4. For the sake of everyone being orphans...

In the dark streets of East Gotham, the penguin who was shot has stopped crying.

Batman injected a hemostatic agent into his wound and used a special spray to keep the severed finger injury from getting worse, and then used his bat communicator to send a signal to Director Gordon.

The Penguin broke a certain "tacit agreement" and attacked the police station, which naturally had to be ended by the Gotham Police Department.

The VIP ticket for Black Gate Prison has been handed over to Oswald by the master himself, which can be regarded as a kind of faith that a superhero should do.

But today it's not over yet.

The young man Mason knew he couldn't just leave because Batman in front of him was staring at him with eyes that were so indifferent that there was almost no change in emotion.

Even through the goggles of the bat helmet, Mason could feel the cold scrutiny.

Obviously, the master was very dissatisfied with his "shameless sneak attack" just now.

"A dropout from Gotham High School, a 17-year-old young man who was mediocre and mediocre before was raised by a gangster with serious violent tendencies."

Batman said in a hoarse voice:

"Your performance tonight is consistent with that. Your past experience is incompatible, Mason Cooper, maybe you should explain it?"

"I guess you don't understand how tragic it is to have a drunk and crazy old man when you were young, and what's more, that Men get drunk every day."

The young man squatted down under the watchful eyes of the master, picked up the black umbrella that the penguin had "dropped", and held that delicate and deadly weapon in his hand.

He didn't meet Batman's eyes, lowered his head, and said in a calm but bitter tone:

"You took my father into prison three times with your own hands. I think you know that man better than I do. In my childhood memory, the number of times I saw him smile can easily be counted. After my mother died, he brought all kinds of women home to hang out. , I'm more of a liability than a gift to him.

Did you ever have a childhood like that, Batman?"

Mason looked up, glanced at the master, and said:

"I guess you didn't. If you did, then You would guess that I have been exercising secretly. I did not practice marksmanship to hurt others.

I just did it to protect myself!

Especially when I was seven years old and secretly called the police to take me away, he almost beat me to death after he found out Afterwards, from that damn day, I knew no one could protect me.

Not even you, who could make Gotham tremble!

Batman wasn't going to show up in that nightmare and take me away like in the comic books. "

These words instantly pierced the master's heart as hard as steel like a knife.

Of course, it won't break the defense all at once.

But those who are familiar with the origin story of Batman know that when facing Batman's questioning, it is obviously easier to get some sympathy by turning the topic to the level of parents.

What's more, Mason is not talking nonsense.

Judging from the memories he obtained after he took possession of this body, the young man's short life in the past was really painful. His father being hacked to death in a gang fire did not seem like a curse, it was more akin to relief.

Of course, such words cannot be said right now.

"All I hurt tonight are members of the Penguin Gang. They are bad guys!"

Mason knew that his words had worked when he saw the master's silence.

He continued:

"Since I was a kid, Penguin and his gang have locked on everything in my life. I went to high school thinking I could get rid of them. But they came to me immediately after my father's death and asked me to drop out of school and join them.

The bastard at your feet buys insurance for all his subordinates to win their hearts.

He claims to be the most righteous boss in the city, but to this day, he has not given me my father's share of the insurance money. I hate them, Is this a problem?

Only when they are no more can I let go of my past, overcome my fears, and embrace a new life. Batman! You're a great man, you're not afraid of these guys. They can't even take a gun to hurt you. But it's not the same for me.

I'm just an ordinary person with better marksmanship, I will die if I get hit, and I helped your friend, is it wrong for me to pursue a new life? Do you want me to apologize to them?"

After repeated questioning, On the light screen in front of Mason's eyes, the analysis progress bar of the special engineering artifact "Penguin's Armed Umbrella" appeared.

Compared with Batman's high-tech equipment, which often takes hundreds of hours to analyze, the analysis speed of this thing is much faster.

It will take a few minutes to complete the collection of drawings.

But there is a high probability that this umbrella will be taken away by the master, and Mason just wants to get the "trophy" he deserves after this conversation is over.

After ten-odd seconds of excruciating confrontation, he spread his hands and said to Batman:

"This is all my history. A story of a young man who endured for 17 years and finally found a chance to escape from hell, believe it or not! But I'm not here to provoke you, but actually, I'm here to thank you.

Without your intervention, the grievances between me and the Penguin Gang would not have ended so easily."

"Ended?" the master finally spoke.

With his cloak covering his body and the low black armor, he maintained his usual indifferent posture and said in a low voice:

"This is not the end at all, it's just the beginning.

