This bat cub looks very weak

First floor: The person you met was not the god of death but an angel! He not only saved you but also killed those thugs. This is much better than Batman who never kills people!

Second floor: Don’t be crazy, Batman doesn’t kill people for his reasons. Besides, who among Gotham’s thugs is not afraid of Batman?

3rd floor: Speaking of Batman, I don't think I saw Batman yesterday? If it was a break, wasn't there a mob riot yesterday? It's a bit unrealistic not to see Batman, right?

4th floor: I also saw the lady of death that the OP mentioned yesterday! I also saw her face! She looked very young! But if you ask me to describe her appearance now, I may not remember it clearly, but I think she was pretty cute.

5th floor: Shocked! The people upstairs actually saw Miss Death's appearance? Aren't those superheroes supposed to wear masks and keep their identities secret?

6th floor: Who are you talking about? Didn't the Iron Man in New York reveal his true identity at the beginning? Oh no, didn't Tony Stark announce that he was Iron Man?

7th floor: Am I the only one who is curious about why Miss Death appeared in Gotham? Is she trying to steal Batman's business or is she actually a villain?

"Pfft!" Dorothy laughed out loud when she saw this comment. Unexpectedly, Unlucky Pope was given the name of the god of death again by accident.

"When a person is at his most beautiful, he is killed to prevent him from getting uglier." Such a rumor goes like this.

Yesterday, Dorothy ran around for most of the night before she finally calmed down the violence. It was her first time doing such a mission and she was still a little uncomfortable with it. After all, if she arrested a few people, she would have to throw them into the police station. It would be more convenient to just kill them directly.

But Dorothy didn't kill him. First, she was worried that Batman would collapse, and second,...

"Hey! Little girl, are you alone?" Just as Dorothy was thinking about her own character, a voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Hmm?" Dorothy turned to look at the person who spoke. There were two young men standing beside her, looking at her with smiles on their faces.

"Seeing that you're all alone, why don't you go play with the older brothers?" another young man also said.

I didn't expect that someone wearing an unlucky vest would come to chat up with me. Miyashita Fujika is pretty good looking! However, Dorothy looked at the two young men and didn't feel any malice from them, but there was something unusual about the person who took the initiative to see her.

Dorothy was thinking about how to deal with these two people, and she didn't notice that there was a man driving a luxury car on the side of the road who was paying attention to this side.

This person is Bruce Wayne. Because he was in a hurry to go out, he just picked up a car key. Unexpectedly, he took the most expensive Lamborghini limited edition. As a result, a lot of people stopped to watch and took pictures from time to time.

He didn't mind being photographed as Bruce Wayne, so he smiled back at those who took the photos. But, those girls, weren't they just two flirters? If they didn't want to, they could just refuse.

Bruce looked at Dorothy who was chatting and laughing with the two young men, then looked at the young men who had already sat down and were ready to start chatting with Dorothy, and he felt inexplicably unhappy.

"Hey, boys." Just when Dorothy had almost figured out the secret in the two young men's hearts, another voice interrupted their harmonious scene.

Several people looked over in the direction of the voice. The man who came in looked like an elite from a listed company. He had a neatly combed back hair, wore a high-end custom-made suit, and wore watches on his hands that were all limited editions of this year. He looked like a gentleman.

"?" Dorothy looked at the person who came and was quite confused.

What is Bruce doing here?

"Ah? What do you want to do? I told you we were here first!" A young man felt inexplicably unhappy when he saw Bruce's appearance. He hated this kind of arrogant attitude of "I have money, you are all trash".

"Hey, we are all young people, why are you so angry? Yes, you were here first, so let's just leave it at that." Bruce said to himself, and then took out a men's brand-name wallet from the pocket of his suit. He casually took out a stack of money from the wallet and threw it on the table in front of the young man, "This is enough, just consider it as me buying your right to be here first, take the money and leave."

He is indeed a rich man...

Dorothy looked at Bruce's behavior and said nothing or stopped him. She was still wondering why Bruce had not been beaten to death by others after pretending to be like this for so many years, but Batman was beaten even worse.

"You!" The other young man began to get angry when he saw Bruce's attitude of throwing money at people. When he was about to stand up and prepare to teach this arrogant rich man a lesson, his companion beside him pulled his clothes and whispered something to him. In the end, the two men took the money and left.

"Ah, he left just like that..." Dorothy felt inexplicably sorry. She finally met someone to chat with, but Bruce bribed her with money.

"Why, you sound a little regretful." Bruce's tone turned cold, completely different from the way he smiled and threw money just now.

"No." Dorothy looked up at Bruce and said to him helplessly, "So what are you doing here?"

"Of course I came to see you. Although I agreed to let you stay in Gotham for a while, you must be under my surveillance before you can act." Bruce sat on the chair in front of Dorothy and looked at her with a serious attitude. "Besides, I haven't asked you what you did last night."

"I thought Mr. Alfred had already told you." Dorothy sighed silently. Although she did think that coming to Bruce too hastily would cause him to be disgusted, she did not expect that this reaction was a bit too much. After a brief thought in her mind, Dorothy said, "Are you sure you want to say it here?"

Bruce looked at the girl in front of him with a half-smile on her face, and his heart skipped a beat. This smile gave him an instinctive bad feeling, but even so, he had to go ahead and continue.

"I understand. Come with me." Bruce looked around. Although this was not the center of the mall, there were many pedestrians passing by. He could not guarantee that everyone was an ordinary person, so if he wanted to talk, he should go to a slightly more private place.

So Dorothy got into the Lamborghini.

Dorothy: Hahahaha, she was inexplicably looking forward to tomorrow’s entertainment news.

"So, what do you want to ask?" Dorothy said, holding the computer and looking at the car window in front of her.

"What's your name?" Bruce started the car and asked seriously.

"Unlucky Pop."

"Boogie...pop?" Bruce said this strange name, "Is this your real name?"

"Yes, but no," Dorothy answered truthfully.

"how old are you?"

"Hmm... 16?" Dorothy wasn't really sure about this. Unlucky Pop was considered the consciousness of the world, so he was actually born a long time ago, but Dorothy didn't know exactly when.

But the real body Dorothy is using now should be around sixteen or seventeen years old, a high school girl in the prime of her life.

"16?" Bruce looked at Dorothy in disbelief, but quickly turned his head away and muttered, "She's really young."

However, when Dorothy heard these words, for some reason she subconsciously wanted to frown, because as far as she knew, the age of Batman's assistant was younger than the age of her current body.