"Listen, Bruce, don't move, you can't ......"

With a "bang", Bruce pulled the dagger back, blood gushing out, and the three of them completely stiffened in place.

But the picture of Schiller's fall did not appear, the gray fog spread, Schiller's injuries recovered instantly, he picked up the jacket of his suit again, put it on his arm, smiled at the three of them and said, "Frightened, right?" Don't break anything next time you come to me. ”

As Clarke's legs limped against the wall, Hal instantly slipped down the doorframe, Diana crouched on the ground with her stomach clutched, and then they glared at Bruce at the same time.

Bruce spread his hands and said, "You should have thought of it a long time ago." ”

"I'll just say we shouldn't mind the madmen!" Hal immediately glared at Clark and said, "It shouldn't have been in the first place!" ”

"Oh my God, my shirt is soaked in cold sweat!" Diana sat on the ground with some disregard for her image, covered her aching stomach and said, "I really can't stand it anymore!" I can't stay in this crazy city for even a minute anymore! ”

After saying that, the black-haired princess stood up and walked out a little embarrassed, and waved her hand and said, "Don't call me if any of them die, that's all!" ”

Clark stood up, feeling his legs still tremble a little, and he said to Bruce with some annoyance, "You've never been on our side, you two madmen will live your life!" ”

With that, he strode out of the door, leaving Hal leaning against the wall, and after he had made up his mind, he said, "I will not go to the funeral of another person with any of you, because even if you are dead and buried, you can get up from the coffin and stab each other!" I've seen it, goodbye! ”

Schiller calmly stretched out his hand to Bruce, who put the dagger back into his hand, and Schiller put the dagger back into the scabbard and asked, "I really can't wait, when will the show start?" ”

"Soon."

"Where to look?"

"Right here."

At this time, Elliott was blocked by Amanda in the old house of the Kane family, Elliott pointed a pistol at Amanda, Amanda was not afraid at all, she just stared at Elliot and said: "You don't have the courage to kill me, otherwise Bruce Wayne's identity will be over." ”

"I can completely smooth out ......"

"You can't, if you really have Wayne's strength, why don't you go back to Wayne Manor? Why hide in a dilapidated house and eat fast food delivered from takeout, is this what you want with all your heart? ”

Elliott's expression began to distort a little, Amanda was indeed not very able to understand the natural maniacs who shouted about art and ideas every day due to her limited talent, but she had a lot of experience with serial murderers below this level, such as Elliott for profit, and knew how to break them.

"Is this what you want?" Amanda spread her hands and spun around and said, "Or are you far worse than Bruce Wayne, and even with his looks, you have messed up everything he can easily handle?" ”

"Shut up, or I'm going to shoot."

"yes, you'll not even be Bruce Wayne by then." Amanda looked into his eyes and said coldly, "If I die, someone will immediately charge you, believe me, the testimony of witnesses is enough for you to die of old age in the prison I built." ”

With that, Amanda turned and left, Elliott's hand holding the trigger trembled a little, but he still couldn't shoot until Amanda's figure disappeared downstairs at the end of the street.

He only has the identity of Bruce Wayne now, and he must keep it at all costs.

Elliott put the gun back on his waist with a somewhat trembling hand, he took a few deep breaths to calm his thoughts, and then it occurred to him that if he hadn't let Amanda go, the other party wouldn't have charged him, apparently the damn woman already knew about his identity theft.

Did something happen to Bruce in prison? Elliott could only think of this possibility, even though he had told himself countless times in his heart that he was the real thing, but the thought that the loser in prison might join Amanda to accuse him made him feel a sense of trepidation begin to creep in his heart.

Elliott's initial motivation was that he would do better if he became Bruce, and that was the only thing that would make him feel confident enough to see this identity as something he should have.

But in fact, he did not do it, it was far from it, so of course he would feel weak and shaken, and the inferiority complex hidden in his heart engulfed him in an instant, and the phrase "fake is fake" was repeated tens of thousands of times in his mind in just a few seconds.

Elliot tried to calm himself down, he was on the verge of madness after the rush of such extreme emotions, he thought, no, there was nothing to prove which of them was true and which was fake, his disguise was perfect.

Batman's identity can't be made public, and Bruce is disguised as a prodigal to the outside world, so the jury can't tell who is real and who is fake through the difference in their abilities, and if you want to show your IQ in court, Elliot has many ways to fake it.

So what is the reason why Amanda is sure that he will go to jail?

Suddenly, Elliott's eyes flashed a face, the only survivor of all the massacres he had caused, the little girl Belica.

Elliott would kill people on the run out of rage, and he had the idea that the more people who were causing me trouble didn't want me to do, the more I had to do it, and if the FBI was hunting me for killing my parents, I would kill more people's parents, or not just parents.

He didn't mean to leave the little girl, her parents only said that she went to winter camp until she died, and even if he dug out her husband's heart in front of his wife, they didn't say a word about the hidden daughter.

Elliott only learned about the survivors on the news later, and an unscrupulous tabloid reporter who didn't care if the survivors would be retaliated against for the sake of exposure revealed the news that the little girl Belica had survived, and he learned that his men still had a living mouth.

