Chapter 1167 Professor (30)

"Your father is Drake..." Batman's deep voice sounded in the dark alley.

He recalled that Drake was a famous businessman in Gotham, and the Drake family was also a famous merchant family in Gotham. They originally came from the UK and are now engaged in car import business.

Because he always complained that left-hand drive cars were difficult to drive, he got a nickname called "Right-hand drive Drake". He was honest and helpful. Of course, he was able to get along well in the city of Gotham, and he had a close relationship with the gang bosses, and he could often help them get all kinds of luxury cars.

Drake protected his family very well, so the outside world had hardly heard of his family situation. If Tim hadn't brought it up himself, even Bruce wouldn't know that the Drake family was actually an only son.

This is rare among the rich in Gotham. In a city with such a safe situation, it is very likely that there will be no descendants if only one child is born. However, Batman soon discovered that the son of old Drake was not simple.

Tim first introduced himself quickly, then stuck his head out from Batman's side and shouted at the end of the alley: "Oh my God! Is that Dick? Dick Grayson? Aren't you the ballet boy from Palm Tree Middle School? Were you attacked too?!"

Tim ran towards Dick so fast that even Batman couldn't catch him. After he ran over, he helped Dick up. Dick was still a little dazed. He looked at Tim's face and thought for a while, then said: "I remember... You are the little Drake in the elementary school. On the third day of school, you drove a luxury car."

"Yes, it was me! But it wasn't me who did it. My dad said he had to support me." Tim showed a somewhat embarrassed expression on his face.

But Dick was more embarrassed than him. He didn't expect to meet an acquaintance here. Did Tim see his embarrassment just now?

Tim helped Dick walk back to Batman and said to him quickly, "Dick and I were classmates for a while, but he transferred to another school soon. I remember that he was a good student, could dance and sing, and was especially liked by the teacher."

Batman's eyebrows relaxed slightly when he heard this, but then Tim's next sentence made him frown again. Tim let go of Dick's hand and shrugged.

"But you know, in junior high school, such children are not popular with their peers. My friends in the senior grade nicknamed him the ballet boy, saying that he is a sissy, but I don't think so, because I was also sent to learn dancing when I was a child. It takes a lot of strength to dance ballet well."

Batman's eyes fell on Dick, but Dick turned his head away and didn't look at him. Tim noticed the awkward atmosphere between them and said in surprise: "So you know each other? I thought you were just saved by Batman passing by."

Dick then remembered that he couldn't let Tim find out that he was actually Batman's adopted son, because if so, Batman would be exposed as Bruce Wayne. So he turned his head and coughed a few times, pretending to glance at the puppet lying on the ground casually, and asked: "This What is going on? What is that monster? "

Batman looked at Tim, and Tim scratched his head and said, "I don't know. I'm going to a banquet tomorrow, so my dad is going to pick me up tonight. Palm Tree Primary School is not far from here. Not long after we drove out of the school, our car had a flat tire. "

"My dad's driver, Uncle Willard, got out of the car to check the situation and found that someone seemed to have sprinkled nails on the road. We changed the tires of the car, but we were afraid of blocking traffic on the main road, so we drove into this alley first. Unexpectedly, this monster suddenly fell from the sky and attacked Uncle Willard. "

But from the appearance, Tim may only be a third or fourth grade elementary school student. His speech speed is always very fast, but the pronunciation of each word is very clear, and the expression is also very logical. It doesn't look like a child of this age at all.

At this time, Willard came over with a limp, and there was still a little fear on his face. When he walked, he deliberately avoided the monster, but when he walked in front of Tim, his fat body deliberately blocked Tim and Batman.

"Sir, thank you so much for saving me and little Tim. I will tell Mr. Drake when I go back and let him thank you!"

"But it's too late now. I have to send him back to Drake Manor quickly, otherwise his parents will be worried."

He showed Batman a flattering smile, which seemed a little humble, but Batman didn't mean to let him go. Instead, he looked into his eyes and said, "When you got out of the car to check the tire, where did the monster fall from?"

"This... I don't know." Willard shook his head and said with some embarrassment: "At that time, I was about to open the trunk of the car to take the tire, and I heard a noise behind me. I turned my head and saw this horrible monster."

"I screamed and just wanted to turn around and run away, but I tripped and fell to the ground, and then you came."

"You wanted to turn around and run away, but you tripped. So why were you lying on your back when we came, instead of lying on your stomach?" Batman narrowed his eyes and stared at Willard.

Willard was stunned for a moment, then said: "I just wanted to turn around, but I didn't succeed. I fell to the ground sideways at first, but I wanted to move back, so I fell on my butt."

"Since you turned around after hearing the noise and saw the appearance of this monster, then why did you scream and almost faint after we came?"

"Uh... because this monster is really scary, and... and when I just turned around, I didn't see what he looked like. After you came, you used the flashlight to illuminate this side, and I saw the details clearly. It's really a bit too scary, isn't it?" Willard explained.

"The most suspicious thing is..." Batman stepped forward, looked at Willard and said, "Why are you standing here and accepting my questioning, instead of taking out a gun from the car next to you and pointing it at my head, telling me not to waste your time? Are you really Gotham's driver?"

