The correct way to attack the villain

Before the bell rang at six o'clock in the evening, celebrities from all walks of life had already gathered at the gate of the Gotham World Expo, opposite the People's Building in Gotham, which intersects between People's Street and First Avenue, covering an area of ​​more than [-] hectares.

The exhibition is an upside-down semi-elliptical fully enclosed venue, the entrance door is tightly closed, and a thick red carpet is spread on the outside that extends to the intersection. Luxury cars are parked outside, and the media is surrounded by water.

Until the moment the bell finishes striking.

Standing at the entrance of the exhibition, wearing a suit, the middle-aged person in charge of the exhibition said excitedly: "Hard work, ingenuity and sweat, it is all these that have created the miracle here!"

A wealthy businessman said: "Plus Bruce Wayne's money."

The person in charge straightened his bow tie and turned sideways to make way for the passage.

"Gentlemen and ladies, welcome to Gotham World's Fair!"

At this time, the closed doors slowly opened to both sides, and a gust of cold air rushed to the face immediately, and the astonishing scene in the venue was completely exposed to everyone's eyes.

"Oh my God--"

"This is definitely the most amazing sight I've seen this year!"

The huge closed space is like a small town whose ecological environment has been recreated. It spreads out radially around the huge Ferris wheel in the center, and the walls surrounding the venue simulate an extremely real bright starry sky. , The snowflakes fell one by one, but the vegetation planted along the street was still green.

The opening of the World Expo is not a special show for Gotham celebrities. After a group of celebrities entered the venue one after another, the exhibition was completely opened to the public, and countless Gotham citizens poured in to see the amazing scene inside.

The person in charge led the celebrities to visit the Small People's Square facing the gate of the Expo, and personally pulled off the white cloth covering a bat-shaped all-electronic spotlight that was more than ten meters high: "The road leading to heaven Staircase! From now on, Gotham has a second brand new Bat Light! Super performance and piercing ability, the light intensity can pass through the sky directly above, and the illumination range is even wider than the new air patrol plane of the Gotham Police Department Get high!"

The gentlemen and ladies around immediately applauded enthusiastically, and then whispered underneath.

"I actually don't think we need the protection of someone who is outside the law."

"The Gotham Police Department is also very reliable now, isn't it?"

"A vigilante who only knows how to solve problems with violence, he is not with us at all."

As if he didn't hear these whispers, the person in charge began to praise Batman's contribution to Gotham City loudly, and the originally hot scene became more and more calm because of this, until there was another bigger one outside the venue sensation--

"Mr. Wayne, can you take a look at the camera!"

"You are still handsome today, Mr. Wayne!"

"It's such an honor to meet you in person!"

Few people in Gotham can remain calm after hearing Bruce Wayne's name. The head of the venue was the first to react and greeted him with a smile on his face.

"Look who is here, the most popular son of Gotham, Bruce Wayne!"

"Thank you." The man in a low-key black suit was immediately surrounded in the center. He was obviously used to such a crowd, and he was very comfortable in handling these superficial occasions. "Don't disturb everyone's progress because of me, after all I'm not the star of the night."

Bruce looked around and made a helpless expression: "You all know that I have always been low-key."

Immediately there was a sound of good-natured laughter around.

"Continue with what you just did, Tolliver." He patted the person in charge on the shoulder, "What are you introducing?"

The person in charge blushed with excitement: "I'm talking about the brand new bat lamp, Mr. Wayne! Let's go and have a look together, I just said—"

"I suggest you change the subject, Tolliver." A woman in a white evening dress glanced at Bruce, "Mr. Wayne is here, you should talk about something more interesting, after all, everyone knows that he doesn't Too supportive of that so-called Gotham vigilante."

Bruce nodded: "Of course, including all outlaws."

The person in charge could only say: "Okay, let's take a look at that one first. It's right behind you, ladies and gentlemen, and it's also the highlight of tonight—our Gotham City's own Eiffel Tower!"

