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Chapter 801 I had a dream, I dreamed of 'Shenmu' Batman!

"Sorry, the press conference is over, please stop asking questions."

Gordon, who was in a state of panic, spoke helplessly to the reporters.

But the reporters quickly crowded over like sharks smelling blood.

"How long will Gotham City's curfew last? Commissioner Gordon, please answer this question."

“It is said that 15 police officers resigned today. Is this true?”

A beautiful blonde came up to him excitedly and asked, "Chief Gordon, is it time for you to resign?"

"Have the police been threatened by the gang? Have you lost Gotham City, Mr. Commissioner?"

Gordon, who was somewhat overwhelmed by the bombardment of reporters' questions, finally squeezed out under the protection of his men.

After asking his men to hold back the eager reporters, Gordon walked quickly outside.

Soon he reached a deserted street.

"Officer Gordon."

A voice suddenly came from behind him.

Startled, he turned around and saw a figure slowly walking towards him.

A-Zu, wearing a black suit and a hood on his head, slowly walked out of the shadows.

"who are you?"

Looking at A-Zu's figure gradually appearing, Gordon asked with some confusion.

"I am John Patrick, son of Peter Patrick."

A Zu walked towards him step by step, "You can call me Homelander. If you don't mind, we can find a place to have a good chat, Officer Gordon."

A-Zu showed what he thought was a friendly smile on his face.

The situation is unclear now. Raven, Loki, Star-Lord, Horus and others are hiding in the dark. His best partner is Officer Gordon in front of him.

Although in his own world, he and Sheriff Gordon were not very familiar with each other.

He never liked those people in Gotham.

Especially Bruce.

"Why should I trust you?"

Officer Gordon took a step back cautiously.

"Because I can help you catch that new Batman, and I can also help you catch those Arkham prisoners who escaped."

A Zu said confidently: "As long as I take action, all the evil in this city will end."

As he spoke, he continued to move closer to Officer Gordon.

Gordon frowned and asked him, "Do you know Batman?"

"Of course, we have known each other since childhood. Do you know how I used to think of him?"

"I have always believed that his so-called 'non-killing principle' is nothing more than a moral fig leaf sewn by a coward for himself."

A Zu said bluntly: "The fact is, he didn't make this city better."

Seeing Azu directly attacking Batman, Gordon was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said:

"No, he is trying to make this city better, but his purpose is by no means to be a vigilante or a hero, willing to die for his ideals, even if his body dies, he wants to pass on the immortality of his ideals. What he hopes for is not to pass on violence, but a kind of order and ideals."

"Okay, Mr. Patrick, since you said you can help catch those criminals, then I agree to this cooperation agreement, but the premise is that you have to prove it to me."

"of course."

A-Zu nodded and looked at the city in the distance bathed in the night, with a flash of red in his eyes.

"It's time for this city to have a new owner."

Azu whispered in a voice that Gordon couldn't hear.

at the same time.

Tim Drake and the Huntress, Helena Bertinelli, are chasing the robbers.

Huntress Helena was originally born into a mafia family in Gotham. Her father, the eldest brother, abused her mother on a daily basis, which led to her mother having an affair and giving birth to Helena.

Once during dinner, a group of killers attacked their family, and no one survived except Helena.

After that, Helena lived in the house of her uncle who was also a mafia member. In order to escape the nightmare of her family's death, she picked up the crossbow hanging on the wall.

Helena's initial actions in Gotham actually made Batman very dissatisfied. Her methods were too cruel, which was not in line with Batman's philosophy, and it happened on Batman's territory.

Not only that, Helena also used the title of Batgirl.

Now the two of them, at Nightwing's request, teamed up to deal with the robbers.

Tim Drake squatted on the railing of the bridge, his tactical goggles filtering out the rain. Several thermal imaging red dots were fleeing among the containers at the dock.

The modified Batsuit absorbed the sound of raindrops hitting it.

He could hear the subtle friction of his joints in the night breeze.

The huntress's silver crossbow glowed dimly as she looked at the fleeing robber.

"Which road did they take?"

The huntress, wearing a red felt hat and a yellow and red uniform, asked Tim, "Did you see it?"

"No, the thermal imaging is gone."

Tim's thumb brushed across his belt and he suddenly remembered what Batman had said in the Batcave training grounds.

Turning to the huntress, he said, "I was once taught that when you deal with common criminals, you have to take into account their frightened hysteria."

