Origin of all things Arkham

Chapter 182 Going Both Ways
When there is no danger in Gotham, Batman and Lynn are the greatest dangers.

Everything that Gordon saw proved so true that this sentence was not a silly joke.

And the bag that was smashed out of his forehead by a stone also appeared in court to testify and made a generous statement.

With witnesses and evidence in place, Lynn and Bruce had to obediently confess their guilt, sincerely apologize, and promised to wait as long as possible for the next offense.

"Oh... I really... Forget it."

Gordon rubbed his head and looked at Lynn who was squatting on the ground and still secretly picking sand into Bruce's shoes. He couldn't understand how wrong it was to be able to...

Forget it.

Lynn, that makes sense.

"A few days ago, Alfred called me, and he said... um? Bruce, what are you hiding from?"

"……nothing."

Bruce had a calm expression on his face, and he couldn't see any emotional fluctuations.

Gordon was keenly aware of the problem, and chose to change the topic to continue this hard-won conversation.

After all, most of the time, Batman doesn't show up during the day, and Lynn can't find anyone at all.

"I don't care what you two make of this place, you believe you still have an accurate understanding.

Two, what I want to say is, should you also perform your duties and deal with Gotham's problems. "

Gordon is also quite helpless.

As the head of Gotham's police system, Gordon is unable to solve Gotham's violent crimes and other problems most of the time.

This city seems to be cursed, even if there is a hard-working workaholic like Gordon who is about to live in the police station, there is an obligation to clock in every day like Batman, and the disabled prisoners are all over every vigilante in the hospital ward , there are classic bipolar disorder patients with schizophrenia like Lynn appearing at any time... Gotham is still the same.

Criminals seem to grow out of the ground, every time a stubble is taken away, it will hardly take long for a new stubble to emerge.

There is some truth in saying that the city is cursed.

In the past few days, Bruce will go on a "business trip" and leave the city. On the surface, he is doing business negotiations, market research and other business activities, but what is he doing secretly... Gordon listened to him I went to check on my partner.

What partner?
Why does Gotham need a partner from another city?

Regarding this point, Bruce didn't say it clearly, he just shook his head and said that Gordon would know in the future.

Damn it!Gotham has enough Riddlers already!

Lynn got Bruce out of the way!

……

Batman, the voluntary model worker, is not there, let alone Lynn, who exists almost anywhere in the world. Gordon can see Lynn appearing in three different cities in the newspaper one day apart, Wanted by three different identities in three cities.

But he just wasn't in Gotham.

This has led to Gotham's crime rate rising wildly with a curve of more than 45°!And the detection rate...

How to put it, it is also 45°.

This is the real purpose of Gordon coming to find the two of them today.

"I know that both of you are hiding some grand aspirations and ideals, but at least for now, I think it's better for us to save Gotham first, what do you think?"

Bruce was born and raised here, is currently singing here, and is planning to die here in the future. For him, things in Gotham are naturally obligatory.This is nothing to excuse.

As for Lynn, the situation was much worse, but he always felt that Gordon looked at him with dangerous eyes, and he always pressed his hands on the bag on his head, as if hinting at something.

"Don't worry Gordon, what's in Gotham is my business, don't you still believe me?"

There was a slap on Gordon's back. The old man was too old to bear Lynn's enthusiastic response.

"Okay, okay, let's go now, go to read the news, go to pick up stories, go to find the location, and check the information.

After nightfall today, you all move..."

Speaking of this, Gordon glanced at the messy golf course, which looked like a battlefield, and hurriedly added: "Don't forget that you are also from Gotham! Don't be impulsive, be rational, be rational!"

The voice was still there, but Lynn had pulled Bruce and walked outside.

Isn't he a criminal in Gotham? If you dare to offend Mr. Gordon, you won't agree!Do him!
........................

into the night.

After strongly rejecting Bruce's proposal to continue squatting on the gargoyle overlooking the city, Lynn proposed the idea of ​​driving the mech to give them a little Gotham shock on the grounds that the thing couldn't hold the two of them.

The proposal was also ruthlessly rejected by Bruce, so the two made a compromise.

I don't listen to anyone's opinion, although we act together, but the specific standards of action can be arbitrary.

So Bruce, wearing a full set of Bat armor, drove into the Batmobile, and Lynn, who was also wearing a full set of Bruce Bat armor, rode the bicycle next to the motorcycle that Bruce spent a lot of money to modify.

The engine roared, Bruce drove the Batmobile far ahead, Lynn rode a bicycle behind and kept talking, and the repetition rate of words directly exceeded the standard.

Standing up and pedaling, grinding out the sparks, Lynn finally caught up with Bruce.

"So I said... hoo, I said this bat, this Batmobile... Whoops! It's not practical at all!"

