"It's just a black eats black. Obviously, they were doing some kind of illegal trade here, and then there was a conflict. One side wins, one loses.

This kind of thing happens every day in this city. The only trouble is that these dead people are Ronnie's gang. The head of the Ronnie gang just put pressure on me through a certain councillor, which is really funny, I, a police officer, actually want to do things for the gang. ”

Jim Gordon, a veteran police officer, looked at the scene of the crime and shook his head slightly. The only thing that interested him at the scene was that from the analysis of battle restoration, the number of victors was very small, and there was a high probability that it was a lone wanderer. The weapon used was not a firearm, but some kind of strange cold weapon.

There were a number of bullet casings and bullet marks at the scene, all of which came from the side of the deceased.

"Could it be that guy?"

Gordon's mind flashed over a black, bat-like figure that always haunts the night.

……

In a single-family house on the edge of the city, a very dilapidated looking truck suddenly stopped in front of the house.

A sturdy man got out of the car and lifted the tarpaulin from the back of the truck, a ring on his hand that shone with a spill of light, covering the instruments and materials beneath the tarpaulin like running water. Then, as the man turned around, they floated in mid-air under the pull of the light, defiing the laws of physics, and were led by the man into the dark room.

There was no light in the house, and under the thick curtains, not even the slightest light from the outside could penetrate through the windows. When a person's vision suddenly steps from the visible place into the darkness where he cannot reach his fingers, he will be in a state of adjustment as if he was blind.

However, the man seemed to be unaffected, and walked around the messy items on the floor of the living room, and came to a coffee machine by himself, grinding coffee beans for himself.

As if the darkness could not affect him, after making himself coffee, the man carefully circled around with his cup, bypassed the bits and pieces of things placed around him, stepped on the wooden staircase in the corner, creaked upstairs, and entered one of the bedrooms upstairs.

The room fell silent for a long time.

The man seemed to enjoy the dark silence, and the only sound in the entire space was the sound of him sipping coffee.

"Did you follow me all the way just to stand on my balcony as a sculpture?" I don't know how long the time passed, but the man put down the coffee he had drunk with some regret, and swept his eyes in the direction of the balcony covered by the heavy curtains.

"I'm just watching what you're trying to do." A slightly mechanical sound sounded from outside the balcony, as if it had been adjusted, and the original timbre of the man's voice could not be heard.

"Me? I just wanted to find my way home. The man got up and opened the heavy curtains, opened the door to the balcony, and in the faint light of the night, revealed a handsome face. The hood on the man's head had been removed at the moment.

"Lost?" Standing outside the window like a sculpture is a man dressed in a black power suit, with black skin on his back, who looks like a humanoid bat.

"Batman? I've heard about you. Would you like to come in and sit down? Captain Rodgers sideways out of the way and invited.

"Yes." Bruce Wayne, who incarnated as Batman, pondered for a moment and nodded. He is also interested in the person who has recently become active in Gotham.

The other party is not like the Gotham people he is familiar with, who are keen to compete for territory, solicit manpower, sell all kinds of contraband to make money, and so on. The other party seems to have a very purposeful purpose, just to collect some precision instruments and materials that are generally not publicly circulated on the market.

Bruce Wayne once thought that this would be a scarecrow, a techno-tech criminal like a frozen man, but after observing it, he found that like himself, he seemed to have a stubborn bottom line and habitually fought criminals.

This kind of thing once surprised Batman Wayne. Because it was hard for him to imagine that in this already dark city, there would be such an anomaly.

The other party did not take the initiative to violate any laws, even if there was a conflict with someone, it was the other party who took action against him first, or the other party was doing something illegal and was stopped by him.

Even if there are some small flaws, in the eyes of Wayne, who is accustomed to seeing the dark, it is a moral model. It even made him feel that such a person should not appear in a city like Gotham that was rotten to the bone.

"A cup of coffee or hot water? Other than that, I don't have anything else to drink here. Rogers gestured to him with an empty glass.

"I don't need to." Wayne's tone was hard and he refused.

"Then please be seated." Rogers pulled over two chairs, side by side, and after he sat down first, motioned for Wayne to take a seat.

"I've heard a few things about you, and your actions remind me of one of my little friends. He had just come of age, and because of an accident, he gained strength beyond ordinary people. I'm glad that he didn't get lost in his own power, but like a loner, he hid his identity and fought against criminals. In his free time, he maintains the safety of his surrounding area and a city. Rogers looked at Batman sitting upright, and said with a little nostalgia in his tone.

"Superman?" Batman thought of another city-famous character.

"No, no, no, it's not him. He was called Spider-Man. You see, one of you is an insect and the other is an animal. Rogers quipped. But the Batman on the other side is still full of calmness and a cold aura that rejects people thousands of miles away.

"I haven't heard of it." Batman gave his answer succinctly.

"Okay, well, since you're not interested in this topic, let's get down to business. What are you eyeing me for? Do you want to fight me and throw me in front of the police station like the criminals you captured before? One thing to say, I might rebel violently because I don't have the money to pay a ransom for myself. Rogers shook his head, suddenly feeling a little distracted. Because of Batman's emotional fluctuations caused by superheroes, they also calmed down.

"You've bought a lot of valuables in Gotham during this time." Wayne Road.

"That's not my money, I'm here and penniless. Not even a normal job. Speaking of this, Rogers' face was full of helplessness. He had never seen such a chaotic city, and the criminals everywhere seemed to be normal people in this city, like him, like an outlier among the other!

