Roaming the universe, all thanks to your many dark skills!

"Ding, you got a WP870 (unidentified)"

Originally, Rosen didn't have much hope of getting something explosive, but unexpectedly, the clown gave him a surprise.

Especially when he saw the three words "unidentified", Rosen suddenly had a lot more expectations about the attributes of this gun.

But now was not the time to inspect the spoils, so he turned to Alfred and said, "I'm sorry to have disturbed your party. In order not to cause unnecessary trouble, I have to leave first."

"You can't leave!" As he spoke, a black shadow flashed and Batman stood in front of him.

"So, I did Bruce Wayne a favor by saving his party from bloodshed, and now you're going to get mad at me for killing a few petty villains and psychos?"

Rosen looked at Batman who was blocking his way and said, "Is that what you mean?"

"Even if they are villains and psychopaths, they should be handed over to the court and the mental hospital for punishment, instead of being killed so simply and brutally like you." Batman looked at Rosen and said, "Murder is against the law. You have crossed the line!"

"Alfred, what do you say?" Rosen looked at Alfred who was smiling bitterly.

What else could the latter do? He could only helplessly say: "Mr. Batman, can you..."

"No." Batman refused before he could even finish his sentence.

Alfred gave Rosen a helpless and apologetic smile.

"Since you are so shameless..." Rosen was too lazy to continue arguing with this stupid guy. He took a step forward, got close to Batman, and punched him.

Bang.

Batman tried to block the attack, but before he could reach out his hand, Rosen's fist had already hit him solidly in the chest.

With a dull explosion, Batman flew backwards twenty or thirty meters, knocking over the dining table and other things behind him, and all kinds of wine glasses and utensils were smashed to pieces.

Rosen came close to him almost like a shadow, reached out and grabbed his mask, and said lightly: "Then forget your shame."

As he said that, he pulled off his mask.

It's not that Bruce Wayne didn't want to stop it, but there was no way he could do it.

At this moment, not to mention how many ribs he had broken, the impact injuries to his internal organs alone were enough to make him feel so painful that he almost fainted.

But the terrible thing was that he just couldn't faint, so he could only endure the "humiliation" from Rosen.

"You should be thankful that you have a loyal butler who saved your life from me." Rosen looked down at him and said, "But there won't be a next time. If you don't want to live, just come to me."

Having said that, Rosen nodded to Alfred and left.

The banquet hall was now completely silent, but everyone's heart was filled with turbulent waves.

For all the guests present, compared to the deaths of the Joker and others, the news that Bruce Wayne, the famous playboy, was actually Batman was undoubtedly more shocking.

Alfred no longer cared to help Bruce Wayne conceal his identity. Instead, he hurried over to check his injuries, then took out his cell phone to call his private medical team.

That night, no, to be more precise, less than ten minutes later, the news that Bruce Wayne was Batman appeared on the news program with the word "explosive".

This time, not only the people of Gotham City, but even the whole of America was shocked.

The Wayne family is not only the richest family in Gotham City, but even in the whole of America, its financial strength is not inferior to some old-fashioned families.

What people had heard about Bruce Wayne before were just gossips. Who would have thought that this playboy actually had a hobby of disguising himself as Batman and fighting crime in private.

But after thinking about it for a while, everyone felt relieved.

After all, Gotham belongs to Wayne's family. It is now in a mess and full of crime. It is normal for him, as the owner, to clean up the dirt himself.

As for him dressing up as Batman, that's of course just his little quirk.

After all, it is normal for rich people to have some quirks.

It is much better to wear a hood and black clothes to scare people than to kill someone in a car race in the middle of the night and then walk away.

Although he killed the Joker and made an enemy of Batman, Rosen was not in a hurry to leave.

He really wanted to see how Bruce Wayne was going to deal with this situation.

As it turned out, he really underestimated the ability of rich people to manipulate public opinion.

Almost the next morning, the wind direction, which had been noisy all night, suddenly changed.

Bruce Wayne also changed from the real Batman to an imitator, and his purpose was even to provoke the Joker and prove that he was not afraid of his previous atrocities.

It sounds very immature and impulsive, but it has been recognized by many people.

Some people even feel that this kind of Bruce Wayne seems more like the guy in their impression who has accomplished nothing and does basically nothing except spending money and picking up girls.

As for Batman.

Oh, no, how could that be possible for Bruce Wayne, a guy who is incompetent at everything and the number one spendthrift, to do that.

In addition, there are more and more reports about Harvey Dent in the news, which seems to promote him as the well-deserved Knight of Light in Gotham City.

Now, the popularity of Batman, who is always dressed in black and used to appearing in the dark, has suddenly dropped.

"It's your turn. You helped him solve another problem." Rosen said into the phone.

"I'm just doing my job." Alfred's voice came from the phone, "Thank you for showing mercy before."

"No need to thank me." Rosen said calmly, "There won't be a next time."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

For some people in Gotham City, the appearance and disappearance of the Joker is like a breeze with a slightly strange smell. It may make people feel a little uncomfortable when it blows, but it will be quickly forgotten afterwards.

Besides, life has to go on, and no one will stop for a dead bad guy.

But Bruce Wayne couldn't forget it in a short time.

Because the injuries on his body, especially the dozens of broken bones and severely damaged internal organs, were constantly reminding him of what Rosen had done to him because of that clown.

Despite the serious injury, he still maintained his playboy image.

Especially in order to completely separate himself from Batman in front of the public, Bruce Wayne had to come out and continue his previous "performance" even if his injuries had not yet fully healed.

About a month later, he started to have affairs with other women again and also started to hold various banquets from time to time, with the main theme being feasting and revelry.

This not only made his already bad reputation even worse, but also made people gradually forget that he might be Batman.