Everyone turned around and looked at the one standing in the center of the Expo——

"Ferris wheel?"

"Yes, ma'am, that's not an ordinary Ferris wheel." Tolliver took off his hat and squeezed it in his hand. "If you know, the predecessor of this World Expo was my ancestors from the nineteenth century, in 100. The country's first amusement park started operation, and this Ferris wheel has a history of nearly [-] years!"

So the general manager started another speech on the century-old development history of Gotham Amusement Park and applied technology.Regardless of whether it was sincere or not, at least everyone was listening carefully on the surface. Bruce took the opportunity to leave the encirclement of celebrities, retreated to a back position, and looked up at the "history" that has been rarely preserved since Gotham was built. architecture".

I don’t know how many times the Ferris wheel has been refurbished, and the mottled traces of the so-called age are completely gone, and the size is not so shocking. It is actually a very ordinary Ferris wheel. Bruce loses interest after taking a look at it.

A wealthy businessman next to him took his female companion and talked to him with a smile: "Didn't Mr. Wayne bring his female companion tonight?"

Bruce glanced at each other with a smile: "She doesn't have time." Then when he was about to look away, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye.

This is actually an experience that is difficult to describe in words.In order to avoid unnecessary troubles and accidents, Tolliver has separated a special wide passage in the middle of the Expo for them to freely enter and exit, while others can only walk through the side streets and side doors on both sides, so the wide red carpet is comfortable. The calm upper class, the streets on both sides are full of ordinary residents.

And he almost glanced past the rich businessman's shiny bald head, and saw the young man who was submerged in the crowd standing under the birch tree.

He was carrying two plastic bags in his hand, which were popcorn and iced coffee he had just bought. He was dressed modestly, his chin was buried in a thick scarf, and the tip of his nose was red from the cold.

As if feeling cold just now, Bruce subconsciously gathered his suit.

The wealthy businessman said beside him: "What can be more important than attending a dinner with you?"

Bruce said casually, "Maybe I went to a small supermarket to buy coffee and popcorn?" After finishing speaking, he took out his mobile phone before the rich man could react, "Sorry, I'll make a call."

So Song Mo, who stood quietly where he was, received a call from his boss ten seconds later.

The young man looked at the caller ID on his phone and raised his eyebrows, then turned his head, and saw the man standing on the red carpet in the no-passing lane with the same accuracy across the crowd.

Song Mo hooked the corner of his mouth, and then he pressed the answer: "Boss."

Bruce looked at him: "What are you doing here?"

Song Mo smiled and said, "You don't have to be so nervous, you can tell by my attire that I'm not here to cause sabotage."

He looked up at the Ferris wheel: "I just came to see my old friends."

Bruce frowned.

The former general manager of the exhibition finally finished his long speech and said the last sentence: "Now, let us be the first passengers of this ferris wheel after it reopens, we really need to remember this historic moment .”

Someone interjected: "Then do we need to buy an insurance before sitting on it? After all, this is an old antique that hasn't changed its axis for almost 100 years."

Tolliver said: "You don't have to worry about this at all, sir, there is absolutely nothing wrong with the axis of the Fox wheel. In fact, it has only had one failure ten years ago, and that failure was still man-made. "

Then another curious person asked, "What's going on?"

Tolliver sighed: "That's not a good thing, ma'am, I just heard my father tell me that it seems that an irresponsible mother sent two children to the Fox wheel, and then on the Fox wheel It broke our controller when it was in the middle of the sky, and the built-in alarm system of the Fox wheel completely stopped the operation of the whole Ferris wheel. After we repaired it and rescued the child who stopped at the highest altitude, their mother could not be found. traces."

Celebrities who have always been sympathetic immediately issued a condemnation exclamation: "This is terrible, this is irresponsible, even God will not forgive her."

"So what about the two kids?"

Tolliver took off his hat again: "He was sent to an orphanage by the police, and then lost news."

