Chapter 1129

"Your father is Drake..." Batman's low voice rang out in the dark alley.

He recalled that Drake was a famous businessman in Cat Getan, and the Drake family was also a relatively famous merchant family in Cat Getan. They originally came from England and now did the car import business.

Because he always complained that left-rudder cars were hard to drive, he got a nickname called "Right-Rudder Drake." He was honest and kind-hearted. Of course, being able to mix in this city of Cat Getan, he also had deep friendships with gang bosses, often able to help them get all kinds of luxury cars.

Drake protected his family very well. Therefore, the outside world almost hadn't heard of his family situation. If it weren't for Tim bringing it up himself, even Bruce wouldn't have known that the Drake family was actually an only child.

This was rare among the rich in Cat Getan. In a city with this kind of safety situation, only having one child was very likely to lead to no descendants. However, soon, Batman discovered that old Drake's son wasn't simple.

Tim first introduced his situation at a fast speed, then poked his head out from Batman's side, and shouted at the end of the alley: "My god! Is that Dick? Dick Grayson? Aren't you that ballet boy from Palm Tree Middle School? Were you also attacked?!"

Tim ran toward Dick at a fast speed, and even Batman couldn't catch him. After he ran over, he helped Dick up. Dick was still a bit dazed, recalled after looking at Tim's face, and then said: "I remember... you are little Drake from the elementary school department. On the third day of school, you drove a luxury car."

"That's right, it's me! But I didn't do that, it was my father who said he wanted to support me." Tim revealed a somewhat embarrassed expression on his face.

But Dick was even more embarrassed than him. He didn't expect to meet an acquaintance here. Had his awkward appearance just now been seen by Tim?

Tim helped Dick walk back to Batman's side and said to Batman at the same fast speed: "Dick and I were classmates for a period of time. However, soon he transferred away. I remember he was good at studying, could dance, could sing, and was especially liked by teachers."

When Batman heard this, his eyebrows relaxed slightly. But immediately, Tim's next sentence made him frown deeply again. Tim let go of the hand helping Dick, shrugged his shoulders, and said.

"But you also know, in middle school, such children are not welcomed by their peers. Several friends of mine in the high grades gave him a nickname, called ballet boy, saying he was a sissy. But I didn't feel so, because I was also sent to learn dance when I was young. To dance ballet well, it requires great strength."

Batman's gaze fell on Dick, but Dick turned his head away and didn't look at him. Tim discovered the awkward atmosphere between them and said with some surprise: "So you know each other? I thought you were just saved by Batman passing by."

Only then did Dick remember that he couldn't let Tim discover that he was actually Batman's foster son, because if so, the fact that Batman was Bruce Wei En would be exposed. So, he turned his head and coughed a few times, pretending to glance at the monster doll lying on the ground unintentionally, and asked: "What exactly is going on? What is that monster?"

Batman looked at Tim. Tim scratched his head and said: "I don't know either. Tomorrow I'm going to attend a banquet. Therefore, tonight, my father is going to pick me up home. Palm Tree Elementary School is not far from here. Not long after driving out of school, our car had a flat tire."

"My father's driver, Uncle Villati, got out of the car to check the situation. He found that it seemed like someone had sprinkled nails on the road. We changed the tires, but were afraid of stopping on the main road and blocking traffic, so we drove into this alley first. But I didn't expect this monster to suddenly fall from the sky and attack Uncle Villati."

But judging from his appearance, Tim might just be an elementary school student in the third or fourth grade. His speaking speed was always fast, but every word was pronounced very clearly, and the expression was very logical, not at all like a child in this age group.

At this time, Villati, who was limping, walked over. His expression still had a bit of lingering terror, and when walking, he deliberately bypassed that monster. But when walking in front of Tim, his fat body deliberately blocked the space between Tim and Batman.

"Sir, thank you for saving me and little Tim. I will definitely tell Mr. Drake when I go back and let him thank you properly!"

"However, it's too late now. I must hurry and send him back to Drake Manor. Otherwise, his parents will be worried."

He revealed a fawning smile at Batman, appearing somewhat humble. But Batman didn't have any intention of letting him leave, but looked into his eyes and said: "When you got out of the car to check the flat tire, where did the monster fall from?"

"This... I don't know." Villati shook his head and said somewhat embarrassedly: "At that time, I was planning to open the trunk of the car to get the tire. I heard movement behind me. As soon as I turned my head, I saw this terrifying monster."

"I let out a scream and just wanted to turn and run, but I was tripped to the ground. Immediately after, you guys came."

"You wanted to turn and run, but were tripped. Then, why were you lying on your back when we came, instead of lying on your stomach?" Batman narrowed his eyes and stared at Villati.

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Villati froze for a moment and then said: "I just wanted to turn, but didn't succeed in turning. I fell to the ground on my side at first, but I wanted to move backward, so I ended up sitting on my butt."

"Since you already saw the appearance of this monster after turning around when you heard the sound, then why did you scream and almost faint after we came?"

"Uh... because this monster is really too scary, and... and I didn't see what he looked like clearly when I just turned around. After you came, you used a flashlight to illuminate this side, and I saw the details clearly. It's really too scary, isn't it?" Villati explained.

