Gotham, the most famous city in the United States, has the highest crime rate in the country and an endless stream of criminals. From the judicial system to the political system, it is basically full of the smell of rot, but because of the unique geographical conditions, it has always been active on the map. Ironically, the Metropolis, known as the City of Tomorrow, is separated from Gotham by a bay, and the City of Light and the City of Darkness face each other across the sea.

At night, the night in Gotham was as quiet as ever. In such a depressing city where you can't see the sun. It can be said that every citizen is a potential criminal, and it only takes one incentive to make them fall, and the Dark Knight Batman is the last bottom line to maintain that they have not degenerated into criminals, and as long as Batman still exists in the city, Gotham has the last glimmer of hope.

"Bang!" A huge explosion sounded on the corner of the street, and the flames scattered on the road with a cloud of broken glass, fortunately, at this time, the rest of Gotham City was already nested in their own homes, with the doors and windows closed, and they didn't care about the world.

On the road, black cars are speeding and the empty streets provide drivers with the perfect runway without worrying about traffic lights and sudden flashing vehicles. And above the building, a black Batfighter followed the sedan unhurriedly, hanging behind it so that the driver could see it in the rearview mirror, but no matter how much he stepped on the accelerator, he couldn't shake it off.

From time to time, a small bomb will be fired from above and explode next to the car to remind the driver that it is time to change lanes. This cat-and-mouse atmosphere enveloped the driver, constantly causing him psychological pressure, and soon, the highly mentally stressed driver made a mistake, and when he turned into Gotham's famous crime alley, the tire pierced the nail that appeared on the road, and the car at top speed directly lost its balance, and rolled over more than a dozen times on the road before stopping.

Black smoke came from the overturned car, mixed with a few wails. The Batfighter hovered above the car, and two figures jumped directly from it, and after a moment of deceleration and buffering, they landed lightly on the ground, Batman and Robin, the guardians of Gotham. Looking at the sedan a few meters in front of him, Batman walked forward step by step, and the sound of heavy footsteps seemed to step on the hearts of these criminals, constantly stimulating their nerves.

The strong desire to survive caused them to climb out of the car, but Batman was already in front of them. A guy who knew that he couldn't escape was ruthless, and he directly took out his pistol and fired at Batman who was close at hand, less than a meter away, he successfully played the highest level of shooting in his life, and all six shots were fired in three seconds, but Batman was as predicted in advance, his body moved slightly, and he successfully avoided all the bullets, and his left hand clasped the guy's right hand, and twisted it hard, 'Bang! The cracking of bones resounded in the quiet alley, and the broken arm bones pierced through the flesh.

Before he could scream, Batman pressed his head and slammed into the car next to him, and he was familiar with the human skeleton mechanism and made the guy lie on the ground with just one move. Seeing the tragic situation of his companions, the others were even more afraid, this dark knight of Gotham really lived up to his name, and his tyrannical methods made all the guys who met him can only pray for the police to arrive sooner.

The tragic situation of his companions made these guys want to have two more legs and desperately run towards the corner of the alley, but Batman did not rush to chase after him, because someone had already done it for him. "Ahh With a few screams and the sound of fists hitting the flesh, the criminals who had just thought they had escaped were beaten back and slammed into the wall in unison, fainting, and Dick in a blue-black Nightwing uniform walked around the corner.

"Hello, Bruce, Damian." Dick greeted his mentor and Damian, who had dealt with him more than once.

"Good evening, Dick, why are you here?"

"I need your help."

On the outskirts of the city, in the underground bat cave of Wayne Manor, the old butler Alfred is preparing food to serve to the underground bat cave, Boston lobster, baked apple pie, plus a few well-matched drinks, it is obvious that Alfred is in a good mood tonight, because Dick, who has been away for a long time, has returned, and is still with his master.

"Master Dick, it's nice to see you back, come."

"Oh, thank you very much, Alfred."

Taking the food handed over by the old butler, Dick also handed a copy to Damian next to him, and then walked over to Bruce, who was working in front of the bat computer, and put one on his desk.