You can't hide what you did tonight, Penguin's gang will not disband just because he and the backbone are in prison. Oswald has raised a group of killers in the city to deal with similar things for him. I don't judge the grievances between you and the Penguin gang.

I don't intend to criticize your decisions. But Mason, you have put yourself into a terrible crisis with your own hands, and you may not even survive tomorrow night."

"That's my business, I choose this path, and I will walk it myself. "

Mason was a little guilty.

But he still acted like a young man who didn't want to bow his head. He picked up his gun and put it behind his back, glanced at the master, and said in a low voice:

"Can I leave now? Batman, I'm going back to pack up and start fleeing."

"Stay here, wait for Gordon to come, he will protect you." The master said.

Mason rolled his eyes, and he whispered:

There are gangsters in the police station! If not for you showing up tonight, those black policemen will sell Commissioner Gordon to the Penguin immediately, you probably know that.

You want me to jump into the tiger's mouth?"

"Gordon has a few credible safe houses." The master didn't Explain more.

When the siren sounded in the street in the distance, he waved his hook gun and shot the flying claw into a high place. At the moment Batman flew up, he warned: "You said you want to live a peaceful life, Mason, It's best for you to do what you say. I'll keep an eye on you."

"Whoosh"

the figure of the man disappeared into the night, blending with the darkness, and Mason stood still and watched him leave, and then glanced at the penguin's armed umbrella in his hand.

He didn't take this? Is this the default that he owns this weapon now?

Maybe he feels that he needs this thing to protect himself in the next situation.

The young man blinked and breathed a sigh of relief.

In any case, it seems that his well-prepared rhetoric along the way really moved the master, and of course, it is very likely that it is some kind of "resonance" between the two orphans.

"Put down your weapons!"

As the police car swung to a stop quickly, Director Gordon's angry shout sounded in the dark night, and Mason didn't intend to show his bravery.

He held up his hands, allowing the police to come forward and collect his weapon.

Old Gordon walked over with a blank face, took the tracker out of Mason's arms, and made a gesture to hit the misbehaving child, but in the end, he just reached out and patted him on the shoulder, and ran to check on the unconscious penguin and personally put the handcuffs on his wrist.

At a certain corner of the street, Batman standing alone on the roof watched the police cars leave like a statue. After the flashing lights disappeared completely, the master activated the communication and said to the other end: "Alfred, enter the police City resident database, the keyword 'Mason Cooper', check all his information. Focus on whether he has a police record when he was seven years old, and whether there is a record of being abused by his father."

"Wait a minute, master Bruce"

Alfred's steady voice sounded from the communicator hidden in the bat ear decoration of the battle helmet. After a few seconds, the old butler sighed and replied: "Yes, the information matches your description. The child is seventeen years old, and between the age of 7 and 13, he was sent to the hospital three times.

The slightest one was a rib fracture.

He is very peaceful, Although his father is a gangster, he has no record of petty theft. Although not outstanding, according to his graduation record, all his teachers commented on him very positively.

There is nothing wrong with him other than being a little withdrawn.

Oh yes, the kid is a big 'Bat fan', he joined your cult in high school, and he's a core member. After finishing speaking, Alfred hesitated for a while and then asked:

"Master, are you going to train a new Robin again?" Do I need to prepare the adoption papers, The child no longer has any relatives.

"No." Batman resolutely refused, and said to Alfred when he turned to leave:

"I saw Jason in him. Maybe he will live safer if he doesn't touch me. Keep an eye on him, he has been suppressed by the darkness for too long, and tonight's outbreak may be just the beginning.

But no one knows whether it will return to calm or become distorted.

As for me, I just don't want to add another resident to Arkham Asylum, the city has enough troubles already."

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In the early hours of the next day, Director Gordon personally drove Mason to an apartment-safe house in the Audisburg district. The director was very vigilant and did not have any entourage except himself. Obviously, he also knew his police station, That place is not so clean.

" You stay here for the next few days, waiting for follow-up arrangements. The director threw a large bag of daily necessities on the bed in this small apartment and then said to Mason, who had changed into some new clothes and wore a baseball cap to cover up his face and looked around: "Don't go out, there is a tablet on the table over there. There is a phone for ordering meals and an emergency contact by the bedside. I ask again, are you really willing to be a witness against Oswald in court?"

"I already offended them, and they won't let me go even if I don't serve as a witness. "

The young man was not under any pressure walked to the window and pulled up the blinds slightly, and he could see the Miller Harbor in the dark and the Gotham River flowing through the city.

He looked back at Director Gordon and asked: "How long will the Penguin be sent in?"

