Chapter 016 The Scarecrow's Declaration

"Bruce, what's wrong with you? What are you doing?"

"Who are you? What does it matter to you?"

Clark had good intentions, but Bruce didn't appreciate it at all. He picked up a bottle on the ground and blew on it.

But the bottle of wine was empty, and Bruce threw it away without a drop for a long time.

"Wine! Alfred, where's my wine!"

"Are you sure he's the one we're looking for?"

"I'm pretty sure Diana, even though he's a drunk now, he's a smart guy when he's sober."

But Dane soon felt something was wrong, judging by Bruce's appearance, he was like this for a day or two.

If you haven't been out for such a long time, what kind of chaos has Gotham become?

"The city gave me a very bad feeling, gloomy and damp."

Diana accurately pinpointed the characteristics of Gotham.

"Don't underestimate this place. The villains who come out of here may not be very powerful, but they basically have two unique skills."

"Some people even got a nuclear warhead, and if Batman didn't handle it in time, there would be a good Firework show here."

"But when we just came here, we clearly saw that the place was calm and nothing happened."

"That's why I worry more. In a place like Gotham, calm is more terrifying than chaos."

"Because you don't know what lies beneath the surface of calm."

"It seems that you know Gotham very well."

This sentence was said by Bruce, who seemed to be completely drunk, and no one thought that he was sober.

"When did you wake up?"

Clark looked at him stupidly, feeling like a fool.

"From the time you entered this house."

Bruce pushed Clark's hand away roughly, and briefly ran through his hair.

Dane pondered: "How many surveillance cameras have you installed in this house?"

Bruce said coldly: "Everywhere you can see is there, well, now it's time for me to ask, who are you?"

"We are the Justice League!"

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Clark puffed out his chest proudly.

Bruce nodded, not knowing if he listened, and then he asked:

"How did you know my real identity?"

"Oh, this, in fact, many people in Gotham know your real identity."

As Dane said, Bruce's face trembled, and he continued to make up the knife:

"Look, Batman needs money for props, high-tech equipment, etc."

"He comes out every night, which proves that he has enough free time."

"With money and leisure, plus Bruce Wayne just returned to Gotham, Batman started to appear, and most importantly..."

Dane looked at him strangely:

"Do you think that if you cover the upper half of your face, no one will recognize your chin? Your beauty gap is very obvious."

The beauty groove is commonly known as the buttocks and chin, which is a very obvious groove on the chin.

Bruce's groove is quite deep, and his personal identity is very heavy.

In fact, the villains in Gotham who didn't discover Batman's true identity were more because they were not familiar with Bruce Wayne, otherwise they would have recognized it at a glance.

At the moment, after listening to Dane's analysis, Bruce's face was completely darkened, and Bingshan's face was almost tense.

He could only reluctantly hold his respect, and said in a low voice: "What do you want to do here?"

"You have phlegm in your throat? Why are you talking like that?"

Now Bruce can't hold back anymore, who are you, you, it's very rude to tell people's short stories, you know that?

"I don't!"

"Hey, that's the right way to talk. They're all our own people, so why pretend?"

Bruce turned away, not wanting to talk to Dane anymore.

Diana and Clark snickered at the same time, feeling that Dane was too damaged.

Only then did Dane get serious: "We are here to invite you to join the Justice League."

"Justice League? Is this a third-rate boy scout organization?"

Bruce scoffed, dismissively.

Dane rolled his eyes and nodded thoughtfully:

"You're right, all three of us are Boy Scouts."

"But no matter what, criminals will not be caught and released like villains in a house-playing game, let go and caught, and go round and round..."

Bruce looked at Dane with red eyes: "What do you know! What right do you have to say that!"

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Dane said a few names lightly: "Rachel, Barbara, Jason..."

Every time a name is said, Bruce's momentum becomes weaker.

The shrewdness that he pretended to be capable of quickly dissipated, and he became the drunken look again.