"Even if you want to help me, you'll have to eat something first." Handed the hot apple pie to Bruce's mouth, and after a long interval as Bruce was tapping the keyboard, he took Dick's apple pie and ate it there, even though he was eating, Bruce still didn't forget to work, and Dick had told Bruce everything he had encountered in Naxino City on the Batfighter, and Bruce also made various comparisons with the information obtained by the computer.

Watching Bruce's hands leave the keyboard, Dick also knew that he had settled the matter of asking Bruce, and asked directly: "Look at this, you already have eyebrows, don't you?" ”

"This private hospital you're talking about is a private hospital called Simon. Jones's doctor prescribes him, he is an internationally renowned psychiatrist, he has cured countless psychotic patients, and he has a good reputation internationally, because he often organizes his own team of doctors to provide treatment services without borders. ”

"I know that, can you say something I don't know." Dick said.

Glancing at Dick, Bruce continued: "But according to some unconfirmed information I have found here, this Dr. Jones seems to be very fond of the occult, and often conducts some unknown medical experiments in the impoverished and war-torn areas of Africa and South America under the pretext of psychiatric healing. ”

"So?"

"If your information is correct, then these children who he secretly declared dead are sacrifices that he used to perform a ritual, and he, not obsessed with the occult, but really got in touch with something that does not belong to the earth."

Sure enough, Dick knew that he had come to the right place, his mentor was much stronger than him and Curwen combined in terms of intelligence acquisition, and through the one-sided information he provided, he completed the remaining tiles, but looking at Bruce's frowning brow, Dick knew that this matter was not as simple as he imagined.

"Is there anything else you haven't said?"

Bruce didn't answer, but switched to a map of cities across the United States on his computer, with numbers on them. "Not only in the city of Naxino, but in the past six months, there have been cases of human trafficking in the metropolitans, seaside city, capital D.C., Center City, Detroit where Tim is located, and other cities and densely populated cities in several major countries in the world, with trafficked children between the ages of 6 and 15."

"You're not trying to tell me that it's all connected, are you?" Dick was a little skeptical of Bruce's guess, but looking at his teacher's silent expression, Dick knew that he had guessed correctly, and said helplessly: "I almost forgot, you are Batman, you never make a mistake, but what is the point of them abducting and trafficking these children all over the world?" Even the organ trade can't use so many people to make them child soldiers? Would anyone want it in such a short period of time? ”

"I don't know, but I'll find out."

"How do you check."

The screen switches, and a pale middle-aged man's face with a pointed nose like a bird's beak appears. Looking at the face of this old acquaintance, Dick couldn't help frowning.

"Copote, you know very well his business in Gotham, he runs casinos, launders money, sells drugs. But it's never about drugs or human trafficking, it's not his domain, but since three months ago, Damian and I have smashed three of his lists related to human trafficking, but those lists are so weird that they seem to be deliberately exposed. ”

"What does it mean?" Dick asked rhetorically.

"It shows that he is resistant to these deals, but there is a lot of power behind them, so big that even Cobott has to bow his head."

"So what's next? I took half a month's leave to come here. Dick teased with the double stick in his hand.

"Let's go and ask him about it, but until then, won't your city be left alone?"

"Oh, there are still two superheroes in my city to watch, don't worry, but isn't there a little too many of us here, and Damian is still young."

Dik Nunu pouted and glanced at Damian, who had gone back to his room to sleep. Although he was also led by Bruce to debut when he was a teenager, he already had basic cognitive concepts at that time. Damian is different, he has lived in the Assassins League since he was a child, and he has received a group of neurotic training, but he didn't expect to come to Gotham, and there is a more neurotic dad with him, in such a growing environment, Damien is not crooked before he has a ghost.

Bruce also understood what Dick meant, but he was a new father, he really didn't know how to communicate with his children, and after a long pause, he looked at Dick, he knew that Dick must have a good idea.

"Maybe I can let him go to my city, there's a guy over there who gets along well with him."

"And then you're going to let him live at your girlfriend's house, the policewoman who is going to check you out?"

"You know all this?"

"Because I'm Batman."

Dick:......

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