Anti-hero of a certain comic

109. Act according to the script

The black car drove into Wayne Manor and stopped at the entrance of the mansion.

When Leo got out of the car, he suddenly thought that if it weren't for the butterfly effect, this vast building that symbolized Gotham's honor and respectability would have been burned to rubble.

Therefore, Bruce Wayne should thank himself for keeping him from being homeless.

Thinking of this, Leo had a smile on his face.

"Mr. White, you always come so early."

The old butler of the Wayne family stood at the door with an eager smile on his face.

Alfred always had a good attitude towards friends who had a good relationship with Master Bruce.

"Just call me Leo. My family also has a trustworthy and reliable housekeeper like you, so every time I see you, it makes me miss Star City."

Leo stood on the steps and said with a smile, Deadshot sat in the driver's seat and did not get out of the car.

In his words, he just couldn't adapt to the atmosphere of two rich people chatting, so he might as well continue to stay in the car.

"Bruce shouldn't be up yet, right, Alfred?"

Leo walked into the living room and sat on the sofa naturally, waiting for the old butler to make tea and bring it over.

Although he has not been to Wayne Manor a few times, he has never known what politeness is.

I turned on the TV and saw that the news was all about the invasion of the Kagemusha Alliance - it was not so direct, and the media all used "an unknown terrorist organization" as a code name.

The entire incident was summarized as a terrorist organization poisoning Gotham and then triggering large-scale panic in an attempt to enhance its international influence.

In the end, under the effective response of the Gotham Police Department and the wise command of the city government, they worked together to smash the evil plan of the terrorist organization and save countless Gotham citizens who were in danger...

In this regard, Deadshot, who saw the newspaper in the morning, had to admit that this statement once again refreshed his understanding of politicians' faces.

Leo, on the other hand, was very calm and said that it was just a basic exercise and there was no need to make a fuss.

At least they knew they couldn't take the credit alone and brought up James Gordon as a typical figure.

Presumably, that police detective will get a promotion and a raise in salary soon.

"I sometimes wonder if your Batman armor has any special status bonus. Otherwise, why would you always be full of energy when you are Batman, but seem sluggish once you become Bruce Wayne? Depressed."

About 10 minutes later, after washing up, Bruce sat on the sofa opposite Leo.

He looked tired, as if he hadn't woken up from sleep, and his face was a little pale due to excessive blood loss. There was a bandage wrapped around his waist.

"You were just sitting in Falcone's study, chatting with her daughter, while I was busy running away from the Gotham Police Department and stopping the Shadow Warriors' plan to destroy Gotham - that's why you He was able to sit across from me in high spirits and said the reason for this sentence with a look of confusion on his face."

Bruce took a sip of the refreshing coffee and then explained calmly.

When he is not Batman, he is not as taciturn as expected, but occasionally shows his humorous side.

It is well known among Gotham's upper class that whenever Bruce Wayne meets a beautiful woman, he can always make them laugh.

"Wow, it looks like that Batman armor suit not only provides you with great power, but also seals your mouth."

Leo's tone was normal. He personally admired Bruce Wayne more than Batman who was silent and would just leave when you spoke.

If you think about it carefully, except for a good-tempered person like Superman, no one would want to be friends with Batman.

"Talia Al Ghul is temporarily detained in Black Gate Prison. If the Sky Eye wants to take him away, at least wait until I finish interrogating him."

Bruce raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brow. Last night, he fought a fierce battle with a group of shadow warriors, and was later stabbed in the back by the daughter of the ninja master.

Both mentally and physically, they are almost at their limit.

This is also the reason why he didn't wake up until this point.

"When did you leave Gotham?"

Bruce looked at Leo enjoying his tea leisurely and asked emotionally.

"I just helped you save this city yesterday, and then you rush to drive me away today?"

Leo almost spit out his tea. He knew that Batman was very unhuman, but he didn't expect Bruce Wayne to be like this too.

"You misunderstood. I just remembered what you said last time. Sooner or later, someone will suspect that Batman is Bruce Wayne."