"I appreciate that you can adhere to the principle of 'no killing', but the way of execution is too extreme."

Dane speaks without mercy.

"You know very well that some criminals are beyond cure, and procedural justice cannot sentence them to death. That's why Gotham is so chaotic."

"This city originally lacked the determination to punish evil, so it needs you, Batman, to help it exercise this necessary 'justice'."

Isn't the execution of the murderous maniac a necessary "justice"?

These words made Clark frown, and he was more inclined to Batman's "don't kill" principle.

But his reasons are different from Batman's. Clark is naturally not fond of killing.

On the other hand, Diana on the side agreed with Dane's words.

For her, the complete physical elimination of an enemy is the easiest and most effective means if necessary.

Justifiable violence is always needed, and it is precisely because ordinary people cannot do it that they hope that "heroes" can do it for them.

Help them to implement the simple justice in their hearts.

"No, we can't do that..."

Bruce muttered to himself:

"We must have a bottom line to prevent us from becoming the same as criminals. If we are out of control, who else can stop us? Justice stained with blood, what kind of justice is it?"

"We have no right to take another's life, even if he is a criminal..."

Dane approached him and whispered:

"Bruce, have you ever thought that from the first day you put on a bat battle suit to fight criminals, you are already a criminal!"

"Does the law give you the power to arrest them? Does the law give you the power to lynch?"

"You hide in the bat cave every day and use the monitor to spy on the privacy of the whole city. Who gave you such power?"

He snapped, "You dragged Barbara, Dick, and Jason, good boys, did you protect them?"

"No! You let lunatics like Joker torture them and kill them."

"This is all your fault!"

Bruce's eyes were glazed, and he seemed deaf.

Dane stood up and looked down at him:

"You shouldn't be like this. It's because the official power can't punish crazy criminals like Joker, Riddler, and Scarecrow that you decided to come forward, right?"

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"Since it's been done, since you've become Gotham's 'Dark Knight', why don't you do it a little more thoroughly?"

"Remember what I just said? Gotham has been a little too peaceful recently."

Dane's words seemed to wake him up, Bruce raised his head suddenly and stared at him: "What do you mean?"

"Don't look at me like that, like I have some bad intentions."

"Let me ask you, based on what you know about your 'old friends', is it normal to be so quiet during this time?"

As soon as Dane finished speaking, as if it was an appointment, Bruce's watch sounded an alarm.

It's from the supercomputer in the Batcave.

Usually when this thing goes off it means someone is up to something big in Gotham again.

Bruce ignored the three of them and went straight to his room.

Dane was not polite to him, and took Clark and Diana to catch up.

Bruce saw them following, but still ignored them.

He pressed a certain wall in the room, palm print recognition, the secret room opened, and there was an elevator inside.

Dane climbed up familiarly. Clark and Diana looked at each other and followed curiously.

Bruce still didn't respond, the lift took the four people deep underground, and finally stopped in a dark cave.

As soon as Bruce stepped onto the platform, lights lit up around him, and the dark cave was illuminated.

This is the Batcave, Batman's secret base.

Clark and Diana looked at the surrounding furnishings and buildings curiously, especially focusing on those technological products whose technological level was significantly higher than those on the market.

Bruce sat on the seat in the main control room, turned on the computer, and an intercepted news was played on the big screen.

It shows a bust of a man with a hood, a rag sack-like mask over his face, and what looks like a breathing mask over his mouth.

He is a scarecrow.

This was a live broadcast five minutes ago. In the lower left corner of the live broadcast, there was a small screen showing a massacre in a restaurant.

In the small screen, a police officer shot and killed surrounding citizens like crazy.

And the citizens are also killing each other, they seem to be dominated by some kind of hallucination.

I saw the scarecrow saying on the big screen:

"This demonstration was made with only five ounces of my new gas, and tomorrow, the demonstration will only look like a child's play."

"Guests of Gotham, you're only getting this one warning..."