"You want to go home?" Batman pondered for a moment, then asked suddenly.

"yes, I desperately want to go home. Maybe you don't believe it, but if I go back late, there might be some chaos and trouble in my house. Rogers said.

"I can provide you with transportation." Batman looked at Rogers.

"You think I want to go home because of the lack of transportation?" Rogers smiled wryly, "I don't lack that." There is a complicated and troublesome matter about me going home. ”

"Really? Where is your home? Wayne asked.

"Do you believe in the existence of the multiverse?" Rogers asked.

"Are you referring to the parallel universe theory that there are other universes outside of the universe?" Wayne gave an answer with his own understanding.

"Almost."

"You're saying you're from another universe?"

Look at your expression, look incredulous. But that's just the way it is. I don't want to find an excuse to deceive you, and I don't really care if I believe it or not. ”

Rogers looked at Batman's skeptical eyes and spread his hands.

"Then you are looking for these instruments and materials to prepare you for going home? What can they do? Batman asked delicately.

"If there is a metaphor that can be understood in layman's terms, it is an amplified version of the annunciator. It allows my partner to locate my coordinates from the vast multiverse. Rogers gestured.

"You want your universe to invade our universe?"

Wayne's words made Rogers feel a wave of weakness in his heart, "No, of course not! My buddies are all superheroes, superheroes, you know? Just like you! They have their own bottom line. They will not invade your universe. ”

"You're saying that they come to pick you up and leave, and never come back?" Batman still had a skeptical look in his eyes and tone.

Rogers opened his mouth, and just as he was about to say that's it, his mind flashed over Luke and Nick's faces. Stark they he can conclude, but Luke and Nick's brain circuits do seem a bit dangerous?

"You see, you can't guarantee it." Wayne keenly grasped Rogers' hesitation, and he pointed out coldly.

"Trust me, we're not bad guys. Even if my companion comes to this universe, it will certainly not hurt you. I believe they are here to communicate and help. Rogers had to emphasize under Wayne's point.

"I hope you'll stop your movements for a while, at least until I'm sure your actions aren't risky." Batman stood up, as if to end the conversation, and demanded.

"How can you be sure that there is no risk?" Rogers asked.

"I need to know your friends' information, abilities, weaknesses, etc. If you can be honest about all this, then when I'm ready, you can go on with your homecoming. Wayne didn't hesitate to give his answer.

"It's really like the words of my other partner, who, like you, always wants to solve everything, take everything, and perfect everything on his own. He used to want to keep everything under his control. It's not going to work. Rogers shook his head.

"But that's the only way I can rest assured." Wayne walked in the direction of the balcony.

"Is there no other choice?"

"You might try to take me down." Faced with Rogers' inquiry, Batman, who was standing on the balcony, turned around.

"One thing to say, I've always been good." As Rogers spoke, he saw Batman open his black cloak and jump off the balcony like a bat hunting in the night, a black vehicle quietly sped from a distance, opened the skylight-like door downstairs, and Batman jumped from the balcony just landed in his position, and then the door closed again, the vehicle started, and quickly disappeared into the night.

"Looks like another troublemaker. But his mind ......" Rogers sighed softly as he looked at Batman as he disappeared into the balcony. He understands Batman's choice, but in order to go home, it seems that he has to match up with the other party in the future.

During the conversation, Batman was observing him, and he was observing the other party. The difference is that the other party relies on his own eyes, psychological knowledge, and various precision instruments on his body to observe him and determine the truth of his words, while he uses the ring to directly feel the other party's heart.

After being infiltrated by the spiritual energy for a long time, the ring on his hand has already shown a hint of activation, and the ring itself can transmit some strong emotions to him as a reminder and warning to him.

In the ring's sensing, Batman has both a powerful mind that attracts the ring, and a complex emotion that makes the ring happy and hateful.

From the emotional information transmitted by the ring, Rogers can judge the general state of mind and personality of a person, the other party is undoubtedly a candidate with the potential to control the custom ring, making his ring happy, representing that the other party has a highly similar side to him, but at the same time the dislike transmitted, indicating that the other party's body and soul are deep, and there is also a side opposite to the exposed personality.

This is a person whose personality can change dramatically at any time. It's like schizophrenia, you will have two different personalities.

Under strong emotional control, the other party may always maintain the righteous side, but because of some unexpected factors, the other party may also fall into bottomless darkness at any time.

Rogers rubbed the ring on his finger with a slight sadness in his heart. The city was so out of place with him that he couldn't even replenish the ring's energy. If the instrument can't be manufactured, he will have to face an embarrassing situation in the future, that is, the ring will gradually run out of energy and fall silent.

Even if the instrument is manufactured, Rogers will have to face problems such as the conflict between the darkness of the human heart and the energy attributes of his ring.

……

"Wow, this mask makes me feel extra refreshed and full of strength today." In a dark laboratory, a man with a sack mask like a scarecrow stood in front of the window and looked in amazement at his own figure reflected in the glass. He felt a steady stream of energy pouring into his body along the mask, a layer of reddish-yellow energy, like a liquid, pouring down the mask around him, enveloping him.

After being wrapped in this reddish-yellow, uncomfortable energy suit, Jonathan Klein only felt that the world in his eyes had changed, and he saw a variety of colors in the city, each of which represented a mood or feeling.

And what he himself represents, is fear!

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