"Lynn, you can take a breath before talking, I'm not in a hurry."

"Give me back the cloud, I want to go home."

"The people at the pier are coming out to join, Lynn."

"Who will come out to take your kidney today! You must return the cloud to me!"

"Lynn! Stop messing around! Give me back the helmet!"

……

At the back door of a certain bar, a hip-hop guy wearing a blue plaid turban, with a fat body, with several layers of big chains and small chains dangling around his body, gestured for a long time with the gang brothers who saw him off at the door, yo ~yo~yo After a long time, the ritual with regional characteristics was finally over and we said goodbye.

No way, and he didn't want to leave his brothers, and those dancers who were about to reach the last dress, and those white... washing powder.

His name is Dick Onar, and he is Batman's informant.

That's right, Batman has a lot of informants who have been raised in various areas, communities, gangs, and professional groups of Gotham for a long time.

These people are usually the type who are timid in front of others and flamboyant in others. You can say that they are good people. They haven't worked a day's shift, and they don't have a dime of legal income.

Let’s say they are bad guys. If you can steal some gasoline and brag about it with your friends for half a month, it’s really not worth spending any effort to hunt them down and judge them.

Therefore, the old bat has given full play to the spirit of pragmatism that every broken brick has its use.After beating them violently and charging each person for three broken bones, they automatically became old bat's informants without any intimidation or coercion.

It may be surprising to say it, but these guys are not willing to be inferior at all when they betray their friends, and they are more attentive than they are in school.

"Old Bat, what is this... Stockholm Syndrome?"

Looking at the hip-hop brother nodding and bowing in the distance, his eyes full of respect and admiration, Lynn felt that this matter was even more confusing than the fact that the old bat raised the informant itself.

"That word shouldn't be used. They're more like, convert fanatics."

………………

In fact, when he saw the two Batmen suddenly appearing at the beginning, especially when the two Batmen were still punching each other and hammering each other's eyeballs, Onnar was a little hesitant and scared.

But soon he remembered the horror urban legend about [Countless Batmen] that had been circulated in Gotham some time ago.

To be honest, there are dozens of Batmen in a city, which is definitely scarier than stories about zombies.

Compared with Batman, zombies are like fluffy chickens, weak, pitiful and helpless.

Therefore, after a short thought for a second or two, he clearly felt the slight pain in the bone he broke last time. Onnar didn't know that it was a psychological effect. He only knew that if he didn't go through, the broken bone this time It is not three bones.

Two Batmen, so you can't break 33? !

…………

"What did you say your name was?"

"Onnar. Dick Onnar."

"Hiss...! Your name is hard!"

Ignoring Lynn's look, Bruce, the real Batman, asked a lot of questions simply and directly. Onnar's answer was also very distinctive, without ambiguity, and without words like "probably or almost possible." If so-and-so's little brother told him, and where his brother took him to, he explained clearly.

"Okay buddy, it's a pity you don't want to be a private eye."

Onnar, who was praised by "Batman", was not proud. He sincerely expressed that if possible, he would like to be Batman's informant for the rest of his life.

……

"So this is called convert fanaticism? He thinks he has a broken bone, so he doesn't want his colleagues to have good bones?"

"It's no use saying that, Lynn."

The old bat pointed to a secret door that was not easy to see: "Go in through the main door, you will probably be spotted immediately, and then the opponent will shoot.

Entering through the back door is directly the opponent's base camp, and it is also directly shot by the opponent.How do you choose. "

"How do I choose? Batman makes the choice, Lynn wants them all!"

The ring on his hand shimmered, and in an instant, a lot of "Lin En" appeared around the two.

They are all dressed differently, but all have Batman's headgear on their heads.

"Little ones!"

With a slap on the head of a doppelgänger whose headgear was reversed, Lin En pointed forward with his hands: "You go to the front, pay attention to identifying the enemy's composition, just go to the roof with two people to guard on."

Turning to look at the old bat: "Let's hit the enemy's crystal directly!"

Wu Yang Wu Yang's "Batman" scattered in a mess, except for the two who climbed the wall, the rest went to the main entrance. Lynn and the old bat also went directly to the hidden entrance by the back door of the bar.

Bang!Just one kick!
"Ah this..."

Lynn kicked a hole in the door and got his leg stuck in it.

"Don't touch Lynn!"

"Are you telling me not to move or let them not move! Hey, what did you throw in..."

Three cylindrical oval jars and a smaller red jar were thrown in by Batman. He shook his cloak, covered his mouth, and pushed them to the entrance of the alley.

"gas."

Batman removes his hand from his mouth so Lynn can see his mouth shape.

"Large, spiked tear gas."

"Cough! Old bat, you... cough... cough cough!"

(End of this chapter)