wanting to talk to Dane anymore.

Diana and Clark snickered at the same time, feeling that Dane was also damaged.

Only then did Dane get serious: "We came to invite you to join the Justice League. "

"Justice League? Is this some third-rate Boy Scout organization? "

Bruce scoffed, dismissive.

Dane rolled his eyes and nodded thoughtfully

"You're right, all three of us are 'Boy Scouts.'"

"But no matter what, I won't catch the criminals like villains in a game of play, let them go, and repeat the cycle..."

Bruce looked at Dane with red eyes, "You know what! Who are you to say that! "

Dane said a few names lightly: "Rachel, Barbara, Jason..."

With each name, Bruce's momentum waned.

The shrewdness and ability that came out of the strong pretending quickly dissipated, and it became that drunken and dreamy of death again.

"I appreciate that you can adhere to the 'don't kill' principle, but the way you enforce it is too extreme."

Dane spoke mercilessly.

"You know very well that some criminals are hopeless, and procedural justice cannot sentence them to death, which is why Gotham is so chaotic."

"The city itself lacks the determination to punish evil, which is why it needs you, Batman, to help it exercise this necessary 'justice'."

Isn't the death penalty for murderers the necessary "justice"?

These words made Clark frown, and he was more inclined to Batman's "don't kill" principle.

But his reasons are different from Batman's, and Clark is a natural dislike of killing.

Diana, on the side, agreed with Dane's words.

For her, the complete physical destruction of the enemy, if necessary, is the simplest and most effective means.

Justified violence is always needed, and it is precisely because ordinary people can't do it that they hope that "heroes" can help them do it.

Help them to carry out the simple justice in their hearts.

"No, we can't do that..."

Bruce muttered to himself

"We must have a bottom line, in case we become the same people as criminals, if even we are out of control, who else can stop us, what kind of justice is it that is stained with blood?"

"We don't have the right to take the life of another person, even if he is a criminal..."

Dane approached him and whispered:

"Bruce, have you ever thought that you've been a criminal since the first day you put on your batsuit to fight criminals!"

"Does the law give you the power to arrest them? Have you been given the power to abuse lynching? "

"You hide in a bat cave every day, using a monitor to spy on the privacy of the whole city, and who gave you such power?"

He snapped, "You dragged the good boys Barbara, Dick, and Jason into the water, did you protect them?" "

"Nope! You let crazy people like clowns torture them and kill them. "

"It's all your fault!"

Bruce's eyes glazed over and seemed to turn a deaf ear.

Dane stood up and looked at him condescendingly:

"You shouldn't be like this, it's because the power of the authorities can't sanction crazy criminals like the Joker, the Riddler, the Scarecrow, that you decided to come forward, didn't you?"

"Now that you've done that, now that you've become the 'Dark Knight' of Gotham, why don't you do it more thoroughly?"

"Remember what I just said? Gotham has been a little too quiet lately. "

Dane's words seemed to wake him up, and Bruce jerked his head up and glared at him, "What do you mean by that?" "

"Don't look at me like I have some bad intentions."

"I ask you, with what you know about your 'old friends', is it normal for this time to be so quiet?"

As soon as Dane finished speaking, as if he had made an appointment, Bruce's watch sounded an alarm.

This is from the supercomputer in the Batcave.

Usually this thing sounds like someone is making big news in Gotham again.

Bruce ignored the three and walked straight to his room.

Dane was not polite to him either, and took Clark and Diana to chase after him.

Bruce saw them coming up and ignored them.

He pressed one of the walls in the room, and the palm print recognized, and the secret room opened, and inside was an elevator.

Dane stepped up familiarly, and Clark and Diana looked at each other, curious to follow.

Bruce still didn't react, and the elevator led the four men deep underground, finally stopping in a dark cavern.

As soon as Bruce stepped onto the platform, the lights lit up all around him, and the dark cavern was illuminated.

This is the Batcave, Batman's secret base.

Clark and Diana looked curiously at the furnishings and buildings around them, especially at the technologically advanced technology that was significantly higher than the market.

Bruce sat down in his seat in the main control room, turned on his computer, and an intercepted news was hit on the big screen.

It shows a bust of a man wearing a hood, a ragbag-like mask on his face, and a breathing mask-like thing over his mouth.

He's a scarecrow.

This is a live broadcast five minutes ago, and in the lower left corner of the live broadcast screen, there is a small screen showing a massacre in a restaurant.

On the small screen, a police officer shoots and kills the surrounding citizens like crazy.

And the citizens are killing each other, as if they are dominated by some kind of illusion.

I saw the scarecrow saying on the big screen

"This show only uses five ounces of my new poison gas, and tomorrow, this show will only look like a child's trick."

"Citizens of Gotham, you will only get this warning..."