The huntress was stunned. "Hysteria?" "Yes, it's a misjudgment of the next step. People who panic are bound to make mistakes."

"You're right."

Soon the Huntress saw several of the gangsters entering a dead end.

Tim immediately chased after the other person.

The moment he shot out the grappling gun, the miniature electromagnetic pulser had already scattered along a parabola on the roof of the container.

Tim swooped down from a forty-five-degree angle as sparks flew from the first gangster's night vision goggles.

"Boom!"

A dull explosion sounded, and at the moment when Tim's right knee accurately hit the opponent's chest, his left hand had already slid along the barrel of the assault rifle to behind the trigger.

He heard the "click" sound of the other person's arm joints being dislocated.

A scarlet warning flashed across his goggles, and the next second, Tim twisted his waist and flipped in the air, kicking the missed gangster hard onto the rusty container.

The Huntress's combat is more direct and brutal.

As she used her shin to block the robber's dagger, sparks from her titanium shin guards lit up the night.

The moment the Huntress performed a spinning back kick to shatter the enemy's jaw, she turned around and punched the opponent away.

The shoulder pads of her tweed jacket were deliberately transformed into the shape of bat wings, and the hand-sewn gold thread glowed faintly against the moldy walls.

With a "bang", when she raised her leg and kicked the robber's knee, the arc of her plaid skirt just revealed the bat dart on her thigh strap.

the other side.

When Tim's brass knuckles hit the switchblade, he suddenly saw the other party throwing a gas canister at him.

He immediately recognized that this was Scarecrow's newly developed fear gas.

Tim leaned back quickly, and the electromagnetic adsorption device popped out of his modified belt, locking the gas tank that was about to break firmly in mid-air.

After seeing this, the Huntress immediately threw out three bat darts, which exploded the gas tank.

"Boom!"

After killing the last gangster, Tim said to the huntress, "That's a neat move."

"I also learned from Batman, and if he taught me anything, it's to be prepared for anything, even death."

The female hunter put away her weapon and said to Tim, "Let's go. The guy we deliberately let run away is probably rushing towards their lair in a panic."

The two men deliberately let one guy run away, intending to chase him to the opponent's base.

As they walked, Tim asked Helena, "Do you still have nightmares?"

Helena has been having nightmares lately.

Although the cause of the incident originated from childhood.

When she was 8 years old, a gunman suddenly appeared at her family's dinner table and stole her cross as a souvenir.

Except Helena, everyone else died. At this time, Helena suddenly had an idea: her God could not protect her.

From then on, Helena came to Sicily and lived with her uncle and her cousin.

But her uncle and her cousins ​​have been using weapons to play gangster "games", which reminds her of her old nightmares, which continue to haunt her.

Even though she has gotten over those nightmare years, the nightmares have recently come back to haunt her after Batman disappeared.

She always dreams of a Batman-like figure, appearing in a vague and untouchable shadow.

Although the other person was wearing Batman's uniform, she could clearly feel that he was definitely not Batman.

Moreover, the aura that the other person exuded made her feel scared.

Powerful yet with a hint of warmth.

It was as if I was looking at a sacred tree emitting a soft light.

The sacred tree, what does it represent?

Helena thought with some confusion.

Seeing the other party's worried look, Helena took a deep breath and said to Tim: "I dreamed of a Batman, but he is not the Batman we know."

Tim shrugged. "I dream too. I always dream about Batman. I dream about myself asking him: Can't I be happy if I become Batman?"

Helena became interested and asked, "What did he answer in his dream?"

"He said."

Tim said in a gruff voice, "I'm Batman."

Helena was stunned for a moment, and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"Indeed, that sounds like something he would say."

Helena said with mixed feelings: "We can't even accept a life without Batman. He is not only a dark knight, but in the eyes of ordinary people, he is the bat god entrenched in Gotham City."

"But in order to become a perfect being like Batman, he gave up almost everything he had. After his parents died, there was almost only one thing left in his life."

"Batman's oath is above everything in his life, whether it's pain, love, or family affection. In his eyes, Batman should be perfect, so he can't be happy."

Putting on goggles, she said to Tim, who was in a daze, "Let's go. That guy has already run far away. We can't let him get away."

at the same time.

"boom!"

In the fast-paced night, two motorcycles sped through the city.

(End of this chapter)