Chapter 1150

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

He recalled slightly. 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 do the car import business.

Because he always complained that left-hand drive cars were not easy to drive, he got a nickname, called "Right-hand Drive Drake". He was honest and kind, and of course, being able to mix like a fish in water in this city of Cat Getan, he also had a deep friendship with the gang bosses, often able to help them get all kinds of luxury cars.

Drake protected his family very well, therefore, the outside world almost never heard about his family situation. If it weren't for Tim bringing it up himself, even Bruce wouldn't have known that the Drake family actually had an only son.

This was not common among the rich in Cat Getan. In a city with this kind of safety situation, giving birth to only one was very likely to lead to no descendants. But very quickly, Batman discovered that this son of old Drake was not simple.

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

Tim ran toward Dick with flying speed, and even Batman couldn't catch him. After he ran over, he helped Dick up. Dick was still somewhat dazed, looked at Tim's face and recalled for a moment, then said: "I remember... you are that little Drake from the primary school department. On the third day of school, you drove a luxury car."

"That's right, it's me! But that wasn't me doing it, it was my dad saying he wanted to support me." Tim revealed a somewhat awkward expression on his face.

But Dick was even more awkward than him. He didn't expect to actually run into an acquaintance here. Had his awkward state just now been seen by Tim?

Tim helped Dick walk back to Batman's side, also with flying speed, and said to Batman: "Dick and I were classmates for a period of time. However, very quickly he transferred away. I remember, at that time, he studied well, could dance, could sing, and was especially liked by teachers."

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

"But you also know, in junior high, such children are not welcomed by their peers. A few friends of mine in the senior grades gave him a nickname, called Ballet Kid, saying he was a sissy. But I didn't think so, because when I was young, I was also sent to learn dance. 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 in surprise: "So you know each other? I thought you were just Batman passing by and saved him."

Dick then remembered that he couldn't let Tim discover that he was actually Batman's adopted son, because if that were the case, the fact that Batman was Bruce Wei En would be exposed. So, he turned his head away and coughed a few times, pretending to glance casually at the limp doll on the ground, and asked: "What exactly is going on here? 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 dad is going to pick me up and take me home. Palm Tree Primary School is not far from here. Not long after driving out of the school, our car had a flat tire."

"My dad's driver, Uncle Willard, got out of the car to check the situation, discovered that it seemed like someone had scattered nails on the road surface, and we changed the tire for the car again, but were afraid of stopping on the main road and blocking traffic, so we drove into this alley first. But unexpectedly, this monster suddenly descended from the sky and even attacked Uncle Willard."

But judging from his appearance, Tim might just be a primary school student in the third or fourth grade. His speaking speed was always very fast, but the pronunciation of every word was very clear, and the expression was also very logical, completely unlike a child in this age group.

At this time, Willard, limping, walked over. His expression still retained a bit of terror, and when walking, he specially bypassed that monster. However, when walking in front of Tim, his chubby body specially blocked the space between Tim and Batman.

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

"But, 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 toward Batman, appearing somewhat humble. But Batman didn't have the intention of letting him leave, instead looking into his eyes and saying: "When you got out of the car to check the car's flat tire, where did the monster fall from?"

"This... I don't know." Willard shook his head, saying somewhat embarrassedly: "At that time, I was planning to open the car's trunk to get the tire, heard a movement behind me, turned my head, and saw this terrifying monster."

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

"You wanted to turn and run away, but were tripped. Then, why were you lying on your back on the ground when we came, instead of lying on your stomach?" Batman narrowed his eyes, staring at Willard and said.

Willard paused, and then said: "I just wanted to turn, but didn't succeed in turning. I was lying on the ground on my side at first, but I wanted to move backward, so I became sitting on my butt."

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

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

"The most suspicious point is..." Batman stepped forward, looked at Willard and said: "Why are you standing here, accepting my interrogation, instead of directly taking out 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?"

Willard's face slowly sank. Then, he revealed a cold and cruel smile that made Batman feel somewhat familiar, and slowly backed up two steps, looked at Batman's face and said: "Well-deserved reputation, Batman."

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

"Bang!!"

"Ouch!!!"

Willard, who was originally full of cold sneers, covered his shoulder and fell to the ground. And behind him, little Tim, holding a shotgun that was completely inconsistent with his figure, looked at Willard, 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 Willard and said: "You wouldn't think you hadn't been discovered, right? You can fool my old dad, 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 and dropping me off at school."

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

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

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

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

Tim revealed a smile, stretched out one hand, flicked the surface of the car window behind him with two fingers, and said: "I pestered my dad, 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."

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

The next second, Tim aimed at his head again with the gun, shouted 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.

Looking like a victim, and a chubby driver who looked honest and kind, was actually the murderer. And Tim, who still looked like a primary school student and looked like he had no strength to truss a chicken, actually directly took out a big gun, gave him a shot, and also planned to smash his head.

Batman reached out his hand, stopping Tim's action. He just wanted to step forward and lift Willard up, but the doll that was originally lying on the ground, seemingly not moving, suddenly turned over, took out a smoke bomb from his chest, and smashed it on the ground.

Instantly, smoke filled the air. Batman's movements were a beat slow. A black shadow emerged from behind the wall on the right side of the alley. Willard stood up staggeringly, ran to the wall, was grabbed by the black shadow and flipped over the wall, and the doll also disappeared.

And when Batman chased over, he discovered that the three of them were already gone. He originally 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 slightly, Batman still decided to return.

At this time, Tim had already opened the car door, threw the gun back into the car, flicked his head toward 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: "It's not hard to guess. Just now, the moment the smoke bomb sprayed out, you made a defensive posture. That's a bit like the Robin kid who often follows Batman around in Cat Getan City."

Batman, while driving, listened to their discussion. He didn't deny it, but Tim chattered and said: "Rest assured, I definitely won't tell anyone. You're also too lucky, right?! Actually able to be Batman's assistant, I dream of wanting to do this!"

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

"No." Batman refused without even thinking. He said: "I'll send you home now."

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

"I have been especially interested in those murder cases since I was a child. When seeing the process of the case and the photos of the crime scene, I would simulate the process of those murderers taking action in my brain. And when seeing the answer to the puzzle, I discovered that what they did was indeed about the same as what I thought."

"Sometimes, I'm really anxious for that group of police. Such simple clues, they can't see them. Sometimes, I really wish I could take the field myself."

Batman just wanted to speak, but Tim's next sentence made both him and Dick break out in a cold sweat.

"Sometimes I would also think, these police are so stupid, if I took the field, I could definitely commit a perfect murder!"

Instantly, the car made a sharp turn. Tim was shaken and hit the car door next to him. Then, he covered his head, glanced 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 a night first. Tomorrow morning, I'll contact your father to pick you up."

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

"... We'll talk about it tomorrow."