"It's weird."

When Rorschach came out of the alley, there was not a trace of blood on his body.

"I'm okay with Gotham's night being so lively, but how can it be so messy."

The one who just surrounded Rorschach was a small gang, and the size was only a few dozen people.

Rorschach fought his way from the alley to the other party's den, and got a lot of cash.

As for the remaining guns and bullets, or the hot-selling "goods", Rorschach didn't have the heart to touch them.

After that, I don't have to worry about all the expenses in Gotham City.

Rorschach waved his hand a little annoyed, although he said that he enjoyed the "nature" that he had not seen for a long time, there was always a strange feeling lingering around him.

Between the neon lights of high-rise buildings, it looks very prosperous and chaotic, but it lacks a strong sense of deterrence.

No bat lights!

Rorschach looked up, and indeed, among all the dazzling lights, the only one missing was the simple, huge, but terrifying light of all criminals.

"Is he on vacation today or what?"

A little puzzled, but Rorschach didn't pay attention to it for the time being, he knew that it was more credible to inquire about something in Gotham City than the rumors in the newspapers.

"Your whiskey, sir."

Rorschach didn't even look at it, and handed over a stack of banknotes.

The bartender across from him was visibly taken aback: in a bar, just pouring water into a glass sells for three dollars.

But the tip from the guest seemed to far exceed the price of the whiskey, even though the bartender had made a puckball by hand and placed it inside.

Although the air conditioner was turned on in the room, the bartender's cold sweat couldn't help but slowly slide down his face.

After working in the Eastern District for so many years and serving countless people, the ability to see people cultivated by his profession has allowed him to get out of disputes large and small.

But he couldn't read the young man's gaze in front of him.

Even though he had seen countless outrageous gangsters, domineering thugs, and elegant gang leaders, they were as easy to understand as children who had just started school in front of this young man.

"Sir, is the service at the bar not good enough? Or does the wine taste not to your liking? ”

The bartender won't be nosy, and ask the man in front of him if he is an adult.

His only thought now was to be able to leave work safely under this guest's hands.

"Neither."

Rorschach's words made the bartender's heart rise to his throat again.

"I just got here, and I have some doubts and want to ask the locals."

Rorschach's voice was light and gentle; But it fell on the bartender's ears like an automatic rifle aimed at him.

He listened nervously to every word Rorschach said, lest it be overshadowed by some loud music.

"What do you want to know sir, I will try to answer for you!"

The bartender's attitude is not disrespectful, and it can even be said that his psychological quality is much stronger than that of the previous driver.

The citizens of Gotham are indeed an identity that needs to withstand the pressures of life.

"Batman, I don't seem to see him in Gotham."

As soon as Rorschach said this, the atmosphere of the entire bar froze.

The crowd that was still noisy just now instantly fell silent.

"Friends, let's stop here today, the unpaid drinks are free, we're closed, thank you."

In the end, it was the bartender in front of Rorschach who spoke, and although the people who were still in the bar were a little unhappy, they still walked out of the door very cooperatively.

No matter how annoying this shop is, it is also the property of the Cobott family, and no one wants to touch the mold of the "King of Gotham", not even a small bar.

Rorschach gently shook the whiskey in his hand, waiting for everyone around him to disperse.

When the bar fell silent, even the pianist sat at the bar.

"Sir, where did you know about this man?"

The bartender looked left and right, and when he was sure that there was no one, he asked in a low voice.

"What's wrong?"

Rorschach didn't answer the question, but took a sip of the liquor in his glass.

It's a strange feeling, and it's not comparable to being at home and Clark stealing Jonathan's wine.

"I'm the guy Mr. Cobott entrusted with the management of this bar, and I'm a little boastful, and I have some seniority in Gotham."

Rorschach nodded and motioned for the other party to continue.

"It's an urban legend, and few people can see him, some say that Batman is more than three meters tall and can swallow bullets alive, others say that he comes out of the shadows and can slit your throat with a blade from hell......"

Listening to the other party's words, Rorschach couldn't help but chuckle.

"What's the matter, sir...... Is there a discrepancy between what I said and what you heard? I swear, my message here is absolutely reliable. ”

"It's nothing, I just thought of a joke, you go on and you go on."

Looking at the other party's somewhat frightened look, Rorschach stopped laughing.

"But in the last two or three years, he hasn't been seen again."

The bartender's next words made Rorschach frown.

"What do you mean, don't show up?"

"Some say he's retired, some say he died in some alley, some claim he's back to hell, and some even claim that he killed Batman." The bartender rubbed his hands together crampedly, "But anyway, no one has ever seen Batman again." ”

That is to say...... There's no more Batman in Gotham here. ”

"Yes sir, there's no Batman here." The bartender picked up a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and the young man in front of him was more amiable than expected.

"I see."

After Rorschach said this, he didn't say anything more.

Instead, he stared at the wine glass in his hand, thoughtfully.

You might be able to check out the rooftop of the Gotham Police Station later in the day and maybe find a bat lamp that still works.

The rest of the people in the entire bar didn't dare to breathe, for fear that this evil star would burst out in the next second.

Here, the bartender in front of Rorschach is the leader, and the rest of the people will listen to him unconditionally in any situation that he feels is abnormal.

But Rorschach just took a sip of the rest of the wine in his glass, pushed the door open and left the bar.

It wasn't until long after he was gone that everyone regained their spirits from their silence.

However, they don't plan to reopen for the next few days.

The yellow energy in the body has finally replenished a lot today after experiencing exhaustion a few days ago.

In the eyes of Gotham, it seems to have changed its appearance.

It is a paradise for criminals, an amusement park for the despicable, and a hunting ground for him.

But......

Rorschach looked at his dress, not to mention the rustic atmosphere, but still a picture of a student.

If it weren't for that substance-like temperament, it would have been a question of whether or not he could enter that restaurant just now.

There's no Batman here, that's okay.

When Rorschach walked out of the alley again, his three-dimensional facial features seemed to be covered with a white hood, and on his face, a few strands of black moved on the white "cloth".

Evil spirits are screaming and hungry, and yellow energy is thirsting to expand.

Then Rorschach should give the criminals of this city a new nightmare!