DC Tyrant

Gotham.

Wayne Building.

The drizzle fell on the sky, and in the thick cloud layer in the sky, the wrapped thunder was flashing, and it kept flashing, like a light bulb wrapped in a quilt, flashing brightly.

Click.

A flash of lightning unexpectedly broke out from the clouds, reflecting the pale scene of the entire Gotham.

It even reflected a thin figure above the Wayne Building.

He was wearing a long purple tuxedo and trousers, with white gloves on his hands, his face as pale as dye, and his lips painted a scarlet color. I don't know if it was because of the blood torn at the corners of his mouth or the color of the lipstick. A frantic hair of algae green reflects his crazy eyes.

The clown stepped on the head of the water-billed beast, and the wind blew wildly, blowing the back of his purple tuxedo incessantly. Showing a crazy smile.

This scene, after a flash of lightning suddenly appeared, was shocking and maddening.

He was in the Wayne Building, which was more than 100 meters above the ground. He was stepping on the thin drip-billed beast. He was thin, facing the strong wind, and his purple tuxedo squeaked, as if he was about to fall at any time.

At the moment of pale lightning, on the other side of the Wayne Building, a black figure opened his arms, hovering in the drizzle, at an excellent angle.

The claw gun appeared in Batman's hand, and he shot at the top floor of the Wayne Building, which was more familiar than anyone, and shot the claw at another drip-billed beast.

The claw hook hooked the arm of the drip-billed beast with a rope. Batman quickly pressed another switch on the claw hook gun. The gun pulled the hook cable back, and through the reaction force, Batman was automatically like a display greenhouse. After a rapid and amazing arc trajectory was outlined in the sky, Batman stood on the drip-mouthed beast. Under the drizzle, the cloak was blown by the wind, and the Joker looked at each other from a distance.

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

The Joker put his right hand on the knee of the right leg of the beast, and let the drizzle and cold wind blow on his face. The purple tuxedo was flying behind him. , thought of something fun.

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

Batman's voice was calm, his eyes were heavy and he looked at the clown vigilantly to prevent accidents.

"You can't run away, clown!"

The wind was blowing, and behind the two of them, the purple windbreaker and the black bat cape kept flying.

The clown suddenly stood at attention, opened his hands, stared at him in the wind and rain, his face was serious, and his mouth was closed.

"You're right, little bat, I choose to die."

"The game is on!"

The clown grinned and fell back naturally.

Even Batman, keeping an eye on the Joker's actions, hasn't been able to stop the Joker from falling backwards.

The position of the water-mouthed beast in the Wayne Building is more than 300 meters away from the ground. If it falls from this height, any ordinary person can only fall into meat sauce.

When the Joker falls backwards, Batman still sees Joker's playful expression.

Anyone could fall and die at such a high altitude.

Joker doesn't.

When Batman arrived at the drip-billed beast that the Joker was stepping on, the Joker had fallen down more than half of the distance with his eyes closed. Then, his back, the purple tuxedo, seemed to turn into wings and began to hover downwards. Then, a small parachute stuck out to slow down the impact and flew directly towards a clown car.

When the Joker landed safely, he turned his head mischievously, popped his index and middle fingers in his temples, gave Batman a salute, and drove the Joker car away from Wayne Mansion.

Even though Batman was in the communicator and told Alfred to track the vehicle, the Joker still wasn't tracked.

For a long time, after Batman searched Gotham, he secretly returned to Wayne Manor in the middle of the night, pushed open the big clock, and entered the Batcave.

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

"Sir, you have a press conference tomorrow to get rid of Batman's true colors."

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

Batman stared at the screen without turning his eyes, trying to find out the Joker's location through clues, he said without looking back: "Alfred, I don't have time, the Joker is planning something, this is obviously trying to delay. My time. You handle it for me."

"You have to be free, sir, the whole Gotham is rioting because of this, if you don't want Wayne Mansion to be bombed by many of Batman's past enemies, please spare ten minutes to make a light pick. The press conference to clarify, it only takes ten minutes."

Alfred stood upright at the lumbar spine, with a bow tie and a tuxedo, very much like a British housekeeper.

"You need to calm the social unrest."

Alfred added another sentence.

There has been a lot of trouble in the past few days, and it's a bit big. In any case, Bruce Wayne needs to come forward to express it.

Bruce looked at the monitor's face for a while, frowning slightly.

"ten minutes?"

"Ok!"

"Okay, in addition, give me the information of the subordinates who have survived the clown in the past."

…………

the next day.

Wayne Building, Convention Center.

It is full of newspaper reporters from all over Gotham, Gotham Daily, Gotham Evening, Gotham Weekend, People City, Lace Magazine, Playboy, and even Education News, Military News, Student News, Academic News, Finance and Economics Newspapers, agricultural newspapers, travel newspapers, and other newspapers that popped up out of nowhere, all sent first-class reporters here. See this press conference.

Not only that, even the Midtown Daily, which is far away from the central city, sent a beautiful reporter, not to mention the Metropolis on the other side of Gotham, the Metropolis Daily also sent an old and solid male reporter. come.

As you can imagine, the topic of Bruce Wayne being Batman is so explosive and shocking that they are eager to dig into the inside story about it all the time.

Is it true, is it false, or is it hiding something?

Almost every reporter smells exciting reports.

"Now, Bruce Wayne, is going to make a statement." Alfred stepped aside on the podium.

Bruce Wayne, dressed in a decent suit, looked lightly, raised his eyebrows and whistled as he entered the venue. He kept looking at the female reporter who was entering the venue because of himself and stood up from the seat. 's body.

The reporters kept shooting his figure with long guns and short guns. Just in the short distance of more than ten meters, Bruce showed no less than dozens of poses for the reporters to shoot, and lightly teased some of the women. Reporter, put a swinging **** to the fullest.

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

"I've forgotten when the last press conference was, so I'd better read it according to the manuscript this old man gave me!"

Bruce stiffened his shoulders, said helplessly, and took out the manuscript that Alfred prepared for him from his pocket.

"Someone suspects I'm Batman, the dark knight that haunts that night."

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

Bruce hasn't finished speaking yet.

Then a female reporter raised her hand sharply and interrupted directly: "Sorry for interrupting you, Mr. Wayne, do you think we will buy your account? According to the external height, it is almost a 100% restoration. I've checked every female star you've spent the night with and come up with amazing facts, Mr. Wayne, you're in good physical shape, that's great..."

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

"I didn't say you were Batman."

"Isn't it? It does sound a bit sci-fi. I'm not a superhero, if I were Batman, I would definitely use his abilities to hunt for beauty everywhere. How can 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 scrutiny eyes.

Alfred, who was beside him, leaned into his ear and reminded him, "According to the script."

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

"Actually..."

He paused, stared at the manuscript, but put it down abruptly.

"I am Batman."