Dressed as a night owl, I choose to quit [DC]

Chapter 9

By the time I changed back into my uniform and left the park, the moon was already above my head. It didn’t rain in Gotham during the day yesterday, but the ground was still damp, and my shoes made no sound when I walked on the road.There was a homeless man wrapped in a blanket, curled up under the transparent window of a store, shaking the metal box in his hand at me.

I ignored him, walked into the brightly lit bar opposite, and sat down in front of the bar.

At present, there are differences between the two worlds, but there are also some commonalities. For example, the Justice League corresponds to the Syndicate, and the world map is not much different, even when it comes to Gotham City. I don't have the illusion of crossing the universe.From the perspective of historical development, we are like two branches extending from the same tree, but we cannot clearly find a clear bifurcation point.

Since there are differences in the three views of human beings in the two worlds, it is a bit unscientific that there are so many mirror-like similarities.The butterfly effect points out that in the power system, small initial changes can drive long-term, huge chain reactions in the entire system. Not to mention Wayne, I wouldn't be surprised if Gotham City in a certain world disappeared.But I now know that I am indeed living in the world of American comics...

The world needs Batman! ! !

Kidding.

I just want to test whether the tavern in our side, which is a small superhero liaison base, has been contracted by the police here.

"A martini."

I ignored the fearful or malicious looks from the people around me, and took out a silver coin and handed it to the bartender.

This is the currency I used to keep in my uniform belt.It is not a US dollar, but an identity proof and transaction currency that our Gotham used to use. It is the most valuable souvenir of my early years. Since it does not take up space, I always carry it with me, and now the edges are worn out. A little smoother.

The bartender's eyes widened for a moment, and I knew that the guns here also used...or at least used to use similar props.He looked steadily at the coins and then at me, took out the towel under the counter and wiped his hands: "What do you want?"

"Take me to your boss." I put the coins away, "Don't be nervous, I just want to talk about a business."

The kind that doesn't pay in dollars.

The bartender licked his lower lip: "Of course, of course, I and he are always here, you come with me."

When I climbed the stairs, I noticed that I looked up and saw a young man in a red helmet and tights standing on the second floor platform looking down at me.He looked strong, skilled at fighting, and confident in his skills.My arrival did not surprise him, he should have received the news in advance.

I didn't expect that I would just find a gangster on the street, and the leader looked like the type who had a name and surname in comics and would occupy at least one full-body close-up.But if you think about it from a realistic point of view, there should be something special about the villains who can stand up to Batman's iron fist.

If you change your career, you can praise the previous sentence for being young and promising.

"This one, what's your name?" I casually asked the bartender who led me the way.

"Red Hood," he replied flusteredly.

I felt something was wrong, and the bartender added: "The boss has only taken over this place for a few days, and it used to belong to Maroney, Sionnis, Colbert..."

"It's confusing?"

"always like this."

He led me to a separate box, and his boss walked over quickly. We sat down across a square table. There was no one else in the room, and the lights were relatively dim.The bartender left in a hurry after leading the way. The surrounding environment was decorated in a very low-key and luxurious way, but Red Hood's own style was different. I don't know how many owners this unfortunate entertainment place opened in Gotham has changed.

After a while, he took the lead and said, "You are a new face I have never seen before."

I really want to say that you are too.

Before, I was thinking that this time, maybe I could see what our side of the Super League would become after the reversal.It turned out that the red hood was more tightly covered than mine, and we were like an offline communication scene between two social patients who were afraid of seeing the light.

"Should I call you Night Owl? You made a big splash yesterday during the day."

The news is actually very well informed.

The chances of me resupplying here instead of leaving empty-handed have greatly increased.

Although I can't understand Gotham here, I can't just pay close attention to Batman at the grassroots level, or do I really just blindly catch a key person on the street?If it is the latter, the coincidence is not like a coincidence, but like a deliberate arrangement.

I said, "There are always some unexpected surprises in life."

Like you fall from the sky, like you crash-land with Batman in the trash can, or like you get a concussion after you've traveled around Gotham.

"Aren't you trying to make trouble for him on purpose? That old guy almost never shows up during the day, and he has traveled most of the city because of you."

"You sound resentful."

Red Hood snorted coldly, and seemed to be gloating: "What do you know? How can others do business if he doesn't sleep?"

"That's why I came to you." I said, "A business depends on whether you are interested."

