This is a city that rarely gets sunny skies, and the lack of sunshine for a long time makes the skin of most residents here pale and colorless.
Just like Bruce Wayne's face at this time.
He was lying on the operating table of the less well-equipped Batcave beneath Wayne Manor, looking blankly at a bat in the corner of the cave ceiling.
Bruce didn't dare to look into the eyes of Alfred, who had just assisted him in completing the operation. Blame? Worry? Disappointment? Pain? Relief? Encouragement? Understanding? Approval? He didn't know, but as long as he didn't look, he wouldn't know.
"The bullet is very shallow, and it seems that the Kevlar bulletproof fiber is very effective," Alfred said in his usual tone: "You should be able to move freely tomorrow morning."
The footsteps of the old butler gradually faded away, but Bruce was still staring at the bats on the roof of the cave.
Yes, he is escaping, just like he was escaping from the lame performance of "Batman" when he first appeared.
By lame, I didn't mean getting shot. He had already anticipated this kind of thing when he decided to step into the night as "Batman". What really made him unacceptable was the reason for getting shot.
Bruce's speed is not fast enough to dodge bullets, but the pointing of the muzzle and the gunman's hand movements when pulling the trigger are enough for him to determine the impact point of the bullets. As long as he avoids the trajectory of those bullets in advance, he will avoid them.
bullet.
The premise is that there is no interference.
——Die! Falcone's lackeys!
That's what the gunman said when he fired.
Falcone's lackey?
This title made Bruce feel very ridiculous. Although he immediately gave up this sense of absurdity, his evasive action was still delayed by a few tenths of a second, and a bullet took the opportunity to drill into his lower back.
Batman would not fall down because of this small injury. He turned around and easily knocked down the gunman and disassembled the gun into parts, and then left quickly in the night.
The price is that I am now lying on the operating table completely unable to move.
And the sense of absurdity is spreading from that wound to the entire Batcave.
As a fledgling vigilante, Batman's first target is "chaotic evil", that is, "impulsive crimes committed on a temporary basis". As for the "neutral evil" of premeditated and planned crimes and the "lawful evil" of organized crimes on a large scale
", then there must be "lawful neutral" police stations, courts and prisons, but unfortunately, these institutions in Gotham City still belong to the "lawful evil" camp.
Bruce's overall plan for Gotham is to eradicate "chaotic evil", deter "neutral evil", and restrict "lawful evil". He wrote a thick plan for this, but he didn't expect that he stumbled on his first attempt.
.
No, it can't be said that it was a setback. At least the "convenience store robbery" was successfully stopped, but...
Bruce continued to stare at the bats on the roof of the cave.
A few seconds later, the bats on the cave ceiling melted away like ink drops falling into a glass of water, turning into the silent night of Gotham.
Under the dark night, there was a 7-11 convenience store with its door open. The store owner was raising his hands in the air, while a robber showed him the gun on his waist in front of the counter and was still dancing around. The other two robbers
The bandit was humming a tune, taking various things from the shelves and putting them into sacks.
Afterwards, Batman walked into the convenience store and knocked down the robber in front of the counter with one punch. The robber's accomplice knocked the contents of the sack to the ground and fled, while the dancing robber was knocked to the ground.
He also rolled and crawled away from the scene of the eucalyptus incident.
Batman originally planned to say something to the store owner, but for some reason he opened the cash box, took out a large amount of dollars and pushed it in front of Batman.
Batman:?
Shop owner:?
While the two looked at each other, another group of people walked into the convenience store.
Wearing uniform black suits and silver masks, they held various long guns and cannons in their hands. They controlled the exits and nearby streets very skillfully. You could see that some of them were wearing earphones to communicate with someone.
The leader in a black suit looked at the two people in front of the counter, raised his eyebrows and said something to Batman, and gave him a thumbs up. Then he took a few cards from the pile of money pushed out by the store owner, and patted him again.
shoulder, turned around and waved to signal the team to retreat.
Batman:......
Shop owner:......
The store owner scratched his head, laughed dryly at Batman, and then pushed the pile of money towards him.
Batman was silent for a moment, without saying anything, and turned around and left the convenience store.
Then, when I climbed over the wall, I saw three robbers hiding in the corner.
The faces of the discovered robbers all showed expressions of shock, anger and fear. The one who was knocked down by Batman roared and shot him.
Boom!
The bat on the roof of the cave accidentally hit the light installed there and flew away.
Stupid bat, Bruce thought, how could a creature that uses ultrasonic waves to detect obstacles hit the light? Unless it was too confident in itself and didn't receive the sonic feedback.
As consciousness gradually faded, the smell of blood gradually faded away, and the aroma of snacks hidden in it emerged.
Bruce turned his head slightly and looked at the sofa and coffee table not far from the operating table. There, as expected, there was a plate of cookies.
As an excellent butler, Alfred of course knows more than one kind of pastry, but the ones he makes most often are cookies and black tea. It seems... is it because he once praised this when he was a child?
Bruce stared at the plate of snacks, his consciousness gradually sinking into darkness.
As darkness fell, silver threads began to outline everything he had seen before. The coffee table turned into a dining table, the snacks changed from one plate to two plates, and from two plates to a sumptuous banquet. It was dimly lit.
The Batcave turned into a bright living room, where the chandelier reflected Thomas and Martha Wayne sitting at the table.
"Please don't be polite, 'Ms. Bai'," Thomas held up the wine glass: "You and your companions saved the lives of my wife and the dog. No amount of repayment can express my gratitude."
On the other side of the dining table, three young women who had appeared in Crime Alley were sitting. The two with obvious European and American features were working hard on steak and salad, while the one known as the "White Lady" had more obvious Eastern ancestry.
The woman is holding a glass of juice.
"You're not welcome, Mr. Wayne," she said: "We have our own troubles. If we are too involved with you, those 'trouble' may come to you, and you obviously do not have enough ability to protect yourself - I am
Refers to one’s own abilities.”
"However, the Wayne family's family motto is 'Repay any favor you have received'. Ms. Bai shouldn't make things difficult for me, right?" Thomas said.
"In this case..." Ms. Bai looked at her two companions: "Can you help us find a snack shop that sells small cakes?"
