"Well, after I graduated, I got a job, you know, as an intern reporter at the Metropolitan Daily."
"This is a good job. People in the town are very envious of me. After all, Metropolitan Daily is a famous newspaper with very good benefits. It is the best choice for fresh graduates."
When he said this, Clark also showed a proud expression. His various emotions were always written on his face, allowing people to see his current mood at a glance.
But soon, Clark showed a very embarrassed expression. He looked at Bruce and said, "But you also know that it is not easy to make some achievements in such a big newspaper."
"That day, my editor-in-chief asked me to write a report about the broccoli disaster that broke out in Gotham. But when the disaster broke out, I was not in the country at all. There was really no material to write about, so I could only write casually about my previous visit to Gotham.
experiences.”
"Unexpectedly, this report suddenly became popular. At that time, I realized that so many people were interested in the city of Gotham."
Clark sighed and said: "But yes, my parents are very interested in this magical city. They are very curious about how you survived and why the place is in such a mess and the economy is still so good.
There are mysterious gangsta rap clubs, street graffiti clubs, ghost fire youth groups, etc..."
"However, ordinary people are still more afraid than curious about this place. Almost no one dares to come and see it with their own eyes. Even if some people dare to come, they don't know how to get there. I heard that you have to find gangsters to book hotels here. Most people don't do that.
courage."
Clark shook his head, and then continued: "However, I have been here several times, and I feel that Gotham is not as scary as they say. Even if the security in most areas is not good, there are some safe places."
"For example, the downtown commercial street, Gotham University and the Manor District in the West District, the Lakeside Mountain Park and Beast Park in the North District, the Living Hell and Graffiti Street in the East District, etc. The scenery and culture of these places are all good."
"So, I wrote a guide about what I saw and heard, and serialized it in the newspaper. At first, it was just a marginal page used to fill the gaps in the layout. Unexpectedly, the report received a good response, so it was moved.
On the main board, now, they actually said they would publish a main issue for me."
When he said this, instead of being happy, Clark's face showed a trace of sadness. He looked at Bruce with a very apologetic look and said:
"In the guide, I focused on you, Batman. I called you the great Gotham vigilante. I focused on your heroic deeds and your philosophy of fighting for the people at the bottom."
"At that time, in order to add authenticity to the report, I attached a photo of you standing on the top of Wayne Tower." Clark shrugged and said, "Do you remember? It was the photo I pestered you to take last time.
.”
Bruce recalled for a moment, and then he remembered that at that time, Superman flew around him hundreds of times just to get him to strike a handsome pose for taking pictures. Batman was annoyed by him, and finally cooperated with him.
Took a photo.
The approximate content of the photo is that on a rainy night in Gotham, Batman stood on the top of the Wayne Tower. The background behind him was the halo of various neon lights. His cape was fluttering in the wind and rain, and his figure was tall and tall.
, eyes firm.
Clark rubbed the bottom of his nose and said: "Not many people read the content of this report, but the photo went crazy."
"Your fans bought the newspaper and cut out your photos to make collages. As a result, that issue of the newspaper was reprinted twice and it was not enough. In addition, many people wrote to the newspaper office of Metropolitan Daily saying that it was not enough.
Would like more photos.”
"After that guide came out, many people tried to come to Gotham to find out. One of them, who was more courageous and luckier, followed the guide I gave him and visited Gotham. Not only did he not
If any problem arises, he also gets a photo of the most popular rapper on the East Coast recently. He comes here to take advantage of it and returns home having a great time. His classmates are going crazy with envy."
"Then, Gotham's tourist routes became popular among college students. If anyone can visit Gotham, it proves that you are the coolest fashionista, the gangsterest rapper, and the most street-wise.
The bastard..."
Clark showed an embarrassed expression on his face, and then said: "You know, college students are like this, trying desperately to prove that they are rebellious enough and punk enough..."
"Subsequently, many people came to Gotham in groups. They went to other attractions without any problem. Some of them were brave enough to even take photos with gangster rap members. There was only one problem, and that was... you."
Bruce suddenly had a bad premonition, and then Clark looked at him with expectant eyes and said: "Many of your fans wrote to the newspaper to express their dissatisfaction, saying that they followed my strategy to come to Brother
Tan booked a hotel, but didn’t see you, which is really disappointing.”
"Well... I know you are quite busy, but it shouldn't be difficult to spend ten minutes a day to stand on the roof, right?"
Looking at Clark's clear eyes, Bruce felt his head buzzing.
He took a deep breath, stared into Clark's eyes, and then said: "You included me in your travel guide without my consent, and now you are blaming me, why don't you appear in the place indicated in your guide?
"
"I don't blame you!" Clark emphasized. Then he took out a letter from his bag, handed it to Bruce, and said: "Look, this is a letter written by your mayor, because he didn't
I know who Batman is, so I specifically asked me to bring it to Batman."
Bruce opened the letter and saw that it was indeed a note from Mayor Roy. The general content of it was to thank Batman for his contribution to Gotham's tourism industry and to implore Batman to make more contributions to Gotham's tourism industry.
Although the wording is quite polite, if translated into Gotham people's tone, it would be "Stop thinking about your vigilante career and go stand guard at the scenic spots!"
In the past, Bruce might have been filled with anger at this moment, but now, he only felt dumbfounded. He even felt that the development of the tourism industry by accident could be a way out for Batman's identity.