"The most suspicious point is..." Batman stepped forward, looked at Villati, and said: "Why do you want to stand here and accept my questioning, instead of directly taking a gun from the car next to you, pointing it at my head, and telling me not to waste your time? Are you really a driver in Cat Getan?"

Villati's face slowly sank, and then he revealed a cold and cruel smile that Batman felt somewhat familiar with, and slowly stepped back two steps, looking at Batman's face and saying: "Living up to your reputation, Batman."

"Daring to be a vigilante in this city of Cat Getan, you really have to have some skills." Villati continued to step back, almost bumping into Tim behind him. And just when Batman took out a batarang, Villati said unhurriedly: "You shouldn't want to see the young master of the Drake family become a part of my lovely work, right?"

"Bang!

"Ouch!

!"

Villati, who was originally full of cold sneers, fell to the ground clutching his shoulder. And behind him, little Tim, holding a hunting rifle that was completely inconsistent with his figure, looked at Villati, who was rolling and groaning in pain on the ground, with a mocking expression.

Dick and Bruce both widened their eyes. Tim put down the gun unhurriedly, looked at Villati, and said: "You wouldn't think you weren't discovered, right? You can fool my old man, but you can't fool me."

"You deliberately faked a car accident, killed my father's original driver, and took advantage of the situation to take on the task of picking me up from school."

"One night, I saw a figure sneaking through the garden toward the garage from the window upstairs. I recognized it was you at a glance, because when you walk, your left step is always bigger than your right step."

"The next day, I encountered a car explosion on the way home from school. You risked your life to save me, exchanging for my father's trust."

"But what you don't know is that I've been in contact with all kinds of cars with my father since I was young, and I know the car structure and parts like the back of my hand."

"When you threw me to the ground, I happened to see traces of the car chassis being tampered with. And only you had the garage key and had the conditions to commit the crime with suspicious behavior."

Tim revealed a smile, stretched out a hand, flicked the surface of the car window behind him with two fingers, and said: "I pestered my father, saying I liked this car, not because I really liked the color of its paint, but because I hid a gun under the back seat... I hid it in."

Villati hammered the ground vigorously, his face flushed red, veins popping out. He gritted his teeth and said: "You damn little bastard!

The next second, Tim raised the gun again and aimed at his head, shouting loudly: "If you don't want your head to bloom, pay attention to how you speak, you soft-hearted outsider!"

Dick was stunned by the scene in front of him. He didn't understand how things suddenly developed like this.

The fat driver, who looked like a victim and looked kind and honest, was actually the murderer. And Tim, who was still in elementary school and looked powerless, actually took out a big gun directly, gave him a shot, and even planned to smash his head.

Batman reached out his hand, stopping Tim's action. He just wanted to walk up and pick Villati up, but the doll that was lying on the ground, seemingly motionless, suddenly turned over, took out a smoke bomb from its chest, and threw it on the ground.

Instantly, smoke filled the air. Batman's action was a beat slow. A black shadow emerged from behind the wall on the right side of the alley. Villati stood up and staggered to the wall, was dragged over the wall by the black shadow, and the doll also disappeared.

And when Batman chased over, he discovered that the three of them had disappeared. He wanted to chase, but thought that there were still two children left in the alley. If it was the other party's diversion, then Dick and Tim would be in danger. After thinking for a while, Batman still decided to return.

At this time, Tim had already opened the car door, threw the gun back into the car, shook his head at Batman and Dick, and said: "Let's go, drive my car."

Batman walked to the driver's seat, Dick and Tim sat in the back seat. As soon as the car started, Tim looked at Dick and said: "Batman is actually Bruce Wei En, right?"

Dick's expression froze immediately. Tim shook his head and said: "Nothing hard to guess. The moment the smoke bomb erupted just now, you made a defensive posture, which is a bit like the Robin kid who often hangs out in Cat Getan City with Batman."

Batman listened to their discussion while driving. He didn't deny it, but Tim chattered: "Don't worry, I definitely won't tell others. You are too lucky, right?! You can actually be Batman's assistant. I dream of doing this!"

After finishing, he grabbed the back of the front seat again, stretched his head out to Batman, and said: "Can I really not be your assistant? I admire you so much!"

"No." Batman refused without thinking, saying: "I'll send you home now."

Tim lowered his head in frustration immediately. But soon, his words made Batman produce a trace of wavering, because Tim said:

"I've been particularly interested in those murder cases since I was young. When seeing the process of the crime and photos of the crime scene, I would simulate the process of those murderers doing it in my brain. And when seeing the answer to the mystery, I discovered that what they did was indeed similar to what I thought."

"Sometimes, I'm really anxious for that group of police. They can't even see such simple clues. Sometimes, I really wish I could go on the field myself."

Batman just wanted to open his mouth, but Tim's next sentence made him and Dick break into a cold sweat.

"Sometimes I would also think, these police are so stupid. If I went on the field, I could definitely commit a perfect murder case!"

Instantly, the car made a sharp turn. Tim was shaken and bumped into the car door next to him. Then, he clutched his head, looked at the street outside, and said: "Why did you turn? Isn't it going to my house?"

"Your house is too far. Go to Wei En Manor and stay for one night first. Tomorrow morning, I'll contact your father to pick you up."

"Okay, but can I really not be your assistant?"

"……Talk about it tomorrow."