The bodies fell to the ground with a thud, and soon there were no more gunshots in the bank hall.

All that remained was the people lying on the ground, screaming in fear.

Police cars outside the bank surrounded the bank with the sound of shrill sirens, and police cars came sideways to act as cover, and Gotham police officers shivered and hid behind the cars, shouting in panic with their horns.

"Don't move, lay down your arms, surrender immediately!"

A series of cacophony noises.

David plucked his ears and looked outside.

None of the police officers hid behind the car with a look of urgency to rescue the hostages, like a battlefield recruit facing a trench that would be strafed by machine guns at any time, some did not dare to show their heads, and a few were a little better, their faces were pale, pointing to the inside of the bank, and the hand holding the gun was like Parkinson's and shivering.

"Don't be afraid.

Gotham's elite police officers are here, and you're saved. ”

Picking up the money he had just taken out from the counter, David smiled at the frightened people on the ground, and his body stirred up a gust of wind to stir up the smoke and disappeared in place.

The vanishing figure, Bruce Wayne's eyes widened.

He had studied ninjutsu with a ninja master, and the ninja could achieve the effect of stealth through the combination of light and smoke, but he didn't see the flaw in that hand just now.

Seeing the robber's body lying on the ground, the officers seemed to try to break through, and he quickly turned and ran to the bank building, smashed through the glass, and fell into the alley before fleeing.

The surveillance cameras stopped working long before the robbers entered.

After a little episode of withdrawing money, David used his fingers to solve the bandits left the bank and came to an uninhabited alley a few hundred meters away, waited for his skin to return to normal, and was just about to step away to find a hotel to stay.

"What is your purpose in Gotham?"

A deep voice suddenly sounded behind him.

David turned his head, 'Red Hood Five' stood in the shadows, his expression was as cold as the ice and snow on the high mountain that did not melt all year round, the gun he was holding before had been thrown away, as if he was facing the terrifying monster Greek warrior with his bare hands, the explosive muscles under the suit were tense, and he was ready to fight.

"Dare to chase after you, not afraid to go to meet your accomplices together?"

"You should know I'm not a bandit."

Bruce Wayne frowned, full of suspicions in his heart.

The young man in front of him was shrouded in a mystery from head to toe, and he didn't know if there was any high-tech weapon hidden in his hand that could shoot lasers, and he was suspected of surpassing him in the use of ninja stealth techniques.

The most important thing is to reveal his identity hidden under the mask and human skin mask in one sentence.

"You're not a police officer, so you don't have the right to question me."

David laughed.

Bruce Wayne in front of him has a little bit of a future style.

Compared to the future Superman Clarke, who did not leave school in his adolescence, he is closer to the full-body Batman who is decisive to the fate of the world, so although his strength is far inferior to Clark, who has not lost his ability, the emotional points he can provide are still very considerable.

"I'm not a police officer?

Who but the police would risk their lives to infiltrate the gangsters and try to stop the robbery? ”

Bruce asked slowly.

He admits that he was a bit reckless this time, and that there were a lot of mistakes and omissions in playing the Red Hood Five, mainly because he didn't have time to waste more time for a group of bank robbers.

But no matter how you think about it, I can't figure out where the flaws are revealed about my true identity.

"You're right.

But forget one thing - this is Gotham. ”

David spread his hands.

A young man from a small town in the metropolis introduced the native Gotham.

“……”

"In this decaying city, police officers are just part-time workers, and gangster thugs and insiders are the real job of Gotham police officers.

Just like those in front of the bank, they would never pay for a police officer's salary of a few hundred dollars a day. ”

Bruce Wayne fell silent.

"Gotham, it won't be forever."

His voice was low, as if he were reciting an ideal that he had decided to devote his life to realizing.

"I wish you success."

David smiled, shook off a word, and was about to turn away.

"You don't seem to approve of that."

Bruce Wayne stepped forward, like a cheetah biting its prey.

As to whether there was still hope for Gotham, many people had different answers, and that would not shake his belief in the slightest, but he wanted to know what the young man in front of him thought.

Because I don't know why, this person seems to know himself very well inexplicably, including recognizing his identity, including saying that Gotham will not be like this forever, and the other party is sure that he is hiding in his heart.

"Gotham has a long history, and it has given countless people the life and hope they want.

But there is no doubt that he is now sick, terminally ill. ”

With a slight pause, David said lightly.

There are various explanations in the comics as to why Gotham is so dark and chaotic, such as being perched on the gates of Hell, being cursed, or being controlled by an owl court, and even the city spirits are twisted and not humanoid.

But there's one sentence that can roughly describe Gotham - Gotham can be easily destroyed, but hard to change.

"If no one could stand up and pick up the cold and precise scalpel and cut the carrion for him, Gotham would be in pain and rotting until he died."

"Like you did? Killer? ”

Bruce Wayne was keenly aware of what he was saying, and his tone was not good.

Once upon a time, years ago, when Joe Chell escaped from prison on parole as a witness to the capture of a gang leader, he thought about shooting his parents as he walked out of the courtroom.

But someone woke him up, and his parents would never want to see him fall into darkness and become like those criminals.

"You seem to have only been in Gotham for a short time, but you've already taken seven or eight lives in the city."

"Am I unable to defend myself against a gang of gunmen?

It's just that I don't use a gun. ”

David wasn't ready to entangle him anymore and walked away.

Even though he had come to Gotham to find someone, the current Bruce Wayne couldn't help.

In the eyes of the public, Bruce Wayne is still missing, indicating that the current Batman has only returned to Gotham for a long time, and he probably doesn't even control his own company at the moment, and he is confused about the situation in Gotham.

"By the way, don't throw anything at me next time, Gotham vigilantes."

A pocket-sized locator was pulled out of the pocket of his trench coat, and he flicked his fingers back.

The wind struck, and Bruce Wayne quickly dodged his face, and the coin-shaped locator of several millimeters, like a sharp razor, cut through the skin of his face, and sank deep into the brick wall behind him.

When he turned his gaze again, the alley was empty, and there was no one in sight, only a cold wind blowing.

He was not surprised, just frowned.

……

"Master Bruce?"

In the underground alleyway, a speeding black motorcycle drove in, with heavy tires that could be bulletproof and intimidating, and slowly stopped in front of a bunker.

The man on the motorcycle tore off the tattered skin on his face, revealing a young and cold face, his eyes were firm, and the whole person could not be shaken like a steel embryo that had been tempered and forged out of the furnace, but it seemed that he couldn't wait to achieve something.

"It's me, Ah Fu."

"I've seen the news, you've had another fateful day, young master."

Amid the roar of the motorcycle's stopped engine, the old man's helpless and worried voice came from the door.

"It's still early for the end of the day, Ah Fu."

At the door of the bunker, waiting to open the door, Bruce Wayne turned over and got out of the car, picked the red rose on the chest of his suit like a gentleman, looked pensive, and glanced at the faint black spot hidden in the rose stamen.

"I beg your pardon, young master.

To be honest, operating a supercomputer was not part of my housekeeping training at the time. ”

The door of the bunker slowly opened after half a minute.

"It's okay, Ah Fu.

I still have a long time left today. ”

He walked into what he called the Batcave, connecting a tiny video camera to a giant computer screen.

The entire bank robbery was played, and then the picture froze and a young face was cut out.

The screen glowed on the face of the son of Wayne, flickering and flickering, staring at the face, he muttered as he pressed the retrieve button.

"Now—let me see who you are."