Chapter 72 Welcome to Gotham

At night, on the rooftop of the Nashino Police Department Building, Dick wrapped in a black coat stood there, and the strong wind blew his coat. It is now the end of November, and because of the location, the city of Nashino has not yet experienced snowfall, but the temperature has dropped to seven or eight degrees. Following the whistling cold wind, everyone who can stand on a high-rise building and watch the night scene like this at this time is a talented person.

But Dick is not in this ranks, he is just an ordinary person, will be sick, will bleed, as a mortal hero, he pays more attention to his physique. It's just that Ke Wen asked him to meet on the rooftop with a phone call. He didn't even bring a battle uniform, so he could only come up with a coat. Feeling the cold wind hitting his face, Dick also sighed at his hands and waited anxiously. At this time, his girlfriend, Claire, probably had already made dinner at home, so he was waiting for him to go back to eat, and Ke Wen's The figure was never seen.

"Damn, I won't be pigeoned." Dick scolded a little unhappily, it was always only his pigeons for others, why is it his turn to be pigeons this time.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm late, the weather is really cold, have a drink~" A slightly apologetic voice sounded from Dick's head. Instead, he used the belt, switched to the fiery ace, and appeared above Dick's head while driving the flying locomotive. He also held two cups of brewed Yolemei in his trembling hands. This picture felt indescribably inconsistent.

Eh, Dick was a little confused by the image of Ke Wen. He didn't shake like Ke Wen when he was wearing a coat. What's more important is that you are still wearing armor, and it has heating properties. What's the matter with you shaking like this? Oh! I was madly complaining in my heart, but the body still took the milk tea handed over by Ke Wen very honestly, and the two leaned against the railing and drank it.

"Dude, to be honest, you're all wearing armor, so don't make this kind of chattering teeth? I feel cold when I hear it." After a sip of hot milk tea, Dick couldn't stand the cold wind. He also slowed down, and after taking off the head armor next to Ke Wen, he was still fighting a cold war there, making him a little speechless.

"I don't want to, but the armor of this goddamn belongs to biological skin, understand, it is connected to my skin, I can feel the touch of the cold wind on every inch of my skin, even if I know it It doesn't matter, but I just feel cold!" Some trembling voices explained, Ke Wen poured himself a sip of milk tea to warm his stomach again. Southerners rely on shaking to survive the winter. As a traveler, Ke Wen said that he was still not used to this. side weather.

"Okay, you refreshed my understanding again, but why did you contact me so late?" Listening to Ke Wen's explanation, Dick shrugged helplessly and asked curiously.

"About that, I got an acceptance letter this morning from Gotham University."

The tone of resentment made Dick, who was listening, move his mouth a little far-fetched. His old father really knew how to play, and he really bought a school to arrange his partner.

"So you're going to join the Batman team of outsiders?"

"Do I have a choice? Even the school has arranged it for me, what else can I say, but since we were the first to be recruited by the outsider team, I think we have to have some power, otherwise we will always feel this The loss is a bit big."

"What do you want?" Dick became inexplicably vigilant when he heard Ke Wen's tone.

"Since it's our own, we have to choose our own team members, we can't let Batman have the final say~"

"so?"

"Dick, how long has it been since we saw Damian?"

Dick: ? ? ?

Gotham, Wayne Manor, Batman, who routinely finished his daily task of fighting criminals in Gotham, drove the Batmobile into the underground Batcave, and Alfred, who had already prepared in the Batcave, also made dinner. , waiting for Batman there.

"Good evening, Mr. Bruce, how is the patrol today." This is a habit that Alfred has developed, and every time Batman comes back, he needs to ask.

Because Batman's answer will determine whether he needs to do what kind of preparation, albeit very little.

"Not so good, Alfred. This month's Crime Lane is too quiet, the red hood has really cleaned up all the gangs in this part of Crime Lane, and even if they are still active now, they are only in the gang. It is active in the sphere of influence and does not affect the surrounding residents."

Out of the Batmobile, Batman, who didn't even take off his mask, walked directly to his supercomputer and began to locate according to the area he was patrolling today. He wanted to determine the current sphere of influence of this newcomer named Red Hood.

On the contrary, Alfred was a little puzzled. As the person closest to Batman, he basically knew everything Batman knew. And this red hood he also understands, a newcomer who is rebuilding the gang order, has the strength to single-handedly destroy the fully-armed gangsters, and more importantly, in the sphere of influence of the gangsters he currently controls, some criminal activities have been effective. containment.

For example, selling drugs to minors, operating in the area near the campus, and human trafficking have basically disappeared in the sphere of influence under his control. Although the method is a bit violent, in Alfred's view, at least the effect is significant, but his master does not seem to agree with this newcomer's approach.

