In the morning, the apartment.

"I think my husband is having an affair!" A well-dressed woman with a luxurious air of luxury sat on the sofa in the living room and spoke as if announcing something like the end of the world.

However, in stark contrast to her attitude, Roy on the sofa across from her was listless and resembling a severe lack of sleep, Kassandra practicing throwing darts over and over against a target hanging from her bedroom door, and Barbara tapping on a computer keyboard at the dinner table.

"Did you hear me?" The lady said with some dissatisfaction, "My friend at the police station told me you were the best detective, Mr. Green. As long as you solve my problem, despite the offer"

"Maybe that friend forgot to add another point when he introduced him, ma'am." Roy said, "I never do a case for money, ma'am. To tell you the truth, this kind of case that happens every day and has no new features does not interest me at all, and I am sure that I will not do it better than them if I can find some other detectives to do this simple thing. ”

"He did say you're not easy to deal with." The lady still doesn't give up, "but everyone has a psychological price, it's just a matter of how much to pay." Say, how much do you want? ”

Barbara, who was at the table, said without looking back, "Forget it, ma'am." If you knew half as well as me, you wouldn't have wasted any more energy. ”

Roy shrugged: "That's it." I'm sorry I can't help, ma'am. ”

The lady glanced at them all, snorted coldly, stood up and walked away quickly. When he went out, he seemed to deliberately close the door to show his dissatisfaction.

"You know you really should take on more cases that make money." Barbara continued to stare at the screen and said, "Not every case with money is going to be interesting, but it has to have some income, right?" ”

"Yes. I know. Roy said, sitting quietly for a moment, then suddenly got up.

"I'll see if there's any clues they've missed in the recent news from the police department that could point to the location of Two-Face or his henchmen." As he spoke, he walked towards the door.

"Wait!" Barbara stopped him, and after a few moments, she said, "That's not your fault. ”

Roy smiled wryly: "How many more times are you going to say it?" ”

"Until you really accept it." Barbara said, "Listen, I know there's going on down there that I don't know, but I know you. I don't blame you for not telling the truth, but I'm sure you've done your best anyway......"

"The problem is," Roy interrupted her, "I'm not sure. ”

Barbara closed her mouth and looked at him for a moment.

"That's not your fault." She said softly.

Roy didn't say anything more, pushed the door open and walked out.

The Two-Faced returned to the city with great fanfare. He felt that there should be a place for him in this city, and with incredible speed, he pulled up the remnants of his old party, and in the shortest possible time, he developed a sizable force, as if he had become a Gotham tyrant who competed with the Penguin forces.

The conflict between Two-Face and the Penguins has become the main battle in Gotham, and there are countless small gangs fighting over the details of some of the turf. Every day, criminals fish in troubled waters, petty theft in the midst of total chaos, adding fuel to an already terrible situation.

This night, some inconspicuous alley.

A well-dressed middle-aged man walked briskly to the door of a dark iron door with two bodyguards, and a black man wearing a peaked cap and a conspicuous white tooth deliberately leaned against the stairs casually.

Seeing the middle-aged man approaching, the black man asked, "Can I help you?" Mr? ”

The man glanced at one of the bodyguards behind him, who stepped forward and pulled out an invitation from the inside of his jacket and handed it to the black man.

The black man glanced at the three of them, opened the invitation and checked it, handed it back, nodded and opened the rusty iron door behind him: "Mr. Wesley." ”

The middle-aged man named Wesley also nodded and led the two bodyguards into the door.

Passing through the dirty and damp gate, one of the rooms inside was bustling. A sumptuous elongated dining table was placed in the center of the room, a crystal lamp hung from the ceiling, and the table was surrounded by well-dressed people.

Wesley found an empty seat and sat down, and the two bodyguards stood behind him consciously.

"Gentlemen." In the darkness, the majestic voice overshadowed the audience. The two-faced man stepped out of the shadows holding a glass full of whiskey, and half of his face, which had been repaired, had indeed been reconstructed by his own hands.

Even the group of criminal bosses sitting at the table couldn't help but avoid looking at half of his face.

"We're here today, and we're all friends." "I'm glad you chose me at this most important moment. And I promise, it's the right choice. ”

"Let's get some facts before we speak." Someone muttered quietly.

"Mr. White, my hearing is very good." The two-faced man glanced at the man on the right side of the table, his bulging eyeballs making his heart furious.

The gentleman immediately lowered his head and did not dare to speak.

"I know that these are extraordinary times, and you have chosen to join me for practical gain." The two-faced man continued, "I promise that soon we will have real benefits. Many of you know what I've done, and you know what I'm capable of. In such a period, without Batman, the police are useless, and no judge dares to come forward, it is simply our time! Within a week, I'll be letting those who follow that stupid bird understand how stupid their choice is! They will all understand whose world this city really is! ”

"Batman is dead, no one can stop us!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a huge bat-shaped shadow was projected on the window of the doorway.

Everyone's faces changed suddenly.

The two door panels were kicked open, and a majestic figure wearing a pointy-eared bat mask, a pitch-black cloak, and a flowing bat mark on its chest appeared before them.

"It can't be!"

The two-faced man yells, and the first one draws his gun and points it at "Batman" - or at least the guy who dresses like him.

But the other party is faster than him.

The gun rang out, and the two-faced man was shot in the chest and fell to his back.

No one could see what was happening, but at some point there was an extra black pistol with a shiny barrel in the hand of "Batman", which was wrinkled and glowing in the light.

"Are you ready for trial? Prisoners? ”

The man lowered his voice and said, holding a slightly rushing other hand and slowly raising it, his gaze as sharp as death. (To be continued.) )