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

?”

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

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

Come up.

"My dear, I've been looking for you for several days. Where have you been?" Catwoman's voice sounded, and 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 that's you." Catwoman put her arms around Batman's neck and said, "In my opinion, you are a bad person. You would rather sacrifice your time to have fun.

I have to save people."

"If you really didn't succeed in saving people, it means there may have been an accident, but it was definitely not your intention. You seem to love those unsaved strangers more than me, right? My Jesus

?”

….

Catwoman's teasing tone loomed 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, then pushed her away and said, "You don't have to see me. It's the same when you go to the amusement park."

"Please? What are you doing?" 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, in Gotham's building

Top race?"

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

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

After saying that, she took two steps back, flicked her whip out of thin air, and then turned around 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, and should improve the success rate of the plan as much as possible. He should work hard to reflect, summarize, do better, and keep everything under his control. This is not too serious.

It’s the foundation of wanting to be a good Batman.

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

But when the store owner who was screaming saw him, he picked up the gun and pointed it at him. 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 gangsters, but the store owner's shouting had already called out the other store owners. They all had guns. A grumpy store owner aimed directly at Batman and fired.

Batman rolled to avoid the bullet, and instinctively threw a batarang in that direction. The store owner who fired the shot hurriedly avoided, and the batarang rubbed his hair and was deeply embedded in the sign of the door.

Batman's back, the panicked expression of the store owner, and the store sign with a big hole punched out were all fixed 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 that maybe it was time for Batman to rest for a few days.

What happened in the past few days made him so exhausted that he couldn't even concentrate. When he returned last night, he was scratched by a stray bullet from a gang fight. While he was recovering from his injuries, he could just collect evidence to redeem himself.

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.

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

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

….

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

Bruce's eyes widened and he hurried up. 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 bit of a cold, but I have taken medicine and may be fine soon."

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

As he spoke, he helped Alfred into the car, and then 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 may have been caused by the rain.

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

While running, it was almost impossible to cover the whole body with an umbrella. When Alfred came back, Bruce

He was still driving drunk and speeding outside, so he didn't see Alfred's soaked clothes and didn't take him to the hospital immediately.

Standing in front of the hospital, Bruce raised his head, looked at the gloomy sky of Gotham, and tightened the diagnosis sheet in his hand.

He doesn't understand why he messed up everything.

Batman's reputation has been damaged, and people will no longer listen to him. He has now become a street rat in Gotham, and may soon be wanted by the police.

Dick would rather stay at school than come back, Elsa is still angry with him, Alfred is hospitalized with a bad cold, Schiller is disappointed with him because of his drinking and racing, Gordon feels unable to communicate with him, Catwoman

He was also angry.

Standing on the sunless streets of Gotham City, Bruce reached out to cover his eyes, and then slowly squatted down.

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

At this moment, Bruce felt an overwhelming despair engulfing him, because he knew that he was alone again.

At this moment, Bruce suddenly felt a shadow covering the ground in front of him. When he looked up, he saw a pale smiling face.

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

!!”

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

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