"What I desire is revenge, and revenge does not benefit the city."

Bruce sighed and continued to drink the coffee in his cup.

"Is Playboy Bruce Wayne more beneficial?"

Rorschach was a little puzzled, but decided to listen patiently to what Bruce had to say.

But Bruce didn't continue, and all he was left with was a long sigh.

"So, for this ridiculous reason, you gave up fighting crime?" Rorschach raised an eyebrow, a hint of sarcasm in his tone. "Did you know that at night in the East End, almost every alley is either a dirty deal, or an unlucky guy is cowering on the ground and kicking?"

Bruce didn't say a word, but drank the coffee from his cup.

"Let me guess, I opened a lot of champagne last night, but you didn't take a sip, and the ginger ale trick never goes out of style, does it?"

Rorschach looked at Bruce in front of him, and a few wisps of white had already climbed up his sideburns.

The years did leave a mark on the man's body, but it wasn't so noticeable.

He is still the greatest detective in the world, and he was able to find out the details of Rorschach in just a few seconds of meeting him.

Wayne Group's technological development has not been left behind.

What's more, this tendon meat does not have any out-of-shape and obesity.

"Although Batman is retired, Bruce Wayne is alive and well."

"Come on."

Rorschach waved his hand with a look of disgust.

"It sounds disgusting, as if you had hollowed out a man and stuffed it with a pile of scrap to claim that he was alive and well."

Bruce listened and hung his head.

Yes, a monster haunted his body, day and night, all the time, reminding him of what he really longed for.

But he has been patient, he has been restraining this instinct.

Over the years, nightmares have been repeated every night.

As he walked around the city, he always unconsciously walked to Crime Alley.

It hasn't changed, it's even older, it's more dilapidated.

Everything reminded him that the city had fallen into sin.

But his efforts did not make the city better, on the contrary, Gotham fell deeper into the quagmire of sin.

Joker, Riddler, Bane, Ventriloquist......

When he disappeared from public view, these supercriminals he put in prison disappeared.

This made him wonder whether the appearance of Batman was good or bad for Gotham.

"Just now, Arkham Asylum psychiatrist Bartholome Wapple announced that Harvey Dante's psychotherapy is nearing completion, and he can begin the discharge process after the recovery from cosmetic surgery is completed."

"Yes, we have not only saved his heart, but also restored his face, and I believe that with the help of modern medicine, Harvey will be able to give back to society."

"Harvey Dante, known in Gotham City as the 'Two-Faced Man', was once a good and upright prosecutor, and after experiencing half of his face, he believes that it was that disfigurement that brought out the evil side of his personality that had been hidden for a long time."

"He used a one-dollar coin as his symbol, with one side intact and the other damaged, to throw a coin into the air, deciding the life and death of the victim."

The untimely news suddenly rang out, interrupting Bruce's train of thought.

"You sponsored?"

Rorschach sucked into the once terrifying face of the two-faced man on TV.

With this level of disfigurement, the difficulty of repairing can be imagined, and this kind of expensive price and technology is not something that a former district prosecutor can afford.

Bruce nodded, silently watching the news on TV.

"Today, both physicians looked excited."

"Of course excited, Xavi is ready to declare to the world that he's fine."

"yes, he looks great."

"But Chief Gordon of the Gotham Police Department has a different opinion......"

Bruce didn't listen, he picked up the remote and turned off the TV.

"Follow me."

Bruce's words were short and crisp, as in every sortie he had before as a vigilante.

Noncommittal, Rorschach poured all the remaining wine from the glass into his mouth, then swallowed the puck in one gulp, chewing as he went.

Going down the hall of Wayne Manor is a long series of corridors.

Different from the brand new lobby, although it still reveals luxury, it also contains a vicissitudes of life.

The hall that can be seen at the entrance is nothing more than a disguise, and this is what Wayne Manor really looks like.

The celebrities and ladies who came here to the party were like water, and none of them might have seen such a scene.

"How did you disguise yourself in front of those criminals yesterday?"

Rao is Bruce Wayne, who has seen all kinds of super criminals and underground bosses, and will be a little curious after reading those files in the police department.

What kind of face, a mask, would scare the gotham bunch of gotham-gotham-gotham, delirious, crying and begging for mercy?

He turned his face away and saw Rorschach's "mask".

If it's just black and white, maybe it's not so terrifying, but on the conspicuous white fabric, those sometimes soothing, sometimes swift black movements, make people unforgettable after a glance.

"Creative, is this your original form?"

There was a rare hint of a smile on Bruce's face, which had been a long-term companion of depression.

He placed his palm on a handle, and at the end of the corridor in front of him, it slowly sank down, revealing the steps downward.

"No, you can understand that I want the criminals to remember me."

Rorschach stepped up, following Bruce as he walked down in front of him.

"It's more advanced than I thought it was......"

Rorschach originally thought that Batman should appear around the same time as Superman, that is, he debuted in his twenties.

But looking at the number of updates in this Batcave, I'm afraid that when he and Clark were just born, Batman had already appeared in Gotham.

Today, the other party is retired, and his brother is still dating a girl in high school.

This is the unevenness of the world......

Passing by the bat suit standing in the glass case, Rao and Rorschach stopped.

The overall bias is towards the black suit, which is suitable for moving in the dark, and is equipped with arm guards, belts, capes, etc......

Now it is placed in this confined space, waiting quietly in the glass enclosure.

Rorschach looked away and saw Bruce, who had also stopped.

"Let's go."

Bruce whispered, leading Rorschach to a "bed".

It was said that it was a bed, but Rorschach felt that it was more appropriate to describe it as a "coffin".

A figure as young as Rorschach lay quietly among the blue ice crystals.

His expression was pained, as if he was struggling with something.

"It's ...... Jason Todd? ”

Without Bruce's introduction, Rorschach figured out the answer on his own.