It is precisely because of this that he came up with the plan to use Belica to threaten Batman, who was chasing him, and implemented this plan perfectly, obtaining his current identity.

If anyone has the perfect proof to accuse him of going to jail, it has to be Belica, and there's a good chance that the little girl saw the whole process of his murder of her parents and, more importantly, the whole process of his threat to Batman.

Elliott is now kicked out of the house, unable to use the Wayne family's resources to defend himself, and if the jury believes the little girl's testimony out of pity, then I am afraid that he will really go to prison, and when the time comes, Amanda will definitely let him die an ugly death.

No, no, Elliot trembled, he had worked so hard for so long, even if the situation was not satisfactory, he always had a chance to turn the tables, but if he went to prison, it would be all over, and he had to find a way.

And for him to live, Belica must die.

Elliott sped downstairs in his stolen car, knowing he had to kill Berica before the FBI could take her, and maybe someone would know where the little girl was.

It's a long way from Gotham to Kansas, but it doesn't take long to drive without a break despite the wear and tear of the vehicle, and when it gets dark and bright, Elliott arrives at the tabloid reporter's house that revealed the news of Belica's survival, and asks where Belica has moved.

He gave the tabloid tabloid a knife, but didn't make sure he was dead or not, he didn't have time.

Elliott was panting when he came to the door of Belica's house, he clenched the gun in his hand, intending to knock on the door and shoot everything that could gasp, but he knocked on the door for a long time and no one answered.

Elliott knew that if he continued like this, he would definitely attract the attention of his neighbors, this was not a forbidden area for the FBI, and he had to act as soon as possible.

So, he climbed directly to the balcony on the second floor, and through the gap in the curtains, he saw that the door of the room opposite this room was open, and there was a bag bulging out of the children's bed, and it seemed that Belica had not gotten up yet, and her current guardian might have gone out to shop.

Elliott picked the lock on the window and crept through the empty room, aiming his gun the moment he stepped into Berica's room.

"Bang!"

The bullet passed through the quilt, unresponsive, no bloodshed, no screaming, no death.

"Bang!"

Another shot, but not Elliott's, he was the one who had been shot - a bullet went straight through his right shoulder blade and into his lung, and he let out a scream of pain and staggered to the ground.

In the empty room opposite, a blonde, teen-year-old girl with a gun and tears on her face looked at Elliott.

"Damn murderers, go die!"

The voice was childish and crying, sounding pitiful and helpless, in stark contrast to the death-knell gunfire.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

Blood bloomed on Elliott's body, and it wasn't until Berica had drained all the bullets in her pistol that she finally dropped her pistol and sat on her knees and broke down crying.

A commotion came from the door, Amanda rushed up with a group of agents, and when they saw the scene in the room, everyone understood what was going on, and Amanda immediately hugged Belica and said.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, child, it's not your fault, you're a brave hero, you avenged your parents, it's not a pity for this damn murderer!"

Then she gritted her teeth and said to the agent behind her, "Call the doctor!" No, it's not a medical team, no one needs first aid here, that damn murderer is dead! Call a psychiatrist! …… A bunch of rubbish, bring me the phone! ”

"Hey, Professor Schiller, there's very bad news that Elliott has stormed Belica's house and tried to attack her...... No, thankfully, Belica wasn't hurt, and the brave girl was a good marksman, probably because she had hunted with her father, and the killer got the punishment he deserved. ”

"Yes, she may have some psychological trauma, that's why I called you, do you know an expert in child psychology? Okay, you said I remembered ......"

In Schiller's office at the New Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, Schiller put down the phone after finishing his phone number, he looked at Bruce and said, "You instigated an eleven-year-old girl to kill someone?" ”

"I didn't abet her, and she wasn't killing anyone."

Bruce looked out the window, thinking of the day when Elliot had left triumphantly, and he covered his bloodied face and hugged Berica, who was crying until she was convulsing.

"I never mentioned revenge, but I just told her that I gave up my identity, cut my face, and chose to be on her side, proving that I loved her as much as his parents did."

"Well, no matter what she does, I will always love her so much."

"The essence of manipulation is love and security, isn't it?"

Bruce looked at Schiller, his blue eyes seemed to have a storm in his eyes, the morning light outside the window shone on him, and Schiller saw in the light and shadow, the curling bat wings stretching out from the long scar on his back, showing the majesty that enveloped everything.

Schiller thought that it was not too late for a young bat to leave its nest on such a cold morning.

From then on, he can create fearsome shadows with the strong wings he has developed when he breaks out of the cocoon, or he can break free from the shadows and flutter his wings in the sun, he can soar in the wider sky, or he can return to his dark and warm lair to rest.

This detached bat will fly across the abyss with a lonely lamp, so that countless pairs of eyes sunk in the darkness can also see a little light.

All Schiller's efforts were only to let thousands of outcasts and knights who had never met him but were inseparable, keep watch for one more night of dawn with this light on the boat that had long been corroded and only rotten wood.

In the future, if there is no dawn, you can keep this lamp alone and have a good dream for the last night.

(Volume 2: Leaving the Nest, End)

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