The night breeze of Gotham, with the fishy smell of the sea, blows over the entire city. A large black image was like the mark of death, locking the car that was running wildly on the highway and then locked into the shadow.

"! Got rid of that guy?! ”

The bald man with tattoos on his arm took control of the steering wheel and yelled at the fat man who was half leaning out of the window.

The fat man leaned out of the window with half of his body and swept a shuttle of bullets into the air with a machine gun, then turned back and yelled at the man driving the vehicle:

"Hurry up!!"

The bald man stepped on the accelerator, and some old cars were rampage down the highway like doping bulls.

After observing for a while, the fat man retracted into the car and said:

"It should be thrown off, hurry up and open the boss is still waiting."

His voice hadn't fallen yet. The sound of a heavy object falling from the roof of the car. The fat man immediately raised the machine gun in his hand and fired at the roof of the car.

"Did you kill him?"

The bald head asked with a roar.

Before the fat man could answer, a hand suddenly reached into the car through the open window, grabbed the fat man's clothes, and pulled half of the fat man's body out of the car at once with huge force.

"!"

The bald head hurriedly stepped on the brakes, and the black figure hovering on the roof of the car was thrown out by inertia at once. The impact of inertia seemed to have no effect on the black man, and a few simple and neat turns in the air unloaded the huge inertia and landed directly in front of the car.

The relieved fat man immediately picked up his machine gun and swept at the man, who avoided the range of the bullet like a black ghost and rushed towards the car.

"Drive!"

The fat man's voice changed and yelled at the bald head.

The bald head reacted and immediately kicked the accelerator, causing the car to accelerate straight towards the man. The car failed to hit the man, and he dodged the oncoming car like a black shadow. With a batrang punctured a tire, the high-speed car rushed out of control into the pile of obstacles on the side, making a dull crashing sound, and stopped.

Batman walked over, glanced at the two people in the deformed car who had passed out, and left after hearing the shrill honking of horns from far and near.

"Hateful Batman!"

In the luxurious room, a high-end red wine glass was thrown to the floor along with the red wine inside, broken glass slag and wine splashed everywhere.

"Calm down"

The man who had been sitting on the sofa crossed Erlang's legs and said not very concerned.

"How do you want me to calm down, that shipment is worth $5 million!!"

Penguin roared angrily, $5 million in smuggled goods fell into the hands of the Gotham Police Department tonight, thanks to that hateful Batman, if it weren't for him, the shipment would have been lying in his warehouse safely waiting for the auction for two days.

The Riddler looked at the penguin, who was already on the verge of going berserk, and continued to think about his question unconcernedly.

"Don't you have anything to say? There's your favorite Van Gogh work in there."

Looking at the riddler who had nothing to do with himself, the anger of the penguin people jumped even higher.

"No, I'm just thinking about the recent actions, it seems like it's all Batman alone...."

"It's strange to have a god, that lonely bat spirit"

"Where's Robin?"

"Who knows, maybe this one is also independent."

Although Batman is still accompanied by a Robin, those of them who have always dealt with that man know that Robin's title has not changed, but the person has changed. Robin, who used to be a thief in the little green-scaled shorts, has now flown solo into Nightwing, thankfully leaving Gotham for Brughhaven.

The Riddler looked at the Humpty Dumpty man who was so angry that he could only circle on the ground, and a feeling of contempt unconsciously rose from the bottom of his heart.

The Penguin Man is already one of the rare guys in the Riddler who is willing to recognize IQ, but even so, the Riddler still gets some small satisfaction from the crushing of IQ from time to time.

"Don't you think it's too much of a coincidence?"

"What?"

"Bruce Wayne's first adopted son went to Bruce Haven to start his dream of being a police officer, and Nightwing went to Bruce Haven at the same time. Bruce Wayne's second adopted son died in the Joker's conspiracy, and now Batman is alone"

Hearing the Riddler say this, the Penguin Man also calmed down and thought:

"You mean? It's impossible, I know Bruce Wayne, that guy can't be Batman, not to mention that he's been saved by Batman several times"

"Hmm... You're right, but I think Bruce. Wayne definitely has some kind of relationship with Batman"

What the Penguin Man said is also what the Riddler has always wondered, Batman did save Bruce several times, and the possibility that they are the same person is very small.

But the Riddler always believes that Bruce, Wayne and Batman have some kind of relationship, not to mention that he is not Batman does not mean that his two adopted sons will not be Robin, if his two adopted sons are really Robin....

“...... It's impossible, I'm more inclined to have something to do with the Bats, and I'm skeptical that Batman is really human."

“... You still don't give up on your Batman robot and say"

The Riddler was a little speechless, it would be too shameless to be played around by a robot.

"You don't know how terrible Wayne Enterprise's technology is, I've worked with Wayne Enterprise on some projects, and I've always wanted to dig up that Lucius guy."

The penguin walked over to the bar, poured himself another glass of red wine, and continued:

"Not only do I suspect that Batman is a product of Wayne Enterprises, but even Superman"

"Oh? Here's how it comes to be."

The Penguin-Man's claim aroused the curiosity of the Riddler.

"I had a previous collaboration with Wayne Enterprises on a space program, and their technology is not at the level of the earth at all."

"What do you mean?"

"I suspect that Wayne Enterprises may have gotten their hands on Kryptonian technology and used it to create Superman and Batman."

"There's a certain credibility to this statement, but if they're all made, why does Superman have superpowers and Batman doesn't?"

The Riddler asks a crucial question that makes the penguin man shut his mouth.

"Well, forget it, it's all guessing anyway, but one thing seems to be certain."

"Which point?"

"The Joker seems to have killed Robin"

The news spread from the time the clown was caught, and no one knows where the source came from, and it is very likely that the clown himself released it.

“.... You're saying now is a good chance to take out that guy? No way, if he's really a robot, how could this kind of thing affect him"

The penguin man waved his hand disdainfully.

"Whether he's real or not, I don't think it really didn't affect him."

The Riddler flipped through the papers, and the recent headlines were almost all about criminals who had been beaten by Batman, and that guy had always preferred psychological intimidation, and such a straightforward violent method was a bit less like him.

“....... Things seem to be getting interesting..............."