Chapter 746: Dark Shadows (Part 2)

"...I've said it before, that weirdo is not a good guy." A fat man leaned back in his chair, shaved his teeth with a toothpick, and said, "Don't you think it sounds ridiculous to save people unconditionally in Gotham?"

Another gentleman sitting opposite him was thinner, but from the details of his cufflinks and watch, he was richer than the fat man. He cleared his throat and said, "This is exactly what I'm worried about. I have no prejudice against gangs. In the shipping industry, I have seen many local gangs. As long as I feed them, my ship will be safe."

"But what I fear most is those unemployed young people who gather in groups of three or two. They don't read good books, don't do their jobs, think about petty theft all day, and occasionally cause big trouble. Since the mast of one of my ships was blown off by them, I will never allow anyone under the age of 20 to approach my ship."

Next to him, a gorgeous lady wiped the corner of her mouth with a handkerchief and said, "Yes, those gangsters are the most terrible. In my opinion, Batman is the most terrible. "The same is true" "I know, the most popular saying in college communities, the group of simple boys feel that going out to do heroes is a hero, so I can do whatever they want. I do n’t agree with this approach. Miss was the best education, but I see, the Batman was not so kind, and he said that he was saving people, but who did he save? : "I have never listened to the students of the Women's School that their friends or family members have been rescued by Batman. It seems that he is just a virtual name, and this time, it is estimated that he can't bear it." Oh, lady, are you attending the women's school? "The even thinner gentleman asked. "Yes." Miss Gode nodded modestly and said, "It is a girls' school run by the church. I have been studying in the church school, Mr. Witt."

Mr. Witt smiled and looked at Mrs. Gode and said, "Actually, I came to Gotham this time for the play performed by the Angelica Theater. I watched their performance of La Traviata at the Metropolitan Theater and I have been thinking about it. The performance was so wonderful."

"Such a tasteful drama should of course invite ladies to enjoy it. I wonder if you and Miss Gode can go with us to watch a performance brought by the Angelica Theater?"

Mrs. Gode smiled and nodded modestly, and several people at the table smiled with satisfaction.

Just then, the door was knocked, and Mrs. Gode nodded to the waiter. The waiter walked up, opened the door, and Cobert walked in.

More than a year later, his body has grown a lot. Because his face is more mature and he dresses exactly like an adult, it is almost impossible to tell that he is very young.

Copperhead stepped forward, shook hands with Mr. Witt and said, "How was your dining experience, ladies and gentlemen?"

"Very good, Mr. Copperhead, the ingredients are very fresh, but I must say that it is a bit too noisy downstairs. How can those porters eat in the same restaurant with us?" The fat man spoke first.

Mrs. Goth also chimed in: "Yes, when I came in, their noise almost broke my eardrums. I have never seen so many uncultured people gathered together in my life. God, if my daughter hadn't insisted on coming here to try something new, I would never come to such a place in my life!"

Cobolt lowered his head and smiled and said: "Don't say that, Madam, I allowed them to come in because you are so kind. You can think of this place as a charity hall. Every consumption you make here is equivalent to charity."

Mrs. Goth's brows loosened a little, pursed her lips and nodded and said: "In this case, then consider it my kindness. Before I came, I saw that the waiters on the first floor were still children. Please bring some tips for me later, just pity them."

Speaking of this, Little Goth Sister made a cross on her chest and said, "I feel so sad for the poor little girl mentioned in the headline today. She fell into the hands of bad guys and died on a cold night. I am willing to hold a choir for her this weekend. I hope more people will come to mourn her..."

Miss Goede winked at her mother, and Mrs. Goede covered her mouth and said, "My poor Belle is always so sentimental. Mr. Witt, why don't we go to her school to listen to the choir after watching the play?"

"Of course, ma'am, my son is also kind-hearted."

The two exchanged glances, showed satisfied expressions, and chatted with Cobblepot again. This time, they talked about the comedy to be performed.

But in the middle of the conversation, a waiter suddenly came in and said a few words to Cobblepot with a frightened expression on his face. Cobblepot turned his head and glanced at him, then smiled and said to others:

"A newly opened restaurant will always face all kinds of troubles, right? An untrained novice broke a sculpture in my office and is now crying. I have to deal with this matter. Let's talk first..."

After that, he left, and after the door was closed, Mr. Witt shook his head and said, "This boss is very humorous, but unfortunately, he has no vision in business..."

Several other people echoed, but Cobblepot, who had already walked upstairs, did not hear it.

In the office on the top floor, a dark figure was standing in front of the window. The waiter stood outside the door, pointed at the dark figure with a trembling hand, and said to Cobblepot: "Boss, should we call someone first? It seems to be Batman..."

"No, you go out first, I will talk to him alone." Cobblepot said.

"But, doesn't the newspaper say that Batman is a vicious child killer? Boss, let's call someone first." The waiter looked into the door and said tremblingly.

