Gotham can be easily destroyed, but not changed!

Corpses fell to the ground, and soon there were no more gunshots in the bank lobby.

Only the people lying on the ground screamed in fear.

With the sound of sirens, the police cars outside the bank came to surround the bank. One after another, the police cars turned sideways to act as cover. The Gotham police officers shivered and hid behind the cars, yelling in panic with their megaphones.

"Don't move, put down your weapon, and surrender immediately!"

A series of harsh noises.

David picked out his ears and looked outside.

None of the policemen hiding behind the car had an eager look on their faces to rescue the hostages, like recruits on the battlefield facing a trench where machine guns could be fired at any time. , pointing to the inside of the bank, the hand holding the gun trembled as if suffering from cold.

"Don't be afraid.

Gotham's elite police officers are here, and you are saved."

Picking up the money that was just withdrawn from the counter, David smiled at the terrified people on the ground. A gust of wind stirred up the smoke from his body and disappeared on the spot.

Bruce Wayne stared at the disappearing figure.

He had learned ninjutsu from the master ninja, and the ninjas could achieve the effect of invisibility through the cooperation of light effects and smoke, but he didn't see any flaw in the move just now.

Seeing the robber's body lying on the ground and the police officers seemed to be trying to break in. He quickly turned and ran upstairs, broke the window glass, fell into the alley, and fled.

Surveillance cameras had stopped functioning long before the robbers came in.

After finishing the small episode of withdrawing money, David used his fingers to solve the robbers. He left the bank and came to an uninhabited alley in a block a few hundred meters away. After a while, his skin returned to normal. When he was just about to leave and find a hotel where he could stay;

"What is your purpose in coming to Gotham?"

A deep and rough voice suddenly sounded from behind him.

David turned his head and saw that 'Red Hood Five' stood in the shadows, with a cold expression on his face, and the gun he was holding had been thrown away. He looked like a Greek warrior, with his suit full of blood and his powerful muscles ready for any action.

"You dare to chase after me, aren't you afraid to meet your accomplices together?"

"You should know that I'm not a gangster."

Bruce Wayne said with a frown, full of doubts in his heart.

'The young man in front of him was shrouded in mystery from head to toe. I don't know if there is some kind of high-tech weapon hidden in his hand that can emit lasers, and it is suspected that he surpassed him in the use of ninja invisibility ( T/N: referring to stealth).

The most important thing is to reveal my identity hidden under the red hood mask and human skin mask in a single sentence.'

"You're not a police officer, so you don't have the right to question me."

David said back while chuckling.

The Bruce Wayne in front of him already has a bit of future style.

Compared with the future Superman-Clark who has not left the campus in adolescence, he is much closer to the fully powered(in skills) and experienced Batman who is pivotal to the fate of the world, so although his strength is far inferior to Clark who has not lost his ability, the emotional points he can provide are still considerable.

"I'm not a police officer?

Besides a police officer, who would risk their lives to sneak into the gangsters and stop the robbery?"

Bruce asked slowly.

He admitted that he was a little reckless this time, and there were many mistakes and omissions in playing Red Hood Five, mainly because he didn't have time to spend more time with a group of bank robbers.

But no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't figure out where there are flaws that revealed his true identity.

"You're right.

But you forgot one thing—this is Gotham."

David spread his hands.

A teen resident of a small town near Metropolis introduced Gotham to the native of Gotham.

"..."

"In this rotten city, police officers are just part-time jobs. Gangsters, thugs, and insiders are the real jobs of Gotham police officers. Just like those people in front of the bank, they will never die for the low amount of a police officer's salary."

Bruce was silent for a while after listening to these words.

"Gotham, it won't be like this forever."

His voice was low, sounding as if he was reciting an ideal that he had decided to devote his life to making a reality.

"I wish you success."

David smiled, said the next sentence, and was about to turn around and leave.

"You don't seem to agree with this."

Wayne followed after him, like a cheetah biting its prey.

Regarding whether there is hope for Gotham, many people have different answers, which will not shake his belief in the slightest, but he wants to know what the young man in front of him thinks.

'Because I don't know why, strangely, this person seems to know me very well, including recognizing his identity, also understanding his saying that 'Gotham will not be like this forever', as if the other party is sure what he has hidden in his heart.'

"Gotham, with a long history, has given countless people the life and hope they want.

But there is no doubt that she is already sick and dying."

David paused slightly and said lightly.

There are various explanations in the comics about why Gotham is so dark and chaotic, such as being built on the gate of hell, being cursed, or being controlled by the court of owls, and even the spirit of the city is distorted and not human.

However, there is one sentence that can roughly describe Gotham, that is- Gotham can be easily destroyed, but it is difficult to change.

"If no one can stand up and pick up a cold and precise scalpel and cut away the cancer inside, Gotham will always be accompanied by pain and decay until her death."

"Like you did? Giving pain to the robbers as a killer?"

Bruce Wayne was keen to hear what he meant, and his tone was not kind.

Once upon a time, many years ago, when Joe Chill escaped from prison on parole as a witness for the arrest of a gang leader, he had thought about shooting the enemy who killed his parents when the other party walked out of the court.

But someone woke him up, and his parents would also never want to see him fall into darkness and become like those criminals.

"You seem to have just arrived in Gotham, but you have already taken seven or eight lives in this city."

"Could it be that I can't defend myself against a group of gunmen? It's just that I don't use a gun."

David didn't want to be pestered by him anymore and just walked away.

Even though he came to Gotham looking for someone, the current Bruce Wayne couldn't help him.

In the eyes of the public, Bruce Wayne is still missing, which means that the current Batman only returned to Gotham not long ago. He probably doesn't even understand his own company at the moment, and he is also very confused about the situation in Gotham.

"By the way, don't throw things on me next time, Gotham vigilante."

He took out a small tracker from his windbreaker's pocket and flicked it back.

The tracker was sent flying with a strong wind, and Bruce Wayne quickly turned his face away. The coin-shaped tracker a few millimeters in size, like a sharp razor, cut the skin on his face and sank deep into the brick wall behind him.

When he turned his gaze back, the alley was empty, and there was no one there, only a gust of cold wind was blowing.

Not surprised by this, he just frowned.

...

"Master Bruce?"

In the underground alleyway, a fast-moving black motorcycle drove up. The tires were thick enough to be bulletproof, and the majestic shape made people daunting. It stopped slowly in front of a bunker.

The man on the motorcycle tore off the tattered skin on his face, revealing a young and cold face with firm eyes. The whole person is like a piece of steel that has been forged through thousands of years of tempering and cannot be shaken, but it seems that he can't wait to achieve something.

"It's me, Alfred."

"I saw the news, you had another day of desperation, master."

Amidst the engine roar of the motorcycle stopped, the old man's helpless and worried voice came from the door.

"It's still early for the end of the day, Alfred."

At the door of the bunker, waiting for the door to open, Bruce turned over and got off the bike, and took off a red rose that was on the chest of his suit, his eyes were pensive, and he glanced at the imperceptible black spot hidden in the stamen of the rose.

"Please forgive me, master.

To be honest, manipulating a supercomputer was not part of the butler training I received at that time."

The door of the bunker opened slowly after half a minute.

"It's all right, Alfred.

I still have a long time today."

He walked into the base he called the Batcave without any hurry, and connected the tiny camera to a huge computer screen.

The video of the whole process of the bank robbery was played, and then the screen was frozen, and a young face was cropped out.

The light from the screen was reflected on Batman's face, starting a facial recognition software, staring at that face, he whispered in his mouth and pressed the search button.

"Now—let me see who you are."