David in Gotham, Bruce Wayne Robs the Bank

"Actually, Mom Dad...you don't have to worry about me."

With the new ability, David is no longer going to hide his specialness.

Although the physique of the Deviant Syndrome of the Eternals cannot be revealed, just in case the weird appearance may cause the parents to worry, the ability to manipulate energy can be revealed.

"What do you mean?"

Seeing that their son was about to reveal something, the couple looked at each other suspiciously and with some worry.

hum!

A smile flashed across his eyes, David raised his hand, and the highly condensed purple energy light cluster remained silent.

"I also have some special abilities, self-protection is not a problem."

Purple light illuminated the room.

"Son, what... what's going on here?"

Jonathan and Martha lost their voices in surprise as they saw the light emerging from the hands of their youngest son, which looked like a small purple sun.

Clark's eyes widened, unable to believe what he was seeing.

This is different from the scene he imagined when he thought his younger brother would show off his abilities.

In the living room, the ticking of the clock could be heard.

...

After letting his surprised parents digest the sudden news.

"Manipulate energy?"

David went upstairs to make preparations before leaving. Clark followed up and asked in disbelief, "You actually hid part of your abilities and didn't tell me."

He will tell David about any abilities he has but the concealment by his brother, which made him think it he hid them out of defense, made him a little sad.

"It's an ability that has been awakened recently."

In his room, David pulled out a box from under the bed and moved the hundred-pound box onto the table without any effort.

The box is roughly the size of a baby's cradle.

"Really?"

"You can choose to believe it or not."

"You..."

Seeing that David didn't seem to be lying, Clark calmed down a little and was about to ask him when he had this ability.

Click!

David opened the box.

Large and small meteorites emitting green fluorescence lie quietly in the wooden box, and there are seventy or eighty pieces at a single rough glance.

"This... is this a box full of meteorites??"

Clark was stunned halfway through his speech, "How come there are so many meteorites."

If he hadn't lost his ability, he might have fallen to the ground as the box was opened and passed out.

"You..."

He stared at his younger brother with wide eyes.

"What are you collecting so many meteorites for?"

"Collection."

David raised his eyebrows, "Can't I have a collection?"

Looking at his younger brother who didn't change his face, Clark was so angry that he almost fainted.

"Do you think I believe it?"

He couldn't believe that he had only exposed his weakness of meteorites for just a few days, and his brother had already collected such a large box of meteorites.

Looks enough to build a cremation casket for him.

In fact, this is the inventory that David had dug up a long time ago in childhood, and he thought it was almost enough, so he didn't look for it again in the past few years.

hum!

David took out a slightly larger meteorite.

His eyes emitted energy rays, and the rays were manipulated to cut like lasers.

Under precise manipulation, pieces of hard meteorite skin were quickly cut off like a hot knife cutting butter.

"You can actually use your eyes to emit energy rays?"

Clark was surprised, looking at his brother's actions, he was a little puzzled, "What are you doing?"

"It's silly to carry a rock with yourself all the time,"

he said, quickly finishing what he had done.

"And the radiation emitted by the rough meteorite is not strong enough."

After blowing away the stone chips like green snow, the light in David's eyes disappeared.

On the palm, a ring cut from the innermost spar of the meteorite, like a green and flawless emerald, is emitting strong radiation. Under the daytime light, it can actually see a faint fluorescence.

Clark looked at the emerald ring, his face turned green, and he had the illusion of being poisoned, so he backed away unconsciously.

Even though he will not be powerless and suffering now, there is still a psychological trauma left.

"David, when you manage to bring Eric back, you'll destroy it, right?"

Putting the box back to where it was.

Facing Clark's temptation, David put on a kryptonite ring on his right index finger, smiled, and said nothing.

"It will be destroyed... right?" Clark swallowed his saliva with an extremely foreboding feeling, and there was no trace of confidence in his words.

…

Clark wanted to go with his younger brother, but Jonathan and Martha didn't allow it. He was powerless now, so it was better to stay at home and not cause trouble to his younger brother.

Downstairs, when David was about to leave.

No need to bring any luggage, a kryptonite ring is enough.

"Son, are you sure you have the confidence to bring Eric back and not let yourself get hurt?"

At the door of the house, Jonathan and Martha were nervous and concerned. Seeing that David was leaving, they couldn't help worrying.

How can a parent rest assured that his son is going to travel far away to another city, which may also be accompanied by danger?

"It won't be a problem."

David let out a breath and smiled.

After talking to his parents about his abilities, he was much more relaxed.

"My ability to manipulate energy is best at defense, and Clark's attack can't break through my defense."

"Really?"

Jonathan and Martha looked at Clark.

"Yes."

Clark nodded firmly.

In fact, he hasn't tried it, but he must not make his parents worry at this time.

"David, be careful."

Clark stepped forward and hugged David with concern on his face.

He secretly clenched his fists, logically the incident happened because of him, David should not have done this, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

"Son..."

David also hugged his parents, turned and left, and waved.

"Gotham is not far away. I'll be back soon in a few days."

Jonathan held his wife Martha in his arms and looked at the back of his son leaving with worry in his eyes.

"I hope God blesses our David to return safely."

David felt a little helpless because he knew the expressions of his parents without looking back.

Before when he hid his abilities, his parents were worried about his safety, but after showing his abilities, his parents still couldn't let go of their worries.