He was silent for a moment: "...it depends on what you exchange. Do you have money?"

I'm sorry for my last name.

"Not yet." I really can't come up with the money, unless I go to do a blood test with the owner of the Wayne family who doesn't know his name. "There are many ways to trade."

"I heard you had a silver coin in your hand."

I pushed my collection in front of him.The red hood looked down at it: "Did you know that this thing was discarded several years ago, and Batman threw the last one on the market into the melting furnace with his own hands. I'm curious how you got it."

"This has nothing to do with our current topic."

I don't know how well-informed he is, whether he has the opportunity to learn from Zhenglian or other messy places that I am from a parallel universe.

In any case, it is impossible for me to tell him that for a long time, my relationship with the boss has been life and death.

The coin he holds in his hand may have been stained with my blood and theirs.

I think speculating that 'I did something similar to Batman' is the only piece of good news I've heard these days, but it's just meaningless self-satisfaction.

"Whatever you want." I said simply, "Just say whether you will sell it or not."

"You didn't pay enough." Red Hood looked at me. "This coin is collectible, but not enough for me to risk Batman's anger to support you. Let's be honest, unless we know Your purpose and your identity, I can decide whether to make this transaction."

"You are joking?"

Red Hood opened a desk drawer.

Inside was a Scorpion EVO.

Immediately I was alert and ready for battle.He pointed his gun at me at about the same time.

"This is Gotham." He raised his gun to aim in a very standard posture, "It's you who asked for me."

I didn't expect the cooperation to just start like this.But honestly, Batman is troublesome enough, and I don't understand the Red Hood's place in Gotham, just in case you don't want to be running with another tail attached to your back.

"—now, say something."

I sit in a spacious office chair with one hand resting on the armrest and the other on my waist.The red hood holds the gun in both hands, and the position is higher than mine, which looks very imposing.

I wanted to laugh, but couldn't help but sigh.I ended up knocking on the armrest twice, thinking that whoever was standing behind him couldn't be Batman.

can i say something

I can.

No one will know anyway.No one will know I've been here.

And he has a bible in the submachine gun drawer, which is really interesting.

"Then talk about what you want to know." I withdrew my hand holding the weapon, looked at the Bible and said, "I made a mistake earlier."

"I'm guilty."

parricide.I killed the Waynes from another universe.

"And trying to spread the blame on another person."

I thought about it, if Batman was the one in charge of the trial in the end-

【"Are you going to kill me?"

"If necessary."]

I adjusted my posture, immersed in my own thoughts, and didn't bother to look at the scorpion pointing at me: "He should have the same blood flowing in his body. I don't know his name, and I don't know his experience." , but I think we are at least partially alike."

Red Hood asked, "Wait, you don't know who he is?"

"I don't know." I smiled. "His name is within my reach, but I can't see it and I shouldn't think about it. Even if I can get to know him again and communicate with him, this matter is still very important." No good."

"...if you could speak more clearly."

I thought for a while: "The best outcome is to maintain the status quo."

As far as he is concerned, he is better off without me.For me, I need to imagine him doing just fine without me.

As for the others, as I said earlier, I cannot think downwards now.

I had to keep my mind focused on fixed things to keep myself from doing something irreversible.

And this method of compulsive distraction I have used very well over the years, especially before going to bed.

"I can't die at the hands of Batman, even if it makes sense." Once I opened my mouth, I couldn't stop, and I took the initiative to explain to the red hood, "I have to make some preparations, this matter does not conflict with sex. "

Red Hood's voice was dry: "But it won't do... us any good. One last question," he cleared his throat, and while his hostility toward me was still there, I really didn't know he could What can be heard from the tree hole I was vaguely speaking——His tone is a bit strange now, "Who the hell are you?"

It is necessary to explain that I actually did not deliberately hide my identity on our side.

After all, I am a villain, and the only thing to worry about is people who are afraid of being killed by me.Wearing a uniform and addressing a code name is more of a habit and a symbol, and I'm not very opposed to telling people I'm Thomas Wayne.

But not now.I have to wonder if anyone would recognize my name as Wayne by my looks?

Except for eye color, Robin looks almost exactly like Bruce when he was a kid.But Bruce and I are more like our mother and father respectively. Only those who have seen the Waynes or are particularly familiar with their appearance can confirm my identity through my appearance.

