Chapter 10: A dude

The police in Gotham City have always followed a rule.
Arrived at the battlefield after the shootout... Yes, this city is very dangerous. When they used semi-automatic weapons, the gangsters had started to attack each other with fully automatic weapons. As a result of the lack of firepower, they had no way to stop these lunatics. Fight each other.
Well, at most after the shootout, the guys who have not died are sent to the hospital, and the dead guys are sent to the autopsy room for inspection.
But tonight, the result of this shootout at Gotham Wharf was unexpected by all police officers. There was no one dead. All the people were tied together and thrown at the corner of the wharf. Sheriff Gordon When the police officers were rushed to the scene, some bad luck did not wake up.
The loading and unloading workers in the small half of the dock were all around to watch the excitement. These were all knocked down on the ground, and some were directly hit in a coma, and the opponents did not use firearms, and the firearms they used were thrown aside, but All have been demolished.
The most terrible thing is that the gangster Falconi who arrived at the pier to inspect the last batch of goods at night was also chained to a searchlight. The shadow cast by the searchlight was shining and formed a model in the air. Blurred bat look.
This is probably the first time the shadow of a bat appears over Gotham. No one knows its meaning yet.
Sheriff Gordon glanced at the struggling Falconi, who had just been awake and locked in the searchlight, with a mocking look. This gangster who was always arrogant before now looks like a living An old maniac, he no longer looked at his ugliness, but turned his head and walked into the container that had not been closed.
There was already a carton box full of half of the space inside. Gordon picked up a crude doll from the open box and squeezed it lightly. There is a bag of poison X hidden in it,
"unambiguous evidence…"
Gordon muttered to himself, as long as there is a prosecutor who dares to prosecute Falconi, this guy will spend some time in prison, which is a good thing, especially for Gordon’s unwillingness and Falconi’s good police in the normal sense of confluence means that the entire Gotham will usher in a period of tranquility.
They no longer have headaches for frequent missing persons and gang fights.
As Gordon continued to inspect the scene, a police officer ran breathlessly and said in Gordon's ear,
"Mr. Gordon, we found Sergeant Frass not far away, his pistol was snatched, and... John Blake’s trainee police officer was attacked by a mob 2 hours ago and is now seriously injured in Wei Rescue in the hospital."
"What! Robin he..."
When Gordon heard the first news, he didn't respond at all. He didn't care about his partner's appearance at the crime scene. This guy died innocently, but the second news made his face change greatly. The doll bear was thrown into the box, then patted the policeman's shoulder behind him,
"I have notified the prosecutor of the blockade. Think about your future. Pete, don't extend your hand. Frass is over. Don't you want to be a sergeant?"
After speaking, Gordon walked out of the dock. For his intern assistant Robin, this young talented intern police, he valued it very much. He had to visit him.
And after Gordon left, the young policeman Pete glanced at the doll that Gordon threw on the box, thinking of what Falconi had just ordered, and recalling Gordon’s words, he finally gritted his teeth, Finally turned around and walked out of the container, shouting loudly,
"Block the scene! Wait for the prosecutor to come!"
When Gordon arrived at Wayne Hospital, it was already 20 minutes later. He walked into the corridor of the emergency room and saw the old Christian who was restless in a chair. He hurried up,
"Dad, Robin, he..."
Dad glanced at Gordon and shook his head, his face full of pain, he scolded his teeth,
"My son, he was badly hurt, Jamie, that bastard...I'm going to kill him! I swear!"
"Don't worry, dad, it will pass."
Gordon glanced at the busy emergency room. He sat next to his father, who took a deep breath and lowered his voice, saying to Gordon,
"It was my guy who saved Robin, but he accidentally killed the four guys, Gordon, I know you are a good policeman, but this time, don’t catch him, even if it’s for Robin, without him, Robin It's dead."
Gordon's face changed a few times, and finally he nodded, and the father was relieved, and then he heard Gordon say,
"Falconi was planted. He was caught by a mysterious person while the drug X was being traded. The person was stolen and obtained. As long as he was prosecuted, he had to stay in prison for several years, and Jamie would soon be no problem. Well, rest assured, dad, I will not let them go unpunished."
"Good! Good!"
The dad said two good things in succession, and then saw the door of the emergency room being pushed open. The tired doctor took off his mask while focusing on the anxious dad and Sergeant Gordon said,
"That child was lucky and was delivered in a timely manner. His life was saved, but it requires at least 1 year of cultivation."
"Thank you, doctor."
Dad and Gordon hurriedly thanked, and then watched Robin was pushed out, he had recovered his wits, and Dad held his hand tightly,
"Child, don't worry, it's over."
Robin grinned hard at Daddy and Gordon. The young man was in pain, but he still struggled to say to Daddy, "Thank him for me, Daddy, I owe him once."
"Well, Cyber ​​is a good boy, I know, you are all good kids, rest quickly, Robin, stop talking."
Gordon still had things to deal with. After seeing Robin safe, he returned to the police station, and the dad returned to the bar with his tired body early in the morning. As soon as the door opened, he saw the game Bo fell to the floor in front of the bar, with blood stains next to it.