"Based on the evidence, at least two hundred and thirty-five years."

The chief shrugged and added: "Of course, that's if he doesn't get jailbroken."

Mason said nothing. Without a temper, he grinned and said:

"So you, the police chief, have tacitly agreed that the villains caught by you will escape from prison?"

"This is Gotham, and everything is possible here." The chief laughed twice.

He looked at the time on his watch and was about to leave.

Mason called to him and said: "Leave me a weapon in case I need it. Where's my self-assembled gun?"

"It's left in the evidence department."

Gordon pushed up his black-rimmed glasses, he glanced at Mason, probably feeling that the young man's situation was really special, he hesitated for a few seconds and took out his spare gun and put it on the table, also leaving an extra magazine. (TN: The author (or just the MT) called it "clip" xD.)

He said: "Be careful."

"Yeah." Mason watched the director leave and then played with the gun and watched the car drive away from the window.

He stepped forward to lock the door, took a nice bath, and then returned to the room to pick up the umbrella he had been carrying, and took out the two bat darts he hid in his shoes.

He put them on the table, and the light screen in front of him immediately gave out the information label:

Penguin's Armed Umbrella

Quality: Excellent Engineering Items (Excellent Workmanship)

Status: Complete accessories (semi-automatic repeating gun, fighting spears, staff swords, Miniature flamethrower, miniature poisonous gas injector, umbrella surface bulletproof shield, ejection throwing knife)

Maker: "The Penguin" Oswald Copperpot

Item description: We generally call this an ingenious multi-purpose self-defense weapon.

Reminder: The blueprint has been included, and after the improvement of engineering skills, it can be deeply modified.

"Click"

Mason twisted the bent umbrella handle, making the umbrella make a slight sound like a gear returning to its original position. A snow-white sharp blade popped out.

Turn the umbrella handle slightly again, and the tip of the umbrella is replaced with a delicate spout.

As he turned the umbrella handle to the end, the sharp umbrella tip shot out with a whoosh and hit the wall fiercely, and the tail was still trembling at high speed.

Mason grinned, retracted the umbrella tip, and opened the umbrella handle to expose the ammunition opening, and loaded the bullets in Director Gordon's gun one by one.

The thing was loaded with fifteen rounds, but reloading was a waste of time, and shooting was obviously its most insignificant function.

Those dazzling little accessories are hidden in a ring-shaped mechanical box on the upper end of the umbrella, which looks very delicate just like a music box.

With Mason's current Lv0 engineering level, he can be sure that if he dismantles this thing, he will definitely not be able to install it by himself.

He played with the umbrella for a while, then picked up two tough and exaggerated bat darts and placed them in front of his eyes. The information label popped up again:

Basic Bat Dart

Quality: Fine Forging/Engineering Items (Excellent Crafting)

Status: Not equipped with any components, Seven weapon slots of different specifications are reserved in the center of the fighting dart, which can meet different needs including blasting, electromagnetic shock, blinding, poison, and monitoring.

It can be used for close combat after pulling the dart away.

Producer: Wayne Industrial Science and Technology Research and Development Department

Item Description: You know that the cost of this small piece of iron bump and a loan is enough for you to buy a new car, right? Do you have the heart to throw it out and hit people?

Reminder: The physical samples have been collected, and the drawings have been included.

"Who can use this thing except Bruce Wayne?"

Mason sighed and said: "So those villains who were knocked down by bat darts were actually hit by a luxury car? This is money ability, tsk, really Envious."

But the young man's envy like eating a lemon has not yet ended, and a reminder popped up on the light curtain in front of him: 'Enter the combat state?'

Mason blinked in surprise.

In the next second, some kind of heavy object hit the wall of this "safe house", and then there was a violent explosion that shook the entire apartment.

The young man was blown out and hit the wall on the other side, he got up spitting blood.

But he reacted very quickly. In confusion, he grabbed Penguin's umbrella and opened it like a shield in front of him with a swish.

The impact of bang bang hit the umbrella, and the flying bullets pulled the young man back to the frenzied shootout several hours ago.

Black smoke billowed from the bombed-out walls, and several masked men rushed toward the automatic weapons. They hadn't seen the target yet, but the free-aiming frame in front of Mason's eyes had already locked them.

The young man held the umbrella while holding the trigger of the umbrella handle, and the moment the preset trajectory was corrected, he decisively pulled the trigger.

Three shots in a row overwhelmed the two intruding killers. He picked up the gun left by Gordon in his arms. He rushed out the door amid the sound of gunfire behind him.

Gotham Police Department's safe house is safe enough.

Well, at least it is for killers.