"I can't, I can't be Batman now, I've forgotten how to be Batman." Bruce looked at his hands, sighed, and said to Clark.

"I'll let me try." Clark aimed directly at Bruce's face and punched him, Bruce was defenseless, and Clarke's fist hit the tip of Bruce's nose directly.

Clark's fist stopped in front of the tip of Bruce's nose, and cold sweat flowed down Bruce's head, Clark looked at the panicked Bruce, and Clark put his fist down.

Clark glanced at Bruce and didn't say anything, and then Clark flew out of the window. Bruce wiped the cold sweat from his head.

Bruce walked downstairs and came to Rachel, who looked at Bruce with a slightly red cheek and looked at Bruce.

"I'm sorry, Rachel, I'm going to take two days off, you can help me talk to the boss." Bruce said to Rachel, who nodded.

Bruce left the Relief Society and walked down the streets of Gotham, Bruce looked at the towering buildings around him, and Bruce looked at Gotham Park in the distance.

"I'd better go sit there." Bruce sighed, then walked in the direction of Gotham Park.

On Bruce's way to Gotham Park, in an alley, two thugs look at Bruce walking down the street, and the two communicate.

"Hey, hey, that guy is tall, I feel like he can beat us both with one, are we really going to rob him?" A fatter thug said to the one next to him.

"Try it, generally this kind of strong man is very rich, and this kind of muscular man may be dead muscles, and he may not be able to beat us." Another thinner thug said to the fat man.

"Well, then, thin man, will I rush to him first, and you will hold a knife against his waist behind him, and then we will both snatch all his money, shall we?" The fat man took the knife and asked the thin man in front of him.

"Yes, fatty, can I trust you?" The thin man patted the fat man on the shoulder and said to the fat man.

"Alright then, don't leave me alone when you run away." The fat man said to the thin man innocently.

"Don't talk about the fat man, he's almost there, hurry up and get ready to do it." The thin man patted the fat man on the back and said to the fat man.

The fat man watched Bruce slowly come over, and then the fat man ran out and blocked in front of Bruce, and the fat man pointed a dagger at Bruce with a dagger in his hand.

"Hey, man, put down the knife, I can give you the money, don't do it." Bruce raised his hands and said to the fat man.

"Man, there's probably surveillance, let's go down that alley, a little bit of a sniff." The thin man held a knife in his hand against Bruce's waist, and Bruce heard the thin man's words, and then slowly walked towards the place where the thin man said.

"Okay, no one here is coming, come on, hurry up, get the money out." The thin man walked into the alley with the fat man and said to Bruce.

"Okay, guys, move your knives back slightly, you put them in front of me and make it hard for me to get the money." Bruce hurriedly said to the two.

"No, you don't." The two ignored Bruce's words, and then the two began to grope around Bruce, and the two took out a wallet from Bruce's body.

"Damn, what's all this money for." Bruce pulled out sixty dollars from his wallet and threw it in Bruce's face.

"That's all, no, the rest of the money will be given to you." Bruce said to the two of them begging for mercy, and the thin man slammed his mouth after listening, and then looked at Bruce.

"Don't be rude, you're not honest, are you?" The thin man looked at Bruce, and then spoke to Bruce.

The skinny man took two steps back, then snorted at the punch, flailing his fist and charging at Bruce, who bent down and dodged the punch.

"Eh, fatty, fat, hurry, stop him for me, don't let him move." The thin man said to the fat man behind Bruce.

The fat man reached out and clamped Bruce firmly, the thin man reached out again, ready to hit Bruce again, the thin man reached out and rushed towards Bruce, Bruce raised his foot and kicked the thin man in the chest.

"I'm going, what's the matter, dare to fight back? Okay, this is the one you pulled out the knife than me, see the red. The thin man picked up the dagger that had just been thrown on the ground, brandished it, and aimed it at Bruce with a fierce look.

The thin man held the knife in both hands and aimed it at Bruce's abdomen, and the thin man stepped back slightly and rushed directly towards Bruce.

Bruce saw that something was wrong, and then squatted down and threw the fat man on the thin man, who was so crushed that he couldn't move, and the dagger was thrown aside.

"This, I didn't mean to." Bruce said to the two, and Bruce sighed and quickly left the alley, and Bruce ran towards Gotham Park again.

Bruce walked into Gotham Park and looked at the surrounding trees, Bruce sighed and looked at the citizens around him, Bruce smiled and looked at the visitors around him.

Bruce came to a very quiet corner of the park, where Bruce sat on a bench, and then a pale-skinned man walked along a path in the park.

Bruce looked at the young man who came over and consciously sat down on the armrest of the bench, Bruce looked at the pale man who came over, and then the man sat down next to Bruce.

"Thank you, sir, I thought there would be no more people coming to this corner." The man sat down and spoke to Bruce, but Bruce didn't speak, and the man opened the newspaper and read it.

"The recent incident of those superpowers has not been resolved yet, and if Batman was still around, it wouldn't have lasted so long." The man looked at the newspaper and complained.

"Why, sir, would Gotham be better if Batman were still around?" Bruce asked the gentleman, who looked at Bruce.

"If Batman were still around, Gotham wouldn't get better, but Gotham wouldn't get worse." The gentleman closed the newspaper and said to Bruce.

"Don't you think it was Batman who brought these criminals? Jokers, scarecrows, freezers, whatever, don't you think Gotham was a lot quieter when Batman disappeared? Bruce asked, turning to the man beside him.

"Maybe, but if Batman is still around, this kind of unpopular villain will go to Gotham first, so uproar." The man looked at the lake and spoke.

"Little villain? You don't know how much of a problem he caused to the citizens of Gotham, and he's been bothering those cops for so long. Bruce was interrupted by the man.

"But it only bothered these cops, not those superheroes who thought they were righteous, if you let the clown or the scarecrow or something go to the Met, do you think Superman will still be troubled by that little villain?" The man spoke, Bruce didn't say anything, he knew that the people behind those superpowers were nothing compared to the Joker.

"However, this problem has not been solved so far, and it still causes a lot of trouble for these citizens, hasn't it?" Bruce spoke directly.

The man didn't speak, just pulled out a silver-white pistol from his bosom. The man stroked the barrel of the gun and looked at Bruce with a smile.

"Hell, I don't have any money on me, and I just finished robbing." Bruce got up, trying to flee immediately, but then Bruce stared at the man, who smiled.

"Don't be nervous, this gun only has one bullet, and I still want to keep this bullet for myself, put the gun against the temple, and with a bang, red and white mixed, and splashed out." The man said, gesturing the gun at his temple.

"Don't do that, man, don't think about it, take the gun away, okay?" Bruce looked at the man's posture, Bruce was frightened, and spoke directly to the man.

"Okay, gaffe. Now this situation can only be solved by Batman. The man spoke, then withdrew the gun from his arms.

"Why do you say that?" Bruce asked, regretting it when Bruce asked the question, which he already knew the answer was coming as soon as it was asked.