Chapter 3275: Bloody New City (35)

Nightwing's attention was distracted, and the things in his hands fell down one after another. He bent down to pick them up in a panic, and as a result, all the things fell to the ground.

At this time, Batman had already walked down from the stairs. He picked up the hat that rolled to his feet and found that there was a Superman autograph on it, as well as a smiley face often drawn by Clark.

Batman looked at Nightwing somewhat strangely. Was he planning to be Superman's assistant?

A smile awkwardly pulled up at the corner of Nightwing's mouth. He picked up the things on the ground quickly and said: "That... my colleagues want your autograph, can you..."

After saying half of it, he felt somewhat absurd himself, rubbed his nose and didn't speak.

Batman turned the hat in his hand. He immediately realized that the size of this hat was a bit small, as if it wasn't worn by an adult, and the style was also relatively cartoonish, looking more suitable for a seven or eight-year-old child.

Noticing Batman's attention to this hat, Nightwing instinctively started talking: "This is the youngest colleague in our team. He heard about your deeds when he was a child and has always admired you, of course, and Superman. He thinks you are both heroes."

"This autograph was asked for when he went to the Metropolis Zoo when he was a child, and was saved by Superman after accidentally falling into the beast enclosure. He... he might have been saved by you too, so he wants an autograph of yours..."

The last two sentences were Nightwing biting the bullet and making them up, because he didn't seem to have seen Batman save a child.

But Batman seemed to have fallen into memory. This hat with a somewhat unique style really seemed to have appeared in the corner of his memory fragments.

Suddenly, he remembered. Once, the Joker set up a big surprise for him in the amusement park. He rushed into the haunted house to defuse the bomb, but found that a child didn't evacuate in time and was stuck in the gap of the props.

Although he was in a hurry to defuse the bomb, he still had time to save a child. He fished the little boy out by the way, but at that time, the little boy was crying and making a fuss for his hat, saying that the hat was very important to him.

At that time, Batman had just upgraded the claw hook on his arm armor. He fired a claw hook into the gap and grabbed the hat out.

Because he had delayed too long, he rushed in in a hurry and didn't care about the child behind, but he still had some impression of the unique shape of this hat.

"You don't really know him, do you?" Nightwing said somewhat shocked, "Is he also on the candidate list for you to choose an assistant?"

Batman shook his head and handed the hat to Nightwing. Nightwing didn't understand his attitude again.

"So... can you sign it?" Nightwing repeated it again, biting the bullet. Batman didn't seem to have struggled out of the memory.

Nightwing didn't know what he recalled, but he only asked for an afternoon off, and he had to go back for training in the evening, so he had to sigh and say: "I misunderstood you before, I feel very sorry. My colleague asked me to ask you, is it true that you paid to help the GTO resolve the dissolution crisis?"

Batman was instantly pulled out of the memory, and the alarm bell in his heart rang loudly.

"Who told you?"

But he looked at Nightwing's complicated eyes, where there was disappointment of "sure enough," and a kind of relieved melancholy.

"Nothing, maybe Gordon misunderstood." Nightwing lowered his head, gathered the things in his hands, and said, "I still have training in the evening, I'll go first, goodbye."

Looking at Nightwing's dejected back, Batman clenched his fists slowly: "Very good, Schiller, you won."

"I did pay a sum of money," Batman said, "but it's not like bribing the State Assembly, but using some other methods to make them shut up."

Nightwing's leaving back paused. He took a deep breath, seemingly gathering courage before turning around, looking at Batman and saying: "Really? Is it really you?"

Batman nodded, and said in his heart: "If you didn't come back, it really wouldn't be me."

Nightwing's expression didn't change much, but he was obviously happy. He spread all the messy things on the table, then introduced them one by one, and brought a pen to let Batman sign.

Batman just listened silently, and then signed the name "Batman" on every item. These things were varied, everything, even a lipstick and a Christmas sock, and signing "Batman" on them looked very strange.

But Nightwing was very happy. He went to the cabinet to find a bag, and then used paper to separate all the things to prevent ink from getting everywhere.

Because telling the origin of the items delayed some time, the sky had already darkened. Nightwing hesitated, but still said: "Have you eaten?"

Batman shook his head.

"Why don't you go to the base with me, and we eat together?" Before Batman could say anything, Nightwing explained, "You can't always drink nutrient solution or eat those compressed foods. If Alfred were still here, he would definitely scold you."

Batman listened to the first sentence in the left ear and out the right, but the second sentence made his heart tremble. He couldn't help but look toward the kitchen, where there should have been a figure busy in the sunset.

But this time Batman's memory was interrupted. Nightwing pulled him up and said: "You go change your clothes quickly, we'll go now, everyone will definitely be very happy to see you!"

