At night, on the roof of the Naxino City Police Department building, Dick in a black coat stood on the rooftop, and the wind blew his coat hunting. It's the end of November, and because of the area, there hasn't been any snow in the city, but the temperature has dropped to seven or eight degrees. Following the whirring cold wind, all the people who can stand on a high-rise building and watch the night view at this time are talents.

But Dick is not among them, he is just an ordinary person, he will get sick, he will bleed, as a mortal hero, he pays more attention to his physique. It's just that Ke Wen made a phone call to ask him to meet here on the rooftop, and he could only come up wrapped in a coat when he didn't even bring a battle uniform. Feeling the cold wind on his face, Dick also sighed at his hands, waiting a little anxiously, at this time his girlfriend Claire estimated that she had already made dinner at home, just waiting for him to go back to eat, and Kewen's figure was not seen for a long time.

"Damn, I'm not going to be pigeons." Dirk scolded a little unpleasantly, it has always been only his pigeon, why is it his turn to be a pigeon this time.

"Sorry, sorry, it's late, this hellish weather is really cold, let's have a cup of Yoremi~" A slightly apologetic voice sounded from Dick's head, this time Kewen did not use the dragoon form of pulling the wind, but used the belt, switched to a blazing trump card, and appeared above Dick's head in a flying locomotive, with two trembling hands and two cups of soaked Yoremi, this picture is indescribably disobedient.

Well, Dick was a little stunned by the image of Kewen, he didn't shake like Kewen when he wore a coat, and more importantly, you were still wearing armor, or with heating attributes, what was going on with you shaking like this! complained frantically in his heart, but his body still honestly took the milk tea handed over by Ke Wen, and the two leaned on the railing and drank it.

"Seriously, man, you're all in armor, don't make that tooth-chattering sound, okay? I feel cold when I hear it. After taking a sip of hot milk tea, Dick, who was a little unbearable by the cold wind, also eased up, and Ke Wen next to him was still fighting a cold war after taking off his head armor, which made him a little speechless.

"I don't want to, but this armor belongs to biological skin, you know, it's connected to my skin, I can feel the touch of the cold wind blowing on every inch of my skin, even if I know it doesn't matter to me, but I just feel cold!" Some voices trembled to explain, Ke Wen poured himself a sip of milk tea again to warm his stomach, southerners rely on shaking to survive the winter, as a traverser, Ke Wen said that he was still not used to the weather here.

"Okay, you've refreshed my perception again, but what are you trying to do with me so late?" Listening to Kewen's explanation, Dick shrugged helplessly and asked curiously.

"Well, I received an acceptance letter this morning from Gotham University."

The resentful tone made Dick, who was listening, move the corners of his mouth a little far-fetched, his old father was really good at playing, and he really bought a school to arrange his partner.

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

"Do I have a choice, even the school has arranged it for me, what else can I say, but since we are the first outsiders to be pulled into the team, I think we also have to have a little power, otherwise I always feel that this loss is a bit big."

"What do you want to do?" Dick listened to Curwen's tone, and became inexplicably vigilant.

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

"So?"

"Dick, how long has it been since we've seen Damien?"

Dick:???

Gotham, Wayne Manor, Batman, who routinely completed his daily mission to fight criminals in Gotham, drove a Batmobile into the underground Batcave, and Alfred, who had been prepared in the Batcave for a long time, also prepared dinner and waited for Batman there.

"Good evening, Master Bruce, how was the patrol today." It's a habit that Alfred has developed, and every time Batman comes back, he needs to ask.

Because Batman's answer will determine what kind of preparation he needs to make, although such preparation is rare.

"Not so good, Alfred. This month's Crime Alley is too quiet, and the red hood has indeed cleaned up all the gangs in this area of Crime Alley, and even if they are still active now, they are only active in the sphere of influence belonging to the gangs, and they have not affected the surrounding residents. ”

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

But Alfred was a little confused, as the closest person to Batman, basically he knew everything Batman knew. And he also knows about this red hood, a newcomer who rebuilds the order of the gang, has the strength to single-handedly destroy the heavily armed gangs, and more importantly, some criminal activities in the gang's sphere of influence under his current control have been effectively curbed.

For example, the sale of drugs to minors, activities in the vicinity of schools, and human trafficking are almost extinct in his sphere of influence. Although the method is a bit violent, in Alfred's opinion, at least the effect is significant, but his master does not seem to agree with the newcomer's approach.

