"Alright! It's fine! You can get back to your training." A voice rang out.
The figure was precisely the reason Bruce Wayne had come here—Selina!
Hearing Selina's order, the two young men finally broke into honest, guileless smiles utterly at odds with their appearances, then lowered their heads and resumed pumping iron like madmen.
"Young Master Wayne, what do you think of this place? This is my turf!" Selina stepped forward and threw an arm around Bruce's shoulders. "They may look fierce, but they aren't bad people. They're just trying to protect themselves."
Bruce and Selina were practically polar opposites.
One was the eldest son of the Wayne family, born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Before his parents were murdered, he had both parents and immense wealth. Even after their deaths, at least he still had immense wealth.
Selina, meanwhile, stood at the other extreme. Like most Gotham orphans, she had no idea who her parents were. She had struggled alone on the streets since childhood. Though she worked part-time as a pickpocket, it was only enough to make ends meet.
Although Bruce could be friends with Selina, that did not mean he could understand or relate to what she said.
Fortunately, Selina had never expected this Young Master Wayne to understand.
By the street wisdom she had developed, it was enough to know that the two of them were friends.
"Alright, Bruce, what did you come here to see me about?" Selina asked, raising an eyebrow at him.
Bruce did not stand on ceremony and immediately explained the situation to Selina.
"Alfred was stabbed. The man's name is Reggie, and he used to be Alfred's comrade. I'm looking for him now. Alfred said the most likely place would be the 'shooting range'..."
So far, Selina was Bruce's