Chapter 748

"... I said long ago that that freak wouldn't be a good person." A fat man leaned on the back of the chair, used a toothpick to pick his teeth, and said: "Saving people unconditionally in Cat Getan, don't you think this sounds very absurd?"

Another gentleman sitting opposite him was thinner, but from the details of his cufflinks and watch, it could be seen that he was richer than the fat man. He cleared his throat and said: "This is exactly what I am worried about. I have no prejudice against gangsters. In the shipping industry, I have seen many local snake gangs. As long as they are fed, my ship is safe."

"But what I am most afraid of is those unemployed youths who gather in twos and threes. They don't read books properly, don't do their proper jobs, think about petty theft all day, and occasionally cause big trouble. Since the mast of one of my ships was blown off by them, I never allow anyone under twenty to approach my ship."

Next to him, a gorgeously dressed lady wiped the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief and said: "Yes, those brats are the most terrible. If you ask me, Batman is also like this."

"I know, this kind of saying is most popular in university clubs. Those simple boys feel that going out to act chivalrously is a hero, so they can do whatever they want unscrupulously. I most disapprove of such behavior. Miss Goth family will not worship such people."

The fat man sitting opposite him chimed in: "Yes, Madam, everyone knows that your family's young lady is the best educated. But I see that Batman doesn't have such a kind heart. Everyone says he is saving people, but who did he save?"

The fat man used a fork to stab a piece of matsutake, sent it into his mouth, and said: "Have you heard that friends around you have been helped by him? At least the employees of the car dealership under my hand have never received his favor."

At this time, Miss Goth spoke: "I have never heard classmates in the girls' school mention that their friends or family members have been helped by Batman. It seems that he is just famous in name only, and this time, it is estimated that he couldn't help it."

"Oh, Miss, did you attend a girls' school?" asked the slightly thinner gentleman.

"Yes." Miss Goth nodded reservedly and said: "It is a girls' school run by the church. I have always been studying in a church school, Mr. Witt."

Mr. Witt showed a smile, looked at Mrs. Goth and said: "Actually, I came to Cat Getan this time precisely for the play performed by the Angelica Theater Troupe. After watching their performance of 'La Traviata' in Metropolis once, I have been thinking about it. That performance was too wonderful."

"Such a tasteful drama, of course, should invite ladies to enjoy it together. I wonder if you and Miss Goth can do me the honor of going to watch a performance brought by the Angelica Theater Troupe with our father and son?"

Mrs. Goth showed a smile and nodded reservedly. Several people at the table showed a satisfied smile.

And just at this time, the door was knocked. Mrs. Goth nodded to the waiter. The waiter walked forward. After opening the door, Cobblepot walked in.

More than a year passed, his figure grew a lot. Because his appearance was relatively mature, and he dressed exactly like an adult, he could hardly tell that he was very young.

Cobblepot walked forward, shook hands with Mr. Witt, and said: "How is the dining experience, ladies and gentlemen?"

"Very good, Mr. Cobblepot. The ingredients are very fresh, but I must say, the downstairs is really too noisy. How can those porters eat in the same restaurant as us?" The fat man spoke first.

Mrs. Goth also chimed in: "Yes, when I came in, I was almost shocked by their noise. I have never seen so many people without quality gathered together in my life. Oh my god, if it weren't for my daughter's insistence on coming to taste, I would never come to such a place in my life!"

Cobblepot lowered his head and smiled and said: "Don't say that, Madam. I allow them to come in, also because you are kind-hearted. You can treat this place as a place like a charity hall. Every consumption you make here is equivalent to doing charity."

Mrs. Goth's frown relaxed a bit. She pursed her lips and nodded and said: "Since this is the case, then count it as my kindness. Before I came, I saw that the waiters on the first floor were still children. Help me bring some tips down later, just treat it as pitying them."

Speaking of this, Miss Goth made a cross on her chest and said: "I am really sad for that pitiful little girl mentioned in the front page headline today. She just fell into the hands of bad people and died on a cold night. I am willing to hold a choir for her, just this weekend. I hope more people will come to mourn her..."