The exclamation of condemnation turned into pitiful sighs, and Tolliver was silent for two seconds, as if paying tribute to the child.

"That's pretty hypocritical, isn't it boss?"

A familiar voice came from next to Song Mo's ears. Song Mo rested his hands on the temporarily enclosed glass handrail. The two were separated by a half-person-high no-passage. Cell phone during a call.

The security guards on both sides of the passage noticed the citizen who was approaching the passage, and stopped immediately: "Hey, it's you again! I told you at the door just now, that's not a place you can go in!"

Song Mo looked at the security guards who were about to come to the left and right, and handed the plastic bag to Bruce Wayne through the fence: "Help me get it."

Bruce subconsciously caught the plastic bag, and Song Mo, who had finally freed his hands, immediately put his hands together, nimbly crossed the fence, turned around and made faces with the two security guards who rushed to him, and then.

He quickly hid behind Bruce.

The security guards recognized Bruce's identity, and they looked embarrassed: "Sorry, Mr. Wayne, we—"

"It's okay." Bruce straightened the glass fence in front of him, "He's my assistant."

The young man poked his head out, with a pretentious expression on his face: "That's right, I'm his assistant."

After the two security guards returned to their posts, Bruce added: "The kind that owes the boss hundreds of thousands."

Song Moshun said: "So this Gotham will never find a boss as generous as you."

Bruce: "You don't have to speak well of me."

Straight ahead, after the Gotham capitalists finished their silent tribute, the chief executive said in a high tone again: "Stop talking about that, gentlemen and ladies, the Ferris wheel will start in 5 minutes, come with me!"

The crowd began to move forward. Bruce walked at the end, keeping a certain distance from the group of people. Song Mo followed behind him. The man in a suit was holding a supermarket shopping bag in his hand. I didn't know it was a conditioned reflex in his bones. The gentleman's reaction is that he simply forgot about it.

Song Mo whispered: "I'm not talking nicely about you, boss, I mean if you were so generous to every employee, Wayne Enterprises might go bankrupt."

Bruce corrected: "Those wages were advanced to you by Alfred."

Song Mo then sighed: "Mr. Alfred is indeed a good man."

Bruce couldn't help turning his head to look at Song Mo, and the other party immediately responded with an expression of "did I say something wrong?"He felt that he shouldn't care about this, but in fact, he had already said before his brain: "But it's my private account."

Song Mo: "Oh, boss, I can't think of words to praise your greatness."

Bruce: "...you don't have to speak well of me."

Song Mo: "So a great billionaire doesn't care how much money his employees owe him, right?"

Bruce: "42." He once again fully demonstrated the ruthless exploitative nature of capitalists to his underage employees, "not a penny less."

Song Mo had nothing to say, and even wanted to make up for the smiling face of an employee who owed money when his boss turned to look at him.

At this time, a gorgeous neon light shone on the faces of the two of them. Song Mo turned his head to look, and saw countless gaudy lights around the exaggeratedly colored Fox directing upwards. When turning, they could make ding-dong crisp sounds like a music box, a skyscraper The wheels create the atmosphere of the entire amusement park.

Probably to set off the atmosphere, or to take into account the feelings of some people, the speed of the Ferris wheel was adjusted to the slowest. Ladies and gentlemen sat on it one after another. The general manager Tolliver looked around and finally saw the Bruce Wayne trotted over all the way: "Mr. Wayne, why don't you try it?"

After he finished speaking, he glanced uncontrollably at the white plastic bag in Bruce's hand, and then turned his gaze back to Bruce's face forcefully and calmly: "This is a rare opportunity, sir. After that, this Ferris wheel will be used as an exhibit, and it will not be started again in the future.”

Bruce politely refused: "No, I—"

In the middle of speaking, he felt his sleeve being pulled.

He saw Song Mo eager to try: "Sit down, boss, I haven't sat down in ten years."

