Gotham Police Station, rooftop.

Golden searchlights were shining above the dark clouds, and bat's markings hung high in the deep, reddish sky.

Director James Gordon stood by the giant searchlight, lit the first cigarette and puffed out the smoke rings in his mouth.

"I don't think he's coming, Director."

It was Gordon's old partner, Detective Harvey Bullock, who spoke. A police detective with a fat body and a round belly, wearing a bowler hat and an old coat all the year round, and I don't know how many beers and doughnuts are in his stomach.

"Wait a little longer." Gordon lit another cigarette.

Harvey glanced at him, "I thought you quit smoking." ”

"Theoretically, yes. So do the old guy a favor and don't tell Barbara. ”

"What's the matter, now I have to hide from my daughter when I smoke?"

"yes, more and more like a little detective." Gordon lit the ashes and smiled, "She seized every cigarette I hid in my house.

I couldn't bear it last night, and I was ready to find the one in the gap between the bed boards to relieve my hunger. You know what? All I could find was a note that said, 'You've got to work harder, Dad.'"

"I suspect you're taking the opportunity to brag about your girl's skills, it's a sweet annoyance." Harvey touched his hat, "The little girl looks like she's going to be a very good detective." ”

"That's not a good thing, especially here in Gotham." Gordon shook his head, "I've always tried to keep her out of the police system, and I'm fighting hard so that her future can be better." But look at us now, the reason why people can sleep peacefully is because of a crazy person in costume.

And worst of all, we might lose that madman by now."

He pulled out the last cigarette and felt it in his pocket, but the case was empty.

"Okay, turn off the lights. If it goes on like this, it will burn out. Gordon gestured for the searchlight and turned to leave the rooftop.

Harvey muttered, "I've long said that bat maniacs are unreliable, just a vigilante on a whim, and it's not surprising that he gets tired of playing anymore."

Before they finished speaking, both of them only felt a chill in the back of their heads, as if a cold wind was blowing. The next moment they all turned around, only to see that the majestic figure they were familiar with appeared in the shadows at some point, and most of their bodies were wrapped in a wide cloak, and walked out slowly.

An imperceptible flash of joy flashed in Gordon's eyes.

"It's finally here." He smiled slightly, "You're too late, too." ”

"There's a delay."

Batman, or should I say Shen You, dressed as Batman, replied.

The classic Batman-esque laryngeal cancer voice, the voice changer treatment makes him sound low and hoarse, cold and weird.

"Okay, I won't ask you where you're going on vacation. I arranged for the best detective to check the clues you gave us before, and you were right.

Alien weapons, a lot of weapons being transported in from that line you mentioned, are piled up in warehouses in Gotham Harbor. There was an exchange of fire between our man and the dock unloading and Detective Greed was hit by a ray gun. Poor fellow, would have retired next year.

I had to inform his family that there wasn't even anything left for the funeral. ”

"We'll catch them, Jim."

Shen You took the document he handed over and quickly and briefly flipped through it. It marks several facilities near Gotham Harbor.

"Caves, compare facility owner information." Shen You and the Bat Cave are connected.

Alfred, the almighty butler, crackles on the Batcomputer and retrieves the database that Batman has built.

After all, Gotham is basically owned by Wayne's family, and every building in the city, and even almost every brick in the city can be found out through the bat computer.

"The owner's name is Jack Snake. Under the guise of the bat computer tracking the capital link, a leather bag company, the clues pointed to.

Iceberg Casino. ”

Well?

It seems to be unexpected, and it seems to be reasonable.

Penguin, why is he again?

Now when he heard this name, Shen You actually felt a sense of intimacy.

After the fall of Falcone, the Penguins said that it was the Emperor of Gotham, and it was not wrong to say that, but it was not a little bit. What the emperor did is really a bit aggrieved, during Batman's investigation of various cases, anyway, as long as he has no clue and no clues, he will come to the casino first to beat the penguin's little head melon seeds.

Reasoning without ideas? No clues in the investigation?

It doesn't matter. Why not ask the amazing penguins?

As soon as Shen You, who had carefully flipped through the file, looked up, he saw that the two detectives in front of him were looking at him with a rather strange look.

"Questions?"

Shen You thinks that there should be no flaws in his mimicry, the clothes and equipment on his body are all original, and his voice is also a classic throat cancer model, so he shouldn't be able to see the problem.

"No, nothing." Gordon said oddly, "It's just that I thought I thought you should have been gone the moment I turned my head." ”

Shen You: "."

Bad, didn't remember this stubble.

Batman's classic passive return is not there, and this skill has a special bonus effect on Director Gordon.

So he had to pretend that nothing happened: "Hmm. ”

Turning around, under the gaze of the two detectives, he silently reached into the cloak and pulled out the hook gun and prepared to fly away.

Gan, it's reversed, and the hook gun is on the left.

So he changed his hand casually, took out his hook gun, and shot it to the roof of the opposite building. With the flip of the switch, the rope contracted, and the body flew into the night as if it had turned into a giant bat.

“.”

In summary, it's still convenient to fly yourself.

Seeing Batman leave, the two detectives were silent for a moment.

Gordon muttered to himself, "So that's what it's like to complete a full conversation"

"By the way, it's not my delusion, is it, Director?" Harvey turned the brim of his hat again, "Why do I think the bats seem to be a little different today?" ”

Gordon glanced at him, patted Harvey on the shoulder, and said earnestly.

"It's better not to ask what you shouldn't, Harvey."

Iceberg Casino, somewhere.

"You are a group of courageous people."

Copote, the penguin, smokes his pipe and stands at the end of an ice-crystal-like conference table.

At the table are all kinds of guys in fancy costumes. A black suit with a red capsule head painted on it with a black skull that looks like a poison mark. A yellow-green uniformed man with yellow muscles and a thin face like a malnourished, and a body as thin as a skeleton covered in flesh. A masked man in a simple white uniform. There is also a purple scarf covering his face and wearing swirling glasses.

"Gas Man, Speed Demon, Bomberman, Hypnotist." "Look at you, all abilities, all talents, different positions, but with the same purpose.

In Gotham, you face quite a few threats, and some of that comes from your few friends. Of course, more comes from your many enemies.

That's why you're here, and you need my protection. Each other's protection is needed. Because needless to say, among all those enemies, we all have a common, greatest threat, a threat. ”

The penguin man took a hard puff of his pipe and then spat out the word heavily.

"Batman."

The crowd looked at each other and did not speak.

"But you have my assurance, unite and stand together, then we will be invincible. And Batman is just a man after all. ”

The corners of Copote's mouth twitched, and they rose slightly.

"If I expected, Batman should be coming soon—as he has been here so many times. But this time, he'll find out that I've got a surprise in store for him.

Today, there is no more Batman in Gotham City! ”

(End of chapter)