"Forgive me, Lord Bruce, this red hood seems to be doing you a good deed, right?" Alfred still raised his own questions, and there were times when he really didn't want Bruce to be so aggressive.

In fact, when Bruce left Gotham, Alfred thought about asking him not to come back, because Gotham was his sad place, and the only people who stayed here were despair.

"No, Alfred, he's cornering the gangsters." Batman replied without looking back. "He asked those gangsters to take their hands back, but you forget, these gangsters themselves rely on these to eat, it's okay for a day or two, but after a long time, what will these gangsters do without economic income, because of the force of the red hood, they don't dare to take risks, so if you want to live comfortably, there is only one way, to shoot at other gangsters, but I believe that he will never take the lives of these gangsters to heart, this is just a tool he uses to make the gangs in Gotham destroy each other."

Batman analyzed reasonably, as a person living in this dark city, because of his childhood experience, he understands one thing, if you want 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 gangsters all over the world, and has done everything, although every time he is about to succeed, he is the anti-bone boy who directly calls the police, so that every crime is a failure.

To be honest, every time he is such an anti-bone boy, it is also surprising that Batman can still hold up to the League of Assassins to receive the highest level of training, after all, the gangsters hate traitors the most, undercover. And Batman is not only a traitor to the gangster, but also an inexplicable protagonist.

But it is precisely like this, Batman understands what this newcomer called Red Hood is doing, he wants to start a battle in the Gotham underworld, and the gangsters who have no financial resources can only move against other gangs under the deterrence of Red Hood, and then the gang will fight back, and then it will snowball bigger and bigger, and finally even if several major gang leaders know the situation, they can't control it.

Alfred looked at his master a little speechlessly, who is the criminal in the end, you know more about how people operate than others. Alfred couldn't say anything about Batman's explanation, so he had to put the prepared dinner in front of Batman and prepare to go upstairs. Halfway through, as if remembering something, he turned his head to Batman and said.

"Master Bruce, if you can't finish tonight's work, I suggest you rest early, because you have a meeting to attend tomorrow."

"I don't think there's a board meeting tomorrow, right?"

"Oh, it's not Wayne Corporation, it's Master Damian's."

"Damian? What happened to him? Batman's hand was tapping on the keyboard, and his voice was a little emotionally fluctuating, and 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 at school, and the situation is a bit bad, and the guardian needs to go over and discuss the education issue with the school. In other words, Mr. Bruce, you're going to a parent-teacher conference, and I'll put the clothes I'm going to wear tomorrow in my room, remember to wear them. ”

After saying this, Alfred left the Batcave, ignoring Batman who was still stunned in front of the computer at this time. In Wayne Manor, Alfred patrols every corner of Wayne Manor, and finally freezes on Bruce. In Wayne's bedroom, the old lady Thomas still hangs on the head of the bed. Wayne, Martha. Mrs. Wayne and young Bruce. Portrait of Wayne's family of three.

"After all, it's still empty," sighed, Alfred closed the door and was about to go back to the room to rest, and the mobile phone in his pocket also rang, seeing the number of the caller, Alfred's somewhat old face also smiled, and picked it up: "Good evening, Master Dick, why are you free to call me today, what's going on with the wind over there?" Through the earpiece, Alfred could also hear the sound of hunting wind coming from the other end of the phone, and asked curiously.

"I'll explain that later, but I'd like to ask, is Damian at home?"

"Young Master Damian, you're already resting, what's wrong?"

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

Two cups of hot tea? Alfred was puzzled, and was about to continue asking, but Dick had already hung up the phone. He shrugged his shoulders helplessly, and his old man really didn't have 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, and after confirming the first team member to be pulled into the team in Naxino City, Curvin directly took Dick under the navigation all the way to Gotham, the most influential city in the DC world.

"Holy, this is the Gotham?! This style of painting is completely wrong, right? Kewen, who was about to approach Gotham, looked at the city in front of him with a rough outline, and couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth.

In the dark night, the city of Gotham is brightly lit, but there are always dark clouds hanging over the city, and with the buildings of Gothic architecture, Kewen feels like he has entered a magic cave. And Dick, who was sitting behind Kewen, also glanced at it with some nostalgia before saying, "Yes, this is Gotham, my home." ”

1 second to remember Aishang:. m.