Bruce looked at Song Mo, frowning because of his words.Song Mo didn't hear the answer for a long time, and added in a low voice: "Sit down."

Bruce can't recall the exact time when he last sat on a Ferris wheel, but one thing is for certain is that he hasn't touched any amusement facility for at least 17 years.

The Fox wheel has a lot of space, and the speed of rotation is very slow, so it is also very stable.They sat facing each other, with a small square table in the middle, and the metal chairs were designed to be very high, probably to create a sense of weightlessness in the heights, even Bruce could barely reach the floor.

Song Mo pulled the scarf, at least his entire face was exposed. He seemed to be in a good mood, humming some kind of tune, took out his coffee and popcorn from the shopping bag, and took out the cup without filling it. The unsweetened creamer was pushed to Bruce.

Then he added: "I know you don't like instant coffee, just leave it alone."

Bruce didn't speak.

The airtightness in the cockpit is obviously good, and the sweet and rich creamy smell in the popcorn spreads everywhere in a short while.The soundproofing is also good as he can't hear the outside world at all.The privacy is even more top-notch, and the windows are all one-way, which is improved for 60.00% of the couple audience of the Ferris wheel.

Song Mo looked at the starry sky shining like the Milky Way on the sky outside the window, and sighed: "Sure enough, the fake is more beautiful, isn't it, boss?"

Bruce looked at the paper cup of coffee in front of him, and finally chose to open the topic in a more roundabout way: "Have you ever sat on this Ferris wheel before?"

Song Mo raised his eyes to look at Bruce Wayne. He was sitting in the backlight of the cockpit, his upper body was completely hidden in the darkness. He could barely see the outline of his face, but couldn't see the expression clearly, but he didn't need to observe Song Mo to know what he wanted to ask. question.

"It's really strange." He bit the straw, "Why don't you just ask me who are the two children Tolliver mentioned?"

Bruce was just lucky. There are so many tragedies in the world, how could everything happen to the same person.Now seeing Song Mo's expression of staying out of the matter, he suddenly felt that there was no need to ask any more.

He reached out to lift the lid of the cup of coffee, and there was a layer of ice cubes floating on it. The man frowned and took a sip, wondering if the ice cubes temporarily paralyzed the taste nerves, making him unable to taste good or bad for a while.

Song Mo looked away: "You are really a gentleman."

After that, no one spoke again, the Ferris wheel slowly rose, and finally reached the highest point of the most brilliant neon lights. The gorgeous lights created the illusion of fireworks rising into the sky. The azure blue eyes exploded, and then blended into the bright and dazzling galaxy curtain.

This was supposed to be a grand ceremony.

Bruce looked at Song Mo's flickering face, and many images flashed in his mind one by one.

It's all the tragedies he's witnessed in his ten years as Batman.

Sometimes he feels that he has saved a lot of people, but more often he feels that these are not enough. This feeling is better than before he became Batman, seeing the tragedy happen but being powerless to stop it.He told Alfred that he was Batman to attract people to be good, but in the end it was he who hesitated.

"Am I riding the Ferris wheel with a piece of wood?" Song Mo finally spoke until this round of the Ferris wheel was about to end.He narrowed his eyes, "What are you thinking, boss?"

Bruce put down the paper cup of coffee that he had been holding in his hand. The low temperature made his palm lose consciousness for a moment. He looked at Song Mo: "I'm thinking."

"If you were not adopted by a clown but a good person, what would you be like now?"

Song Mo let out a low voice. He obviously didn't expect that someone like Bruce Wayne, or Batman, would one day begin his sentence with the blaming "if": "What do you think?"

Bruce said: "Maybe there won't be a second-generation clown in Gotham."

Song Mo almost laughed out loud: "Then there will be a second generation of others, the second generation of Bane, the second generation of Hydra, little Lex, and the evil mutants, that may not be much better than me now, you expect the What good people can there be in Gotham?"

Bruce: "Sister Leslie."

