Anti-hero of a certain comic

"My dog ​​is hungry! Batman!"

Black Mask shouted excitedly when he saw the dark figure suddenly appearing.

The pointed ears that stood up high, the cape that fluttered like a flag, and the way he appeared silently emerging from a shadowed corner.

There is no doubt that this is Batman!

The Scarecrow took the lead in retracting into the car and ordered his men to pick up the Scorpion submachine guns, ready to shoot and beat the opponent into a sieve at any time.

"It's a pity you're the only one!"

Black Mask seemed to feel a little regretful and asked his men to loosen the metal dog leash.

Several barking pit bulls rushed towards Batman like bulls.

Bang!

The next scene made Black Mask and Scarecrow dumbfounded.

The Batman standing in the shadow actually held a shotgun in both hands and blasted away the pit bull that rushed towards him!

The gunshot sounded like a horn, followed by several guys dressed like Batman emerging from other places.

They all had firearms in their hands and fired directly at the two groups of gangsters.

For a moment, the gunshot "click, click, click" reverberated violently in the underground garage, like roaring thunder.

"This is not Batman! Kill them all!"

Black Mask yelled in annoyance and punched the Batman impersonator who rushed forward.

After knocking the opponent down, he even raised his foot and kicked the bat-hooded head hard.

"A poor imitation show. If Batman were as useless as you, he would have been hanged by me in the port area of ​​Naihe Island!"

Black Mask's tone was contemptuous. These guys were obviously a group of amateur actors who dared to pretend to be heroes with a few guns.

You don't need to take action yourself, those ferocious pit bulls are enough to scare the shit out of them!

In the melee with gunshots everywhere, the pit bull specially bred by Black Mask, like a red-eyed bullfight, bit several Batman imitators.

This ferocious breed of dog is specially used as a fighting dog. It has thick skin and hard bones. It is born with slow pain-sensing nerves and has amazing explosive power!

Just like the pit bull that was blown away by a shotgun, it still struggled to get up after twitching a few times.

It seemed like it was on stimulants, with fishy saliva dripping down its fangs, and it flew towards the enemy again!

"Damn it! Help me! It broke my bones!"

A Batman impersonator yelled in panic, like a child who couldn't find its mother.

Poor, weak, and helpless.

No matter how hard he struggled, the pit bull biting his arm refused to let go.

The terrifying bite force and sharp fangs seem to be able to bite hard bones in one bite.

Blood spurted out and the pain was unbearable!

Because pit bulls have no nerve endings under their skin, once they bite an enemy, they will never let go.

Even the Batman impersonator used a shotgun to smash the pit bull's head into a bloody mess.

But the sharp fangs still tore through flesh and blood and were firmly stuck in the arm.

"The 'Batman' who can't be killed by a dog? Let me give you a free lesson and tell you third-rate actors with bloody reality how cruel the criminals in Gotham really are!"

Black Mask's eyes flashed fiercely as he took a baseball bat from his men and walked over to the wailing Batman impersonator.

The raised hand is about to be smashed down!

boom--

A steel beast crashed through the outer wall of the garage and made its debut in a shocking way.

The armored vehicle flattened a Mercedes-Benz car parked there, and its huge tires rolled over the car body, breaking into the gangster's sight.

"This is like Batman!"

Black Mask threw away the baseball bat in his hand and grabbed a submachine gun from his subordinate.

Da da da!

The metal bullets hit the armored vehicle with a clanging sound, scattering sparks and not even puncturing the tires.

It's like a child hitting a giant's chest with a small fist. It has no other effect except causing itching.

boom!boom!boom!

Just when Black Mask was considering whether to take out the RPG rocket launcher in the car, the armored vehicle like a steel beast roared and fired several powerful shells!

Fortunately, it only hit an open space in the garage, blowing up a few cars and not hurting anyone.

Now, both groups of gangsters were frightened out of their wits!

It's like a gang of street gangs getting into a fight, and then a policeman shows up with a machine gun.

It's completely unequal power and unequal competition.

Seeing the fleeing gangsters, the few Batman imitators who had been rescued picked up their guns.

A powerful arm suddenly came out of the darkness and twisted the barrel of the gun!

"You are not needed here."

After knocking down several imitators, Batman threw the oncoming Pitbull against the wall.

Then chase after the escaping Black Mask and Scarecrow!

Batman has been keeping an eye on these two guys for a while. They are the few criminal leaders in Gotham who dare to run out at night.

