I Am Batman

Gotham.

Wayne Tower.

The drizzle was falling in the sky, and in the thick clouds in the sky, the wrapped thunder flickered, flashing continuously, like a light bulb wrapped in a quilt, flickering and emitting bright light.

Click.

A bolt of lightning unexpectedly struck from the clouds, reflecting the pale scene of the entire Gotham.

A thin figure was reflected above Wayne Tower.

He was wearing an all-purple long tuxedo and trousers, and white gloves on his hands. His face was painted as white as dye, and his lips were painted a pale red. I don't know if it was because of the blood torn at the corner of his mouth or the color of the lipstick. His wild, algae-green hair reflected his crazy eyes.

Joker stepped on the gargoyle's head, and the wind blew wildly, blowing the back of his purple tuxedo. He faced the cold thorns of the drizzle on his face, showing a crazy smile.

This scene, after a bolt of lightning suddenly appeared, seemed shocking and crazy.

He was standing on Wayne Tower, which was more than 100 meters above the ground, stepping on the thin gargoyle. His body was thin, facing the strong wind, and his purple tuxedo made a grin, as if he was about to fall at any moment.

In the moment of pale lightning, on the other side Wayne Tower, a black figure spread his arms, hovering in the drizzle, at a position with an excellent angle.

A grappling hook gun appeared in Batman's hand, shooting at the rooftop of Wayne Tower, which was more familiar than anyone else, and shooting a grappling hook at another gargoyle.

The grappling hook hooked the gargoyle's arm with the rope. Batman quickly pressed another switch on the grappling hook gun. The gun withdrew the hook rope and automatically pulled Batman like a display greenhouse through the reaction force. Like this, after sketching a rapid and astonishing arc trajectory in the sky, Batman stood on the gargoyle. Under the drizzle, his cloak was fluttering as he looked at Joker from a distance.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, little bat!"

Joker put his right hand on the right knee of the gargoyle, letting the drizzle and cold wind blow on his face, Purple Swallowtail Coat splitting flying behind him, he grinned and said to Batman, his eyes were playful, thinking of fun things.

"You should know that even if my true identity is revealed, there are countless ways for me to remain Bruce Wayne."

Batman had a calm voice and looked at Joker with heavy eyes to prevent accidents.

"You can't run away, Joker!"

The wind was blowing loudly, and behind the two of them, purple windbreakers and black bat capes were flying.

Joker suddenly stood at attention, opened his hands, stared in the wind and rain, his face was serious, and he closed his mouth. Even with such a serious look, he still gave people a kind of teasing madness.

"You're right, little bat, I choose death."

"The game begins!"

Joker grinned and fell backwards naturally.

Even though Batman had been paying attention to Joker's behavior, he was unable to prevent Joker from falling backwards.

Wayne Building The gargoyle is located more than three hundred meters above the ground. If it fell from this height, any ordinary person would be reduced to a pulp.

When Joker fell backwards, Batman still saw Joker's playful and playful expression.

Anyone could fall to their death from such a height.

Joker No.

When Batman arrived at the gargoyle that Joker was stepping on, Joker had already fallen down for more than half the distance with his eyes closed. Then, his back, Purple Swallowtail Coat, seemed to turn into wings and began to circle downward. Then he stretched out a small parachute to slow down the impact, and flew directly towards a Joker Car.

When Joker landed safely, he turned his head mischievously, put his index and middle fingers on his temples and popped them out, gave Batman a salute, and then drove Joker Car away from Wayne Tower.

Even though Batman was in the communicator and ordered Alfred to track the vehicle, the result was that Joker's whereabouts were still not traced.

After searching for Gotham for a long time, Batman returned to the Wayne Manor secretly in the middle of the night, pushed open the big clock, and entered Batcave.

Batman took off the bat helmet heavily, shook the water drops that had seeped into his chin and neck due to the drizzle, and sat heavily in the monitoring position to check the monitoring.

"Master, you will have a press conference tomorrow to clarify the true identity of Batman."

Alfred came to Bruce with a bowl of warm ginger soup and said.

Batman stared at the screen intently, trying to find out the location of Joker through clues. He said without looking back, "Alfred, I am not free. Joker is planning something. This is obviously to delay my time. You handle it for me."

"You must be free, sir. The whole Gotham is rioting because of this incident. If you don't want Wayne Tower to be blown up by Batman's many enemies in the past, please spare ten minutes to hold a light press conference to clarify. It only takes ten minutes."

Alfred stands erect on the lumbar spine, wearing a bow tie and a tuxedo, looking very much like an English butler.

"You need to calm the social unrest."

Alfred added a sentence.

There has really been a lot of commotion in the past few days, and it has become a bit big, and Bruce Wayne needs to come forward to express it anyway.

Bruce looked at the monitor's face and frowned slightly.

"Ten minutes?"

"Yeah!"

"Okay, also dig out for me the information about Joker's surviving subordinates."

The next day.

Wayne Tower, conference center.

It is filled with newspaper reporters from all over Gotham, Gotham Daily, Gotham Evening Post, Gotham Weekend, People's City News, Gossip Magazine, Playboy, and even Education News, Military News, Student News, Academic News, Financial News, Agricultural News, Tourism News, these newspapers that appeared from nowhere, all sent first-class reporters to attend this press conference.

Not only that, even Central City Daily who was far away from Central City sent a beautiful reporter here, not to mention Metropolis who was on the other side of Gotham, Planet Daily also sent an honest and dull male reporter.

It is conceivable that the topic about Bruce Wayne is Batman is so exciting and shocking. They are eager to dig out the inside story about this matter all the time.

Is it true, false, or is it hiding something? Almost every reporter smells exciting reports.

"Now, Bruce Wayne, will make a statement." Alfred gave up his position on the podium.

Bruce Wayne Wearing a decent suit, he entered with a light expression, raised eyebrows and whistled. He kept glancing at the figure of the female reporter who stood up from her seat with lustful eyes.

The reporters kept taking pictures of his figure. In just a short distance of ten meters, Bruce performed no less than dozens of postures for reporters to take pictures. He also lightly teased some female reporters, making the slutty Playboy perform incisively and vividly.

When he walked to the podium, facing many reporters, he began to speak.

"I have forgotten when the last press conference was. I'd better read according to the manuscript this old man gave me!"

Bruce straightened his shoulders and said helplessly, taking out the manuscript Alfred had prepared for him from his pocket.

"Some people suspect that I am Batman, the Dark Knight who haunted that night."

"Think I've been fighting the dark forces of Gotham..."

Bruce hasn't finished speaking yet.

Then a female reporter raised her hand with a sharp look and interrupted directly, "Sorry to interrupt you, Mr. Wayne, do you think we will buy your account? According to the external height, it is almost 100% restored. I checked every female celebrity who spent the night with you and came up with amazing facts. Mr. Wayne, your physical strength is very good, great..."

"Of course you can question Wayne Enterprises's statement. Thank you for your affirmation of my sexual ability, but don't make random accusations and insinuate that I am a bat..."

"I never said you were Batman."

"No? This does sound a bit sci-fi. I am not a superhero. If I were Batman, I would definitely use his abilities to hunt for women everywhere. How could I be a superhero? I have so many personality flaws..."

Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, Bruce glanced at the reporters in the audience with a scrutinizing gaze.

Alfred, who was nearby, leaned into his ear and reminded him, "Follow the script."

Bruce picked up the manuscript in his hand, glanced at it, and said.

"Actually..."

He paused, stared at the manuscript, and then suddenly put it down.

"I am Batman."