This terrified the dad. He quickly stepped forward and lifted Saber up. He heard his breathing at a constant speed. The father was relieved, and he lifted Saber to the chair on the side, watching In his clothes, there were traces of blood on his right shoulder. On his right shoulder, his coat and shirt were cut by some kind of sharp weapon, but the father looked closely, and Saiber had no wound on his shoulder.
This made Dad a little puzzled. Since there was no wound, where did the blood stain on the shirt come from?
While looking at Cyber’s injury, the guy who had been sleeping on the floor for a night had also come awake. When he opened his eyes, he saw his dad with a serious face. He subconsciously called,
"Ah! What are you doing? Crazy old man, stay away from me, uh... How is Robin?"
When Dad saw that he was awake and still talked, he knew that this guy had no problem, but when he thought of saving his good son last night, Dad's expression relaxed, and he threw it to Cyber. A key, then yawned and walked up to the second floor.
"Robin is okay, thank God... He asked me to thank you, yes, go for a set of clothes first, Robin's clothes are placed in the first room on the third floor, you find a set yourself, I rest After a while, you help look at the store, and call me if you have anything, understand?"
"Uh... so hungry."
Cyber ​​waved his hands weakly, and then closed the bar's door first. When he saw the father's figure disappearing on the second floor, the guy quickly jumped up to the third floor. He opened Robin's house and did not choose clothes. Instead, he took off his jacket with a dignified face and looked left and right in front of the dressing mirror.
Finally, one thing was determined. His muscles are great and his figure is very good. The most important thing is... he was not injured!
But... when fighting the Batman last night, a dart clearly penetrated his shoulder, and Cyber's finger touched the skin on his shoulder. There should have been an open wound. He even You can still feel the subtle pain inside, but the wound disappeared.
"What is this? Superpowers?"
Saibo, standing naked in front of the mirror, clenched his left hand into a fist. He seemed to want to feel the unique strength in his body, but after maintaining this position for 3 seconds, in addition to his stomach becoming more hungry, He felt nothing.
"Damn it!"
Cyber ​​walked back and forth a bit anxiously. He didn't like this kind of thing beyond his control. He took out a pair of jeans and a blue T-shirt in Robin's wardrobe, changing clothes. At that time, he quickly pondered what happened last night, and finally, looking at himself in the mirror, Cyber ​​decided.
He took the dark silver metal bat dart from his hand, rubbed it in his hand, then gestured on his right arm for a few seconds, closing his eyes, clenching his teeth, and slammed it down.
"Fuck! It hurts!"
After fifteen minutes, Saiber, with a bandage on his arm, sat on the bar table with a dish of cut sausage and toasted bread. The experiment failed. He did not have any superpowers. Bleeding or bleeding will still hurt.
This made him extremely uncomfortable, but after feeling that his stomach was more hungry, he gave up these unadjusted plans, and after getting ready to fill his stomach, went to sleep.
Three big sausages, 25 slices of bread, enough to feed three adults, but Cyber ​​finished eating these things, and still feels unsatisfied. He was shaving his teeth while he was running around the brain with his cranky thoughts.
It seemed that after coming over, the meal amount became larger. Saiber thought about the same plate that the dog had licked. In the past, he did not have such a meal amount.
"jingle"
The doorbell of the bar rang suddenly, interrupting Cyber's thinking. He looked back at the clock on the wall. At 10:45, who was it? Are they the troublesome little bastards?
Cyber ​​stood up, walked to the door of the bar, opened the lock, and then saw a silver suit wearing a sao, a tie, and an unusually neat hair comb, and a guy with a pair of sunglasses standing at the door of the bar. Two hands embraced a beautiful girl in a cool dress, and looked at the open curiously curiously in their embrace, like a full playboy.
On the street not far from the bar, a lot of people have gathered, and they are watching the parked, limited-edition silver-gray Lamborghini parked on the road. Should this thing appear here?
Cyber's gaze withdrew from the car and landed on the guy in front of him, and inadvertently swept the two women beside him who were scratching their heads and asked impatiently.
"Hi, man, who are you?...Wait, what kind of Wayne are you, I've seen you in the newspaper!"
The guy opposite raised his eyebrows and said in a gentle voice,
"Yes, Bruce Wayne, is Mr. Christian there? I'll take a look at the bar that will belong to me, old gun, Gee, this name is good."
"Oh…"
Saibera's voice increased, and he looked at Bruce Wayne several times, and then pouted.
"Gee, billionaire, son of Gotham, come, please come in, His Royal Highness, I will call the old man down, but he has been expecting you for a long time."
After talking, the yawning Cyber ​​turned around and walked into the bar. Where he didn’t see, Bruce Wayne’s eyes narrowed behind the sunglasses. This guy... The fight on the dock last night was very bad. Crazy guy.
He is actually in this bar...
The young dandy walked into the slightly dim, but tastefully arranged bar with one arm around him, and he looked around for a week, then smiled with interest, there was still some smell here, um, it seems Things are interesting.