The correct way to attack the villain

Bruce silently witnessed the whole process of his staff playing a prank on a little girl outside the window. The young man turned around only after the little girl finally came to her senses and ran away crying.Seeing that the man was looking at him, he raised his chin.

As if to show off that he has done another bad thing.

A staff member not far away said loudly at this time: "Mr. Wayne, Sister Leslie asked me to tell you that she is waiting for you in the chapel."

The Port Church is next to the Port Orphanage, and a corridor was opened between the chapel and the Orphanage during this renovation.Today is a working day, there are not many people in the church, the corridor is very quiet, and there is no other sound except the overlapping footsteps of two people along the way.

Song Mo couldn't help but glanced at the man next to him, with the smug expression on his face just now, after realizing that the man was just staring at the road ahead without even glancing at him, his smile faded away a little bit.He waited and waited until the two of them walked halfway through the corridor, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Don't you want to say something?"

Only then did Bruce turn his head, and it was no surprise that he saw an expression on Song Mo's face similar to "doing good deeds but not being praised or valued": "What do you say?"

"Everything is fine." Song Mo spread his hands, and then pressed his throat and deliberately lowered his voice to imitate someone's tone: "I will lock you into Arkham."

"some type of?"

At this moment, two nuns carrying water basins came to the corner right in front of them. They greeted them both with smiles, and the young man who was blatant just a moment ago put on a quiet smile and followed behind his boss quietly and obediently.

Bruce still kept a gentle smile towards the nuns: "Your adoptive father taught you a very practical skill."

The quiet Song Mo: "I am self-taught."

Then waited for the two nuns to walk away before moving on to the next topic: "Do I imitate it?" After finishing speaking, he whispered, "Get out of my Gotham."

Bruce looked at this young man who only dared to show his true nature so far in front of him. Even he himself didn't know why he wanted to be more truthful, but he still replied: "It's not like."

Song Mo then took another step between the two of them: "Then tell me something? To be honest, you haven't said this to me for a while, and I still miss it."

Bruce: "So your prank is designed to let others know and punish you?"

"That's not someone else's sanction." Then he heard his unpaid employees, hypocritical mutants, and second-generation clowns who did all kinds of evil, say softly and seriously, "That's Batman's sanction!"

Bruce: "..."

Alfred was right, a gentleman can never win a rascal.

But his silence didn't bring relief, Song Mo said again: "But that's my truth, it's not a prank."

Bruce Wayne: "I know."

Probably the only thing he said was not as cold as before. Song Mo was stunned for half a second, and then—if Bruce had seen it—he showed a fake smile that couldn't be faker: "You know ?”

"You did it out of kindness," Bruce affirmed, "It's just in the wrong way."

Song Mo stopped talking.

It wasn't until the two of them came to the closed door of the small hall that he spoke again: "Boss."

He reached out and knocked on the window next to the door, and Bruce looked along.

"Has anyone ever told you that you preach so much like Sister Leslie?"

Just as Bruce was about to say no, Sister Leslie, who was holding the crying little girl in the window, said softly, "You can't blame him. He did it out of kindness, but in the wrong way."

Bruce Wayne: "..."

Song Mo laughed out loud, Bruce glanced at him, and the other party happened to be looking at him too. It was a natural and malicious expression, with a mockery in his eyes, as if everything he said just now was self-righteous.

Bruce frowned.

This was the first time he felt so clearly that he had fallen into an absolute disadvantage in some kind of duel where the clown made the rules.

He's not a competitive person, but that doesn't mean he likes it.

The door of the chapel was opened at this time, and the nun who was about to go out was a little surprised when she saw the person standing at the door, she hurriedly said hello, this time, Bruce's muscle reflex did not let him show the gentleman's face immediately Smiling, he could only nod at the nun.

Then he patted Song Mo on the shoulder.

A gentleman really can't win a rascal.

But changing identities is different.

"Don't you want to hear it?"

Bruce Wayne, who has always acted maturely and prudently, but in fact pretends to be a playboy who is not doing business properly, is also handy. With a voice that only two people can hear, he said: "Which sentence is it? I will prepare an exclusive room for you in Arkham. Cell? Or-"

The voice was gradually suppressed to his skilled area.

