Gotham Tower.

Gotham Tower is one of the brightest stars in the affluent district. Not only because of its towering height and sweeping mountains, but also because of the luxurious decoration. In Gotham, it's like one of the only stars shining in the vast night sky, and sometimes people can't help but wonder if such a building should look harmonious in a city like the metropolis that is always lit up.

Carrying a box full of bills, Catwoman climbs along the outer wall of the Gotham Tower to the balcony of the room near the top floor. The glass door on the balcony was open, as if waiting for her arrival early in the morning. Catwoman strode into the room.

This room simply doesn't have the slightest atmosphere of a top-of-the-line suite, but rather a primeval jungle. Walking into it is like entering a sea of green. As far as the eye can see, there are colorful flower petals and all kinds of rare plants and trees that cannot be named. The green vines are wrapped around the colorful chandelier at the top, which looks quite nondescript.

"Ha, you're finally back." A female voice full of magnetism, big enough for any male fantasy to come out.

With such a decoration in the room, there is no doubt that the owner could only be alone.

"Hi, poison ivy." Catwoman responded in a friendly manner and removed the suitcase from her back.

Two exaggeratedly large green leaves gave way like hotel automatic doors, and the Poison Ivy Girl walked out with bewitching steps and asked, "Not targeted by bats?" ”

Catwoman snorted, "He didn't follow me." ”

"You sound disappointed."

"Does it matter?"

Catwoman hands the suitcase to Poison Ivy.

Poison ivy opens the box,

I checked the box full of green tickets.

"Okay, okay." She turned around with a satisfied smile. "Just get the money. After all, no man can resist what I mean...... Not even women. ”

"Master Bruce! Lord Bruce! ”

It's like a shout from the sky.

Hazy consciousness. Bruce recalls that there seemed to have been a similar scene a long time ago.

That was when he was very young. Just lost both parents. In the dense forest behind Wayne Manor, he ran like a fly, escaping from the coffin where his parents lay behind him, trying to escape the cruel and dark reality. ∴∴，

Suddenly, he stepped into the air under his feet, and gravity ripped him like demonic minions from hell, tearing him off into the infinite darkness.

Bruce remembers that it was a not light fall, and it seemed to be the worst fall in his short playful childhood.

However, a slight fracture is not what he remembers the most.

Look around. The only light came from the far hole above his head, where he had fallen. The darkness surrounded him, encircling him, making his breathing sluggish, and he didn't dare to come out.

Then, in his pupils, which were still innocent at that time, a scene that he would never forget was reflected.

Bats, swarms of bats, maybe hundreds? Or even tens of thousands? There were bursts of chirping in the darkness that was so large that there was no limit, and the sound of bats fluttering and flapping.

Since then. Bruce Wayne's life was plunged into darkness. He found inspiration here, and the little boy who had lost his parents fell into the cave and never came out again.

But no matter how deep he sank into the darkness, that man would always come down from the only hole that shot into the light and reach out to him. Just like when you first fell into a batcave as a child.

"Master Bruce, everything will be fine."

With a rope wrapped around his waist, Alfred descended from the mouth. He reached out to Bruce.

Roy and Barbara had been speeding out of the race for two blocks when Alfred's communication line suddenly plugged into their headphones.

"Miss Gordon. Mr. Green, emergency! It's ...... old man."

The two of them braked suddenly. Make a U-turn and go back the way you came.

In the headphones, Alfred's incessant shouting finally woke up Batman.

The bones all over his body seemed to be shattered, and he didn't even have the strength to move his fingers. And the worst part is that a few unkempt guys in the alley surrounded them with bad intentions, carrying weapons such as half-broken water pipes and crowbars.

Crime Alley. I don't know if it was providence, Batman happened to fall in Crime Alley, the place where he was born. And today, he may die here again, and he will be killed by this alley.

"It's a real nuisance."

"Do you think he's dead?"

"Of course not, don't you see he's still breathing?"

"I saw that he seemed to have broken a wing, and fell like a bird...... I've heard he's not human. ”

"Not people? Didn't you see him bleeding? ”

"How do you know it's human blood?"

"Okay, let me find out if he's human or not."

The daring gangster took two deep breaths, and after contemplating for a while, he slowly stepped forward, and his slightly trembling fingers reached for Batman's mask.

As he pinched the mask and tried to remove it, a dark green poisonous mist erupted from the dark hole of the mask. The gangster, who was caught off guard, inhaled the poison gas and fainted on the spot.

The rest of the people were in a commotion.

"See? I said it's not human, it can poison you if it breathes! ”

"Oh my God, is this dude dead?"

Another gangster came out through gritted teeth, pulled out his pistol, and opened the safety bolt with a "click", and the muzzle of the gun was pressed against Batman's cheek.

Batman could smell the gun oil up close, but he didn't have the strength to move it away.

The roar of the motorcycles suddenly echoed in the crime alley, and the two motorcycles flew into the air like horses soaring into the air, letting out a high-pitched roar.

"Be careful! Be careful! This demon has called for help! ”

The Winged Knight and the Batgirl jumped off the bike, and (ww. uukas) broke up the group.

It's just street thugs, and so many of them even have a pistol, so it's not difficult to deal with them. It took the two of them only three minutes to deal with the rabble, which may have been shorter.

The two come to the delirious Batman.

"We've got it, Alfred." Barbara pressed her headphones and said, "But I'm not sure if he'll be able to move." ”

None of them noticed that directly across Crime Alley, on the roof of a dilapidated house, a man in a brown trench coat with a bandage over his face like a disfigured patient was standing by the eaves, staring silently at what was happening below.

"Even if a man has everything, but no friends......" he whispered to himself, "...... No one will choose to survive. ”

After saying that, he showed a mysterious smile, and his eyes flashed with an unknown fierce light. If one sees it, it will be reminiscent of a hunter waiting for his prey to fall into a trap that he has carefully arranged. (To be continued.) )uw