Saying that, Miss Goth winked at her mother. Mrs. Goth covered her mouth again and said: "My poor Belle, always so sentimental. Mr. Witt, why don't we go to her school to listen to the choir together after watching the play, how about it?"

"Of course, Madam. My son is also willing to do charity."

The two exchanged a look, both showed satisfied expressions, and chatted with Cobblepot again. This time, they talked about the upcoming comedy.

But just in the middle of the conversation, a waiter suddenly walked in, whispered a few words to Cobblepot, and still had a terrified expression of being frightened on his face. Cobblepot glanced at him, and then smiled and said to the others:

"A newly opened restaurant will always face various troubles, won't it? A novice who has not been trained broke a sculpture in my office, and now he is crying in fear. I have to deal with this matter. You guys talk first..."

After speaking, he left. And after the room door was closed, Mr. Witt shook his head and said: "This boss is very humorous and witty, but it's a pity that he has no foresight in business..."

Several others echoed, but Cobblepot, who had already walked upstairs, didn't hear it.

Arriving at the office on the top floor, a pitch-black figure was standing in front of the window. The waiter stood outside the door, pointed at the black shadow with trembling fingers, and said to Cobblepot: "Boss, should we call someone first? That seems to be Batman..."

"No need. You go out first. I'll chat with him alone." Cobblepot said.

"But, didn't the newspaper say that Batman is a heinous child killer? Boss, let's call someone first." The waiter looked into the room, trembling and saying.

Cobblepot stared at him with his eyes. The waiter's voice became smaller and smaller, and then he didn't speak. After turning and leaving, he also made a gesture to Cobblepot, meaning "call me at any time".

Cobblepot walked into the room door, knocked on his desk, looked at Batman, and asked: "What are you doing here?"

"What did you do?" Batman asked.

Cobblepot stared at him silently. After Batman spoke again: "You are fabricating news to frame me. The newspaper editor told me that it was you who asked him to publish that article."

"Batman, you don't think that after losing to me, you don't have to pay any price, do you?" Cobblepot showed a sneer and said: "You and I both know that you lost. This is the price you need to pay: ruined reputation, reviled by thousands."

"You are fabricating facts and deliberately framing me." Batman said.

Cobblepot lowered his head for a moment, and then raised his head again, looking at Batman and saying: "Isn't what I said a fact? You killed that child. Her corpse should be buried in a grave on the outskirts of Cat Getan City now."

"In addition, the situation of those children you sent to the hospital has not improved, and one child has already gone into shock. He is being rescued in the intensive care unit. If there is no accident, his life will not be saved either."

"Don't tell me, the bright and great Batman, feels that such a situation is not called failure." Cobblepot tapped the table lightly with his hand again and said: "Before you came, you should have already investigated my restaurant. The children I took away are all living very well."

"That's right, they are still malnourished, have to work every day, and have no salary, but you can try now to see if you can take them away. If you succeed, it counts as you winning." Cobblepot looked at Batman with a provocative look.

Batman would not easily fall into such a trap. Cobblepot was inciting him to snatch people in public. That would confirm his bad reputation now. He walked forward, stared into Cobblepot's eyes, and said: "Regardless, fabricating facts and distorting reports is a crime."

"Do you want to arrest me?" Cobblepot bared his teeth at him, and then suddenly, turned and ran out of the door.

Batman's anger reached its peak. He chased out directly. Cobblepot was more familiar with the terrain. He ran down along the stairs, while Batman knocked down the waiter waiting on the road, and didn't see his action of hurriedly climbing up to find the phone.

Just running to the fifth floor, Cobblepot fell in the corridor. He let out a painful cry, causing several VIP room doors to open.

And at this time, Batman rushed down. He grabbed Cobblepot's collar and swung his fist to hit him.

But the fist didn't land on Cobblepot at all, and Cobblepot started screaming. Those guests also screamed along. Batman heard a familiar voice. It was his neighbor Mrs. Goth screaming:

"My god! Mr. Oswald!