Cobblepot stared at him with his eyes, and the waiter's voice became smaller and smaller, and then he stopped talking. After turning around and leaving, he made a gesture to Cobblepot, meaning "Call me anytime."

Cobblepot walked into the room, knocked on his desk, looked at Batman and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"What did you do?" Batman asked.

Cobblepot stared at him silently, and Batman spoke again, "You are making up news to frame me. The editor-in-chief of the newspaper told me that you asked him to publish that article."

"Batman, you don't think you don't have to pay any price after losing to me, do you?" Cobblepot sneered and said, "You and I know that if you lose, this is the price you need to pay, ruined reputation, and cursed by thousands of people."

"You are fabricating facts and deliberately framing." Batman said.

Cobblepot lowered his head, then raised it again, looked at Batman and said: "Isn't what I said true? You killed that child, and her body should be buried in a grave on the outskirts of Gotham now."

"In addition, the children you sent to the hospital have not improved, and another child has gone into shock. He is being rescued in the intensive care unit. If nothing unexpected happens, his life will not be saved."

"Don't tell me that the bright and great Batman thinks this situation is not a failure." Cobblepot tapped the table again and said: "You should have investigated my restaurant before you came. The children I took away are all living well."

"Yes, they are still malnourished, have to work every day, and have no salary, but you can try now to see if you can take them away. If you succeed, you win." Cobblepot looked at Batman with a provocative look.

Batman would not fall into such a trap easily. Cobblepot was instigating him to rob people in public, which would confirm his current bad reputation. He stepped forward, stared into Cobblepot's eyes and said, "No matter what, fabricating facts and distorting reports are crimes."

"Do you want to arrest me?" Cobblepot bared his teeth at him, and then suddenly turned and ran out the door.

Batman's anger reached its peak, and he chased him directly. Cobblepot was more familiar with the terrain. He ran down the stairs, and Batman knocked down the waiter waiting on the road, and did not see him hurriedly get up to find the phone.

As soon as he ran to the fifth floor, Cobblepot fell in the corridor. He screamed in pain, causing several VIP room doors to open.

At this time, Batman rushed down, grabbed Cobblepot's collar, and punched him.

But the fist didn't even land on Cobblepot, Cobblepot started screaming, and the guests also screamed. Batman heard a familiar voice, it was his neighbor, Mrs. Goethe, screaming:

"Oh my God! Mr. Oswald!! He was held hostage by Batman! Quick, go and call someone! This should be the jurisdiction of the Spencer family, go and call their thugs!!!"

"Batman! What are you doing?! You dare to kill the owner of this restaurant in public, are you crazy?!!"

"Quick, quick, quick! Call the police! The police in Gotham are no longer the useless ones before! They have heavy firepower! Call! Just say Batman wants to kill someone!!!"

Batman didn't touch Cobblepot at all, but Cobblepot rolled on the ground and screamed. Those guests who were farther away didn't see what was going on at all, and started to yell.

Batman looked at them, let go of Cobblepot's collar, looked at him coldly, and jumped out of the window.

Ten minutes later, Gordon opened the door to the rooftop and walked towards Batman who was standing on the edge of the building. He sighed and said, "Batman, what happened in that report and what just happened? What's going on?"

Batman stood silently on the edge of the rooftop. Gordon walked up to him and said, "You went a little too far today. Many upper-class people saw your performance. They thought you would endanger their safety, so they put a lot of pressure on the Gotham Police Department and asked us to take you away for investigation."

"If I didn't have some status in the police department, you might have been wanted by now. After all, the Iceberg Restaurant had just opened and there was a lot of traffic there, and you beat Oswald in public..."

"I didn't beat him." Batman said.

"Batman, we haven't talked like this for a long time. I'm not going to lecture you, but I have to say that you should calm down and think about what you are doing."

"Yes, I believe you won't do bad things. If a little girl really died, it might be an accident, or just a little mistake, but you should also think about how to do good things. If we keep going like this, we will all be in pain."

"Why don't you use this to persuade yourself?" Batman said, "You should do good things in a different way. There is no need to stay in Gotham."

"You are talking angrily, Batman. You know that this is not the same thing at all. If your emotions are not out of control, I believe you will not do it in public. Cobblepot did it, and since you did it, it means that you may have some troubles recently. "

Gordon sighed and said, "You don't have to push yourself too hard, and you don't have to solve all the crimes in Gotham overnight. Sometimes, you have to learn to return to life. You still have to live, don't you?"

Before Gordon turned and left, he said, "Go back to your manor and live there peacefully for a few days. Don't show up again these few nights, otherwise, your name will appear on the wanted list."

After Gordon left, Batman could hear the howling cold wind of Gotham at night, and at this time, another footsteps came, a whip wrapped around Batman's waist, followed by a warm body.

"Dear, I've been looking for you for a few days, where have you been?" Catwoman's voice sounded, she said, "You look a little unhappy?"

"You should read the newspaper." Batman said calmly without turning his head.

"I saw it, but so what? I don't believe it was you." Catwoman put her arms around Batman's neck and said, "In my opinion, you are a goody-goody who would rather sacrifice your own time to save people."

