Opened a martial arts school, and his eldest disciple Batman

Chapter 119 Earn some subsidies from the Abolitionist Party
The person who was most happy about Dick's memory recovery was Alfred. To celebrate, he personally cooked a sumptuous dinner.

But this really puzzled Du Mu. How on earth could Alfred prepare so much food by himself in the kitchen and clean the kitchen thoroughly afterwards...

It seems that Alfred is also responsible for the hygiene of the entire Wayne Manor and even the Bat Cave. Du Mu came here several times, and Alfred was busy no matter it was morning or night, and he never noticed when he took a break.

He really deserves to be called the Butler Hero... One person can replace the entire service team of other wealthy families. No matter how high the salary of other butlers is, it is impossible for them to work part-time in the kitchen, cleaning, hacking, secretary and other regular and non-routine jobs.

At the invitation of Bruce and Alfred, Du Mu had dinner with them.

This time it was no longer a banquet for the public, so Du Mu relaxed a lot and no longer felt bored.

At the same time, during the brief interactions with Dick after he regained his memory, he discovered the uniqueness of this precocious child.

Unlike Harry's precocity, Harry was able to look back and see the overall picture of everything that had happened to him so far. He understood all the secrets about himself, and how many people had accompanied and loved him along the way. Therefore, he had no confusion in his heart and was able to firmly maintain his own self.

He had never meant to make himself look mature, but most of the things in school did not make him panic. He felt calm and composed, having seen many storms and waves.

As for Dick… probably because the job of an acrobat is to attract customers and sell tickets, Dick’s maturity is more of a disguise and ability to control the situation.

He can handle all troubles with a calm attitude when others feel panicked. But he will still be afraid and sad when he needs to be afraid, but all of this is hidden under his confident appearance.

Watching Dick trying his best to be polite at the dinner table, Du Mu recalled Robin's mischief in the animation and couldn't help shaking his head and laughing.

I have to admit, this adoptive father and son are really alike... they both reveal their true selves after putting on masks, and use their usual appearance as a disguise.

Of course, Dick's problem should not be as serious as Bruce's. Maybe after Dick and Bruce get to know each other, he will become a normal child.

At this moment, Du Mu felt that the bracelet in Bruce's shirt vibrated.

Except for Bruce and Du Mu who were wearing it close to their bodies, the other two people did not notice the vibration.

Bruce raised his hand and pulled up his shirt, revealing the bracelet, which at the same time projected a projection on Bruce's arm.

Du Mu concentrated slightly, and was able to construct the specific content of the projection from the light in mid-air.

It was probably a city surveillance image uploaded from the central computer, showing a commotion on the street, with a group of strange-looking guys wearing the same patient attire, running around in all directions under the surveillance camera.

Bruce frowned and immediately stood up: "Sorry, Master, please continue to enjoy your dinner. There is a situation in Gotham."

Alfred said worriedly, "Master, if it's just an ordinary gang fight, then you..."

Bruce walked towards the study, shaking his head, "They're not just any gangsters. They're from Arkham Asylum... Those crazy people I locked up somehow managed to escape. I have to stop them before the chaos gets any bigger."

Du Mu turned around and looked at Batman who had instantly entered the state and said, "Do you need my help?"

"This is my city, Master."

Bruce paused for a moment, then continued: "But if I need it, I will definitely ask you for help."

Du Mu nodded with satisfaction, turned around and continued to enjoy the Wellington steak cooked by Alfred.

That’s good, at least he knows that if he encounters troubles that he can’t solve, he can ask the master for help, instead of strongly rejecting all other superheroes like in the original book.

I just don't know whether the main reason for Bruce's change is that he treats him as his own, or whether he has really grown up and realized that if he wants to minimize the losses, he must seek help from all strategic resources.

Alfred apologized, "I'm sorry, Mr. Du Mu, I need to go help the master."

Du Mu nodded: "I will take good care of Dick, you guys go ahead."

Alfred felt relieved and followed Bruce to the Batcave.

So Du Mu and Dick were the only ones left in the living room.

Dick watched Bruce's figure disappear, bit his lip, and secretly looked at Du Mu.

Ever since Batman cured his mental impairment, he has been able to remember things, and of course he has not forgotten what happened during the period of amnesia.

Therefore, he was indeed quite curious about this man dressed in ancient oriental costumes...his curiosity was second only to that about his adoptive father's identity as Batman.

But tonight, he was more worried about whether his adoptive father might be in danger.

Even at Dick's age, he could sense that something was not right... How could a whole mental hospital that was tightly monitored and sealed off be easily escaped in one night? There must be someone outside who wanted to create chaos.

In fact, the opponent's goal may be to lure Batman out.

Dick didn't have any more information and couldn't think about it. He just knew that tonight would be more dangerous for Batman than usual.

Du Mu used his fork and knife to cut open the puff pastry, revealing the soft steak inside.

The juicy beef in the Wellington steak is mixed with the umami flavor of matsutake mushrooms. The rich butter makes it tender and delicious.

I haven't eaten Western food since I traveled through time. Eating it occasionally really adds to the novelty.

