The cold wind carried a slight chill through the streets and alleys unscrupulously.

James Gordon stepped out of the cab, wrapped up in his brown coat, and headed in the direction of home.

He misses the warmth of the fireplace, the apple pie made by his wife, and the adorable smiling face of his daughter, Barbara.

This is the biggest motivation for Gordon to continue to stick to his bottom line in this city.

Mr. Detective grew up in the suburbs of Gotham, where his late father was a prominent district attorney in the city.

When he grew up, he was admitted to the police academy and worked for a time in the Chicago Police Department.

Later, he voluntarily applied to be transferred back to Gotham and became a young detective at the Gotham Police Department.

Gordon had the opportunity to choose a better life, but he didn't give up on the city, nor did he utterly disillusion with it.

He is bent on bringing justice back to the hearts of the people and wants Gotham to usher in a better tomorrow.

Gotham is a place to love and hate.

Her glamorous appearance always attracts many people to rush in, trying to gain wealth and fame here.

But once you really go into it, you can see the true face of the city.

They would have found that under the ornate robes, there were actually lice, and they exuded a filthy and sinful smell of decay.

In the face of the real Gotham, in fact, Gordon has also wavered and hesitated.

In the midst of failures and blows again and again, he changed from the original dream of "changing the world by himself" to the persistence of "not being changed by the world".

The vigorous footsteps stepped in the puddle and splashed a small splash.

Looking at the warm light of the upstairs apartment, Gordon smiled.

He once wanted to be the hero of the city, but now he is looking forward to the emergence of a savior.

"Don't turn around! Don't call for help either! ”

As Gordon turned into the staircase, a hoarse voice rang out.

The cold, hard object was pressed against the back of his head, presumably a weapon like a pistol.

As a police detective, Gordon's body stiffened, as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and only his mind turned quickly.

"Who could it be? Maroney's gangster? Or the Black Mask that occupies Nai Ho Island? Penguin Copote? ”

For a moment, Gordon's mind flashed the names of many people, all of whom were the guys who might come to him for trouble.

"Detective Gordon, you're the last good cop left in the Gotham Police Department......"

The figure standing behind him said hoarsely.

It's familiar, I've heard this phrase a second time today......

Mr. Detective, who didn't dare to turn back, secretly slandered himself in his heart.

"What do you want to do?"

Gordon maintained a calm tone on the surface.

"The gang of Black Masks, there is a batch of drugs being shipped into Gotham every week on the island of Naiho, why doesn't anyone stop him?"

The figure hidden in the darkness asked.

"He bribed the police and the judges, and his gang was entrenched on Nahe Island, and he had a lot of weapons in his hands."

Gordon couldn't help but chuckle in his heart when he heard the other party lift the black mask.

It was after the Maroni family and the Penguins, a new underground force that has risen in recent years.

The boss is a mysterious man who likes to wear a black skull mask, and his methods are cruel and bloody, and he is said to love to torture his enemies.

The territory he owned was snatched from the Falcone family, who had roots on the island of Naho.

Being able to snatch a sumptuous piece of cake from the hands of the Romans shows its strength and ferocity.

"So how can I get him to jail?"

"Pressure the judge, find a prosecutor with courage, and get full and conclusive evidence."

Gordon didn't understand why the other man was asking this.

Black Mask is a cruel criminal with no humanity, and he doesn't follow the old rules like the Romans of the past, Falcone.

Nor is it like Colbert, the penguin man of the Iceberg Restaurant, who is more willing to engage in illegal and profiteering financial activities, using some trickery and intrigue to bring opponents to their knees.

There has always been only one way for Black Mask to treat enemies -

That is the cruel punishment and the long torture!

"Who are you?"

Hearing no sound behind him, Gordon's brow twitched.

He cautiously turned around and found no one in the darkness.

…………

Wayne Manor, underground bat cave.

It was once an underground cave where the ancestors of the Wayne family secretly transported black slaves during the Civil War.

The entire cellar-like cavern is separated by a waterfall on the outside, and there is a labyrinthine corridor inside, which can be directly accessed by elevator to the study on the second floor of the mansion.

Returning to Gotham, Bruce has undergone a drastic makeover and renovation of this perfect secret base.

"How's it going out today, Master Wayne?"

Alfred, the old butler, descended the elevator and saw Bruce standing in front of the workbench.

The Kevlar black armor that had been taken off was disassembled into pieces and placed on the table.

"I need a cape, the kind that acts as a glider, preferably bulletproof."

Bruce grinds a batrang and whispers.

He was wearing that Kevlar armor today, and in order to avoid the surveillance cameras at the corner of the street, he unknowingly appeared behind Detective James Gordon.

This young Batman jumped directly from the roof of the building and fell several floors before falling on the fire ladder, which can be said to have suffered a lot.

Bruce Wayne has been slowly exploring what it takes to become a vigilante or a masked hero.

For example, Kevlar armor that blocks slashing swords and small-caliber bullets, black bat emblems, hook guns, darts and other weapons.

Obviously, there is now another option.

A cape that can be used as a parachute or hang glider.

"You should talk to Mr. Fox about this, and he will certainly be able to meet your requirements."

Alfred replied with a smile.

"Besides, capes have always been the standard for heroes, haven't they?"

Bruce pursed his lips, he didn't care about the old butler's teasing.

Following the tragic death of the previous CEO, Earl, Bruce, who succeeded the company, appointed Lucius Fox, a former shareholder on the board of directors who was later assigned to the Applied Science Division, as the new manager of the Wayne Group.

The knowledgeable and creative black scientist was probably one of the first to guess his identity.

For example, this invulnerable and expensive Kevlar armor was provided by the applied science department led by the other party.

"Leo White told me that Gotham is about to face a great crisis, and that the Shadow Warriors Alliance may make a comeback and finish off the unfinished business of the ninja master!"

Bruce's tone was low, and he pinched the bat-shaped metal dart.

"Before I meet those dark minions, I'm going to clean Gotham of sins."

The batrang in his hand was thrown out and nailed deep into the crack in the wall!

Alfred looked helpless, in fact, he didn't want Master Wayne to be some kind of hero, or the embodiment of a great spirit.

That responsibility is too heavy, and sooner or later it will crush people.

Bruce Wayne is just a mortal, he can get hurt, he can suffer, he can get angry.

But after putting on a mask and a cloak to become the person Gotham wants, he must choose patience, endurance, and restraint.

"I just hope you'll be back on time for dinner, Master Wayne."

The old butler opened his mouth, and finally changed his words.

"Yes, after I get back from Naiho."

Bruce nodded in reply.

For him, when Batman is out, the dark corners of the night, the streets of crime, those thugs and villains will be afraid, will hesitate, will be afraid!

That's enough!

Since criminals ignore the law, let violence awaken fear in their hearts!

Falling into the darkness of Gotham, it needs a light.

Bruce doesn't expect to light up all of Gotham.

He just wants to show those who are living in hardship and oppression that there is still hope for the city.