Gotham, late at night.

At the mouth of the dim alley, two people put their hands in their trouser pockets, and the cat hurried forward.

The night was as dark as ever, and dense dark clouds obscured the light of the moon, but the sky was not dark. The golden light drew a huge circle in the sky, and in the center hung a huge bat with its wings outstretched.

"I can't believe it's true." One of them, "Batman." Many people in my hometown think that this is just an urban legend, just like many other legends, many people think that he does not exist. ”

Another led him to a wooden door that was easily overlooked, and casually asked, "What's your name?" ”

"Martin." He," is from Miami. ”

"Uh-huh."

The leader had skilfully broken the old lock on the wooden door and walked in through the dirty back door. After turning two corners, they came to a hallway with lights on.

The leader motioned to the younger brother behind him to remain silent, and tiptoed close to a guard patrolling in a white uniform. He then raised his pistol high and slammed the butt into the back of his head, knocking the guard unconscious.

The younger brother who followed immediately raised his gun and wanted to shoot, but he stopped him.

"Don't kill." "Our actions are nothing more than a burglary in the eyes of the Gotham Police Department, and Batman might have looked into it if he had the time, but he can't have the time, because there are so many things that the city needs him to do." But if you kill someone, you're on his blacklist, and the people who are targeted by Batman, believe me, are already done in this city. ”

Martin repeatedly: "Remember." ”

The eldest brother picked up a key from the guard's waist and used one of them to open a lock and enter a door, while continuing: "We all have to be smart when doing things for the penguin people. Especially in this city, the most important thing is to sum up the best routine against Batman. ”

"That's another benefit of working for Mr. Copote, who has a lot of legal property and can give you pretty good health insurance. It's another essential thing to do in our business in Gotham. ”

As he spoke, the two of them had already walked into the neat rows of safes.

Big Brother: "You go and blow up the safe and disguise this operation as a failed robbery." You've got five minutes, and I'll get a seven-digit remote alarm trigger sequence from my computer. ”

At this moment, a man's voice sounded from the door: "It's a pity, you can't get anything." ”

The two of them quickly drew their guns in unison and turned back in horror, only to see that a burly figure had rushed in front of the two of them in such a short time.

In a short enough time to even pull the trigger, the tall black shadow kicked the leading brother in the chest and abdomen, kicking him like a kite with a broken string and flying backwards, "bang" a sturdy safe into shape.

And that brother also didn't get a chance to shoot. As soon as he turned around, his wrist was pinched vigorously, his bones seemed to "rattle", and the pistol fell weakly to the ground.

He said in horror, "Please"

The man seemed to let out a low laugh.

"Listen to you're new here." Dark Shadow said, "Welcome to Gotham. ”

With a "click", Martin stopped struggling and lay limply on the ground.

Early the next morning, the Winged Knight took possession.

Several tables in the center of the room were moved to the sides, and an open field was erected in the center, surrounded by a fence.

Barbara's face was stubborn, her hands clenched tightly on the fence, and she even trembled slightly from the exertion. Sweat soaked through the sports vest, and her red hair clung to her forehead.

She's pushing her limits, as she has done countless times in the past month or so. Because she wanted to get up again.

After the surgery, she spent some more time in the hospital, and when she was discharged, she was given a large number of first-class rehabilitation equipment by Bruce Wayne that ordinary people had never even heard of. In addition, her own physical fitness is first-class, so she can already stand up after a month. In the words of the doctor, this is incredible.

Finally, she reached her limit again, and as soon as her body went limp, she was about to fall to the ground.

But Roy, who had been following her, was quick and held her steady at the first moment to prevent her from falling.

"Thank you." Barbara struggled to press Roy's chest, trying to get back on her feet with the strength she had, "but I can"

"Take a break, don't be in a hurry, you know the doctor your recovery is surprisingly fast."

"Yes, but not fast enough." Barbara shook her head and said, "You know I still have a lot to do, I can't wait"

"But you can't rush this, okay?"

Barbara also seemed to feel that she was indeed prostrating, and could only head weakly.

Roy picked her up, put her in a chair, and handed her a glass of water.

"Thank you." Barbara took a big sip.

"You don't have to do that." After her face turned a little rosy, she said, "Your unexpectedly patient attitude in the past month has made me almost unknown to me. ”

"Oh, I've been patient."

"Only when investigating the case." Barbara corrected, "You even count the seconds for things other than your interests." ”

After a pause, she said more meaningfully, "Thank you." ”

"No, you don't."

Barbara looked at the equipment on the table, as well as the equipment that the winged knights would use when they went out in the field, and said slowly, "You know what? Watching you handle cases, analyze, and go out to sweep the streets every night, I can't help but think of the time when I used to be. Whenever this happens, I can't help but think, how nice it would be if I could get another chance like this? ”

"I know." Roy said lightly, "I can tell." ”

She looked at her snow-white legs again: "Now, I have this opportunity, I am so close to that dream, so"

"I know all of that." Roy chuckled, "I'm also looking forward to my mentor coming to fight with me on the battlefield. But, before that, you need one last last patience"

At this time, the mobile phone rang, and Roy took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket: "Excuse me, answer the phone Detective Bullock?" ”

Harvey's voice came from the other side of the phone: "Come to the cherry tree area, there is a homicide and a robbery, it should be barely counted." Anyway, you should come and have a look first. ”

"Got it." Roy hung up the phone and took a deep breath to look at Barbara.

Barbara smiled lightly: "There is a case, I know." Go ahead, I'm okay, after all, that's all that matters. ”

Roy headed and left the base.

When they arrived at the designated entrance of the building, a group of onlookers had already gathered at the scene. Roy squeezed in, and Detective Bullock followed him into the scene.

"According to the guards, someone broke into the vault here last night." Detective Bullock, "But because the person came from the rear, he couldn't confirm how many people there were." But when we got to the scene, we found these two guys at the scene. ”

Roy followed him into the room with rows of safes. Not far from the doorway and by a safe, a corpse lay down, the bright red blood staining the safe so that it was no longer visible.

"We think it's supposed to be some kind of infighting among the gangsters." Harvey Bullock said, "But whoever killed his two accomplices against the water is, this guy has a lot of strength. Obviously, the guy over there was kicked to the safe, and you can see that the strength of the strong safe has deformed. Not to mention how much effort it takes to break an adult's neck directly. ”

Roy crouched down and examined the body lying in front of the door, carefully examined the bruises on his neck, and looked through the contents of his pocket, which only contained a lighter, cigarettes, and some papers. Then, after touching the miserable corpse that had distorted the safe, he picked up a bunch of keys from his waist and shook it.

"Well, according to your reasoning, that's interesting." He.

"What's wrong again?" Bullock was a little helpless, and after working with Roy for a long time, his self-confidence as a police detective was being eroded less and less.

"I believe," Roy said, "that these two men were not killed by some accomplice. The one who killed them should have been a vigilante. ”