He was held hostage by Batman! Quick, quick, call someone! This should be the jurisdiction of the Spencer family. Quick, go call their thugs!

!"

"Batman! What are you doing?! You dare to kill this restaurant boss in public, are you crazy?!

"Quick, quick, quick! Call the police! Cat Getan's police are no longer the waste they used to be! They have heavy firepower! Quick, call! Just say Batman wants to kill someone!

!"

Batman didn't touch Cobblepot at all, but Cobblepot rolled on the ground and kept screaming. Those guests who were relatively far away didn't see what was going on at all, and started roaring along.

Batman looked at them, let go of Cobblepot's collar, gave him a cold look, and then jumped out from the window.

Ten minutes later, Gordon opened the rooftop door and walked toward Batman, who was standing on the edge of the building. He sighed and said: "Batman, what's going on with the things in that report, and what just happened?"

Batman stood silently on the edge of the rooftop. Gordon walked to his side and said to him: "You were a bit too much today. Many upper-class people saw your performance. They felt that you would endanger their safety, so they gave the Cat Getan Police Department great pressure, demanding that we take you away for investigation."

"If it weren't for the fact that I still have some status in the police station, you might have been wanted by now. After all, the Iceberg Restaurant just opened, the passenger flow there is very large, and you beat Oswald in public..."

"I didn't beat him." Batman said.

"Batman, we haven't talked like this for a long time. I'm not going to educate you, but I must say, you should calm down and think about what you are doing."

"Yes, I believe you won't do bad things. If a little girl really died, that might be an accident, perhaps just a little mistake, but you should also think about the method of doing good things. If it goes on like this, we will all be very painful."

"Why don't you use these words to persuade yourself?" Batman said: "You should change a way to do good things. There is no need to stay in Cat Getan."

"You are saying angry words, Batman. You know this is not the same thing at all. If your emotions were not out of control, I believe you would not have attacked Cobblepot in public, and since you did so, it shows that you might have some troubles recently."

Gordon sighed and said: "You don't have to force yourself too hard. You don't have to solve all the evils of Cat Getan overnight. Sometimes, you have to learn to return to life. You still have to live, don't you?"

Before Gordon turned and left, he said: "Go back to your manor, live a peaceful life there for a few days, and don't appear in these few nights. Otherwise, your name will appear on the wanted list."

After Gordon left, Batman's ears were filled with the cold wind whistling in the night of Cat Getan. And at this time, another footstep came. A whip wrapped around Batman's waist, followed by a warm body sticking up.

"Honey, I've been looking for you for several days. Where have you been?" Catwoman's voice sounded. She said: "You look, a bit unhappy?"

"You should look at the newspaper." Batman didn't turn his head and said in a calm tone.

"I read it, but so what? I don't believe that's you." Catwoman hugged Batman's neck and said: "In my opinion, you are a rotten good person, preferring to sacrifice your own time for fun to save people."

"If you really didn't succeed in saving people, then it means that something might have happened, but it's impossible for you to do it on purpose. Compared to me, you seem to love those strangers who haven't been saved more, right? My Jesus?"

Catwoman's teasing tone appeared and disappeared in Batman's ears, but it made him feel an anger. He couldn't stand Catwoman always looking at everything like a game.

He pulled away Catwoman's hand, took her whip off his body, and then pushed her away, saying: "You don't have to see me. Going to the amusement park to play is the same."

"Please? What are you doing?" Catwoman was made inexplicable by him. She said: "We haven't seen each other for more than a week. Don't you want to go for a ride with me? Just like before, racing on the rooftops of Cat Getan?"

"Selina." Batman turned and called her name directly, saying: "Not everyone can look at everything that happens to them with such a frivolous attitude like you."

Catwoman stared at Batman with her eyes and said: "Have you ever thought that maybe you are too serious?"

After speaking, she took two steps back, swung her whip in the air, and then turned and left.

Batman took a deep breath and closed his eyes painfully. Everyone around him was in this attitude, but he firmly believed he was not wrong.

