Batman didn't have time to pay attention to Nightwing's doubts.
He was standing on the roof of a tall building, the rain slapped his cloak, and the symphony was at its climax. A flexible black figure locked in the center of his vision was passing lightly between the buildings, with a black tights
A glimmer of light flashed in the rain.
"Catwoman, stop!" Batman's low voice came through the rain screen, with a hint of unquestionable majesty.
The catwoman glanced back at him, and a sly smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "Stop? That's not like my style, bat."
Before she finished speaking, she suddenly jumped, and the whip in her hand swung out, wrapping around the railing on the opposite roof, and swinging lightly like a cat. Batman did not hesitate, and the quilt in his hand suddenly shot out, following her
back.
The two figures intersected in the night sky of Gotham, and the rain became colder and colder, but they could not extinguish the passionate pursuit like fire.
The arc outlined by the Catwoman's whip in the air is a bit ambiguous, but it is more of a fatal danger. The whip is soft like silk, and when it is hard, it looks like steel. When the Catwoman's speed is fast, it is like the most agile
Cheetah; when slowing down, it has a little coquettish sense like a domestic cat.
"What is your target to sneak into the Batcave?" Batman asked in a deep voice as he chased.
"Oh, it's just a gadget," the cat girl chuckled, her voice particularly charming in a rainy night, "but I don't think you're interested."
"If you are talking about the collections in the Bat Cave, you'd better give up now." Batman's voice was cold, and the bat dart in his hand was ready to go.
The Catwoman's laughter was even more pleasant, "You are still so boring, bat. But I don't plan to go home empty-handed tonight."
She suddenly turned over and threw the whip into Batman's face. Batman quickly avoided the bat dart in his hand and threw it straight into Catwoman's shoulder. Catwoman twisted his body cleverly, and the bat dart rubbed her.
The corner of her clothes flew past and nailed to the wall behind her.
"I almost hit it," teased the catwoman, "Your accuracy seems to have regressed."
Batman did not respond, and the quilt shot out again, and his body approached the catwoman like a black shadow. Seeing this, the catwoman suddenly threw out the whip, wrapped around the balcony guardrail of a building next to him, and leaped to the next
The distant roof.
"You can't escape, Catwoman." Batman's voice seemed particularly low in the rain.
"That's not necessarily," the catwoman turned around and smiled, "After all, I'm a cat, and you're just a bat."
Finally, the Catwoman stopped at the edge of a tall building, with dozens of meters behind her. She turned around and faced Batman who was chasing him, with a sly smile on her lips.
"It seems you've finally caught up with me," the Catwoman whispered, "but are you sure you're going to do it here?"
Batman stood opposite her, rain dripping down his mask, his voice low and calm: "Steal the stuff, Selena. The farce of tonight ends here."
Catwoman chuckled and took something out of her arms. Batman's pupils shrank when he saw the thing.
"Are you talking about this? Unfortunately, it's mine now."
"That's the diary of the Wayne family's ancestors, you can't take it away."
"Why can't?" The catwoman tilted her head, a hint of provocation flashing in her eyes, "Is it more important to you than me?"
Batman was silent for a moment, then said, "This is not a game, Selena. This thing is very important and not worth it. Return it to me."
The Catwoman's smile gradually subsided, and her eyes became complicated. "I'm talking to you very seriously, but you have never looked down on a thief like me. Your arrogance is a sign of your stupidity."
"Unfortunately, what I brought today is indeed important news - this thing will release a special low-frequency sound wave to cooperate with something on you and gradually affect your mental state."
"I don't understand what you're talking about." Batman's voice remained calm. "This is a relic left to me by a very important elder, and no one can take it away for any reason."
"It is because this is very important to you that you will fall into a trap." The catwoman even felt a little embarrassed in his tone. She said, "Your closest children and elders have become the two that are the deepest in your heart.
Take a knife. What do you think when you know this fact? What about them?"
"Don't escape, Batman, you know something is wrong." Catwoman walked forward two steps, raised the book in his hand and said, "Think about when your mental state began to deteriorate and why
You can't turn this situation around with all your efforts?"
"Answer me, Batman, what exactly are the weaknesses you can really be exploited?!"
"Enough."
"It's really enough. If you can't wake up like this, then I don't have the slightest interest in talking nonsense like you. Goodbye."
Catwoman suddenly threw the book into the air, and Batman's eyes were instantly attracted. At this moment, Catwoman's whip suddenly threw out, wrapping around the treetops not far away, and swinging lightly like a cat.
.
Batman reacted quickly, shot out the quilt and followed closely behind. However, Catwoman was moving faster than he expected.
"Goodbye, stupid bat." Her voice drifted in the rain, and then she turned around and jumped into the darkness.
Batman stood there, the rain wet his cloak. He looked down at the quilt in his hand, then pressed the communicator in his ear.
"Batwoman, help me track the Catwoman's location. She took away something very important."
"I understand, Batman." Batwoman's voice came from his headphones, "But are you sure you want to chase it to the end? After all, there seems to be more important things to do now."