"Get out of my Gotham."

Song Mo's heartbeat suddenly rose, and he froze in place.

It wasn't until Bruce had followed the nun into the chapel that he reached out and covered his ears that were numb from the subwoofer just now.

At this moment, the game of whoever loses his composure first loses, and the anger of being punctured, are all farts.

The young man who couldn't even move his legs said in his mind with an unbelievably soft voice: "Bangya."

Bangya looked at the captain, who was blushing to the earlobe, and felt a little dizzy: "...you--no, you'd better stop talking."

Song Mo still said, "Have you seen 75 Shades of Grey?"

Bangya really didn't want to answer, but his professional ethics made him unable to help correcting his captain's mistakes: "...that's fifty shades of grey."

Song Mo blushed even more: "Then my boss must be 25 degrees hotter than hers."

Bangya automatically shuts down.

He was glad that he had already completely escaped from the Mandate of Heaven.

Otherwise, he will definitely become the first aircraft carrier in the history of Tianming's technological development to be expelled from aircraft carrier status because it is full of intellectual yellow waste.

"I didn't expect you to come so suddenly. I'm sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Bruce."

In the small hall, Sister Leslie and Bruce were sitting in the small compartment behind the teaching platform, and on the table were exquisite snacks made by the nuns. Bruce smiled and said, "You don't have to be so polite, I just came to see here." Condition."

Sister Leslie smiled: "By the way, let's see where the money you funded is spent."

Bruce didn't deny it either: "You know, that's the only thing I can do besides rushing to countless banquets."

Sister Leslie shook her head with a smile: "I know what kind of person you are, Bruce."

Bruce didn't answer, took a sip of the coffee in front of him, and put down the cup calmly after tasting the excessive sweetness in it.

"Speaking of it." Sister Leslie said as if she was chatting, thinking about it, "Alfred came to ask me about the adoption of orphans in the orphanage before. Do you want to adopt a child?"

Bruce Wayne froze for a moment: "I don't have this plan for now."

The nun said: "I think so, you are still so young."

Afterwards, the nun chatted about the orphanage, and after she finished speaking, she took a sip of tea and pinched her hands together on the table. Bruce obviously felt that Sister Leslie had something else to say, so he was not in a hurry He got up, shook the coffee cup in his hand, and after the nun chatted about some irrelevant matters, he casually said, "I saw Cali just now... Song Mo came with you, where is he now?"

Bruce glanced out the door: "Are you looking for him?"

At the door of the small hall, as if sensing something, the personal assistant who was waiting quietly outside the door poked his head in from the door: "Boss, are you looking for me?"

Bruce nodded, and he walked in from the door, as if he wasn't the one who was looking at him mockingly at the door just now.

"Sister Leslie."

Sister Leslie looked at the young man in front of her who greeted her politely. The brown hair and blue eyes seemed to overlap with the child in her memory. She said a prayer and held Song Mo's hand full of emotion. Hand: "The last time I saw you, I couldn't say a few words to you properly, I—"

It seemed that only at this time did she remember that there was another person present, and the nun said to Bruce with some embarrassment: "Sorry, I lost my composure."

"The church also has information about unadopted orphans that I have sorted out in the past few days. If it is Alfred's own idea and you don't mind, you can stop by and have a look, Mr. Bruce."

Bruce stood up without hesitation: "I just want to see it too."

After he finished speaking, he picked up his suit jacket and left the small hall. Song Mo stood in the small hall and watched the man's back until he disappeared. Then he looked at Sister Leslie: "It's really shameless for you to send a billionaire."

Sister Leslie still held Song Mo's hand, as if afraid that he would turn his head and run away at any time: "We must not let him hear what we are talking about. Can you close the door of the compartment for me?"

The cubicle was very small, and the door was right next to Song Mo. He closed it casually, but said, "Actually, I have nothing to hide from my boss, nun."

The nun disagreed: "Including you being adopted by a criminal?"

Being directly revealed his identity in an inappropriate place, Song Mo raised his eyebrows: "You are still so perceptive."

