Chapter 5 In the world
Late at night.
Bane and his men left their hideout and walked the streets of Gotham City's ghetto.
In ordinary people's imagination, the big villain is usually a burly man who is as strong as an ox and looks like he can eat three children in one meal.
And actually...
Yes, Bane is such a person.
But even so, in Gotham, some desperate people will seek help from such vicious freaks.
For example, now.
"Excuse me, can you save my mother?"
A little girl stared blankly at the muscular monster as tall as a mountain looking down, and could not help but timidly grab the puppet in her hand.
It was a stuffed animal picked from the trash can, and it matched her shabby clothes very well.
"My mom had cancer and she needed medicine, she was in so much pain. People said only God could help her."
She trembled and looked at Bain with hopeful eyes.
"can you help me?"
Bain stopped his men who wanted to move forward to drive the little girl away.
"Where is your home?"
The little girl pointed to the dilapidated house behind her.
Bain walked in.
A few minutes later, Bain came out and wiped the brains and blood on his hands.
"Your mother will never suffer anymore... just bury her."
"...Stop asking others for help rashly, otherwise the sufferings of the world will automatically come to your door."
He raised his head slightly and saw the eastern sky. The stars in the sky were hidden under the dark skirt.
Bain said:
"There is no God here...but Bane is here."
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The night in Gotham is so quiet, full of tombstone-like peace.
The gray rain with a light sour smell intersects with the haze filled with industrial waste gas under the neon lights. Deadshot stood on the rooftop of the building and saw Gotham City grinning in the misty drizzle.
On the street, a car roared past, splashing mud and water on passers-by. The passerby immediately took out a submachine gun from his arms and fired directly at the car going away, click, click, click, click...
The people in this city are too exaggerated.
Deadshot thought as he skillfully took out an anti-tank rocket launcher and mortar from his bag.
He gestured with his thumb to the distant building, measuring the distance and wind speed.
"I must remind you, Deadshot, that my mission requires not a single casualty."
The employer's voice came through the headset.
"Ventriloquist, you have been a gangster for so many years. How did you come up with such a superhero-like requirement of not killing people?"
"A bad guy should look like a bad guy."
Deadshot complained and set up the mortar on the edge of the rooftop: "If you weren't a regular customer, I would have thought you were Batman's informant."
"Speaking of which, that new doll in your hand - you haven't really surrendered to Batman, have you? Didn't Batman give you a Robin uniform without pants?"
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Mortars were fired, creating deadly parabolas in the air, and the voices of ventriloquists were heard at the same time.
"Deduct money for dead people."
"Okay, okay, I understand, don't worry."
Deadshot licked his lips and raised his anti-tank rocket launcher.
boom!
The rockets arrived first, and they had a French wet kiss with the mortar shells on the roof of the building.
boom!
In the loud noise, the roof of the building was torn open like an opened can and exploded to pieces, revealing the panic-stricken enemies below like ants.
"Look, I told you, I will bring the Mad Hatter to you intact."
Deadshot took out his sniper rifle, but made no move: "But now, my employer..."
"Because of your distrust, I don't want to do this deal anymore."
"?what?"
"Shocked by this, I'm afraid the Mad Hatter will hide. If he wants to catch him again, it will probably be 10 times more difficult. And Gotham is a city covered by Batman, and mercenaries who are willing to come here are not. many."
"This employer, you don't want to fail to complete the task, right?"
"...That's enough! Tell me the conditions directly."
Deadshot looked at the sky at a 45-degree angle and said without hesitation, with righteous words, clear enunciation and awe-inspiring justice:
"You have to pay more."
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The night is like a girl who has taken off her clothes, sincerely and passionately entangled with the city.
The Cheshire Cat gracefully strolled down the empty corridors of Gotham Heights High School, with police sirens and the panicked shouts of countless people outside the window.
"I must remind you, madam, the target of this mission [Mr. Zass] is a deadly killer just like you."
The ventriloquist's voice came from the headset - oh no, it should be the voice of the bat doll on his left hand.
"I have no doubt that you can defeat him, but my requirement is to ensure the safety of every student hostage. Therefore, you must first separate Zas and those female students, and then fight..."
"Oh, really?"
The Cheshire Cat's slender fingers traced her waist and the touching white greasy on her chest, and stopped on her smiling cat mask.
"I don't think it's so troublesome. Don't you?"
"What are you talking about-"
"She's not talking to you."
The cold moonlight mixed with the red and blue light of the police lights shone on the killer rising from the shadows.
Dense scars were etched on his burly muscles.
Victor Zsasz, one of Gotham's famous villains.
His eyes stopped on the woman's graceful figure:
"Why don't you let me see you, ma'am?"
"Oh no, you know that."
The female killer turned around.
"Cat never takes off her mask - especially in front of a naked exhibitionist."
A short sword appeared in the opponent's empty palm.
The Cheshire Cat sighed. She took out a telescopic knife from the back, and then took out many shurikens from the front and center, like a hamster pouring out its stored food.
Then she tilted her head.
"Catfight?"
Gotham's famous exhibitionist and serial killer "Mr. Zass" showed a twisted smile:
"Cat Quest."
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In the Batcave beneath Wayne Manor, Chen Tao was using a ventriloquist's voice to remotely micromanage the mercenaries like a bald man.
"...That's enough! Tell me the conditions directly. What? Do you need to pay more?"
He waved his hand and made a big-dog voice: "Add, you can add anything!"
He turned his head and saw the third generation Robin Tim Drake angrily holding a piece of paper in front of him, which read:
"Batman, I still can't believe you didn't take me with you and instead paid those mercenaries to help you deal with Bane!"
The real ventriloquist squats in the corner with an innocent face, trying to pretend that he is a real dog.
Tim looked at him and felt that his fists were hardened, but after all, it was not easy to beat him in front of Batman for no reason.
So young Robin could only clench his white porcelain teeth and continued to write with grief and anger: "And not only did you bring home the bad guys from outside, you also made phone calls with other bad guys in front of me! !”
Batman hung up the phone and sighed.
The third generation Robin was silent for a while.
he asked:
"Is it because of Paul? (Jean Paul, the Angel of Death killed by Bane above)"
"Not exactly." Chen Tao replied, "Listen to me."
He turned around, grabbed the other person's shoulders, and looked directly into Robin's eyes.
"I'm planning to retire."
"Wha...what?" This unreasonable answer confused Robin.
"Youth must pass away, Tim. Youth is gone, golden cups are gone, old dreams are gone. Batman is just a dream that an eight-year-old boy doesn't want to wake up from... and now it's time to wake up from that dream."
"I'm going to do one last thing for Gotham and live a normal life, the life I deserve. And so do you, Tim."
"You are academically successful, extremely smart, and have a father and a mother."
"You have no idea how rare this is!"
"You deserve all the good things in this world. You deserve to go to school and meet the one one day."
"She'll have blond hair and ocean blue eyes, or burgundy hair... Her last name might be Gordon, her last name might be Brown, but one day her last name will be Drake."
"You will get to know each other and fall in love, my child... Such a young and pure love is something I will never have the chance to do again."
"It's time for us all to escape this nightmare."
With a clang, the tray in Alfred's hand behind them fell to the ground and shattered.
He covered his face and cried with joy.
"Is this true, Bruce? Am I really not dreaming - Bruce?"