Batman was silent for a moment, looking in the direction of Catwoman's disappearance, "She brought an important news. I don't believe her, but I just need time to verify it. Before that, I will not act rashly."
"The Joker seemed to be planning to delay to the end." There was not much anxiety in Batwoman's voice. Obviously, she did not sympathize with the rich. Just out of a responsible attitude, she said, "Considering the Joker's dramatic character,"
, I just screened Gotham's public buildings, there were not many buildings that met his requirements, and there were several highly doubtful goals."
“Which one is the most likely one?”
“Arkham Asylum.”
The Batmobile did not drive to the Arkham Asylum, but turned a corner to the lower city. Dr. Tompkins was startled when a dark figure appeared in front of the clinic window.
"Why are you here, Batman?"
"I want to ask you something, doctor, about my condition."
This topic shocked Doctor Tompkins, obviously even bigger than Batman's arrival. The Doctor hesitated for a long time, and said relatively tactfully: "I'm not trying to point fingers at you, Batman, if you can take a little rest,
Then I will try not to use the word disease to describe your recent state.”
"No, doctor. I want to hear it. If I describe my state as a disease, then what kind of me is it?"
Dr. Tompkins was a little confused, or said, "Considering your father's condition, I prefer to be inclined to you to have inherited bipolar disorder. The symptoms are probably..."
“Is it possible that it is not genetic?”
"What?"
"Is it possible that it is external influence?"
"Are you talking about poisoning or something? I'm frankly speaking, this is probably unlikely."
"What about magic?"
"Magic? You don't look like someone who believes in these things..." As soon as Dr. Tompkins said this, he remembered the experience of accompanying Alfred to the drugstore.
"Maybe it is possible." Dr. Tompkins said seriously after thinking about it, "Although everyone has the right to get sick, the probability of a certain mental illness is different depending on each person's personality. And
Neither you nor your father happen to be the kind of person who is prone to depression.”
"Can you tell me in detail?"
Dr. Tompkins shook his head and said, "You can think of it as a doctor's intuition. I always think you shouldn't be like this. But of course there is no evidence you want me to provide, because you never look at it."
Psychologist.”
This sentence gave Batman some inspiration. After he walked out of the clinic, he called Pale Knight.
"What is Batman in other universes like?"
"If you want to plead for this damn racing boy, then you can get beaten for him!" Pale Knight's tone was very unkind. Batman was stunned.
"Are other Batmans the same?" Batman heard the hesitation in his tone. If that were the case, he did not look like a person who would suffer from depression, but more like the kind of person who would cause depression to his parents.
people.
"You two are atypical cases." The Pale Knight was obviously doing something, and she said breathlessly, "The other Batman are all arrogant, the kind of person who doubts that there is something wrong with the law of the universe.
Those who doubt themselves.”
Batman was stunned again.
"Yes, they don't say it, but they are such people." Pale Knight's tone was very firm, and he said, "Thank you, we were born in the same world, otherwise I would have to deal with those mental illnesses."
Now.”
After saying that, the Pale Knight hung up the phone, leaving Batman alone in the car without saying a word.
Batman could probably imagine what other Batman looked like. However, some negative emotions in his heart swelled up uncontrollably, causing his thinking to gradually dissipate.
He subconsciously touched his belt, and whenever he touched the pattern on the special bat mark, he always felt relieved.
But this time, for some reason, he stopped his movements and would rather use his hand to grab the steering wheel than touch his darts again. Some doubtful shadows still climbed up the surface of his heart.
On the other side, Bruce, who was punched twice by the Pale Knight, shook and retreated to the edge of the viaduct. He wiped the blood from his lips and said, "I don't have time to fight with you here, I still
There is something serious to do."
"You're doing it in Gotham, racing, messing up traffic, and hitting two policemen?!"
"Why don't you ask the police why they chase me?"
The pale knight stared at him, but Bruce grinned and took out a document from his arms, shook it and said, "Ode in the medical equipment production company's tax information--know that it will be next.
What happened?"
Just as the Pale Knight was about to say something, he heard a roar above his head, and the strong wind from the propeller made him almost unable to stand firm.
He looked up and saw a black helicopter slowly landing under the dark clouds. The black fuselage was printed with a white balance pattern, and a line of English letters were written below the pattern - "Internal Revenue Service"
”.
In the office of Arkham Asylum, Maria clown stood opposite the table, looking at Schiller who had put down the phone, said:
"So your way to deal with them is to check taxes?"
Schiller stood up, sorted out the collar of the suit, and said, "Or what do you think? Kill everyone like a butcher, and then be charged with murder and went to jail?"
"That's how you play the crazy people here. I am a law-abiding citizen, but I want to be a hero in tax auditing."
Schiller turned around and smiled slowly and said, "The only things that cannot be avoided in life are death and taxes. Why isn't this the most exciting death bet?"
"Prepare to open the market and let all Gotham see if the elites are as lawless and fearless as they show."
The IRS is outrageous, has its own army and is very strong, but any golden retriever who is accused of tax evasion will have gone far.