The bishop is gone.

Roy once again inquired around the gang as "Tommy" and finally confirmed that the Bishop, who had incorporated the entire Gotham gang into part of his magnificent criminal empire, had withdrawn and given up.

There are rumors that he was secretly managed by Batman, there are also speculations that he has lost interest in Gotham, and there are also speculations that he may have been secretly killed by some other force. But it's all speculation, why he suddenly left when he had the peak of power, no one knows.

Anyway, he's gone, and that's the only thing that can be determined. Another proof of this is that after losing his control, Colbert finally managed to get himself out of prison. Although he didn't spend much time in prison, it was enough to be a stain on his achievements.

On this night, Wayne Manor was brightly lit.

It was an extraordinary day, with all sorts of luxurious cars parked outside the old manor, as if all the nobles of Gotham City had parked their cars here. The manor, which has always been quiet and quaint, suddenly seems to have been transformed into a big hotel, with an endless stream of guests at the door, each of whom is extremely noble and has full weight in Gotham.

All the usual furnishings in the hall have been emptied, and dozens of dining tables have been erected. These are the tables that are specially used for banquets at Wayne Manor, and even the cutlery and tablecloths on the tables are custom-made.

The guests in formal suits and evening dresses sat in the hall with solemn expressions. At the end of the room stands out the podium, in front of which is a diorama of Gotham City, made of special composite materials. The model is so elaborate that every building, every alley, and even every most inconspicuous house in the slum can be found in the model. The team that made it must have been familiar with Gotham City to the core, so it was possible to create such an exquisite model.

And this time the protagonist,

Of course, it was the owner of the manor on the podium, Bruce Wayne.

"I think you all know when I was a kid. My father died. He, along with my mother, was shot dead on the other side of the city on a corner called 'Crime Alley.' The microphone played Bruce's voice very loudly, and his powerful voice echoed through the huge hall.

"But my father also left me a very precious treasure." Bruce said, smiling lightly, "I know, most of you would have the same first reaction when I said that. This manor, and the number I have in my account with ** mantissa numbers, but that's not what I'm talking about now. ”

The guests laughed.

Bruce paused here for a moment, then continued, "There is a proverb that my father used to say - 'Tomorrow is only a dream.'" At the time, I didn't understand what that meant. Later, after they died, I did get stuck in the pain of the past, and I lived with hatred and anger all the time. But now, I understand the meaning of his words. Only when we hope and fantasize about what tomorrow will become. We are on the right path. We're going to shape the city we all love, not let it shape us. That's why I decided to spend my money in the right place, and I hope that all of you will understand and join me in my efforts. ”

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm still young, and I may not be very qualified to dictate what you're doing." "But I do what I say, and next month Wayne Enterprises will invest directly in Gotham's future." Because I made a promise to my parents, to myself, and I want everyone to come together......"

Bruce's speech finally ended. After everyone applauded and sent him off the stage, they enthusiastically started a discussion on the topic just now.

Roy leaned against the wall, completely unrelenting as he watched the group of upper-class people chatting lively, feeling like he was in another world, a world that didn't belong to him.

"Let's get started."

Barbara patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't you think Bruce's speech is exciting?" ”

Agitated. But what does it have to do with me? I don't have the money to join this group of big guys for any "future investment".

Roy thought so in his heart, but he didn't say it, otherwise he would inevitably have to be corrected by this girl at length for "dangerous thoughts".

Alfred took advantage of this banquet and Bruce took advantage of the rare time to stay in the manor to accompany the guests, and invited the bat family to come to the manor one after another. He said that families can only strengthen cohesion if they get together from time to time. Roy, who is not a member of the family, is undoubtedly forcibly brought by Barbara.

Roy looked boredly into the crowd. Suddenly, I was stunned.

"What's wrong?" Barbara asked, noticing his surprised expression.

Roy didn't answer, and walked towards the crowd like a ship looking for a buoy. He pushed aside the crowd and fixed his eyes on a particular girl.

The girl was quite young, so young that she seemed a little out of place at this banquet. Her skin is healthy and light, and her face is pure and lovely. She wore a long evening dress with an open back, and although the outfit was not very eye-catching among the distinguished guests, it perfectly complimented her beautiful figure.

"Kassandra?" Roy asked, somewhat uncertain.

Kassandra Cain turned around, smiled like the early spring sun at Roy, and greeted, "Hi." ”

"You're not...... In Hong Kong? Roy asked, "Why did you go back to Gotham?" ”

"Homesick?" Kassandra shrugged and replied with a smile.

Barbara also noticed her and greeted her in surprise: "Kassandra? ”

"Barbara." Kassandra's simple thesaurus actually contains the pronunciation of Barbra's name.

The two beauties hugged intimately, like sisters who had been lost for many years.

"How long are you going to stay when you come back this time?" Is it here to investigate some case? Barbara asked. (ｗw.uukanu

Kassandra shook her head, glancing at Roy out of the corner of her eye, and smiled mischievously.

After Bruce finished speaking, he temporarily left the hall through the side door and entered the hallway covered with a carpet of fire.

"Why are you so flustered? Bruce? A cynical voice came from behind him, "Your speech is so exciting, honestly, I'm going to be moved to tears." ”

Bruce paused abruptly.

He knew this voice, and he could never forget it for the rest of his life.

Bruce turned slowly, staring at the faces of the people who were calling him behind him.

The young man was dressed in a black suit and bow tie, and he looked quite handsome and chic. He had jet-black hair and stared at Bruce as if something was burning in his eyes.

Bruce stared at him for a moment before he whispered, "Jason......" (To be continued.) )