Batman didn't know what happened. By the time he came back to his senses, he felt that he was surrounded by ten thousand ducks. A large group of young men and women surrounded him and talked all at once. If they weren't wearing GTO uniforms, he would have mistakenly thought he had broken into the Iceberg Lounge.

Everyone was very excited. This was their first close contact with Batman.

They hadn't seen Batman before, but at most they saw him flying around in the sky of Cat Getan, or sitting in the Batmobile, at most they could see him fighting with bad guys.

This time it was different. This time it was so close that they could touch his cape, and even take photos with him, and he signed for them all, and even signed on the cap of the lipstick.

Everyone cheered, and Gordon was also happy about the continuous good things happening to the GTO recently, and also felt that this should indeed improve Batman's mental state, so he waved his hand, and the evening training was cancelled, and everyone went to the backyard of the police station to eat late-night snacks.

Americans also eat barbecue, but it is American-style barbecue, which is setting up a stove in their own yard, brushing fresh beef with sauce, and can be roasted in a whole piece, or cut and strung into bell pepper skewers.

Bruce, who didn't even have a shadow when working, came at meal time, and brought the Pale Knight who had been handling official documents. From the Pale Knight's expression, it could be seen that Bruce's "brought"

Gordon looked at the two people entering the door with amazement; he really had lived long enough to see everything. He never expected that one day he would see Batman kidnapping the Joker.

The others didn't have any particular thoughts about Bruce Wei En's arrival, because most people didn't know that Batman and Bruce were the same person. They still thought that Batman and the wealthy tycoon Wei En had arrived together.

As for why Wei En would come, it was also simple: didn't the Mayor come too? It was common knowledge that the Mayor and their Commissioner were good friends. It was also normal for the Mayor, as Mayor, to be good friends with Wei En. To put it plainly, everyone was friends; having a barbecue together was the most normal thing in the world.

Only the Pale Knight was speechless at such a scene. Looking at Bruce's skilled barbecue technique, no one would believe he hadn't timed his arrival perfectly.

But Bruce's presence did have its benefits. Now Batman had no way to reveal his true identity; after all, so many people had seen Bruce and Batman appear at the same time.

Bruce's face couldn't be faked, and Batman had also been verified as real by many people who had close contact with him. In this way, it was confirmed that Bruce Wei En and Batman were two different people.

If Batman wanted to reveal his identity later, he would have to find a way to explain where Bruce came from. But Bruce's origin could be revealed even less; parallel universes and the like were still a bit too stimulating for ordinary people.

The Pale Knight felt that this was definitely intentional on Bruce's part, but he soon overturned this view of his, because just as the meat was grilled, Schiller arrived.

He greeted Gordon and the others with a smile, and they all responded to him. Clearly, he hadn't come to the police station few times these past few days; at the very least, he had become a familiar face.

This matter might not necessarily be Bruce's intention, but it was definitely Schiller's. He just wanted to confirm that Bruce Wei En and Batman were two different people, so that Batman would give up the idea of revealing his identity.

Watching Schiller's elegant yet rapid way of eating, the Pale Knight knew that he hadn't done this sort of thing few times either.

After eating enough, Schiller sneakily pulled Batman to one side. The Pale Knight vaguely heard them talking about money or something similar, which gave him a bad premonition.

If one had to summarize it, it would probably be: "We are about to fight to the death, why has Your Majesty surrendered first?"

I haven't even finished investigating here, how has Batman already colluded with Schiller?

Once the 15th arrives, you're voting on time, right?

If Schiller could hear the Pale Knight's inner thoughts, he would definitely deny them, because this time he was sincerely here to offer advice and strategies to Batman.

It was agreed before that they would take money from high society to build a Cat Getan for ordinary people, but after digging around, they only dug out one Charabong family, and even emptied Batman's pockets. This was just the beginning.

It wasn't that Schiller had to go from shallow to deep, but operations required capital. Previously, they were penniless, and good plans needed money to be implemented. Without money, even a clever housewife couldn't cook without rice.

But now it was better; with the liquid funds of an entire Charabong family, plus the money Batman had prepared as a safety net, Schiller could pull off some truly big moves.

And as for the principle of this plan, one had to borrow a saying from high society: "In Cat Getan, crime is the best investment."

"What do you want to do again?" Batman glanced at the people who were drinking and said in a low voice, "I will only help you get Balk out; don't even think about making me spend another penny on anything else."

"Rest assured, I definitely won't make you spend another penny," Schiller also said in a low voice, "At least it definitely won't be your money being spent."

"I have a plan that can fleece them hard."

"No one will spit out meat that is already in their mouth for no reason," Batman hinted.

"Yes, unless they have food poisoning," Schiller replied.