Sister Leslie sighed: "You took my gun back to the church on purpose and broke the glass on the church, didn't you just want to tell me about it?"

Song Mo smiled and said, "So you didn't choose to call the police immediately?"

Sister Leslie shook her head.

Song Mo: "This is not like your righteous style."

Sister Leslie said: "The style of justice does not allow me to send the person who saved my life to the Gotham Police Department at that time. It is darker than the crime port."

Song Mo lowered his eyes: "I don't know what you are talking about, Sister Leslie."

Sister Leslie said, "It doesn't matter, as long as I understand."

"I know you have your own bottom line, you have always been a good boy, you will not let me down,"

Song Mo suddenly didn't know what to say, he opened his mouth and finally said: "Sister, if you are like this, sooner or later, I will be lawless."

The nun looked at Song Mo, her eyes still filled with emotion: "You must have had a rough time these years."

To be honest, Song Mo has not been stared at by such a pair of loving eyes for a long time. He felt a little scalp tingling when he first met, especially when this gaze came from someone who probably only existed in the world. The only one that made him a little admired The nun, he couldn't speak ill of her.

"Actually, if you just want to ask me about the past, I can only tell you." Song Mo pulled out the hand that was held by the nun, and opened the door again, "The past is over, nun."

"I'll leave first if you have nothing else to do. After all, it's still my working time."

Sister Leslie felt helpless and could only say, "Then wait for me a little longer."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and took a stack of thick documents from the bookshelf. Song Mo glanced at the big characters "Adoption Agreement" written on the cover of the document.

He leaned against the door frame with some amusement: "Nun, I'm not yet full this year."

Sister Leslie didn't speak, she picked out the first document and handed it to Song Mo: "Look at it."

Song Mo took the document with some hesitation: "Shouldn't it be what I thought?"

Then after he glanced at it for the first time, he realized that it was exactly what he thought.

The adoption agreement, Song Mo, the adoptee, attached a photo he cut out from a photocopy of the orphanage photo ten years ago. As for the adopter, he didn't know him. There was a long list of names, starting from the main surname. It seems that it is very likely to be a wealthy family in Gotham.

In the formalities, all the formalities and official seals are completed, as long as he signs an agreement, the agreement will take effect immediately.

Song Mo was a little confused, and he put the agreement back with a complicated expression: "Are you kidding me, nun, who would want to adopt a person who will be an adult in a month?"

"In fact, there are many such people."

Sister Leslie moved a new stack of documents from the bookshelf. According to the thickness of the agreement Song Mo just read, there are at least fifty adopters in the two stacks of documents.

"These are the ones I picked out for you. They are people with stable families and economies. There are doctors, lawyers, and policemen among them."

"Probably because of the good-hearted people who were attracted by the news about the orphanage in the past, or maybe Mr. Wayne's actions this time affected them. I was not there when the first person came to ask about this matter. Sister Mir never I found yours from the abandoned files of the orphanage in the past. After checking all the information of the orphanage, I found that there is no record of your adoption. So even though those people knew that we had no news about you, they still took away your adoption agreement for peace of mind. .”

"After that, I don't know who found out your real name. I don't know if he bothered you. Mir changed Kalis to your correct name to make it easier to carry out the procedures in the future."

"Anyway, after Mill told me about it, I've received no less than three hundred documents."

Song Mo listened to what the nun said in silence. He didn't mind that Sister Mir changed his name privately. After all, even if someone found out his identity as Song Mo, all he could get was that he was a work-study student because he couldn't afford it. The tuition fee jumped four grades, the student who just graduated this year, at most, he was caught forging a 24-year-old ID card in order to work smoothly.

He just felt that there might be one more funny enough thing in his life from then on.

Who would have thought that one day, people in Gotham would scramble to adopt the Joker?

Adopt a clown?Don't be kidding, who else can do this kind of thing except the clown himself?

Then, in the document he flipped through casually, it clearly told him in black and white that there are other people who are capable of doing this——

Harvey Dent and Ethan Bennett.

He thought he probably knew who the lawyers and policemen the nuns were talking about.