Scarecrow was originally imprisoned in Arkham Asylum due to insanity after inhaling too much fear gas.

But just two weeks ago, he escaped as expected, killing two caregivers and the attending physician in the process.

And the Scarecrow, who regained his freedom, seemed to have overcome the influence of the fear gas and turned into the number one drug lord in the old city.

As for Black Mask, after Sofia Falcone reoccupied Naihe Island, he became a lost dog.

He can only stay on Sullivan's Island, which originally belonged to the Maroney family, and plan a comeback!

However, Batman obviously won't let him get his wish.

Four and ten minutes later, we experienced a thrilling chase and fight.

Both groups were captured alive by Batman and tied into a ball.

The Scarecrow and Black Mask had their hoods and masks taken off respectively. Like the thugs and Batman imitators, they lost all resistance and were left in the corner waiting for the police to come.

"Batman, it won't end like this! The storm is coming! Gotham will become hell by then!"

Black Mask looked at the dark figure standing in front of him and roared loudly.

His black skull mask was taken off, revealing his true appearance.

Roman Sionis was once another one of Gotham’s favorites.

He was originally the heir to the Sionis family, just like Bruce Wayne, but who knew he had other identities.

Black Mask!

"That has nothing to do with you. Just stay in Black Gate Prison."

Batman replied coldly.

In fact, his eyes changed.

Roman Sionis awakened childhood memories of Bruce Wayne himself under the bat uniform, and he knew the guy who took off the mask.

The Sionis family is one of the wealthy families in Gotham. Roman's father and his father were friends, so they should have become friends.

However, things always happen unexpectedly. Although little Bruce Wayne tried his best to extend goodwill to Roman Sionis, who was the same age, it was to no avail.

The other person is extremely proud, has a high opinion of himself, and is not likable at all.

Compared to Bruce Wayne Jr.'s other good friend, Thomas Elliot is far worse.

And deep down in Roman's heart, he actually didn't want to be good friends with Bruce.

He just desires to win over the other party in every aspect, whether in studies or other aspects.

This way, every time he goes home, he doesn't have to hear his parents whispering the name "Bruce Wayne" in his ears.

Yes, in Roman Sionis's terrible childhood, as a child of someone else's family, Bruce Wayne was once a lingering shadow in his heart.

What makes this bad situation gradually worsen is the "excellence" of the Sionnis family.

Tradition--

Domestic violence!

His father's beatings and his mother's indifference made Roman even more taciturn. The child seemed to be wearing a cold mask all the time.

The turning point in his life occurred on the day the Waynes were shot.

This news was like a bolt of lightning that suddenly flashed through Roman's mind, and then inspired this poor child who had endured domestic violence all year round.

One night not long after, Roman set fire to his home, burned his parents to death, and then peacefully inherited the family business and inheritance.

He embarked on a completely different path from his younger friend Bruce Wayne.

Use the family's property to gather a large number of criminals, and then establish your own gang in the port area of ​​Naihe Island.

Roman, who wears the black skull mask, likes to torture his enemies with cruel means.

It seems that this is the only way to vent the pain I experienced in my childhood!

"I will come out, Batman! When the time comes, I will definitely peel off your mask with my own hands, and then crush all your bones..."

Boom!

Batman raised his leg and bent his knee unceremoniously, hitting Black Mask on the head.

"Sorry, I really don't want to hear you nagging here."

There was a faint sound of piercing sirens in the distance. It seemed that the Gotham Police Department had finally arrived.

Batman's cape flipped up and he turned around and walked towards his car.

Before he got into the car, he turned to look at the imitators and said solemnly: "Don't let me see you come out again."

"We just want to help! Fight criminals like you do!"

"I don't need help."

"Then what right do you have to do this? What's the difference between us?"

Batman sat in the car and was silent for a moment before replying: "I don't wear hockey protective gear."

…………

The armored car crashes through the rushing waterfall and returns to the Batcave beneath Wayne Manor.

Bruce took off his bat helmet and took off this sturdy armor.

Not long after, Alfred came down the elevator, carrying medical equipment wrapped with stitches as usual.

"Let me do it, Master Wayne. Every time you stitch yourself, you'll make a bloody mess."

The old butler looked at Bruce, who was shirtless and sitting on the edge of the workbench.

His back is covered with large and small scars, some of which were left while training with the Assassin's League, and some of which were cruel lessons from accidentally making mistakes while fighting criminals.

His gaze stayed for a moment, and Alfred sighed helplessly. He had warned Bruce countless times.