Song Mo: "It's a good choice. I can imagine a priest begging a 35-year-old man to help him get a balloon stuck on a tree branch."

"Harvey Dent."

"All right, he already has to work very hard to protect his wife, plus a child who is helpless, do you want his family to be ruined?"

"Sheriff Gordon."

"They put me in the Port Orphanage, if you know, sir."

The man fell silent.

Just when Song Mo thought he was finally at the end of his rope and could no longer think of any good people in Gotham, the other party said in a low voice.

"Bruce Wayne."

At this moment, the eloquent young man froze in place as if he had suddenly lost his ability to speak. After a long time, he showed a forced smile: "Are you joking, boss."

The man's calm voice showed how sober he was at this moment: "You don't need to rely on evil ways to get revenge on Gotham, and you don't need to rely on yourself to solve everything. You don't need to be homeless, and you don't need to be bullied. I was very young before, and many of my thoughts were naive, but at least one thing I can be sure of is that I can protect you well."

Song Mo felt his ears buzzing, and he couldn't hear his own voice clearly: "No if, boss, no matter how powerful your technology is, it can't change what has happened."

"But as long as you want to change now, your adoption agreement is still with me." Many words are just difficult to say, once you start, it will be much easier to say, "I adopted you."

The man's voice was even lower than before. Song Mo felt that his Ferris wheel was like a roller coaster, which made people dizzy. After understanding Bruce's purpose, he suddenly felt that something was very ridiculous: "Why should I agree to you?"

Bruce: "We're the same kind of people."

Song Mo didn't want to refute: "Of course we are the same kind of people."

Bruce: "We can count on each other."

Song Mo: "You still have Alfred."

Bruce looked at him seriously: "But his surname is not Wayne."

Song Mo grinned: "You mean after you adopt me, I can also be named Wayne?"

Bruce nodded: "As long as you want. I can't give you the right to inherit, but apart from this, I can give you everything in Gotham."

Song Mo felt even more ridiculous: "You can give me anything? Are you sure?"

Then he saw Bruce said confidently until now: "As long as I have."

"Okay, but—"

Song Mo felt that one of them must be crazy.

Either him or Bruce Wayne.

"There are many ways to change the primary surname. It doesn't have to be just a father-son relationship. If you understand, boss."

"Mrs. Wayne is also named Wayne."

It was quiet again in the cockpit, but this time it was dead.

A conversation that was supposed to be going well suddenly takes a sharp turn and gallops in the exact opposite direction Bruce imagined.

The ferris wheel turned the last quarter, and the expression on Bruce's face became more and more serious.Just when he was about to land, he said, "Do you know what you're talking about?"

"Of course I know, but you don't, sir."

A lot of words are just difficult to speak, once you start.

It would be much easier to say.

Song Mo felt that he had never laughed so exaggeratedly: "I thought I was obvious enough, but you seem to take that as a joke? Are you still trying to adopt me and let me call you Dad? Or is it just Another way for you to reject me? Then I have to say that you are really a master of love, it is simply overwhelming."

Bruce frowned, he looked at the young man who laughed like a horror movie: "I thought those were just your pranks."

Song Mo slowly put away his smile: "If you think so, then I'm sorry, Mr. Wayne."

"I'm serious."

Clowns have been persistently performing all kinds of mischief all the time.

Bruce Wayne thought so.

He didn't understand what Song Mo wanted to do with these ambiguous little tricks. Maybe it was because as a deadly enemy, he really wanted to see Batman lose his composure and make a fool of himself, or maybe it was for some other reason.He sometimes tried to figure it out, but it turned out to be a mess, and no one in Gotham could see what the Joker was thinking, maybe not even the Joker himself.

This was something he hadn't thought of, and this was the only thing he hadn't thought about.

That is, Song Mo might really like him.

This is simply an outrageous idea.Or maybe, it's not that ridiculous.

That's the clown.

What else is there after the clown is done.

Anyone else find it ridiculous?