Bane and his men left the hideout and walked on the streets of Gotham City's slums.
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.
In fact...
Yes, Bain 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 weirdo who was as tall as a mountain looking down, and couldn't help but timidly grabbed the puppet in her hand.
It was a doll picked from the trash can, and it matched her shabby clothes very well.
"My mother has cancer and she needs medicine. She is in so much pain. People say only God can help her."
She trembled and looked at Bain with hopeful eyes.
"Can you help me?"
Bain stopped his men who wanted 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 off the brain matter and blood on his hands.
"Your mother will never be in pain again... just bury her."
"...Stop asking others for help rashly, otherwise the suffering in 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."
The night is still young.
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The night in Gotham is so quiet, full of peace like tombstones.
The gray rain with a faint sour smell intertwined with the smog filled with industrial waste gas under the neon lights. Standing on the rooftop of the building, Deadshot saw Gotham City smiling ferociously in the misty drizzle.
On the street, a car roared past, splashing mud and water all over the passersby. The passerby immediately took out a submachine gun from his arms and fired directly at the car going away, click, click, click… p>
The people in this city are too exaggerated.
Deathshooter thought this while skillfully taking 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, my mission requirement is not to have 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 not to kill 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 really didn't surrender to Batman, did Batman? Didn't Batman give you a Robin uniform without pants?"
Empty!
The mortar was fired, drawing a fatal parabola in the air, and the voice of the ventriloquist was also heard at the same time.
"Deduct money for dead people."
"Okay, okay, I understand, don't worry."
Deadshot licked his lips and raised the anti-tank rocket launcher.
Bang!
The rockets arrived first, and they had a French wet kiss with the mortar bombs 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 enemy like ants below.
"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?"
"After being shocked like this, I'm afraid the Mad Hatter will hide. If he wants to catch him again, it will probably be 10 times more difficult. Moreover, Gotham is a city covered by Batman, and mercenaries who are willing to come here are not
"More."
"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, without thinking, spoke righteously, spoke clearly, and said righteously:
"You have to pay more."
The night is still young.
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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 walked gracefully in the empty corridors of Gotham Heights High School, while outside the window could be heard the sound of police sirens and the panicked shouts of countless people.
"I must remind you, madam, the target of this mission [Mr. Zass] is a deadly killer just like you."
The ventriloquist 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 that troublesome, right?"
"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 shines on the killer who rises from the shadows.
Dense scars are 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 your beauty, ma'am?"
"Oh no, you know."
The female killer turns around.
"A 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?" (Catfight?)
Gotham's famous exhibitionist and serial killer "Mr. Zass" showed a twisted smile:
"Cat Quest."(Cat Quest.)
The night is still young.
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In the Batcave underground in Wayne Manor, Chen Tao is using the voice of a ventriloquist to micro-manage the mercenaries remotely 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 for no reason in front of Batman.
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 of 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 plan to retire."
"What...what?" This unreasonable answer confused Robin.
"Youth must pass away, Tim. The youth is gone, the gold cup is gone, and old dreams are hard to bear. Batman is just a dream that an eight-year-old child doesn't want to wake up from... and now it's time to wake up from the dream."
"I want to do one last thing for Gotham and live a normal life, the life I deserve. So do you, Tim."
"You are academically successful, smart, and have a father and a mother."
"You have no idea how rare this is!"
"You should be worthy of all the good things in this world. You should go to school and meet your one day."
"She will have blond hair and ocean blue eyes, or burgundy hair... Her last name may be Gordon, or 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 bang, the tray in Alfred's hand behind them fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.
He covered his face and cried happily.
"Is this real? Bruce? Am I really not dreaming - Bruce?"