"You don't know how popular you are!" Clark looked at Bruce very sincerely and emphasized: "People in Metropolis like such dark heroes, even like you more than they like me!"
Bruce thought for a while and felt that this was not impossible. In psychology, there was a compensation effect mentioned. That is, the more comfortable life is, the more people like to consume products with violent and exciting elements.
Theoretically, this may be the instinct of human beings to survive in the wilderness, which makes them want to constantly actively stimulate the violent factors in their bodies to prevent being eliminated by nature.
Few people living in Gotham like the violent culture here. On the contrary, what is popular among the upper class circles are dramas depicting beautiful love or the luxurious life of aristocrats, as if they are still living in the Middle Ages.
From the perspective of metropolitan people, Gotham's chaos, violence, and weird aesthetics have a different kind of charm, which just caters to the decadent punk trend of young people. This sinful place has instead become the punk generation.
of pilgrimage places.
After thinking about this, Bruce felt that it would be a good thing if the tourism industry could be developed as a result, so he looked at Clark and said: "I did run into a little trouble, and I may need you, or in other words, this thing you are holding.
A cat’s help.”
"As a price, I can go to the rooftop of Wayne Tower and stand for a while every night, but I don't guarantee that everyone can see me, and I will never put on a stupid pose like last time to let them
Photograph."
"You just have to stand there for a while! They will definitely take pictures of you looking very handsome!" Clark immediately became happy, he showed a bright smile, and then said: "Don't cater to them, that group of people are
I like how cool and cool you are!”
Bruce rolled his eyes and shook his head, while Batcat, who had been listening in, looked at Bruce and said, "Tell me, what trouble did you encounter? I guess it has to do with dreams, right?"
Bruce nodded and briefly introduced the situation he encountered. The bat cat licked his paws, and then said: "A very common dream infection, you humans call it hypnosis."
"According to what you said, the murderer probably sneaked into your adopted son's dream and used deception to make him believe that he did have a pair of pig ears. The image of pig ears represents certain commands and controls.
He did all sorts of extreme things."
"And his behavior of running away after seeing you should be a security command implanted by the murderer. You can understand it as the firewall of this hypnosis system to prevent others from lifting the hypnosis."
"And it's very simple to break the hypnosis, just make the child no longer believe that he has a pair of pig ears."
"Can you do it?" Bruce asked.
A cold light flashed in Batcat's eyes, and he said: "Don't forget, I am part of the Dream of a Thousand Cats, and the dreamland is my home... Where is he?"
Bruce sent Batcat into the room where Dick was, while he and Clark stayed outside. Looking at Bruce's worried eyes, Clark kept comforting him, but as time went by, Bruce became more and more anxious.
.
About half an hour later, Batcat opened the door with his paws, looked at Bruce and said, "Good news, the hypnosis is lifted."
Bruce stared at him, and Batcat jumped on Clark's shoulder. He sighed softly and said, "The bad news is that your adopted son is relatively young and has an unstable personality. The murderer used some violent methods when he attacked. It is inevitable that he will
Caused some mental trauma to him..."
"The problem is not too serious, but he still needs to recuperate. In recent times, he may have nightmares or panic attacks, and he needs someone to stay with him."
"What's going on?" Bruce asked coldly.
Batcat sighed deeply and said: "To put it simply, the murderer cut off Dick's ears in the dream, and then sewed a pair of pig ears on him. You should also know that you can also feel pain in dreams.
of."
Clark clearly saw the boundless anger rising in Bruce's eyes. He quickly pressed Bruce's shoulders and comforted him: "Calm down, Bruce, don't get confused! We will definitely bring this damn murderer to justice."
!”
But Bruce, who was standing there, felt for the first time that the word "bring him to justice" sounded a bit off-putting.
He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down, but at this time, Alfred came over and said: "This is a call from Chief Gordon. His tone is very anxious. Please go and answer the phone right away."
Bruce quickly came to the phone and answered it. Gordon's slightly anxious voice sounded from the other side: "Bruce! There is a murder inside the Gotham Police Department. You have to come here quickly!"
When Bruce and Clark arrived at the Gotham Police Station, Gordon came over and led them into the police station while saying:
"The person who died was our Deputy Director Freeman, and the reason why I asked you to come here is because the circumstances of his death were somewhat..." Gordon shook his head and did not continue speaking.
When he came to the door of an office, he waved his hand and asked the police officer next to him to leave first. When the door of the office opened, Bruce was stunned.
There was a figure, or rather a corpse, sitting behind the desk. What Bruce didn't realize for a moment was that the middle-aged man's ears had been cut off, and there were two pistols stuck in the ear holes.
The more Bruce looked at this scene, the more familiar it became, but then, his eyes became brighter and brighter, even with a hint of excitement that made Gordon and Clark behind him stand on end.
Gordon swallowed, unconsciously moved a step to the side, and asked cautiously: "Bruce...you, are you okay?"
Bruce stared at the body with burning eyes, took a step back, and asked Gordon without looking back: "...is there a phone number?"
Gordon pointed to the public phone in the corridor, and Bruce turned his head and walked towards the public phone.
After picking up the receiver, Bruce dialed a number very skillfully. After the other party answered, Bruce shouted:
"Hello? Professor! Someone plagiarized your academic achievements!"
My brother doesn’t know how to kill people, he can only crack down on academic misconduct.