"That man's ambition isn't just to get the police in trouble." The man got up to leave, but Bruce stopped him.

"Wait a minute, what's your name?" Bruce asked the man, who looked back and smiled slightly.

"Just call me a joke. After the man finished speaking, he left the place without looking back, leaving Bruce alone on the bench, looking at the blue lake in front of him.

"Joke, how could anyone call that name?" Bruce said to the lake in front of him, and then Bruce left the park and returned to Wayne Manor.

"Young Master." Alfred opens the door to Wayne Manor for Bruce, who walks into the mansion and sits on the couch.

"Ah Fu, if I turn back into Batman, will the broken things of these superpowers be solved immediately?" Bruce asked, sitting on the couch.

"Yes, at your previous level, you can do it, young master." Alfred said to Bruce sincerely, and Bruce looked down in contemplation for a moment.

"So, do you want me to be Batman again? Ford. Bruce asked, turning to Alfred. Alfred smiled when he heard this.

"This is your choice, young master, if you want, you can become Batman, or you can live as an ordinary person for the rest of your life." Alfred said to Bruce.

Bruce didn't speak, just sat down on the couch, his head down and staring at his hands, not knowing how to choose.

"By the way, Ah Fu, what about the child you adopted?" Bruce looked around, thought for a moment, and then asked Alfred.

"Miao Yue, I plan to let him go to school, and now I have found a tutor for him to teach him the previous courses and knowledge, and his attitude is very good, and there is no resistance to learning." Alfred said to Bruce.

"Okay then." Bruce thought for a moment and spoke.

Seeing that Bruce didn't speak, Alfred left to prepare dinner. Bruce himself sat in the living room, looking in the direction of the Batcave.

"Does Gotham still need Batman now? You can't bring back so many super criminals because of a bunch of superpowers. Bruce looked at the Batcave and thought.

"Young master, it's time to eat, it's already evening." Alfred came to Bruce's side and said to Bruce, who looked up sharply and looked out the window, the moon was in the sky, and it was obviously evening.

"How long have I been sitting here?" Bruce struggled to get up, obviously sitting for a long time, and his legs were numb, so it was difficult to get up.

"It's been almost two hours, young master." Alfred said to Bruce, who knew about it and was about to leave.

"Master, are you not eating?" Alfred asked Bruce, who was now covered with his coat on the bed, and pushed open the door.

"Not for now." Bruce said to Alfred, and then Bruce left Wayne Manor and walked towards the park where he had met the man.

"I wonder if I can meet him now? Maybe he can help me a little. Bruce walked to the corner of the park where he had met the man.

Bruce looked at the bench where he met the man during the day, and the man sat on the bench as he did during the day, as if waiting for Bruce.

Bruce walked straight to the bench and looked at the man who was seated, who was sitting on the bench and continued to fiddle with his silver-white pistol.

"You're here, I guess you're coming."

"So you deliberately waited for me here?"

"Sort of, I guess you're confused, come back and ask me."

The white-faced man tucked the pistol into his arms, then answered Bruce's question, and saw that Bruce had come to the vicinity of the bench, while the man took aside the feed he had fed the birds.

"Then, tell me about your problem and see if I can solve it."

"Alright then, you said Batman has the ability to come back now, what should she choose?"

"Wait, you mean, are you Batman?"

"What if I say yes?"

"Friend, your situation is called paranoia, No, there is the famous Arkham Asylum, you can go there and ask, you may get better advice than I have."

"Well, I'm probably crazy to talk to you about this kind of fantasy."

"Okay, okay, if you're really Batman, now I'd suggest you come back."

"Why?"

"Don't you feel like there's something quiet about Gotham City right now?"

"What's wrong with being quiet? Why do you still want those criminals back? ”

"No, no, no, there must be something unusual about Gotham being so quiet, haven't you heard, something is abnormal,"

"There will be demons."

In a secluded corner of the park, the two of them asked and answered, and finally, the two said in unison with a tacit understanding, and then the two laughed at the same time.

"Okay, okay, seriously, if you can join, I really hope Batman can come back, really, there is something evil lurking in the dark side of Gotham right now." The man said to Bruce.

"Evil things, those superpowers?"

"No, it's not just them, and they may not even be qualified."

"Not qualified? So what qualifies? ”

"When the time comes, you can see, there will be a lot of monsters in Gotham."

"Forget it, don't maybe those evil things haven't appeared yet, lure those criminals out."

Bruce said to the man, who leaned back on the bench and smiled, looking at Bruce.

"Let's get to know each other, my name is Bruce."

"Bruce, okay then, you can call me Mr. Joy."

The man smiled and reached out to take Bruce's hand.

"Mr. Happy, what is this name, then I will call Mr. Unhappy."

After Bruce finished speaking, he laughed out loud, and the man looked at Bruce, who was still laughing, tilted his head in confusion, staring at Bruce, Bruce realized the man's gaze, and Bruce then closed his mouth.

"Well, what's wrong, staring at me like that?" Bruce asked the man next to him, who shook his head and smiled, looked at Bruce, and then looked at the lake in front of him.

"Nothing, nothing, just wanted to see you." The man, with a smile, left the park, and Bruce still watched the man's back as he left.

"It's time to go back, it's late at night." Bruce looked at the moon in the sky, then got up and was about to leave the park, when Bruce passed by a flower bed and saw a blooming chrysanthemum.

"Chrysanthemums rarely seem to appear in Gotham." Bruce stared at the chrysanthemum and said curiously.

"Maybe I'm overthinking." Bruce shook his head and left.

At this time, in the iceberg club of Gotham's wealthy district, the penguin Copperparter was staring at a news report, and after reading it for a while, he threw the newspaper out of his hand.

"MD waste police, what the hell is going on, these waste police haven't found a clue yet, what is the situation?" Copperpat cursed angrily, and then a secretary walked in, as if to say something.

"Say it." Copperpat tried his best to calm his mood and said to the secretary who came.

"Boss, this is what you made us poor." The secretary handed a copy of the information to Copperpat, who did not know what was written on it.

"Okay." Poppat brought the information, opened the sealed bag, and took out the information inside, while Copperpat stared at the information on it.

"Sure enough, it's exactly what I thought, let them go to explore a wave of roads first?" Copperpat unfolded the information and placed it on the table, so that the secretary could also take advantage of the opportunity to see the detailed information.

"That woman, that woman, is actually an undercover agent!" The secretary saw the information and couldn't help but shout, and Copperpat motioned for him to shut up.

"Don't startle the snake." Copperpat said, then holding his chin and thinking about how to deal with this thorny problem.

"Otherwise, take them with you to find the mastermind behind the scenes, but the question now is, I don't know where he is?" Copperpat thought.

"You, go and help me find one more thing, a large-scale search, and you must find the current base of the person behind the superpower." Copopat said word for word, then lit the information and threw it into the trash can beside him.