Bruce returned to the cave, but the red shadow was always on his mind. He had searched the area many times, but he had never been able to find the shadow.

After the Joker was arrested, the news of Robin's death began to spread in the underground world of Gotham, perhaps spread by the Joker, or perhaps by Harley Harleyn.

There are still no clues to Jason's body, and the chances of finding it are getting lower and lower as time goes on.

Bruce guessed a number of possibilities, such as someone who sensed his identity and wanted to do something with Jason's corpse. Perhaps a clone might be created to attack him, or Jason's corpse might be transformed into a puppet doll to deal with him.

Bruce wasn't worried about the possibility, and no matter what state "Jason" came back in, he would make that outcome disappear once and for all, and bring the suffering boy back to peace.

His biggest concern was that Jason's body had been stolen by someone with some special fetishes, and the thought of the child's death and the humiliation of the corpse by those frenzied ones made him unable to suppress the anger in his chest.

"Master Bruce"

Alfred's voice came dutifully, and it was late today.

“.. I know"

Before leaving, Leslie deliberately told him to ensure that he must ensure rest time in the past few days to avoid severe symptoms of neurasthenia. In the absence of any special case, Alfred would never allow him to stay up late.

Standing up from the computer desk and glancing at the lonely uniform standing in the corner, the red uniform with the black cape was both convenient for stealth and good for cooperation. The fiery red color is almost like it is soaked in blood.

Lying on the bed tossing and turning, the red figure on the side of the street is still in my mind.

It was too similar, but after calming down, he could detect the strangeness behind the shadow. Every time, I give him a good afterimage, it's like I'm inducing him to go somewhere....

Who will it be? Scarecrow? No, he was good at chemical agents, or more precisely fear of poison gas, but at that time, the air was open and smooth, and the possibility of fear of poison gas was not high.

Riddler? It was impossible for him to leave only such a few clues, he had carefully searched the area many times, and found no other possible clues.

As far as he knows, only the Lex Group has this ability, and Luthor has been trying to clone Superman, although all of them have failed.

But Luthor didn't know who he was, and there was no reason why he would bother so much with the adopted son of an ordinary rich man. He knew the man with his eyes above the top, not to mention Jason, a thug born at the bottom of Gotham, was Bruce. Wayne, the man, was completely dismissive.

But if you can transform a corpse into a puppet weapon.... That's a bit much.

My head hurt again, my temples seemed to be filled with pressure by a hydraulic pump, and the painkillers I had drunk before going to bed began to work.

Pain and painkillers start a tug-of-war that tears Bruce's consciousness apart.

In a daze, Bruce seemed to hear the sound of the conversation that seemed to be absent again.

This time there were only two male voices, the man seemed to be saying something in annoyance about something, while the other, who sounded like a teenager, was justifying something.

Bruce listened to the two voices and fell into a dream............

"Oh my God, what's the big boss here?"

"Oh, and you took a bouquet of flowers, for whom?"

As soon as Clark entered the office, he saw that his colleagues, who were usually sitting in his seats, were all crowded in front of Perry's office.

Clarke, who was looking for whether he was late, confirmed that there were ten minutes left before the start of work on the wall clock, his watch, and the nearest computer, and then patted Jim on the outermost part and asked:

"What happened?"

"The Big Boss is Coming"

Jim replied to Clark without replying.

Clarke's tall frame used his best at the moment, and even from the outermost layer, with his super eyesight, he could easily see through the cracks in the blinds in Perry's window.

Although his face was obscured by the blades of the blinds, he could tell from the familiar sitting posture and high-end suit that it was Bruce.

What's more, Jim also said just now that the "big boss" is here. can be called the big boss of Planet Daily, and only this major shareholder has more than 60% of the shares.

[Strange, what is Bruce here for?] 】

In the eyes of others, this playboy who bought the Planet Daily because of a moment of fun, the purpose of coming here is nothing more than that:

1: Fun;

2 pickled girls.

When he first bought the Planet Daily, the owner brought a bouquet of flowers every time he came, and the target of the gift was naturally the top reporter of the Planet Daily, Louis Brown. Ryan.

Just when everyone was betting on when the big boss would get their top cards, this behavior came to an abrupt halt. Bruce also stopped running to the Planet Daily and didn't send flowers to Louis anymore.

Regarding their speculation that Louis rejected the possibility of the big boss's pursuit, Louis, as one of the parties involved, simply went to the Middle East to conduct war interviews.

So they had to guess if the big boss was tired of giving up or something, and no one dared to ask the big boss the truth anyway, so everyone was guessing wildly.

Only Clarke knew very well what Bruce was here for, and during that time he did not often explore Luthor's secret warehouse for Bruce.

"Oh, the big boss is coming out"

Just as Clark pondered why Bruce had come, a commotion broke out in the crowd. Clark had to pretend to be squeezed around as he slowly moved towards his seat.

Perry opened the door and looked at the group of guys who were pretending to be busy outside the door, snorted dissatisfiedly, and then turned to the people inside and said politely:

"Then I won't send you"

"Ah, no, no, you're busy, I'll go around"

Bruce said with the familiar Gotham Baby-esque smile and a row of white teeth. Walked out of Perry's office with a bouquet of roses that he knew was expensive at first glance.

With everyone's curious eyes, he walked towards Louis's workbench.

"Strange, Miss Louis hasn't come today?"

Bruce casually turned his head to Clark and asked.

"Ahh I think she's coming soon."

"Bruce?"

Before Clarke's words could be finished, Louis's voice came from the door.

"Hi, baby"

"Why are you here today?"

"If you come to the Metropolis for some things, I'll stop by and see you"

Bruce handed the expensive bouquet of roses to Louis.

"For me? Thank you"

"How about having dinner together tonight?"

"Oh, let me think, tonight maybe... Well, yes."

"Then it's settled, see you at seven o'clock in the evening."

"Oh, of course"

Bruce politely gave Louis a veneer and left, leaving the office quiet.

"Oh my God, Earl's Tower, a revolving restaurant overlooking the entire metropolis"

When Bruce's figure disappeared from the doorway, the oppressive riot in the office broke out all of a sudden, and they were so excited, the Earl Tower is the best five-star hotel in the Metropolis, and the biggest feature is the revolving restaurant on the top floor, from which you can overlook the night of the entire Metropolis.

Louis held the bouquet while dealing with everyone's ridicule, and agreed to some inexplicable requests from everyone. Something like ask Bruce when he's going to propose; Or ask when they will be given a raise; Or ask when they will be given a new editor-in-chief or something.

"Louis, Louis, that yesterday's interview material"

In order to get the job done today, Clark had to make his own request to Louis amid the cheers of the crowd. But the man in the excitement did not give him any response.

"Hmph..... You're jealous."

Jim didn't know when he came, the freckles on his face were squeezed into a ball with a smile, and the expression "I know everything" was written all over his face, which made Clark have a bad premonition.

"What? I didn't."

"Don't pretend that anyone with a discerning eye can see that you want to chase Luis, but seriously, the opponent is that Bruce. Wayne's words I really don't think about you, buddy."

"Are you all idle??!! I can't finish it today, so I'll work overtime! ”

In the end, Perry's loud voice ended this senseless farce, and under the oppression of the capitalists, everyone reluctantly ended the time of gossip and began the day's work................