The streets are full of Gotham, and there are pieces of paper raining everywhere. According to reliable information, there is even a batch of paper being sent to other cities. The story of Hell has almost spread throughout America.
Can Bruce not break the defense?
When Bruce usually goes out at night to carry out vigilante activities, most of the time he will only encounter villains who hate him, and victims who hate him slightly less.
However.
When that damn manuscript was stolen for no apparent reason, everything changed. Not only did the victim ask him, but the villain also asked him when he beat him half to death and sent him to prison or a lunatic asylum.
Everyone.
Yes.
All the bad guys and big bad guys I met tonight, their last wishes were unexpectedly the same, they were all begging Batman to let them see those strong twenty-four pack abs.
It's more than that.
"I lost to a man with twenty-four pack abs! I! It's not unfair! After so many years, after so many fights, and being caught by you so many times, I think everything is justified."
"Batman! I know your secret! You are the Batman monster who reincarnated into an adult for the sake of love. I heard that when you were not a human, you always came to fight with Godzilla when nothing happened?"
"Batman, do you really have a two-thousand-meter-long bed in your home? Did you really build a farm on Mars and eat alien chickens, alien beef and mutton?"
"I sent a text message to ask Joker, and Joker said it was true. It's all true. It's all recorded in historical records."
What does it mean to spend a night like a year?
Tonight, Batman had a deep understanding of it. Although Bruce had no idea that such a thing might happen, he still overestimated his ability to deal with such an incident.
No way.
Who knows that a similar situation has never happened before? This is undoubtedly another form of killing at first sight, so much so that even a man who is not alarmed can't help but take two more anti-anxiety pills.
"While I don't want to spank the child yet, please give me the manuscript that Hell should write!" Batman saw that Ian was still deep in thought, and immediately raised his voice again.
This is really urgent.
Ian also dare not continue to delay.
"The manuscripts of both books are here. In fact, I haven't continued writing much. I have been busy drawing comics these two days." Seeing this, Ian did not dare to test it openly.
Of course.
He still couldn't help his curiosity.
"Is my work already on sale?"
The teenager mainly wants to hear the editorial staff praise his talent.
However.
Bruce just glanced at him sideways, and then gave a true and expressionless answer, "Yes, it is on sale. It will be on sale in the most widely disseminated form."
This is a resource!
At least that's what Ian understands.
"Okay, okay! I knew it would be a hit!" Ian hurriedly handed all the manuscripts to Bruce. However, Bruce just hesitated and returned half of the manuscripts to him.
"Tomorrow, mail it, no, let your father fly to Gotham in person and escort this part to me." Bruce did not dare to open the manuscript and read it. He just stared at Ian seriously.
"I understand, I understand."
Ian I once heard that the formula of Coca-Cola was escorted by heavy troops when it was transferred, and the gold content of the manuscript that required the strongest combat force on earth to be escorted was needless to say at this time.
It is obvious that the value of his manuscript far exceeds the formula of Coca-Cola.
"What do you understand?"
Bruce was a little surprised.
"Am I going to make a fortune?"
Ian cautiously tested.
"..."
Bruce remained silent.
Ian only regards this respectable boss as his default.
"This is great! When I become a billionaire, I will directly set up a rugby team for Jonathan, and buy the best otaku happy cup for Jordan."
"And mom, I'll buy ten wineries for her so that she can have endless wine in her life. Dad doesn't need anything, so I want to buy the newspaper he works for and send him on business trips to alien planets every day."
"The universe is so big, there are always anecdotes to shoot, and he will definitely become a gold medal reporter better than his mother." Ian's heart is full of family. He also knows that Lord Wayne has weak feelings, so he stopped talking and didn't say too much. This is the embodiment of high emotional intelligence and high IQ.
In any case, the other party will definitely not be able to empathize with you.
"You don't want your father to stare at you every day, right?" Bruce ruthlessly exposed Ian's little thoughts. He didn't want to tell Ian that he was going to use this article to catch Joker.
The main reason is that I am not 100% sure yet and am afraid of losing my reputation. As for the remuneration in Ian's fantasy, it is just money. If I like money, Bruce thinks it is a good thing.
Of course.
A correct view of money is also important.
"Yesterday during the day, Gotham killed six or seven wealthy people in one go. All the property in their safes was looted, with a total value of about fifteen million."
"I think someone is in urgent need of money?" Bruce stared at the young man in front of him. Of course he knew that was not what the young man did, but he also knew where the money went in the end.
Ian also feels guilty about this.
But he didn't dodge his eyes either.
"This kind of thing actually happened? There must be someone who hates the rich. What did I, America, a rich man, do wrong?" Ian pretended to be heartbroken and performed.
Madison's Acting Method is practiced again.
It's definitely useless.
But you can't use it.
"They made a lot of mistakes, and the few who died were rich bastards who did all kinds of evil." Bruce may have been scolding himself, but he was scolding himself for being so impossible.
In short.
Avoided Ian who wanted to thump his chest.
Bruce is still the king of prediction.
"Ah? Are all the dead rich bastards?" Ian failed to hit Batman's chest muscles, and he didn't want to hit his own. After all, his fists were now comparable to hammers.
He was really stunned.
Joker is so particular?
Is it still merit money that he can use with peace of mind? Joker Really... Ian was so moved that he felt that he should forgive the other party for deducting the remaining five million from his reward.
"Who do you think could do this?"
Bruce opened his mouth and launched a confusing inquiry to Ian.
Regarding this.
Ian Without any hesitation.
"Isn't this simple? It must be Two-Face! Penguin! Riddler! Scarecrow! Poison Ivy! Mr. Freeze! Clayface! Mad Hatter! Professor Pyg... one of them!" He rattled off the names of all the super villains who had been active in Gotham over the years, except for his most generous fans.
This is not a perfect answer.
A win-win situation.
Ian can always strive for three wins.
"Very good, very honest." Bruce looked at Ian deeply, as if he was really satisfied with Ian's answer. He turned and walked towards Ian's desk.
"Don't let me know that you are making up ridiculous stories about superheroes again." Obviously, Master Wayne did not intend to delve into this matter. He just wanted to be on guard against Ian's written attacks.
"I have completed the ultimate evolution and become a more qualified writer. I am no longer the same person I was yesterday. I have received epic level enhancements but have no signs of becoming bald at all." Ian confidently displayed the manuscript, spoke with confidence, and raised his hand to touch his hair for confirmation.
"What is this?"
Bruce was originally about to look at the manuscript, but was attracted by another object on the desk. He picked up the slightly shiny metal ring and his eyes suddenly focused.
"Nuclear reactor?"
Ian Answer honestly.
He knew that this kind of thing would not fool the technology giants.
"Yeah, it looks like it to me."
Bruce was unusually calm. He raised the reactor to the light for inspection. He took out his cell phone with his other hand and pressed a series of numbers quickly.
"Clark."
He dodged Ian who suddenly rushed forward.
"We agreed not to let your son blow up the earth, and this should also include Metropolis..." After a pause, the master, who was calculating rapidly, seemed to make a judgment.
"And all of America, right?"
His mood is much more stable than before.
His voice was still so low and hoarse.
[PS: There was actually a reward yesterday, and it will be on the shelves at noon tomorrow. I am coding like crazy.]