"Looks like I'm not waking up too late."

Jason raised an eyebrow and blew on the green smoke wafting from the muzzle of the gun.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......" Alfred coughed incessantly.

"It's okay, Ah Fu." Bruce hurriedly stepped forward.

Even if his smoke bomb was thrown in a helpless situation, and was quickly drained by the ventilation system in the bat cave.

But it was smoke after all, and even if Alfred was getting older, the parts of his body were already aging.

The smoke that can be hidden in the open realm is unavoidable, and in the closed bat cave, choking is unavoidable.

"It's okay......" Ah Fu wiped the saliva that was coughed up from the corner of his mouth, "It's the young master, a bullet hit you." ”

"It's just a stray bullet, and it doesn't go deep."

Bruce looked at his arm.

The exercise was useful, at least when the bullets reflected off the wall hit Bruce, he was stuck by the strong muscles, and did not go deeper, cutting through the blood vessels.

"There's a little bit of it in the back, too."

It's the steel ball from the shotgun that Ah Fu just fired.

However, these gadgets are not as powerful as the bullets of ordinary firearms, and they are only embedded in the surface of Bruce's skin.

"I'll do it."

Jason had expertly rummaged through the medical kit and pulled out pliers and medicine.

"But light, his bones just reset."

Ah Fu struggled to get up with his shotgun, and at this age, he still had to fight the enemy in close combat, and the burden on his body was still a little too great.

Thankfully, he was lucky not to be hit by a bullet.

"It's so strange, why did this group of people only use their guns for a short time?"

Jason scanned the bullet from Bruce's body with tweezers as he scanned the area.

Unlike Bruce, who barely uses firearms, and the original RobinDick Grayson, who has left Gotham.

Jason Todd is very good at using firearms, and it can even be said that he is basically the only one who uses all the firearms in the Batcave.

As soon as he returned to the Batcave, he heard gunshots.

But then, oddly enough, the firepower that had suppressed Bruce and Alfred did not last.

This is not in line with the habits of killers who use firearms.

"The MP5 submachine gun, which has no gun code, was bought from the black market, and the adjustment is very accurate."

After sprinkling the powder on Bruce's wound and wrapping it in a bandage, Jason picked out a few steel balls from Bruce's back.

He quickly examined the bullet casings on the ground and the bullet marks from the straf.

"But their firepower suppression is terrible, and compared to melee combat that can bounce off the batrang, it's less like a trained killer and more like a Gotham gang."

Bruce sensed something was wrong, too.

"Young Master......" Alfred's voice was already trembling.

"What?" Even when the adrenaline receded, Bruce endured the pain and rushed to the side of his butler.

You know, Alfred has been by Bruce's side over the years, and he can be regarded as seeing a lot of strange things.

Even for the citizens of Gotham, some things that are more like urban legends, Ah Fu has seen them.

What could make him so out of shape?

Bruce turned his head to look at it, and couldn't help but freeze in place.

At that moment, he only felt his throat being choked, and the resulting suffocation sensation made the blood in his whole body cool down.

The claw killer who slammed into the upper body with a shotgun was his own face under the mask!

"What's going on?"

Jason, who had just woken up, didn't expect to see such a surprising sight.

Talon's uniform was nowhere near as thick as the Bat suit, or even if it was thick enough, the impact of a shotgun sticking to his face would be enough to shake his internal organs apart.

"Who are you! What the hell are you here for? ”

Bruce almost lost his cool as he grabbed the clawed collar and roared.

The other party only tried to move his lips, but the blood caused by the damage to his internal organs kept pouring out of his mouth.

Finally, without making a sound, he cut off his breath on the ground.

"Damn!"

Bruce Wayne, since he returned to Gotham City, has not had a moment when he has lost his cool like he does now.

But it can't be helped, after all, it was a "self" who died in front of him.

In any case, this kind of thing is ridiculous.

Previously, when he was Batman, Bruce was also exposed to "Mudface", a super criminal who can transform himself into someone else, and he also had a headache for a while.

But his intuition told him that it didn't seem to be that simple.

Cloning, plastic surgery, or human skin masks?

There are all these possibilities, but ......

Bruce thought of the finger Rorschach had given him.

It was at this time that they entered the bat cave without any response from the alarm system......

What's more, they seem to be familiar with the facilities inside the bat cave, and can quickly react to the smoke bombs they throw.

"Dissection!"

Bruce's voice was unequivocal.

Moments later, on the dissecting table inside the bat cave.

"It's really...... Almost identical. ”

Jason frowned, it was not that there had never been a corpse lying on it, and there were many of them who died tragically, but it was the first time that such a strange situation had occurred.

It's like ...... Bruce is dissecting himself!

"There's no flaw, that's your ......"

"But...... Why is there a second ...... in this world? No, it may even be more than a second me. ”

Bruce's brow furrowed, and in the corner of the corpse's eye, a new discovery was made.

Laugh lines.

"He's laughed genuinely, at least for years."

"That's pretty much for sure, it's definitely not Bruce Wayne."

Even in this situation, Alfred did not forget to sarcastically say a word to his young master.

Even after two years of retirement, Bruce never really laughed at a party or anything.

The most he wears on his face is that kind of polite smile.

Whenever the guests dispersed, or when the activities belonging to high society were over, he would become apathetic again, and he would be in a daze on the sofa.

It seems that the ghost of "Batman" has never left his body.

"There have been traces of smoking in the lungs, and there are a lot of them, and the muscle density of the body has been greatly reduced, although it is still very strong on the surface, but the actual combat ability has been greatly reduced."

Alfred didn't stop working, and he and Bruce continued to work.

"There were injection pinholes on the body, but there were no signs of fighting, and there was even alcohol in the stomach."

"Looks like he's been really happy."

Bruce looked at the corpse on the dissecting table, and in the last moments of his life, he was not indignant at the loss of life,

On the contrary, the expression on his face was incredibly relaxed.

Like ...... Completely relieved from a kind of pain.