And Martha Wayne in this universe has been dead for a long time, plus there are many strangers with similar facial features, normal people would not think in a special direction.

That being said, my patience is practically exhausted.

Robin's face repeats itself over and over again, and Batman, like some goddamn brainwashing video of a ghost on loop.

The pastor, standing in front of the tombstone with a Bible in his hand, made the sign of the cross on his chest with his other hand.

He said, "Godbless you, Wayne."

Forget it.

—Stop it, Thomas.

I stood up and said to the Red Hood disinterestedly, "That's nothing to talk about. If you insist, tonight's deal is over."

"..."

I ended up taking a Colt from him, a Scorpion, two military daggers, a decent length hook, a few smoke|fog|blast|flare projectiles, and a little medical supplies.

Neither of these guns will likely penetrate Batman's armor.

But anyway, I don't want to fight him to the death, if that's the case, I'll at least get a pistol or a grenade launcher.

That's enough for now.

When the last bit of ammunition was left on the table, there was a light 'click' sound from outside the window.

Immediately afterwards, the glass shattered, the curtains were blown up by the wind, and a bat-shaped long and narrow shadow hit the ground.

The breath that was deposited in my chest was still breathed out in a long way. It cannot be said to be regret or emotion - what should come will always come.

**

Jason was sitting in a messy reception room, with glass shards scattered around his feet, and bullet marks on the chair.

After a while, the screen of his phone on the table lit up, and it was a message from Red Robin: "Thank you."

He replied: "Is it settled?"

"No, there's no way it's going to be resolved so quickly. How does it feel to be 'undercover' as the boss?"

"You don't want me to do this kind of work for you again, Xiaohong. Don't think about it, do you understand what I mean?"

Tim: "Well, I was asking what you think of him."

Jason: "Didn't you all hear it? In exchange, I want to know how Batman convinced Night Owl that he would kill someone."

Tim: ":)"

Tim: "Bruce didn't do anything. It's the circumstances of his life. If a person's previous superhero can kill, it's hard not to feel that the next one will do the same."

"Do you know who he is? What do you mean 'he should have the same blood in his body'? Cloning? Don't tell me it's the League of Assassins, and don't tell me the Court of Owls."

Tim: "We're not even sure if he's referring to the same person in those few sentences, or if he's even telling the truth. Even if he's referring to Batman, it can be understood that he thinks he and Bruce are the same thing." A class of people."

Tim: "The funny thing though is that if he thinks Batman is going to kill, then 'put the blame on someone else' means not the killing, but something more serious."

Tim: "Come on, I'm going to help, and I hope this nighttime event doesn't last until morning."

"Also, you provided him with a little too much equipment."

"..."

"Yeah." Jason typed viciously, "Next time I don't give anything, just say that I and the old bat are in the same group, and you can go to Red Robin if you want revenge."

Then he closed the dialog box, turned his head to look at the dark night outside the window, and wondered when the Batcave would welcome new guests.

The author has something to say:

Although I am slower but I have a lot of words (?)

In the next chapter, I will try to write about going to the Batcave. I must let my brother post it!I really want to write about them visiting the Waynes Memorial in Gotham.

But before that, the fight had to be over, and let Mr. Xiao vent.This episode may be slow, but I have to write it, and if I write less, it will be free.Night Owl's current logic is 'Batman is a good guy→Batman kills→Batman kills people who deserve it→I deserve it→but kill me and he will find out who I am→I know what it is to kill a brother Feeling, Bruce shouldn't be put through that again'.

It would be easier if he realized that Batman doesn't kill people.The master had made a casual threat before, but it turned out to be counterproductive, and he might be laughed at by family members afterwards (no).

As for Jason, who would have thought that Ding Xingwang, the Wayne family, would have a bunch of sons and daughters, Xiao Xiao would never have thought of it anyway.

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感谢在2021-06-2500:28:34~2021-06-2818:17:32期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: 2 magicians from the super high school; Demon King Rain, Arkham Little Patient, Guangxi No Candy, Gu Yun, Nini and Ertong can get 1 at the same time;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：砹子28瓶；l（n-n）25瓶；七七20瓶；重莲10瓶；490793047瓶；安·Aine6瓶；橙集星、会飞的鱼5瓶；南山4瓶；索隆小迷妹、清染2瓶；1023、布鲁茜1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!