After enjoying the meal, Du Mu noticed Dick's gaze, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and asked with a smile: "What's wrong, Dick, do you feel uncomfortable?"

Dick shook his head and asked hesitantly, "This time, Mr. Bruce should be safe when he goes out, right?"

Du Mu smiled and said, "Don't worry, he said that if he encounters danger, he will come to me for help."

But Dick was still a little worried and seemed a little uneasy.

Du Mu knew that Dick didn't dare to act because of his presence. If Alfred was alone, he might not be able to watch over the little guy, and he would run out directly to try to assist Batman's actions.

At times like this, the animation often puts Batman in danger and trouble in order to emphasize the role of the assistant, and he is finally rescued by Robin who arrives secretly.

Du Mu could naturally think of what Dick had just thought of, and understood that there might be a trap set for Batman tonight.

Considering that Dick already knew Bruce's secret identity, Du Mu thought for a moment and said, "Since you're so worried, why don't you go to the Batcave and take a look?"

Dick nodded quickly in surprise. He thought Du Mu was a stubborn elder in ancient costume, but now he seemed very considerate.

Du Mu and Dick went down to the bat cave through the secret door elevator in the study and saw Alfred busy in front of the central computer.

"Master, the Upper East Side and New Town have the most criminals. The Crocodile Man went into the sewer and can't be seen by surveillance. The Riddler and the Ventriloquist have disappeared in the West City..."

Batman's electronic voice sounded: [Eliminate the criminals who are hiding and those who are heading to no-man's land. Focus on marking the criminals in the downtown area. I will deal with them first.]

"Okay... ah, it's the arsonist who calls himself Firefly! He showed up at 7th Street in Borleigh and is heading to Boulevard Place. Where did he get the equipment? Shouldn't the equipment be at the Gotham Police Department?"

[Obviously someone stole him out. I'll ask Gordon later. He's currently dispatching police to block several bridges in Miller Bay to ensure that criminals from the Upper East Side don't go to the Diamond District. I'll deal with the Firefly first. The factory in the Boulevard can't afford the loss of a fire.]

Du Mu looked at several criminals who were under close surveillance in the central computer. He didn't expect that in just less than a year, Batman had conflicts with so many guys.

So, was it Batman's costume that inspired them? They all made themselves look like actors at a masquerade ball, very recognizable.

Dick nervously watched several sets of surveillance footage, and saw a man with a jetpack on his back and a flamethrower in his hand, laughing crazily and setting fires continuously.

A black streamlined Batmobile chased Firefly from another street. After overtaking the opponent, it immediately popped out a grappling hook from the side at the next intersection and shot it towards the electric tower beside the road.

With the power tower as the center, the Batmobile made a sharp turn like a compass and suddenly came to the path where the Firefly was flying in a straight line, crashing into it without slowing down at all.

Fireflies were flying in the sky. He just noticed a car running out from the end of the intersection. The next moment, as if a fighter pilot was escaping, a black shadow suddenly ejected from the cab.

"Bam—!"

A punch filled with true energy and anger, coupled with the hardened bones of the bat's fist, hit Firefly's shoulder and collarbone directly.

"Ahh——!!" Along with the screams of Firefly, he could no longer control his body and stumbled to the ground from mid-air.

The Batmobile was moving away from the two people without any intention of slowing down. White gas containing high concentrations of carbon dioxide was rapidly sprayed out from both sides of the car, extinguishing all the flames of the houses ignited by the fireflies flying along the way.

Firefly fell to the ground, and the jet aircraft on his body was smashed into pieces. He screamed in pain and covered his shoulder, which was dented. The heavy internal bleeding caused his skin to quickly bruise.

Firefly continued to scream, and then noticed that there was a figure standing in front of him with his back to the flames of the flamethrower, slowly walking towards him.

He could hardly see the other person's face, but the silhouette was extremely conspicuous.

Firefly wailed, "Take me to the hospital quickly, my collarbone is broken, I'm going to die, you don't kill people, right? Help me call an ambulance!"

Batman narrowed his eyes and walked in front of Firefly.

Then he grabbed Firefly's shoulders, turned him over, and made him lie on the ground.

Firefly felt something was wrong and said in horror: "What do you want to do? I'm dying! You must have broken the artery below my collarbone. Do you want to kill me? You...ah!!"

The next moment, Batman pinched the back of his neck and exerted force suddenly. With a click, Firefly's head, which was originally held high, fell to the ground.

His eyes rolled around in fear and he screamed, "What did you do?! What did you do?! I can't move! I can't move!"

Batman said coldly: "I gave you a chance...but it's obvious that you didn't cherish it."

"You committed crimes just for the pleasure of arson. I thought Arkham could heal you, but it seems I was too naive..."

"Arson is a far greater threat to ordinary people than gangsters. I cannot allow you to have the ability to commit crimes."

After saying that, he let the Firefly lie on the ground, screaming continuously. He raised his hand and pressed a few buttons. Suddenly, the lights of the Batmobile lit up at the end of the street and it drove back to pick up its owner.

"Don't go! I was wrong, I was wrong! I won't dare to do it again! Please don't go, please save me! I can't become a paralyzed person! Please!"

