In the process of falling, Deathstroke's armor changed its style. In an instant, Strangler put on the host a long trench coat and suit that fit the era, as well as a pair of shiny leather shoes and a pair of soft black leather gloves.
But even though the leather shoes made a distinct sound when walking on the ground, the boy who was unconscious among the corpses of his parents still showed no reaction, as if he was dead.
Taking a closer look, little Bruce's face was full of tears and runny nose, and he was still blowing bubbles as he breathed.
The night approaching autumn was a little bit cool, and Martha's pearls were scattered on the ground in a pool of blood. The street lights flickered on and off, but that was because of the shadows of the wings of bats when they chased moths.
Deathstroke, who was crouching down, shook his head silently and asked the strangulating little tentacles to check on the couple.
"Hey."
The meaning of strangulation is that these two people are undoubtedly dead.
"What should we do?" Lori kindly moved the boy away from the body, and took out a handkerchief to wipe his face, and then looked up at Deathstroke, who was lowering his head to light a cigarette.
"Hey, of course we called the police. After all, this is the scene of a murder." Deathstroke bypassed the body, carried Bruce to the entrance of the alley, and leaned against the trash can: "Although Gotham at this point in time is ruled by several major families,
But the Waynes are considered prominent figures in the city. If they die, the police should arrive within eight hours."
Pretty much, anyway, in Su Ming's memory, whether it's comics or TV series like "Gotham", there are subtle representations of time. After all, if a family falls, other families have to discuss how to divide their interests, right?
The Wayne family was killed after watching a midnight movie, and it was daylight when the police and the housekeeper arrived.
Little Bruce sat among the corpses of his parents and watched the bats all night.
"Wait? Eight hours?"
Lori's eyes widened and she scratched her face. Living in the age of superheroes, she had no idea what Gotham was like at this time.
With a calm look on his face, Su Ming nodded, walked to the public telephone booth outside the alley, opened the creaking glass door under the streetlight, picked up the receiver and listened to the mechanical busy tone.
When he discovered that he happened to have some coins in his pocket, he almost laughed out loud at Bruce's good luck.
"Yes, in this era it is not the police who have the final say whether to call out police, but the gang bosses. Without their permission, you want to call the police? Then the police car will run out of gas, your partner will have diarrhea, and the leader will not give you any advice.
There will be situations like giving instructions, not giving police guns in the warehouse, not giving directions at the police station, etc. Do you want to be a good policeman? Then be a good policeman under this 'order'. Besides, there is no problem with the eight-hour working day.
Well, after the incident, the Gotham police only need to arrive within eight hours and just show their respect."
"This is not how you understand eight-hour work!" The girl could only complain helplessly.
Deathstroke smiled at her and stretched out his fingers to turn the dial of the phone. He didn't need to tilt his head to hold the receiver, because the little bean sprouts of the strangler were holding it for him.
"911, what's the matter?" came the impatient voice from the other end of the phone, like a menopausal aunt.
"Thomas Wayne and his wife Martha Wayne were murdered in an alley near the Park Street Theater in the East End." Su Ming held cigarette ashes in one hand and turned over the phone box with the other.
Yellow Pages: "No matter who you hang out with, tell the people above you, the Wayne family may have fallen, but the Kane family still exists, so call the police quickly."
In this era, this alley was not called Crime Alley, but the back alley of Park Street.
"Who are you?" The attitude on the other end of the phone was much more correct, and the voice changed back to a girlish voice.
"Ordinary enthusiastic citizens." Su Ming put down the phone, turned around and walked out of the small pavilion, returning to Luo Rui: "Okay, let's wake up the child and let him look at bats so that he can become Batman in the future."
As he spoke, he took out a bottle of mineral water from his pocket and poured it on the boy's face.
The cold water awakening method is effective most of the time, so little Bruce also woke up with a violent cough, as if he was still living in a dream, hoping that his parents' death was just a nightmare.
But the corpse not far away shattered his illusions, and he was stunned.
"Don't be in a daze, Master Wayne, stand up." Deathstroke picked him up and pressed him against the wall, because the boy's legs were like noodles and had no strength at all. He seemed to kneel down as soon as he let go.
Lori sighed, and she used a magic to let the shadow support the boy from falling down, and at the same time, use the coldness brought by the shadow to help him stay awake.
Deathstroke squatted down, put the cigarette in his hand into the boy's mouth, and pinched his nostrils to let him breathe through his mouth: "In this case, you need a little help from nicotine, which can help you calm down. Come on.
, have another sip of vodka, Black Alice, use heat vision to perm his hair."
"Can't heat vision be used to perm your hair?! Why do you think smoking, drinking and perming your hair are a package deal? Why are you so skilled?!" With the influx of memories from other timelines, Lori was getting along with Deathstroke.
Over time, I have become more and more proficient at complaining.
"Isn't it okay to wrap it in tin foil and heat it?" Su Ming touched his chin and asked Strangler to change his hands and feed the young master the cake.
"No! Not to mention tinfoil, lead plates won't work. But if it's covered with promethium metal, maybe we can try it." Lori changed her tone, and then cast her big eyes on the top of Bruce's head.
The boy used to be a good boy. Although his family was rich, he was not Tony Stark. He did not smoke or drink.
For these things, if an inexperienced person takes a few bites, he will immediately feel dizzy.
But not to mention, there is a saying in the East that wine makes people cowardly. After drinking half a bottle of vodka, how can Bruce still feel any fear? He now wants the bats flying under the street lamp to come down quickly, and he wants to fight with them
Practice.
However, it was the death knell that caught the red-faced little Bruce and made him see the corpses of his parents. Only then did the pain return to his mind along with reason.
It has to be said that Batman is extremely talented. He calmed down quickly. Although there was still unconcealable sadness in his eyes, at least he didn't look like he was about to cry until he died.
"Who are you? Hiccup!"
He asked the tall one-eyed man holding him, but his eyes were always fixed on the black tentacles dancing like a swarm of snakes.
"Although you may have no memory, I am a good friend of Thomas and Martha and also your godfather. Unfortunately, I came a step too late and failed to save them. In this way, you can call me 'Father' from now on.
"
The death knell of evil taste came as soon as he opened his mouth. Although his face was full of pain, the strangulating tentacles behind him were like the devil's tail, swinging rapidly with cigarettes and wine.