"If you really didn't succeed in saving people, it means that something might have happened, but it's definitely not intentional. Compared to me, you seem to love those strangers who are not saved more, right? My Jesus?"

Catwoman's teasing tone was faintly heard in Batman's ears, but it made him angry. He couldn't stand Catwoman always treating everything like a game.

He pulled Catwoman's hand away, took her whip off his body, and then pushed her away, saying, "You don't have to see me. It's the same if we go to the amusement park."

"Please? What for?" Catwoman was confused by him. She said, "We haven't seen each other for more than a week. Don't you want to go for a ride with me? Just like before, racing on the rooftops of Gotham?"

"Selina." Batman turned around and called her name, saying, "Not everyone can look at everything that happens to them with such a frivolous attitude like you."

Catwoman stared at Batman and said, "Have you ever thought that maybe you are too serious?"

After that, she took two steps back, flicked the whip in the air, and then turned and left.

Batman took a deep breath and closed his eyes in pain. Everyone around him had the same attitude, but he firmly believed that he was right.

He should have a plan for everything, should try to increase the success rate of the plan as much as possible, should try to reflect, summarize, do better, and keep everything under his control. This is not too serious, this is the basis for being a good Batman.

Batman stood on the roof of the building, overlooking the lights of Gotham. At this moment, he saw that a robbery had occurred in a nearby store, and he jumped down to deal with the gangster.

But the store owner who was originally screaming, after seeing his figure, picked up the gun and pointed the gun at him, and he shouted:

"Batman? It's Batman! Get out! Get out of my store! Otherwise, I will call the police!!!"

Batman only wanted to subdue the gangster, but the store owner's shouting had called out the owners of other stores. They all had guns. A hot-tempered store owner aimed directly at Batman and fired a shot.

Batman rolled to avoid the bullet and instinctively threw a bat dart in that direction. The store owner who fired the gun dodged in a panic. The bat dart brushed his hair and was deeply embedded in the sign of the gate.

Batman's back, the shop owner's panicked expression, and the shop sign with a big hole in it were all frozen on the front page of the next day's newspaper.

Picking up the newspaper from the neighbor's mailbox again, Bruce sighed and looked back at Wayne Manor. He thought, maybe Batman should take a few days off.

What happened in the past few days made him too tired, and he couldn't even concentrate. On the way back last night, he was scratched by a stray bullet from a gang fight. During the recovery period, he could collect evidence to redeem his reputation.

When he returned to Wayne Manor, there was no Alfred in the hall, which made Bruce frown. In the past, Alfred would add firewood to the fireplace at this time.

Just as he was walking through the hall to the back garden, he suddenly heard a violent cough.

He saw that at the corner of the corridor of the manor, Alfred was leaning against the wall, coughing violently and retching.

His old and somewhat hunched body slowly squatted against the wall, and his originally very straight dress had many wrinkles due to his movements.

Bruce widened his eyes and hurried over. He helped Alfred up and asked, "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Alfred shook his head and said: No, the temperature has dropped recently, and I have a little cold, but I have taken medicine, and maybe I will recover soon. "

"We have to go to the hospital. "Bruce looked at him very seriously and said, "This doesn't look like a minor cold!"

As he said that, he supported Alfred, helped him into the car, and then went all the way to the hospital.

Ten minutes later, only Bruce walked out of the hospital with a diagnosis sheet, which said "severe cold", which might be caused by being caught in the rain.

Bruce did not forget that before, when Aisha ran out, Alfred was very anxious. The umbrella he picked up was relatively small, and there was a strong wind outside at that time.

It is almost impossible to cover the whole body with an umbrella while running. When Alfred came back, Bruce was still driving drunk outside, so he did not see Alfred's wet clothes, and did not send him to the hospital immediately.

Standing in front of the hospital, Bruce looked up, looked at the gloomy sky of Gotham, and clenched the diagnosis sheet in his hand.

He didn't understand why he messed up everything.

Batman's reputation was damaged, and people have The Joker would no longer listen to him. He has become a street rat in Gotham. Perhaps he will be wanted by the police soon.

Dick would rather live in the school than come back. Elsa is still angry with him. Alfred is hospitalized for a severe cold. Schiller is disappointed with him for his drunkenness and racing. Gordon feels that he cannot communicate with him. Catwoman is also angry with him and leaves.

Standing on the sunless streets of Gotham City, Bruce puts his hands to cover his eyes and then slowly squats down.

He messed up Batman's life and Bruce's life.

At this moment, Bruce feels an irresistible despair engulfing him, because he knows that he is alone again.

At this moment, Bruce suddenly feels that a shadow covers the ground in front of him. When he looks up, he sees a pale smiling face.

"What do I see?" The Joker tilted his head, made a crying face, and said, "... a sad little bat! Oh! Come here, let me hug you! Hahahahahahahahaha!!! "

The clown laughed and opened his arms, and his arms were full of bombs.

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