"No way.

I don't quite believe that the richest man in Gotham, who is worth billions, would risk his life every day to fight crime. ”

"Maybe he finds it exciting, and uses Gotham as a playground, and this kind of thing as a game?

I heard that the suit he wears, the sniper rifle can't be pierced, and the Batmobile he drives can shoot missiles, what can happen. ”

"Rich and young, with an ass and a chin, and can get military equipment that surpasses the military, who else in Gotham meets these characteristics except for Bruce Wayne?"

The Internet has always paid great attention to Batman's identity, and there are all kinds of speculations.

Although there is no evidence at all, it seems that Bruce Wayne is Gotham's Night Knight Batman.

Regarding this speculation, the Internet exploded directly, and the media in Gotham was even more like a school of sharks that smelled blood.

It is about the son of Wayne, the richest man in Gotham and the son of Wayne, who has attracted much attention after the announcement of the plan to rebuild Gotham, and this news will be big news if it can be confirmed.

Even if you can't get affirmation, it would be nice to take this opportunity to interview the richest man in Gotham.

Wayne Group, in front of the door.

"Mr. Wayne, now that people on the Internet are analyzing you as Batman, do you have anything to say about this?"

"As a billionaire, what drives you to risk your life fighting crime, President Bruce?"

"Can you share your thoughts on Batman? Mr. Wayne. ”

Reporters flocked to the front, holding microphones alof, scrambling to ask.

"Batman? Who's that?

A vigilante who likes to hang out at night in a quirky bat outfit?

Sounds boring. ”

In the face of these questions, Bruce Wayne spoke as if he were a business prodigal who only liked to be sensual, and he appeared completely uninterested.

"I prefer to spend a night with the Ballet Nationale and enjoy their gentle whispers in front of the fists and sticks rather than fighting the villains for a night out."

After saying that, he disdainfully put his pocket in his pocket and turned to get on the elevator.

Conscientious and serious security personnel stopped the reporters who wanted to interview again.

Entering the elevator, Bruce Wayne's face quickly became gloomy.

His identity was about to be revealed, and although he hadn't yet, he knew it was coming soon, and this was just the beginning.

"What must be done......

It has not been a short time since he returned to Gotham to appear as Batman, and no one paid attention to this before, but now it is still discovered and suspected.

Bruce Wayne's heart felt a hint of urgency.

His identity must not be revealed.

Bats, eerie nocturnal creatures accustomed to hiding in the dark, hanging upside down and watching everyone, as if ready to pounce at any moment, are ruthless vampire killers, the nightmare of his childhood.

He chooses to turn himself into a bat because he wants to create an abstract mystical symbol that will make himself a nightmare for all the villains in Gotham.

"When I was Bruce Wayne, I was just a normal person, and people could see my tiredness and pain.

But when I became Batman, I became a mysterious being, looking down on Gotham, powerful and elusive, hiding everything vulnerable under the suit, never able to be defeated, terrifying. ”

Bruce Wayne thinks back to his crime-fighting thoughts as Batman.

Moreover, people, as social animals, often cannot be careless, because there are family members and families.

Although his parents have died, he still has a relative - the housekeeper who took care of him since he was a child and raised him, Alfred.

He didn't care about the retaliation and loss of his property, but he was afraid that after his identity was exposed, his old housekeeper would be affected, and those gangsters would definitely attack the people around him in a frenzy when they knew who he was.

"I want to think about how the public can distinguish me from Batman."

If he and Batman had appeared at the same time, no one would have suspected it, Bruce Wayne was thinking, this is how this works.

Bite.

The elevator opens to the observation tower at the top of the Wayne Tower.

Some partners and employees of the cooperative company were waiting, and when they saw him appear, they hurriedly greeted him enthusiastically.

"President Wayne, it's finally here.

We've been waiting for you for a long time. ”

"Ladies and gentlemen......"

With a confident smile, Bruce Wayne gets straight to the point, telling and discussing the details of Gotham's redevelopment plan, starting with the history of Gotham Mansion.

He's one of the best martial artists on the planet, and he's just as good at speech as he is at business.

"Please let me introduce you to the edifice at our feet for our friends who have come from afar."

"The Wayne Building was built in 1888 by my great-great-grandfather, Alan Wayne, who built the building and is now a Gotham landmark."

"But in fact, the Wayne Building you see has been rebuilt more than a dozen times before it has the height and style that fits the times now."

Gotham, like Wayne Mansion, needs to be constantly revamped and rebuilt to keep up with the new century and get better.

"Let's look through these tempered glasses and look into the distance, and imagine the slightly backward urban area......"

He was about to take his partners and companies to look to the future and tell them about the grandeur and necessity of Gotham's rebuilding plan.

Stop!

Around the corner of the corridor behind the crowd, a dart suddenly came at him.

Burst!

Powerful power and tricky angles, blood flashes.

Bruce Wayne clutched his injured shoulder and snorted in pain as he snorted in pain and stared sharply around the corner.

"Who is it?!"

"Ah...... Killed. ”

"There's a killer!"

When the people around saw the attack, the panicked short body fled quickly, instinctively hiding to the side.

Hugh Hugh Hugh Hugh.

A few figures walked out of the shadows.

The killer wearing a black tights and an owl hood exudes a cold and murderous aura, like an emotionless killing weapon, and several people shoot darts at him without saying a word, as if they will not stop if they don't kill him.

"Bruce Wayne, your time of death has come!"

A low, cold voice echoed through the tower, like the sound of a death knell.

Bruce Wayne dodged the darts and stepped forward to fight the owl-hooded killers.

"Watch out for the Owl Court, which keeps an eye on your travels. A peek out into Gotham City from the shadows, hidden in a low-walled attic.

He was with him at home, and he was also present in bed. Don't mention his name, and the claws will look for you."

Since he was a child, he had heard legends about the court of owls, who gathered in the dark, owls were their name, and their nests were everywhere and controlled the dark city.

In this city, anyone who disobeys their will will be wiped out by the 'talons' of the owl.

"You are the talons of the Owl Court?"

Even with injuries and a few outbreaks, Bruce Wayne still had the upper hand with punches and kicks.

Powerful, calm and efficient, these killers are the best weapons to kill, but it's not enough to take on one of the world's most powerful fighters.

Each of his blows hit the vital points and flaws, and the force was enough to break people's bones and cripple them.

But after a dozen moves, Bruce Wayne realized that something was wrong.

"Why can't these people be defeated no matter how they fight!"