The cold rain of Gotham's nights always makes this modern metropolis seem shaky, and every night here is stormy.

In the lush steel jungle, pairs of eyes are reminiscent of the beasts of the rainforest, with fangs for guns and claws for ambition.

In the dark alley, the arc of the high beams groped along the wet walls, and the huge headlights of the trucks burned like the eyes of flames, and the owner of the garage blocked his eyes with his arms.

"Damn it! Is it Vincent's poor ghost? The dry, thin, oil-covered garage owner threw down the wrench in his hand and stood up, swearing a barrage of expletives, and he shouted, "Those poor devils should die in the sewers, don't come to me to ask for food, a bunch of damn filthy bugs!" ”

But when the truck drove in front of him, the owner of the garage squinted his eyes, and he saw a miserable white face in the driver's seat, and the driver painted red lips and cracked his mouth, revealing a terrifying smile.

The owner of the car repair shop hurriedly took a few steps back and ran into the house in a panic.

The wrench he had just dropped just tripped him and made him fall like a, and even when he was lying on the ground, he tried to crawl away from the doorway, as if an evil spirit was chasing him.

"Clown truck! That legend is true!! The garage owner screamed, "There's really a clown killer driving the truck!! ”

"No...... No!!! Don't kill me, I didn't offend you, I don't have any enemies, I still have a wife and children, no!! Don't do it!! ”

"Drip, Drip, Drip......"

There was a regular sound, and the owner of the garage ran towards the back door, but the moment he approached the back door, the entire garage exploded.

All the living creatures in the entire store could not withstand the impact of the explosion of a large number of explosives, and in an instant, they were reduced to charcoal.

Half of the streets were engulfed in flames, and in the rainy nights, the flames grew stronger and stronger, and the power of nature could not resist the terrible desire for destruction of man, such a ridiculous sight could only appear in this dark city.

Flames dance in Batman's eyes, and the light of the fire illuminates his jet-black suit.

His mask and cloak were two completely different colors, the light part wasn't bright enough, because he was late, and he couldn't save anyone in the violent bombing, but the dark part wasn't dark enough, because behind him now was the lights of Gotham.

Batman jumps in and chases the murderer of the murder, the clown killer who only exists in urban legends.

The shadow covered Copote's face as his cloak slipped through the building's window, but it quickly disappeared again.

Looking at the mess on the opposite street, Copot lowered his head expressionlessly, holding a bottle of medicine in his hand, and after unscrewing the bottle, he took out one and threw it into his mouth.

"Don't we need to do something? Chief? The other, who looked to be older than Copote, but still a teenager, stood not far from him and asked, judging by his dress, he must have been a messenger for letters.

Cobott didn't answer his question, and his gaze fell on the hand he had unscrewed the cap.

The fingers of that hand were slender and skinny, but when it was clenched into a fist, it could show a sense of strength.

"You know what? About a year ago, I couldn't even unscrew the cap, and I often felt weak and weak, but that's not surprising because I rarely ate hot food and rarely ate enough. ”

At this, Cobot laughed dryly, his face was very gloomy, so he was a little frightened when he laughed.

But his subordinates were accustomed to it, and he said: "Yes, I am like that, if it weren't for the lack of food, who would be so thin?" ”

"No...... It's a joke, and you should laugh it...... Because a year ago, I couldn't have had this bottle, and the price of this bottle of medicine was enough for me to eat a good meal for a month. ”

Perhaps it was the common sense of humor of Gotham boys, but the boy postman really laughed, and he said, "yes, I almost forgot, how can a Gotham child afford this medicine?" Mentally ill? We're only going to get mentally ill because we're too poor! ”

"So, now you are too rich to have this extra compassion?" section

Potter turned his head slightly to look out the window at the street that was still on fire.

In the firelight, there was a pitch-black figure fighting the fire.

Batman's cloak was burned, and he had to roll on the ground to extinguish the flames on his body, but the charred charcoal on the ground stained his expensive armor, diminishing the luster that was a luxury.

"If you're as rich as Wayne, you can be as sympathetic as he is, but the question is, will we be richer than him?" Colbert looked at Batman's figure and said, "Just like this guy below, the money he used to repair his clothes is enough to feed the children in the city." ”

"That's why a lot of people in this city don't like Batman, they feel like he has too much, and if he has as much as he does, he must do more." Colbert reached out and pressed his finger against the glass of the window.

The light of the fire shone a warm color on his pale fingers, but it did not make him feel warm, because the flames were so far away, and the light here was only brightness, not heat.

"But really, they're not going to do that, and if they had everything Wayne has, they'd only be worse than him, and that's why, the city doesn't need to be saved."

"I think I have enough now." The postman boy sighed and said, "So it doesn't matter if you have him or not. ”

"Don't you want to be as rich as Wayne?" Cobot asked.

"Of course I want to, everyone wants to, but we all know that it's impossible, but if I really have the same money as him, I won't donate money to others, I'm going to keep all the money for myself, and I won't give any money to anyone else."

"Yes, we all think so." Corbott replied, but then he looked at Batman again and said, "But this rich man thinks that we are selfish bad guys, and he is the good guys." ”

"No kidding!" The postman boy bared his teeth and said, "Don't say I'm as rich as Wayne, even if I had a hundred dollars now, I'd definitely hide it in a place where no one can find it, only I can use it, and no one will want to take it away from me!" ”

"Have you ever had a hundred dollars?" Cobot asked.