He should have a plan for everything, should improve the success rate of the plan as much as possible, should strive to reflect, summarize, do better, and let everything be under his control. This is not being too serious, this is the foundation of wanting to be a good Batman.

Batman stood on the rooftop of the building, overlooking the lights of Cat Getan. Just at this time, he saw a robbery happen in a nearby shop. He jumped down, wanting to deal with the robbers.

But the shop owner, who was originally screaming, saw his figure and picked up a gun, aimed the muzzle at him, and shouted:

"Batman? It's Batman! Get out! Get out of my shop! Otherwise, I'm going to call the police!

!"

Batman only thought about subduing the robbers, but the shop owner's shout had called out other shop owners. They all held guns. A grumpy shop owner aimed directly at Batman and fired a shot.

Batman rolled to dodge the bullet, instinctively threw a Batarang in that direction. The shop owner who fired the gun dodged in a panic. The Batarang brushed past his hair and was deeply embedded in the shop's sign.

Batman's back, the shop owner's panicked expression, and the shop sign with a big hole were thus frozen on the front page headline of the next day's newspaper.

Picking up the newspaper from the neighbor's mailbox again, Bruce sighed, turned back to look at Wei En Manor, and thought, perhaps, Batman should rest for a few days.

The things that happened in these few days made him too exhausted, and he couldn't even concentrate. When he returned last night, he was grazed by stray bullets from a gang shootout. During the period of recuperation, he could just collect evidence to restore his reputation.

When he returned to Wei En Manor, Alfred's figure was not in the lobby, which made Bruce frown. In the past, at this time, Alfred would add firewood to the fireplace.

Just as he passed through the lobby to go to the back garden, he suddenly heard a violent cough.

He saw that at the corner of the manor corridor, Alfred was leaning against the wall, coughing violently, and still retching.

His old, slightly hunched body slowly squatted down along the wall. The originally very neat dress produced many wrinkles due to his movements.

Bruce widened his eyes, hurriedly ran up, helped Alfred up, and asked: "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Alfred shook his head and said: "No, it's been cooling down recently. I have a bit of a cold, but I've already taken medicine, maybe I'll be better soon."

"We have to go to the hospital." Bruce looked at him very seriously and said: "This doesn't look like a small cold at all!"

Saying that, he helped Alfred, helped him into the car, and then came to the hospital all the way.

Ten minutes later, only Bruce walked out of the hospital holding the diagnosis sheet. It wrote "severe cold", which might be caused by being rained on.

Bruce didn't forget that before, Aisha ran out, and Alfred was very anxious. The umbrella he picked up was relatively small, and it was blowing very hard outside at that time.

During the running, it was almost impossible to cover the whole body with an umbrella. When Alfred came back, Bruce was still drunk driving and speeding outside, so he didn't see Alfred's soaked clothes, nor did he send him to the hospital at the first time.

Standing in front of the hospital door, Bruce looked up, looked at Cat Getan's gloomy sky, and squeezed the diagnosis sheet in his hand.

He didn't understand why he messed up everything.

Batman's reputation was damaged, people would no longer listen to him. He had become a street rat in Cat Getan now, and perhaps soon, he would be wanted by the police station.

Dick would rather stay at school than come back, Aisha was still angry with him, Alfred was hospitalized with a severe cold, Schiller was disappointed with him because of his drunk driving and speeding, Gordon felt he couldn't communicate with him, and Catwoman was also angered away by him.

Standing on the street of Cat Getan City without sunshine, Bruce reached out and blocked his eyes, and then slowly squatted down.

He messed up Batman's life, and also messed up Bruce's life.

At this moment, Bruce felt an irresistible despair engulfing him, because he knew that he was alone again.

Just at this time, Bruce suddenly felt that a shadow covered the ground in front of him. As soon as he looked up, he saw a pale smiling face.

"What did I see?" Joker tilted his head, made a crying expression, and said: "... A sad little bat! Oh! Come here, let me hug you! Hahahahahahahaha!

!"

Joker laughed and opened his arms, and in his arms, were all bombs.