It was late at night.

Bane and his men leave their hideout and walk the streets of the ghetto of Gotham City.

In the imagination of ordinary people, the villains are generally strong, as strong as a cow, and look like a big man who can eat three children in one meal.

And actually......

That's right, Bane is such a person.

But even so, in Gotham, there are desperate people who turn to this vicious freak for help.

Like, now.

"Excuse me, can you save my mother?"

A little girl stared down at the burly monster like a mountain, and couldn't help but timidly grab the puppet in her hand.

It was a puppet from a trash can, and it matched her shabby clothes perfectly.

"My mom has cancer, she needs medicine, she's in so much pain. People say that only God can help her. ”

She shuddered and looked at Bane with hopeful eyes.

"Can you help me?"

Bane stopped his men who wanted to come forward and chase the little girl away.

"Where is your home?"

The little girl pointed to the dilapidated house behind her.

Bane walked in.

A few minutes later, Bane walked out and wiped the brains and blood from his hands.

"Your mother will never be in pain again...... Bury her. ”

“…… Stop asking for help from others, or the suffering of the world will come to your door. ”

He looked up slightly, and saw the eastern sky, the stars hidden under the dark skirt.

Bain said:

"There is no God here...... But Bane is here. ”

The long night is not young.

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The nights in Gotham are so quiet and full of tombstone-like peace.

The gray rain with a faint sour smell is intertwined with the haze full of industrial exhaust gases under the neon lights. The Death Shooter stands on the rooftop of the building and sees Gotham City smiling in the misty drizzle.

On the street, a car whizzed by, splashing passers-by with muddy water. The passer-by immediately took out a submachine gun from his arms and fired directly at the car in the distance......

The people of this city are too exaggerated.

The death shooter thought so as he expertly pulled out the anti-tank bazooka and mortar from his bag.

He gave a thumbs up to the distant building, measuring the distance and wind speed.

"I must warn you, Death Shooter, that my mission is not to kill a single casualty."

In the headset, the voice of the employer came.

"Ventriloquist, you've been a gangster for so many years, how did you come up with such a superhero requirement that you are not allowed to kill?"

"A bad guy should be a bad guy."

The Death Shooter grumbled, setting up the mortar on the edge of the rooftop, "If it weren't for you, I'd have thought you'd be Batman's informant." ”

"Speaking of which, that new doll you have in your hand - you don't really want to join Batman, didn't Batman send you a Robin uniform without pants?"

Empty!

Mortars fired, creating deadly parabolas in the air, and the ventriloquist voices were heard at the same time.

"Dead people deduct money."

"Okay, okay, I know, don't worry."

The death shooter licked his lips and raised the anti-tank rocket launcher.

Bang!

The rockets came first, and the mortar shells came with a French wet kiss above the roof of the building.

Rumble!

With a loud bang, the roof of the building was torn open and shattered, revealing the ant-like panicked enemies below.

"Look, I'll tell you, I'll bring the Mad Hatter to you in one piece."

The death shooter pulls out a sniper rifle, but does not move: "But now, my employer ......"

"Because of your distrust, I don't want to do this one."

“？ what？ ”

"Frightened by this, the Mad Hatter is afraid that he will hide. If you want to catch it again, I'm afraid it will be 10 times more difficult. And Gotham is a city covered by Batman, and there are not many mercenaries willing to come here. ”

"Employer, you don't want to leave the task unfinished, do you?"

“…… That's enough! Let's talk about the conditions directly. ”

The death shooter looked at the sky at 45 degrees, and said without thinking, righteous words, clear articulation, and righteousness:

"Gotta add money."

The long night is not young.

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The night is like a girl who has lost her clothes, sincere and enthusiastic with the city.

Chetham Cats strolled gracefully down the empty hallways of Gotham Heights High School, with sirens and the panicked shouts of countless people outside their windows.

"I must warn you, ma'am, that the target of this mission [Mr. Zas] is a deadly killer like you."

The voice of the ventriloquist came from the headset - oh no, it should be the bat doll in his left hand.

"I have no doubt that you will be able to defeat him, but my request is to guarantee the safety of every student hostage. So, you're going to have to separate Zas from the schoolgirls first, and then you're going to ......."

"Oh, yes?"

Cheshire Cat's slender fingers ran across her waist and the touching whiteness of her chest, resting on her smiling cat-face mask.

"I don't think it's going to be that much trouble. Isn't it? ”

"What are you talking about-"

"She's not talking to you."

The indifferent moonlight mixed with the red and blue rays of the police lights shone on the killer who rose from the shadows.

The dense scars were etched into the burly muscles of his body.

Victor Zas, one of Gotham's famous villains.

His gaze stopped at the graceful figure of the woman:

"Why don't you show me a glimpse? Lady? ”

"Oh no, you know."

The female killer turned.

"The cat never takes off her mask – especially in front of a naked exhibitionist."

A short knife appeared in the opponent's empty palm.

The Cheshire Cat sighed. She pulled out a telescopic knife from the back, and then pulled out a lot of shuriken from the middle of the front, like a hamster pouring out its own grain reserves.

Then she tilted her head.

"Cat fight?" （Catfight？ ）

Gotham's famous exhibitionist and serial killer "Mr. Zath" shows a twisted smile:

"Dragon Quest." （Cat Quest。 ）

The long night is not young.

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In the bat cave beneath Wayne Manor, Chen Tao is using the voice of a ventriloquist to remotely manipulate those mercenaries like a bald guy.

“…… That's enough! Let's talk about the conditions directly. What? Gotta add money? ”

He waved his hand and made the voice of a big dog: "Plus, you can add it!" ”

He turned his head and saw Robin Tim Drake angrily holding a piece of paper in front of him, which read:

"Batman, I still can't believe you didn't take me, but paid those mercenaries to help you deal with Bane!"

The real ventriloquist crouches in the corner with an innocent face, trying to disguise himself as a real dog.

Tim looked at him and felt that his fists were hard, but after all, it was not good to beat the other party for no reason in front of Batman.

So the young Robin could only grit his porcelain-like teeth, and continued to write with grief and indignation: "And not only did you bring home the bad guys from outside, but you also called the other bad guys in front of me!! ”

Batman hung up the phone and sighed.

The three generations of Robins were silent for a while.

He asked:

Is it because of Paul? (Jean Paul, the angel of death killed by Bane above)"

"Not exactly." Chen Tao replied, "Listen to me." ”

He turned around and grabbed the other man's shoulder, meeting Robin straight in the eye.

"I'm going to retire."

"What...... What? This unreasonable answer directly confused Robin.

"Youth will pass away, Tim. The youth is gone, the gold cup is exhausted, and the old dream is difficult. Batman is nothing more than a dream that an eight-year-old doesn't want to wake up to...... And now it's time to wake up. ”

"I'm going to do one last thing for Gotham and go live the life of a normal person, the life I deserve. So are you, Tim. ”

"You are successful in your studies, you are very smart, you have a father and a mother."

"You don't understand how rare this is!"

"You deserve all the good things in the world. You should go to school and meet your true daughter one day. ”

"She would have blonde hair and sea-blue eyes, or burgundy hair...... She may be Gordon, maybe she will be Brown, but one day she will be Drake. ”

"You will know each other and fall in love, my child...... This kind of youthful and pure love is something I will never have the opportunity to do again. ”

"It's time for us all to escape this nightmare."

With a thud, the tray in Alfred's hand behind the two of them fell to the ground and shattered.

He covered his face and wept with joy.

"Is this true? Bruce? Am I really not dreaming - Bruce? ”

The long night is not young.