Willard's face slowly darkened, and then he showed a cold and cruel smile that Batman felt somewhat familiar, and slowly stepped back two steps, looking at Batman's face and said, "You are worthy of your reputation, Batman."

"Dare to be in the city of Gotham?" Vigilantes really need to have some skills. "Villard continued to retreat and was about to bump into Tim behind him. Just as Batman took out the batarang, Willard said slowly: "You don't want to see the young master of the Drake family become a part of my lovely work, right?"

"Bang! !"

"Ah! ! !"

Villard, who was originally full of sneers, fell to the ground, holding his shoulder, and behind him, the little Tim, holding a shotgun that was completely inconsistent with his body, looked at Willard who was rolling on the ground and screaming with a mocking expression.

Dick and Bruce both opened their eyes wide, but Tim slowly put down his gun and looked at Willard and said, "You don't think you haven't been discovered, do you? You can fool my dad, but you can't fool me."

"You deliberately faked a car accident, killed my dad's original driver, and took advantage of the situation to take me to and from school."

"One night, I saw a figure sneaking through the garden and heading to the garage through the upstairs window. I knew it was you at a glance, because when you walk, your left foot is always a little bigger than your right foot."

"The next day, on my way home from school, I encountered a car explosion. You risked your life to save me and earned my father's trust."

"But what you don't know is that I have been exposed to all kinds of cars with my father since I was a child, and I know the structure and parts of the vehicles very well."

"When you threw me to the ground, I happened to see that the chassis of the vehicle had been tampered with, and only you have the garage key and the right hand. Suspicious signs indicate that he has the conditions to commit a crime. "

Tim smiled, stretched out his hand, flicked the window behind him with two fingers, and said, "I pestered my dad and said that I liked this car, not because I really liked the color of its paint, but because there was a gun hidden under the back seat of this car... I hid it there."

Villard hammered the ground hard, his face flushed, veins popped, and he gritted his teeth and said, "You damn little bastard! !"

The next second, Tim raised his gun and aimed at his head again, shouting, "If you don't want your head to explode, be careful when you talk to me, you soft-hearted outsider!"

Dick was stunned by the scene in front of him. He didn't understand how things suddenly turned out like this.

The fat driver who looked like a victim and was kind and honest turned out to be the murderer, and Tim, who was still in elementary school and looked powerless, actually took out a big gun and shot him, and was going to smash his head.

Batman reached out his hand to stop Tim's action. He was about to walk forward to pick up Willard, but the puppet, which was lying on the ground and seemed to be motionless, suddenly turned over again, took out a smoke bomb from his chest, and smashed it on the ground.

In an instant, smoke filled the air, and Batman's action was a beat slower. A dark shadow emerged from behind the wall on the right side of the alley. Willard stood up and staggered to the wall. He was dragged over the wall by the dark shadow, and the puppet disappeared.

When Batman chased after them, he found that the three of them had disappeared. He wanted to chase them, but then he thought that there were still two children left in the alley. If the other party was luring the tiger away from the mountain, Dick and Tim would be in danger. After a little thought, Batman decided to return.

At this time, Tim had already opened the car door, threw the gun back into the car, and said to Batman and Dick, "Let's go, drive my car."

Batman walked to the driver's seat, Dick and Tim sat in the back seat, and as soon as the car started, Tim looked at Dick and said, "Batman is actually Bruce Wayne, right?"

Dick's expression froze immediately, but Tim shook his head and said, "It's not hard to guess. The moment the smoke bomb erupted just now, you made a defensive posture, which was a bit like the Robin kid who often followed Batman around Gotham City before."

Batman drove while listening to their discussion. He didn't deny it, but Tim chattered, "Don't worry, I will never tell anyone. You are too lucky, right?! You can actually be Batman's assistant. I dream of doing this!"

After that, he grabbed the back of the front seat again, stretched his head and said to Batman, "Can't I really be your assistant? I admire you very much!"

"No." Batman refused without thinking, He said, "I'll take you home now."

Tim immediately lowered his head in frustration, but soon, his words made Batman waver a little, because Tim said:

"I have been particularly interested in those murders since I was a child. When I saw the process of the crime and the photos of the crime scene, I would simulate the process of the murderers in my mind. When I saw the answer to the puzzle, I found that what they did was almost the same as I thought."

"Sometimes, I am really anxious for those policemen. They can't see such a simple clue. Sometimes, I really want to go on the scene myself."

Batman was about to speak, but Tim's next sentence made him and Dick sweat.

"Sometimes I think, these policemen are so stupid, if I were on the scene, I would definitely be able to make a perfect murder case!"

Instantly, the car made a sharp turn, and Tim was shaken and hit the door next to him. Then, he covered his head, looked at the street outside, and said, "Why did you turn? Aren't you going to my house?"

"Your home is too far away, go to Wayne Manor to stay for one night, and tomorrow morning, I will contact your father to pick you up."

"Okay, but can't I really be your assistant?"

"... Let's talk about it tomorrow."

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