mousepad-d2 Chapter 12 Grumpy Old Bat and STK
Chapter 12 Grumpy Old Bat and STK
I soon found out what was going on.
The Unexpected Death of Bruce Wayne's Son
Jason Todd Wayne...
died?
The news was a bit too horrifying for me to think it was a dream, or an April Fool's joke at first.
But it's clearly not a joke.
The Gotham Daily, Gotham Entertainment, even the National News, every paper I could find at Newsagents had it on the headlines.
God, what the hell is going on here?I don't believe Robin died in a so-called car accident, neither Wayne nor Robin.
My brain has been unable to properly think about this problem.
The Robin who jumps in the Gotham night sky at night, the Robin who will pass me candy and chocolate, the Robin who will take off the cape to the victim...
Tears dripped from my jaw into my collar, and I didn't realize it.
The owner of the newsstand was a little strange. He asked the child standing motionless in front of the newsstand: "What's wrong with you?"
I opened my mouth to explain, only to realize that I was choked up and speechless.
I am like a drowning man.
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"We have no evidence to prove that the clown is the murderer. If he did, he will be punished by law." Ralph Bundy was wearing a crimson suit, and the agent from the CIA looked a little dignified.
He's negotiating with Batman.
"This approach is as crazy as the clown." Batman said hoarsely.
"Maybe, but that's the law." Ralph picked up his cigar.
"But it's not my way." Batman flicked his cape and turned away.
Ralph said with a cigar in his mouth, "That's not right, my old friend."
A tall figure suddenly appeared behind him.The senior person from the CIA raised his thumb and pointed to the alien with curly hair behind him.
"Mr. President asked this gentleman to keep you from crossing the line, and he'll slap you if you misbehave."*
Batman turned around.
His entire face was shrouded in darkness.
"Do you know?"
"I just do what I'm supposed to do," replied Superman.
Ralph left the room, giving the space to the best couple in the world.
Batman flicked his cloak and wanted to leave, but was stopped by Superman.
"BAT...Bruce..."
Superman's face was also very serious, he asked softly: "I read the newspaper, it said that Jason Todd died in a car accident."
He turned to Batman and asked, "Is he Robin?"
Batman's voice was deeper than usual: "Yes."
Immediately, a mixture of worry, regret, and heartache appeared on Superman's handsome face.
"I'm sorry, he seems like a nice kid."
"Jason is the best."
Batman's voice suddenly raised: "The Joker killed him!"
"Do you have proof?" Superman asked him.
……
"Don't do anything stupid, Bruce."
"That's the law, not justice." Batman replied.
"You should not put your desire for vengeance above the good of your country."*
"Shut up your sympathy, Kent reporter. I'll do it, I should do it."
Superman didn't stop Batman from leaving, he was still worried in his heart: Revenge will destroy you, Bruce.
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Batman, as Bruce, finally got the chance to go to the international court to attend the trial.
He is a symbol of death, but tonight, it will all end.
No more killing, no more clowns.
Bruce told himself so.
The clown made crazy and chaotic remarks on the podium. When the jury was whispering, the clown lifted his clothes, and he was actually wearing a laughing gas tank.
Superman scrambled to stop everything, but failed to stop the bomb from going off.
Batman wants to deal with the Joker in the smoke.
Let it all be over and there will be no more tragedies like this.
But the clown apparently laid it out early on, and during the chase, the clown boarded a helicopter.
Jason!Jason!
Bruce muttered the name silently, as if it would bring him strength.
He rushed up but was beaten by the clown and his accomplices, and his arm was injured by bullets, and finally fell into the lake in order to escape the bomb.
Superman flew back at this time and rescued Batman from the lake.
"I want his body! I want his body!"
He growled in despair, but he understood.
He couldn't find it.
The fight between him and the Joker is still going on and will never be resolved...
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Gotham has been a little crazy recently, and the reason is because of that crazy Batman and Robin who will never be seen again.
The clown can't be found in Gotham, but in the underground world of Gotham, people are full of fear of this increasingly brutal Batman.
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I hugged my camera and rubbed my chin with my hand. Next to me was the computer that was turning on. The blue light shone on my face.
I start making calls.
"Excuse me, is this Director Gordon? I have a clue here about..."
Another day and night.
