This neighborhood, originally known as "Hell's Kitchen", became much quieter and quieter after the completion of "Hogwarts" and "Hogsmeade" located on its outskirts, although it was under the direct control of the "Fisk Family"
It is still a "lawless place", but it is the neighborhood with the best public security in New York.
If a foreigner with misjudgment breaks into a supermarket or bank in Clinton District with a gun, before he shouts the slogan of robbery, he will find that he has been pointed at the head by more than a dozen long guns and short cannons of different calibers, and then,
Several people wearing black suits and big sunglasses will file in, tie up the frightened foreigners and put them in sacks to resist taking them away. In the process, those who are "brave for justice" will take the initiative to fight with the gangsters.
The men in suits chatted and expressed their goodwill, patting their chests and ensuring that it was just an accident and had nothing to do with them.
As for those unlucky ones who are not discerning? It is said that according to their specialties, they will be thrown into being sailors on ocean-going freighters, fighting against large packages at the dock, driving screws on the waterline, or doing odd jobs on the farm.
This situation looks like the Fisk family has complete control over this neighborhood, but only the veterans who have been around Clinton for a long time know that after "Miss Jin Jing" ran to become the principal of "Hogwarts", the Fisk family
There is only a little symbolic concern for this place of fortune, and the only requirement is that no "public illegal behavior" is allowed, otherwise those in black suits will arrive on the scene faster than the New York Police Department and clean up everything.
This leads to the fact that those who dare to cause trouble here are those who are very covert or confident that they will not be discovered, or the legendary "super criminals" that only "superheroes" can deal with.
"Old man, hand over all the money you have!"
In a dark alley, a man smelling of alcohol, with disheveled clothes and an unshaven beard was randomly raising a gun and aiming it at a well-dressed old couple in front of him.
Perhaps because there were only three of them in this remote "crime scene" and it was not considered a "big public", no one else showed up to stop it for the time being.
"I thought I was already very outdated," the old man with his silver hair combed very neatly and deep wrinkles replied: "Don't you know that almost everyone now uses digital currency instead of cash, and just wears a pair of t-shirts when going out?
Is it enough to construct it?”
"Asshole, bastard... That thing requires real-name authentication. Am I, a escaped prisoner, going to throw myself into a trap?" The robber stared at the ring on the old man's ring finger for a moment, and then slowly turned his eyes to the ring on the old woman's neck.
The pearl necklace she was wearing: "Then, give me the jewelry you are wearing!"
"Oh, that's not possible. This is a token of love he gave me. It has a history of seventy years." The old woman raised her hand and pressed it on her heart.
"Who cares about you!" Under the influence of alcohol, the robber ignored the two unarmed old men who were not afraid of his weird behavior. He aimed his gun and approached: "This place is so weird, I want to make a fortune."
Money...get out of Hell's Kitchen, no, out of New York."
"If you want to hurt my wife, you have to step over my body!" The old man stepped forward and blocked the old woman behind him.
"Old ghost...you are looking for death!"
Boom!
The drunken robber flew out sideways and hit the alley wall with his head. He twitched twice and passed out. The gun he was holding had now fallen onto a man wearing dark blue tights and a hood of the same color.
In the hands of a strong man, but something strange is that the hood completely covers his eyes, and there is a red ring-shaped target painted on the original position.
Click-click--without any movement from him, the gun turned into a pile of tiny parts in his hands.
"[Don't walk at night in the future, 'Hell's Kitchen' is not as safe as it looks.]" He warned in a slightly hoarse voice as he prepared to turn around and leave.
"It's not easy to meet you, 'Bullseye,'" the old man dusted off the sleeves of his casual clothes: "Or should I say, Mr. [Bruce Wayne]?"
"[...]" The man in blue tights known as "Bullseye" stopped, was silent for a moment, and turned around: "[You did it on purpose.]"
"Just like Mr. Lester believes that he is Daredevil, you also believe that you are Matt Murdock and only think of yourself as
"Bruce Wayne's experience is treated as a ridiculous dream," the old man replied: "For this we have to use a little...'stimulation therapy'."
"You have never given me jewelry, dear," the old woman patted the pearl necklace on her heart: "If we have to tear it off at the last step, our rental deposit will be gone."
"[Who on earth are you?]" "Bullseye"'s voice became hoarse, sounding like a patient with terminal laryngeal cancer.
The two old men looked at each other:
"I'm Steve Rogers."
"And I am his wife 'Peggy Carter'."
"It's 'Peggy Rogers.'"
"Honey, you can't change the name of a dead person."
"Bullseye" ignored the interaction between the two and continued to ask after a moment of pause: "[Why are you looking for me?]"
"We're not looking for you," the old man who called himself "Steve Rogers" shook his head: "It's the 'Joker' who is looking for you."
"[...]" "Bullseye" fell into silence, and the expression on the exposed half of his face became increasingly grim.
"You were hit and killed by Darkseid's omega rays in the sixth volume of "Final Crisis" published in 2010. You were supposed to travel back to ancient times," the elderly Steve shrugged: "But very soon
Unfortunately, the 'Holy Timeline' prohibits time travel, even in comics, so you passively 'ascended' and became Mr. Matt Murdock, which we only recently discovered."
"It's not about merging or replacing," the elder Paige added: "In this world, you are Matt Murdock, just like Phil Coulson is Hawkeye."
"[How did the Joker ascend to dimension? He was also hit by omega rays?]" "Bullseye," or rather, Bruce Wayne, asked coldly.
"I don't know," old Steve spread his hands: "We currently speculate that perhaps it is because of your successful precedent that the 'comic world' has the possibility of 'dimension enhancement'. Of course, this cannot be said to be your fault.
It’s my fault, but…”
"But we are very sure that the clown will definitely come to you after he ascends to the dimension," the elderly Paige added: "'Matt Murdock' is not his opponent, so we must 'wake up' you, and you have to do it
It’s no different from before—punch your fist into that maniacally laughing face.”
"[Then, you did it.]" Bruce Wayne took two steps back, and his entire body disappeared into the shadows, leaving an afterimage that looked very much like... a huge bat.
"It seems that our mission is completed. Let's go home and continue working on the manuscript." Old Steve hammered his waist and cast his gaze on the unconscious robber: "He won't turn into a clown, right?"
"If the clown is so ravenous," the elderly Peggy raised her eyebrows, "just give him a separate issue of the 'Drunkard Robber Clown'."