I want the sole heir of the Wayne family to give up this job that is destined to yield no results.

The criminals in Gotham are like weeds. If you pull out a clump, sooner or later another clump will grow up, maybe even more lush than before.

"Yeah, it allows me to learn from my mistakes and gain knowledge."

Bruce laughed to himself.

Underneath that armor of Batman is just mortal flesh and blood.

He will also be injured and bleed, and he will also feel tired.

"Then you should be quite knowledgeable now, Master Wayne."

Alfred, who had served in the military before, said this while skillfully suturing the wound.

"Just as Leo guessed, there are more and more imitators of Batman, and violent methods will bring more violence! They are causing trouble!"

Bruce's tone is a little heavy. Playing Batman is a dangerous thing.

Those people don't know the price they have to pay, and they don't know the consequences.

"Maybe you could hire them and give yourself a vacation."

Alfred suggested seemingly seriously.

Bruce didn't reply. He thought of Roman Sionnis, the Black Mask himself, whom he saw tonight.

The other party said "the storm is coming", and the words seemed to contain other information.

"Gotham is a much better place than it was before, which is a testament to the effectiveness of Batman's work."

Seeing Bruce fall silent, Alfred changed the topic to a lighter topic.

"Detective James Gordon, as well as the new young prosecutor, they have gradually improved the situation in this city."

"Harvey Dent? I'm not sure I can trust him. I'm watching."

Bruce frowned, Harvey Dent was a man of the hour in Gotham recently.

This young prosecutor has a resolute way of doing things and treats gangsters mercilessly.

More importantly, he agrees with what Batman is doing!

James Gordon has mentioned more than once that Harvey Dent wants to join the team.

Although the current official policy of the Gotham City Government is to arrest Batman immediately upon sight.

But after James Gordon took over the Gotham Police Department's Major Crimes Division, the Bat Signal lit up every night on the roof.

Many people are well aware of this, and at the same time they keep silent and pretend not to know anything.

"Master Wayne, are you interested in Gotham's young prosecutor, or are you interested in his social circle?"

Alfred meant something. As a prosecutor's assistant, Rachel Dawes, Bruce Wayne's former childhood sweetheart and first love, worked beside Harvey Dent.

Upon hearing the old butler's question, Bruce's eyes dimmed a little, but then he quickly regained his composure.

Leo reminded himself that if he wanted to be a superhero or a masked vigilante, the first thing he needed to do was to keep it secret and conceal his identity.

The second thing is to make a choice.

Between the warm and beautiful family life, and the bullet-filled fight against criminals, between the lingering and sweet life of a couple, and the lonely journey forward alone——

make a choice!

It is difficult for a person to have two lives.

So Bruce made his choice.

He still plays the role of the playboy who disappointed Rachel, maintaining a polite distance from her.

"I have so much work to do."

After Alfred finished stitching, Bruce put on his clothes and said softly.

He seemed to be answering the old housekeeper, but also seemed to be talking to himself.

"Leo reminded me that the Shadow Warrior Alliance will resurrect sooner or later, and there is a mercenary named Bain hiding in the dark to observe."

Bruce turned on the surveillance system of the Batcave, and scenes of various urban areas in Gotham appeared on multiple clear screens.

He tried to find the turbulent undercurrent hidden under the city, but found nothing.

Except for Thalia, who is imprisoned in Black Gate Prison, there are no clues about the Shadow Warriors Alliance.

Although Batman "visits" once a week, the daughter of the ninja master has not revealed any useful information.

Bruce was also helpless about this.

You can't expect him to be violent to a woman!

"By the way, remember to remind me that tonight I blew up an underground garage and several cars. Let Lucius prepare to pay compensation. It can be in any name, even charity aid."

Bruce seemed to remember something and warned.

"I hope Wayne Group will not go bankrupt due to this one day in the future."

Alfred shrugged helplessly, and then wrote down this instruction.

"Gordon told me that there was a lunatic who liked to perform drag shows recently on Naihe Island. He would leave a 'joker' card after every crime."

Bruce stopped thinking about the Shadow Warriors League and turned his attention back to Gotham.

Criminals in this city are always emerging in endlessly, like weeds, they are inexhaustible!

"There is also a jewelry thief who has committed many crimes. The stolen goods are released very quickly, and the police can't find any clues. The Gotham Police Department calls her 'Catwoman'."

Bruce crossed his hands and placed them on his chin, staring at the screens: "They are all Batman's targets."