Firefly was originally a firefighter, so he naturally knew what had happened to him... Batman had used some method to accurately cut off the nerves in his spine without touching the blood vessels to kill himself.

But this was more painful than killing him. The fire brigade had of course come into contact with all kinds of people who were paralyzed due to accidents. That kind of fear was countless times stronger than that of normal people. Firefly could only scream and wail madly, hoping that he could be rescued.

But the citizens of Gotham City, accustomed to the chaos, had already covered their doors and windows and would never step out of their homes.

ambulance?
Doctors are also human beings. It is impossible for them to run out to save people when they know that criminals appear on the streets at night.

That's tomorrow morning's job.

So on the street that was originally ablaze with flames, only the firefly was left wailing continuously, and the surroundings were dead silent, without any movement at all.

"Butler, next coordinate."

Du Mu couldn't help but be surprised as he watched Batman deal with criminals one after another so quickly and efficiently.

Such efficiency...Almost every guy who has a bit of a role in the original work, once they officially meet, no one can waste Batman's time for more than three minutes.

Batman spends most of his time on the road.

Of course, these villains are basically ordinary people, such as the man who is now trying to use physical skills with Batman, and the criminal whose facial bones were almost broken by Batman's punch as soon as he rushed forward.

He had many scars on his body, not from battles, but rather a group of four with a large scar on it, five in a group, all over his body.

This should be the guy named Zhas... a rich second-generation and a psychopath, similar to Firefly, who can only feel the joy of life by killing people.

Batman walked forward, took out a small bottle of potion from his utility belt, and threw it directly on Zsasz who was trying to stand up.

The potion bottle shattered instantly. When the highly concentrated liquid inside came into contact with oxygen, it immediately became highly activated, emitting a large amount of heat and forming steam, completely enveloping Zas.

“Ah! What the hell is this! Ah!”

Zas rolled and crawled to escape from the steam. At the same time, the scars on his body began to blur... Instead of repairing, his normal skin turned into the bumpy appearance of the scars.

"You want to gain a sense of existence by recording the number of people you kill... Now, I have covered your entire body with scars. You no longer need to kill people. There is no room for scars left for you."

Batman said in a low voice as he stood in the shadows.

Du Mu shook his head. Why bother with so much trouble? Wouldn’t it be better to just kill the other person directly?
Zsasz screamed and stumbled as he tried to flee, but Batman moved a few steps and stood in Zsasz's escape path, getting hit in the chest.

"I'll kill you!" Zsasz roared and stabbed Batman with the dagger in his hand.

However, his eyes were also damaged by the steam just now...

Batman held Zsasz's stabbing arm with one hand and the back of his neck with the other.

"I thought your condition could be cured... I guess I shouldn't have sent you to a so-called mental hospital."

The next moment, with a snap, the dagger fell to the ground.

And Zas's whole body, like noodles, instantly collapsed to the ground.

And he continued to roar: "Kill me if you have the guts! If you don't kill me, I will escape from prison and kill others in the future! Do you think you can control me? Do you think I'm one of those ordinary gangsters? Do you think pain can... Hey! Don't go! Listen to me, you bastard!"

Batman once again created a paralyzed being who could only talk and eat, and considering how dangerous Zsasz was, who could kill someone with a toothpick in his mouth, he also removed his vision.

"Butler, next." Batman said coldly.

He got back on the Batmobile and headed for the next criminal's location, thinking: Let's put these criminals who are no longer able to move into Wayne Hospital, and I can earn some subsidies from the abolitionists...

They need such a tragic criminal image to build momentum for themselves.

The reason why he needed it was because several congressmen he supported had already begun campaigning to reinstate the death penalty. If even an anti-human rights and anti-freedom bill like the abortion bill could be passed, then lethal injection should also be possible.

The main reason is that New Jersey, where Gotham is located, was the first state to abolish the death penalty, and it is indeed very difficult to be the first state to restore it.

I hope it can be as soon as possible... In fact, even if a person is paralyzed, Batman will not feel good.

He was just trying to stop them from committing any subsequent crimes from a purely utilitarian perspective.

Batman does not get pleasure from torturing criminals, but he can only be free from this ruthless state after the death penalty is restored.

Just then, there was a loud bang and the Batmobile broke out as it passed through a sewer.

The entire Batmobile was blown into the sky by the impact force from the sewer. Just as the vehicle flipped over, Batman suddenly popped out and landed on the street lamp.

The Batmobile spun and was completely overturned on the side of the road.

Batman narrowed his eyes slightly as he watched, and immediately noticed a dark figure on the bridge hundreds of meters away.

The man was wearing a windbreaker and a skull-shaped mask on his head. He was so muscular that he looked like a smaller version of the Hulk.

At the same time, he was holding a child about three or four years old in his arms.

On both sides stood several figures that Batman was very familiar with.

Assassins of the Assassin's League...

Batman frowned, he had checked the cold storage today, and none of the bodies of the League of Assassins and the claws of the Court of Owls were missing.

In other words...are those the remnants of the League of Assassins who didn't go to Gotham last time?
And the burly man in the middle is their new leader?

(End of this chapter)