He left an afterimage in place and accelerated away.

...

Gotham is not far from the metropolis, just across the river.

The two cities facing each other across the sea have close cultural and economic exchanges.

Like the metropolis, Gotham is a bustling and advanced modern city. High-rise buildings can be seen everywhere. There is even a high-speed rail system that does not exist in the metropolis. The traffic and buildings are like blood vessels of the human body running through the city. As the heart of Gotham—Wayne Building delivers nourishment.

But unlike Metropolis, Gotham is flashy on the surface but hides its filth in the dark. The high crime rate is a label that Gotham can't erase.

...

tip!

Lead gray clouds covered the sky, cold raindrops fell down, and birds were unable to fly due to wet feathers, and they stood on the heads of gargoyle statues protruding from the walls of tall buildings, combing their feathers.

The bird's hair trembled and it looked downwards. Reflected in the bird's eyes, a black umbrella slowly crossed the street.

tip tip tip!

"Gotham seems to have dark clouds that never go away and endless rain."

Watching the long railroad cars drive with noise along the elevated tracks of concrete piers, David was wearing a gray windbreaker and put his hands on the He raised a corner of his umbrella, glanced at the gloomy sky, and sighed softly.

This is his impression of Gotham.

At least when he came to Gotham a few times before, he never encountered a sunny day.

"How can such a dark and humid place not breed some mold and dirt."

In a dark alley not far away, someone with a pale face, sniffling snot, and trembling body took out a roll of money, looking left and right like a thief, urging others to hurry up and take out the things to complete the transaction, and there were still a few people queuing up behind.

Clinging to the wall of the alley, an old homeless man with his dirty beard and untidy skinny body, with the gloomy gray sky reflected in his eyes, lay numbly on the cold ground.

A few vicious young tramps, wearing ragged clothes, gathered around the burning trash can and stretched out their hands in torn gloves to keep warm, shivering and shivering.

Seeing someone looking over, it looked like a few wild dogs with dirty fur were guarding their territory, and they gave him a vicious look.

This is the busiest city center in Gotham.

David shook his head, climbed up the steps to put away his umbrella, and walked into the Gotham National Bank which had an ancient historical facade that looked like an ancient castle.

"Without the super-vision and super hearing like Clark, it is not easy to find a person in a city with tens of millions of people."

First, he needs some money.

The outside looks like ancient bricks with a long history, but the inside of the bank is spacious and tidy, with thick marble pillars, soft brown sofas, and bright display windows.

The decoration is classical and elegant, without any lack of a modern humanistic atmosphere.

"Old things will have a new look."

The lobby manager in a suit and leather shoes talked to some customers who were holding free coffee.

"Do you still remember that the old coffee machine could not filter out the coffee beans, which made the customers' teeth always occupied by the beans, I don't know how many customers complained about it."

"Look at our Gotham National Bank now, the environment is fresh, the equipment is modern, and the high-tech security system, we promise to provide you with better services and protect your wealth more safely." Walking through the shiny marble floor, he said proudly, ignoring the lobby manager's open arms, David walked slowly to the counter, ready to handle business.

"I believe—who doesn't like the current Gotham National Bank ?"

At this time, a robber wearing a red hood broke in, and the leader joked, pointing a gun at the manager.

"I prefer the banks of sixty years ago. The vault doors of the banks at that time must not be as thick as they are now, which can't be opened by bombing them with tanks!"

Loud screams sounded in the bank instantly, and before the frightened people fled away like birds and beasts, a gunshot exploded in the head of the frozen bank manager.

"Continue to the old, it's not harmful to people."

The corpse fell down, the man smiled gracefully, put his index finger on his mouth, and the words that spewed out of his mouth were like a cold gust of wind blowing through the hall, making people tremble all over.

"For example, you should all lie on the ground now and be as silent as a mouse on a church beam, or we will use you to decorate the walls!" Robbing the National Bank during the day is a daring crime.

'Less than an hour after arriving in Gotham, I will taste the characteristics of Gotham again.'

David glanced over.

"Is this city so impatient to worsen my impression of it?"

Each of them wore red hoods, black suits, and even a red rose pinned to their chests, looking as if coming to attend a banquet.

How classy, ​​but then Gotham has no shortage of classy criminals.

"Oh, there's another kid here who didn't follow suit, can't he understand the words?" The people in the hall fell down trembling all over, and only one person was still standing there, looking around with a normal expression and even a little curiosity, as if there was nothing wrong.

Seeing that this was a bank robbery where someone could die at any moment was daring.

Seeing David, the leader of the robbers smiled and waved his hand as if sending a boy to a banquet to bring him a glass of champagne.

"Red Hood No. 5, teach this disobedient gentleman a lifelong lesson."

A young man walked out of the robbers behind him, ran up to David viciously, and pointed his gun neatly at his head, the voice was low and ferocious, making people frightened.

"Kneel down, I tell you to kneel down!"

As he said, he kicked his leg hard, but it was as if he had kicked a steel pillar, and he remained motionless!

With a dull pain in his feet, Red Hood No. 5 frowned under the hood, astonishment flashed across his eyes.

"I heard that people in Gotham have a difficult life."

David raised his eyebrows, and faced the unremarkable Red Hood No. 5 in front of him, David smiled lightly.

"But I didn't expect—Bruce Wayne, the owner of the Wayne Enterprises, has also been reduced to robbing banks?"