"Excuse me, Mr. Bruce, this red hood seems to be doing a good thing for you, right?" Alfred still raised his own questions, and sometimes, he really didn't want Bruce to be so intrusive.

In fact, when Bruce left Gotham, Alfred thought about letting him not come back, because Gotham is his sad place, and the people who stay here are only despair.

"No, Alfred, he's driving those gangsters to a dead end," Batman replied without looking back. "He asked those gangsters to take their hands back, but you forgot, these gangsters themselves rely on these to eat, it's fine for a day or two, but after a long time, what these gangsters will do when they have no financial income, because the red head The force of the mask, they dare not take risks, so if they want to live comfortably, there is only one way to take action against other gangsters, but I believe that he will never take the lives of these gangsters to heart, this is just what he used to let brother The tools of Tan's gangs to destroy each other."

Batman has a well-founded analysis. As a living in this dark city, he understands one thing because of his childhood experience. To fight crime, you must first become the crime itself. Since leaving Gotham at the age of 15, Batman Bruce Wayne has been involved in gangs all over the world, and he has done everything. Although every time he is about to succeed, he directly calls the police when he is about to succeed, making every crime a success.

To be honest, every time he acts like a gangster like this, Batman can even endure until he goes to the Assassin League to receive the highest level of training. And Batman is not only a traitor to the gang, but the halo of the unsolved protagonist.

But that's exactly what Batman is doing. He wants to start a battle in the underworld of Gotham. Under the deterrence of the Red Hood, the gangsters can only attack other gangs, and then the gangs Counterattack, and then it will roll bigger and bigger like a snowball. In the end, even if the major gang leaders know the situation, they can't control it.

Alfred looked at his master speechlessly, who is the criminal? It's enough that you know more about how people work than others. Alfred couldn't say anything about Batman's explanation. He had to put the prepared dinner in front of Batman before going upstairs. Halfway through, as if remembering something, he turned his head and said to Batman.

"Master Bruce, if you can't finish your work tonight, I suggest you rest as soon as possible, because you have a meeting tomorrow."

"I remember there is no board meeting tomorrow, right?"

"Oh, not from Wayne Enterprises, but from Master Damian."

"Damian? What's wrong with him?" Batman, who was typing on the keyboard, paused with his hand, and his voice fluctuated. He was still very concerned about his son who had a headache.

"Well, he's fine. It's just that he threw a few children into the trash can at school. The situation is a bit bad, and the guardian needs to go over and discuss the education issue with the school. That is to say, Mr. Bruce, you are going to attend the parent-teacher conference. , I put the clothes you will wear tomorrow in your room, remember to wear them."

After saying this, Alfred left the Batcave and ignored Batman who was still in a daze in front of the computer. In Wayne Manor, Alfred patrolled every corner of Wayne Manor, and finally settled on Bruce Wayne's bedroom. On the head of the bed were still old grandfather Thomas Wayne, Mrs. Martha Wayne and Mrs. Portrait of young Bruce Wayne's family of three.

"It's still empty after all," said with emotion, Alfred closed the door and prepared to go back to his room to rest, and the mobile phone in his pocket also rang. Seeing the caller's number, Alfred was a little old. With a smile on his face, he picked it up: "Good evening, Mr. Dick, why are you free to call me today? What's the matter with the wind on your side?" Through the receiver, Alfred could hear the other side of the phone. The sound of hunting wind came from one end, and asked curiously.

"About this, I'll explain it later, I want to ask, is Damian at home?"

"Master Damian, I've rested, what's the matter?"

"Oh, it's okay, ask first, please prepare two cups of hot tea for me, and open the door on the roof, I'm almost there."

Two cups of hot tea? Alfred was puzzled, and when he was about to continue to ask, Dick had hung up the phone. Some helplessly shrugged, the old man really had no time for a moment, so he went to prepare hot tea. At this time, not far from Gotham, a flying locomotive was speeding towards Gotham at high speed. After the first team member to be recruited was confirmed in Nashino City, Ke Wen led Dick directly to the navigation. The next road is speeding towards the city of Gotham, the most influential city in the DC world.

"Damn, this is Gotham?! This style of painting is completely wrong!" Ke Wen, who was about to approach Gotham, looked at the city with a rough outline in front of him, and couldn't help but swear.

In the dark night, the city of Gotham is brightly lit, but there are always dark clouds over the city, and with those Gothic buildings, Ke Wen feels like he is driving into a magic cave. Dick, who was sitting behind Ke Wen, also glanced at him with some nostalgia before saying, "Yes, this is Gotham, my home."

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