"boss."

Half an hour later, Song Mo took the [-] adoption agreement blankly and threw it into the recyclable trash bin without hesitation, then sat in the back seat of Bruce Wayne's car, and hugged his Batman pillow again contentedly .

"Harvey Dent is fine, he is indeed a good man, but boss, as a friend, I hope you can tell Ethan Bennett, please let him go as far as he can, don't do anything with me Even if I beat him to death, I would not agree to the sweet dream of a loving father and filial son."

Bruce Wayne, who is clearly the boss but drives the car every time: "Ethan is also a good guy."

Song Mo rolled his eyes: "Yes, which one of you is not a good person, he is still a policeman."

Bruce didn't speak, and took the blunt attitude as a natural resistance to the Gotham police.

Song Mo hugged the pillow and asked when the car stopped at the first red light: "Boss, did you see a suitable adopter in the church just now?"

Bruce: "...No."

Song Mo: "Oh."

After a while, he asked again: "Boss, how did you meet Sister Leslie?"

This is probably the rare time for the two of them to sit down and chat peacefully. They are not fighting against each other, nor are they talking stably, nor are there any tragic life experiences that people can't talk about. Bruce doesn't mind talking about irrelevant things.

"She is a trustworthy and good person that can be counted in the whole Gotham. I have dealt with her a few times when I was dealing with the charity department of Wayne Enterprises, and I have gradually become familiar with her."

Song Mo nodded: "I admire her."

Bruce was a little surprised: "I thought the people you would admire were the Luthor Penguin type."

Song Mo wrinkled his face in disgust: "You're insulting me, who would admire a bald man who thinks all day long about being president and a fat penguin who has fallen into the eyes of money?"

Bruce Wayne was silent.

To be honest, he felt that this description was much more appropriate than comparing criminals in the police station.

The green light came on, and the car drove forward slowly. Song Mo sat in the back seat and waited for a while, and found that the man was just driving the car silently, and he was a little dissatisfied: "Boss, why don't you ask me how I met Leslie?" The nun's?"

This was probably the first time Bruce was asked to chat. He had to come and go. He looked at the traffic around him and said casually, "Because the nun told me."

Song Mo curled his lips, and rested his chin on the pillow, and waited for the car to stop in front of a "STOP" sign again—in fact, he didn't even know why he was asking and answering at the nun just now, but here Then he became eloquent—he spoke again: "Then do you know how the clown met Sister Leslie?"

Bruce frowned.From the news he heard from the nun, there was nothing about the clown, except for the church glass that was broken by the clown.

The fingers on the steering wheel subconsciously curled and tapped, and he asked, "How did you know each other?"

Song Mo was finally satisfied. Before he could say "I won't tell you", the man added, "Three-year salary."

Song Mo: "...do you think a little money can make me work for you?"

Bruce said without hesitation, "Yes."

"Okay." Song Mo buried his face in the pillow and said sullenly, "Yes."

"Do you still remember the Jack the Ripper who caused a sensation in Gotham nine years ago?"

Bruce: "You mean the killer who hunted women and sent their livers to the Gotham Police Department?"

Song Mo: "Yes, you caught it in the end."

Bruce's hand on the steering wheel tightened: "He ever wanted to do something to Sister Leslie?"

Song Mo: "Yes."

"I saved her."

This is also the reason why Song Mo has been able to admire her since childhood.

He always remembered that when he was nine years old, his adoptive father asked him to go to the streets to make some trouble, and then he saw Sister Leslie in the cemetery, standing opposite her, with a knife in her hand, wearing a black trench coat The Ripper.

Ordinary people would probably be scared out of their wits by this time, but Sister Leslie was different.

She came to die.

At that time, Gotham was under the shadow of Jack the Ripper, but the government ignored it, because the dead were poor women or women in the sex business, no one took them seriously, but if the dead were a It's different for the famous nun.

She intends to use her life to sound the alarm bell of the Gotham government.

That's why she was dignified and calm when she faced the bloody criminal.

"I will not beg for mercy, nor will I be hysterical, and I will not satisfy you."

"Remember, I forgive you."