Bruce felt the heartbeat in his chest, as if he was the only one left in the world.
In the dimly lit ward, only the doorway has a trumpet-shaped light distribution.
On the ground, Bruce's figure was dragged out by the lights in the corridor, creating a terrifying projection. This trace extended to the wall not far away, and was reflected on the body sitting on the hospital bed with his back on his back.
The owner of that body seemed to have heard the harsh noise of the iron door rubbing against the ground, and turned his head in confusion to look at the place where the sound came from.
"Beware of the Court of Owls, they will monitor your travels at all times.
Peeping at Gotham City from the dark, hidden in the attic with low walls.
He is with you when you are at home, and when you are lying on your bed, he is also there.
Never mention his name, or the claws will hunt for your head."
He was singing weird songs to himself, and the arrival of Bruce seemed like an extremely common thing.
"Fake!" The next moment he saw his enemy, Bruce rushed over and grabbed Qiao Qie's collar. The force was so strong that a button at the collar of the hospital gown burst open. "Look at me, see clearly who I am!" Bruce roared angrily, and the emotions that had been buried deep in his heart for the past ten years burst out at this moment like a volcanic eruption.
"..."
After a moment of silence.
"Cobot... don't come to arrest me, I didn't kill the person... I didn't kill the person..."
This... Bruce's eyes twitched. He was shocked to find that the fisherman who killed his parents was actually afraid of something else when he saw his avenger!
Joechel was like a mole, his whole body curled up into a ball, his arms weakly holding his head, and the reason he was shivering was actually because of other unrelated people, not him, Bruce Wayne! "Do you know who I am?! Bruce Wayne! The son of the couple you killed ten years ago, the son of the Waynes, Bruce Wayne!" Bruce had exposed veins on his forehead and grabbed Joechel's collar.
Shake your hands vigorously.
Stand up quickly, resist quickly! Hurry up!
Why don't you fight back!
In Bruce's eyes, Joechel's withered face was like a big joke. He looked around nervously and said intermittently: "The Waynes of the Wayne family... they, they... were killed by me, but the gun
It was you who gave it to him, and it was you who killed him! It was you!"
"Why! Why!"
"I can't help it, I can't help it..." Joechel seemed not to have heard Bruce's question, his eyes wandering, "The Wayne family has built a large dock port, and the ships in it are so big that it's a fish business.
They have all taken away everything. I am old...I can't catch many fish at all. Only by killing the Waynes can we survive..."
"The gun was given by you...it was given by you..." Qiaochel began to ramble endlessly again.
But Bruce already understood the truth of the matter from his few words.
His parents died because of their own kindness!
For the sake of the poor, the Waynes built high-quality docks and ports and actively invested in the fishing industry. However, they did not expect that in the end, they lost their lives because of the failure of some poor people.
Bruce took out the pistol in his pocket, raised the safety catch with a click, and put the muzzle of the gun directly into the center of Joechel's forehead.
Qiaochel was as excited as if he saw a sweet date. He was surprised and happy about the thing on his forehead, and couldn't help but laugh.
"Ahhh!" Bruce roared hysterically...but he still didn't pull the trigger.
"Are you afraid..."
Bruce lowered his head, his entire face blending into the shadow of the ward.
But when he raised his head again, the corner of his mouth had already curled up in a penetrating way: "Then I will become the fear of the bad guys in Gotham City."
He put down his pistol, turned around and left, while Qiaochel, who had been waiting quietly from beginning to end, tilted his head and looked at Bruce who was leaving. His departure seemed to be a normal thing for him.
things.
Joechel has no value for revenge, he is just a stupid Gotham City civilian... Bruce thought, Joechel will spend his life in pain in Arkham Asylum, if he doesn't kill him,
The best revenge for him is to keep him in fear his whole life. Even if the fear is not inflicted by him, as long as the fear exists, the result will not change.
As for real revenge...
"The gun was given by you..."
"The Court of Owls...the Cobot family...is that you?"
Without Joechel, there would have been Chechel, or Chochel would have taken the pistol and pulled the trigger that killed the Waynes.
The ones who really need to be judged are those hiding in the dark!
The iron door was closed again, and darkness returned to the room. Only Qiao Qier in the corner still made a weird laugh.
Bruce was no longer confused, and his eyes became firm again. Although Joechel's performance was the shame of his revenge for more than ten years, at this moment, it was like a stimulant that deeply inspired him to move forward.<
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When Sharp saw Bruce's appearance, he couldn't help but feel a little ashamed. The sincere roar in the ward just now was like a male wolf's long moo when he saw a female wolf die in front of him. It was hard to imagine the relationship between Bruce and this uncle Joechel.
What kind of friendship do they have? Bruce can actually show such emotion when he sees Joechel's miserable condition.
And the most commendable thing is that Bruce quickly returned to his normal state and was even terrifyingly calm.
Sharp tacitly agreed not to mention what happened inside, but Bruce saw that Frank and Wade were not at the door, and asked strangely: "Where are the two people I was traveling with?"
"They said they wanted to go shopping by themselves... By the way, did your meeting with your uncle go well?"
Bruce's expression was strange, but in Sharp's eyes, this expression was normal: "Jochel...he is mentally a little abnormal and can't seem to hear me."
"That's right, he seemed to have some tinnitus when he first came here."
"By the way, does he often sing some songs? Like owl..."
"That owl ballad? It has been circulating in Gotham City for tens or hundreds of years. It seems that the Court of Owls is a terrorist organization lurking in the dark depths of Gotham City. Anyone who dares to disobey their orders will be cut with sharp claws in the night.
Broken throat..." Sharp smiled and made a "cut off head" gesture at his neck.
He shrugged and said: "However, this is just a ballad. If there really is a so-called organization like the Court of Owls, I'm afraid there will be a secret world hidden in my Arkham Asylum.
Unknowingly dragging people into it...haha!"
Bruce pursed his lips, the Court of Owls...the night in Gotham City should be dominated by bats!