"Of course not." The postman boy rolled his eyes and said, "I have two younger brothers and a younger sister, and they will eat everything in sight, and I have made enough money, but they will eat it up, and now I don't even have ten cents on me." ”

"I'll teach you a way to make you a hundred dollars in no time, would you like to try it?" Cobot asked again.

"Of course! Tell me, Boss, I already knew that if I listened to you, I would definitely make money, and you were the smartest among us! The postman boy said expectantly.

"Now, run down, get some black ash from the pile of burnt wood, rub it on your face and body, and sit where you are crying, and soon you will see the money floating in front of you, and the big guy will not skimp on it." Cobot said with a sneer.

But suddenly, the postman boy hesitated, he stood there and twisted for dozens of seconds without moving, Copote turned to look at him and asked, "Why don't you go?" ”

"I don't want to beg." There was a hint of fear on the postman's face, and he said, "It's terrible that only children who are born with disabilities, or who are too young, would do this kind of work." ”

"But those "mom and dad" who abused the children have been disposed of by me, what are you afraid of? Cobot asked.

"No, it has nothing to do with that." The postman boy shook his head and said, "If it weren't for the fact that there was no way, the children of Gotham wouldn't want to beg." ”

"Once you get on your knees and ask someone for money, they'll understand that you're a juicy drumstick."

"They will know that you are cornered, and you can't resist any of their actions, as long as you kneel on the side of the road and ask for money, it's like saying "I'm a good bully" to everyone. ”

"That's going to put you in hell." The postman's voice began to tremble, he swallowed his saliva and continued, "I've seen ...... Seen them ...... I can't do that, no one wants to do that, and no one in Gotham can show weakness, or we'll be devoured by the devil. ”

"When we were strong, we were one of the devils, and we would beat the kids of the weak postman gang, and even make them eat guns, but we all knew that if we were weak, we would be beaten too, so we had to make ourselves fierce, and once you knelt down to anyone, you were dead."

The postman boy swallowed again, he was a little slurred, but Colbert said, "What do you want to say?" Tell me. ”

The postman boy looked a little frightened, and even though he was taller than Copote, he lowered his head and muttered, "Actually, when you kill the parents who exploit and beg their children, we all know that they may be finished." ”

"Because that group of parents is not only bullying them and abusing them, but also protecting them, for the sake of parents and parents, those people will not go too far, at least they will not kill them, but if there is no leader, even if they are not killed, they will starve to death."

"Now, what about them?" Cobot asked.

"I don't know, they're too young to play with us." The young postman glanced up at Copote's expression with some fear, and said, "However, they are not dead, I did not see their bodies in the garbage truck or the truck leading out of the city." ”

"It's okay if you don't know, I know."

Copote finally turned his head to look across the street, where the flames were about to be extinguished, and Batman's expensive equipment was indeed powerful, but at this point, it was worn out and unpresentable.

Cobott left the building, followed a side door in the underground parking lot, and entered an underground passage, in the dark underground passage, there was not a single light, the postman boy shivered a little, he was not afraid of people, but he was afraid of ghosts.

Through the passageway, another underground parking lot is reached, and through an exit of the underground parking lot, through a dark narrow alley, down into a cellar, and then twists and turns to an abandoned basement.

Because of his profession, the postman boy has a good sense of direction, and he said, "This seems to be the bar that old Robert opened?" Is it the basement of a bar? ”

"That's right, this is it, do you smell the wine?" Cobot looked up at the ceiling, where there was still some leaking rainwater, and said, "That old red-haired guy doesn't use it anymore because it's leaking here." ”

As soon as he opened the door to the basement, the postman saw many children much younger than him.

Many of these children were only six or seven years old, and each of them was thin and small, and their skin was rough and dark, which was caused by the wind and sun on weekdays, and they did not have enough to eat.

At this time, they all gobbled up large pieces of bread, although they ate in a hurry, but they were still in order, and standing in front of them was a black man, wearing a red jacket, who looked about the size of Copote.

"Oh, Copote, you're here, you're done with bread for today, would you like a piece?" The black man walked over and smiled.

Cobot shook his head, looked up at him and said, "Red trucks? How are you? What about tires? ”

"He went to help her mother, so I'm here today." After the red truck finished speaking, he glanced back at the group of children.

Everyone was struggling, the room was filled with only the sound of gobbling and gobbling, and the children were hardly noisy, because they probably didn't even have the strength to speak loudly.

Hunger has left most of the children in the area severely malnourished, and many are scars of abuse, some are even disabled, have lost fingers and toes, and some even have difficulty walking.

"Okay, are you done eating? Later, someone will come to see you, sit down, and now, I'm going to give you a name, in case the doctor can't tell who you are......"

"Those with names come out first, stand over there, and those without names stand in a row here, remember the pronunciation I told you, and later, if anyone can't say their name, they won't be able to get bread next time."

After the red truck finished speaking, all the children were silent and divided into two columns, they did not make noise or noise, but bowed their heads in silence and did so.

After a while, the door of the basement rang twice, and many children began to tremble.

The first to come was an umbrella, one

The black umbrella was pushed open by the tip of the umbrella and the rain flowed from the tip to the door, and then fell silently to the ground.

The black leather shoes made a "click" sound when they stepped on the wet concrete floor, and just when the hearts of all the children were in their throats, a professor in a black suit appeared outside the door.

He cleared his throat and was about to speak, when he suddenly turned his head and said behind him:

"What's the smell of burning on you? What did you just do? Batman? ”