I held my camera again and sat in front of the computer. During this period of long period of day and night reversal and lack of sleep, I was very irritable. I scratched my thick hair vigorously.
"He got hurt again, but that still doesn't stop him."
"Nothing can stop him, I can't stop Bruce Wayne."
I raised my head to look at the computer, and the material of the original Robin was being shown on it.
"Perhaps now the plan for Dick Grayson can begin..."
Batman's desperate and crazy approach has indeed deterred criminals, but Gotham is Gotham after all, and Gotham's criminals are still jumping wildly on Batman's bottom line-after all, he is only one person, isn't he?
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Wayne Manor.
Alfred took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat off his young master's forehead.
The 6-foot-3 tall man was curled up tightly in severe pain, with injuries everywhere on his torso, arms, and thighs.
He has never been so desperate, and has never been injured as intensively as he is now.
After Alfred settled the Batman who had fallen asleep, he came to his room - there were a lot of newspaper photos piled up in the bedroom.
Batman has been so tired since Jason died.Alfred flipped through the newspapers of Batman, who used to occasionally smile, and made a silent decision.
Bruce, with his fever gone, sat up.
"Oh, Ah Fu, what would I do without you!" He praised his housekeeper so much, as if he could escape the housekeeper's nagging.
But the housekeeper didn’t let him go: “In the past three weeks, you’ve been shot five times, your left joint was dislocated twice, your back was stabbed once, and your calf was broken once…”
Alfred paused, and he continued: "I'm sure you said when you first taught Master Grayson how to learn fighting, we are not brutal people, we use our brains to think, not our fists."
Bruce was silent on the bed.
"As much as you don't want to hear it, old man, I don't want to play a nurse all my life."
Bruce remained silent.
Alfred packed his things and left the room.
Just 20 minutes later.
He heard the Batmobile roar away from the manor.
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Xinghuo had just taken a shower and was applying skin care products in front of the mirror, when there was a knock on the door.
The princess from the alien world was a little curious - no one would bother her at this time, neither Roy nor Wally.
"Wait a minute, I'll be right there."
She opened the door, and there was a stranger outside.
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"Hello, Kori Antar? Or Starfire? You're one of the Teen Titans."
I spoke directly to the princess from Tamarin.
"I want to ask you some questions."
It took me a while to come to Titan Tower, and I don't have much time left.
"I'm looking for Di, no, Nightwing, I have to find him, it's very important to me."
The tall alien girl in a bathrobe was a little confused and said, "I'm sorry, but I can't tell..."
"Do you know where he is? He didn't attend the meeting of the Titans today?"
"How do you know—"
Xinghuo was surprised, and then asked the child in front of him: "Do you need any help? I can't tell you Ye Yi's whereabouts, but if you..."
Before Xinghuo finished speaking, I ran away, I was too anxious for time.
"Wait! How did you get in here? No, how did you know I lived here?"
Xinghuo raised her voice behind me and asked.
I just walk away quickly.
Knowing that Night Wing's identity is Dick Grayson, it's easy to find information about this young policeman who has just entered the workplace. I rode a motorcycle to Bluehead, planning to go to his apartment to find out.
He might be in the apartment, or there might be clues left.
Relying on my superb lock-picking skills, I easily entered the vigilante's room. The room was in a mess—a mess that matched what I had.
……
I retract my foreword.
The guy who throws toilet paper everywhere and condoms in the cereal box is messier than me.
I looked at the apartment cautiously. As a person whose idol is Sherlock Holmes, I believe I can find clues by relying on the details.
I flipped through his bedding, the post-its on the bedside, and the food in the refrigerator, but found nothing.
Just when I was about to pull out my hair, I saw the newspaper buried behind a mess of manuscripts.
"Harry's Circus is closing!" I read the news in disbelief.
Will the once most famous circus in America close?That doesn't sound like it's true at all.
But the only good thing is, I know where Dick is.
The author has something to say:
*From the Batman comics
That sentence Jason is the best made me choke when I saw it—Master, why don’t you be more frank in front of Jason, and only say it when it’s meringue.
Batman really wanted to kill the Joker in the first place—by killing people, breaking the law, and sacrificing his own life.
But was stopped - from the government, the international situation, and Superman.
Tim felt that the master was too cruel, so he resumed the STK business, gratifying, gratifying and congratulating.
These few chapters can be called Tim's upper register?
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