A smile appeared on Bruce's lips. He had never experienced the tragic death of his childhood sweetheart and falling in love with the clown.

Before the killing, he was not serious and depressed.

"So I thought if you're not in a hurry to get out of Gotham, do me a favor."

…………

Two days later, the Viceroy Hotel.

Today, the Wayne Group held a fund-raising event here on "Gotham Post-Disaster Reconstruction". Since the sponsor was Bruce Wayne, who is very influential in upper class society, there was an endless stream of participants.

The visitors are all well-dressed elites. They are willing to donate generously and participate in this event. Naturally, they do not simply want to do charity.

Spending money to buy fame is the real purpose of these wealthy businessmen and celebrities.

Anyway, in their eyes, no matter how much money they throw away, they can make it back from the pockets of the poor in the future.

Because of this, wouldn't a reputation as a philanthropist be the best of both worlds?

Just when the atmosphere of the cocktail party was getting better and better and was about to reach its climax, the roaring sound of helicopter rotors came from outside the observation deck.

As the organizer of this fund-raising event, Bruce Wayne was naturally late, and no one was surprised.

Because most people know that the heir to the Wayne family has always been elusive and does not often stay in Gotham.

Sometimes I go out on adventures, or take my new model girlfriend on vacations, etc.

In short, the lives of rich people are extremely fulfilling and happy.

In the eyes of everyone who was looking forward to it, Bruce Wayne stepped out of the helicopter as expected with his arms around two tall and exotic models.

"I'm sorry I'm late, but I'm glad to see you guys have started."

Bruce kept his bohemian playboy look, and Rachel, who was standing in the crowd, glanced at him, her eyes full of disappointment.

This beautiful assistant prosecutor is the childhood sweetheart of Gotham's favorite son.

According to the original timeline, she would have learned the true identity of Batman during the crisis when the Shadow Warriors destroyed Gotham, and then settled the differences with Bruce Wayne...

But unfortunately, a certain butterfly flapped its wings and changed the established trajectory.

The heir to the Wayne family became the center of attention in the city as soon as he entered the scene.

He raised the champagne that came with him and tapped the glass with his fingers.

"To the future and hope of Gotham, please join me in raising a glass."

These words caused a chorus of echoes, the guests raised their glasses, and the atmosphere in the venue immediately reached its peak.

Da da da!

A burst of gunfire came suddenly!

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I'm tonight's special."

While panicking, many guests present frowned, as if they had heard this line before.

And this scene seems very familiar.

But before they could think about it carefully, gunfire rang out again.

This time the robber was acting alone and was dressed no differently than ordinary people. He wore an ordinary sportswear hoodie and held a 6 assault rifle in his hand.

"Bruce Wayne, the richest guy in Gotham..."

The robber walked up to Bruce with a gun as if there was no one around. Halfway through speaking in an arrogant tone, he paused abruptly.

After a moment of pause, he continued: "I guess a young rich man like you wouldn't mind if I ask you for some pocket money, right?"

The muzzle of the gun swayed against Bruce's chest, as if he might pull the trigger at any time.

The venue was extremely silent. Logically speaking, the Governor's Hotel had tightened its security measures after the last kidnapping incident.

It is said that a retired senior officer from the Marine Corps was specially hired as the security director, along with well-trained security guards. I don’t know how this guy got in?

"Just tell me a number and I can sign a check for you right now."

Even in the face of kidnapping, Bruce still didn't lose half of his courage.

While the robbery and kidnapping incident was going on happily, the glass curtain wall of the venue suddenly shattered.

A black shadow flew in from outside, its open cloak looking like wings.

The bat-shaped black helmet, the cold-style armor uniform, and other obvious signs all indicate the other party's true identity.

Batman!

"Put down the gun and squat down with your hands on your head. I promise you won't be hurt."

A hoarse but threatening voice sounded in the venue.

Batman, whose appearance was quite eye-catching, instantly stole everyone's attention.