American comic book: Transmigrated into Dior and adopted by the Wayne family

A light drizzle began to fall outside the flea market.

Dense dark clouds completely obscured the sun over Gotham City, shrouding the entire city in a gray, gloomy atmosphere.

"It's raining? What a beautiful day!"

Dior looked up, completely concealing the emotions in his eyes.

suddenly!

Side Quest: Crush the Ants

[How dare this lowly gang of madmen challenge the majesty of the villainous savior?]

A bunch of scum who don't even deserve to be remembered dare to stand before you? Let them understand who's at the top of the food chain.

Mission Objective: Eradicate the Madman Gang and destroy their arrogance and ignorance.

[Reward: 500 points, one random substitute draw]

The Madmen Gang? They're just a bunch of ordinary people.

I will utterly crush all my competitors in the world and then surpass them.

Let me see who's behind you.

Dio snorted, put on his helmet, climbed into the car, and drove towards the Gotham Police Department.

He quickly parked his motorcycle not far from the police station.

On the street, a beautiful woman with blood on her hands brushed past him with a muscular burly man.

The sound of high heels hitting the ground was very clear.

Where did this madman come from?

Dior was somewhat displeased, and his already bad mood worsened.

He didn't want to pay attention to the two of them, but a smell of blood mixed with the scent of rain wafted into his nostrils.

"The smell of blood? Not paint?"

Dior quickly turned his head and met a pair of bright eyes that also held a hint of madness.

"Hello, handsome little boy."

The blonde woman's lips were stained with blood, yet she still managed to deliver a seductive flying kiss.

"Is he crazy?"

Dior said indifferently, his gaze sweeping across her face as if she were a piece of troublesome trash.

"Stay away from me."

Barbara's smile froze for a moment.

She wanted to say something more, but she met those green eyes—eyes that held only a chilling indifference.

"Okay, whatever you say."

She readily agreed and quickly left with the big guy.

Dior didn't even bother to summon the Silver Chariot.

This kind of person isn't worth his time.

Although he doesn't like bullying the weak, he doesn't mind doing so either.

If this woman wants to continue going mad, then she can only go mad with Satan in hell.

Just then, a wail came from the alley, attracting Dior's attention.

He looked in the direction of the sound and saw a man with a bloodless face leaning against the wall, struggling to stand up.

The man, gun in hand, swayed precariously, and the instant he raised his head—

"Dio?"

"Detective Gordon?"

Seeing his disheveled appearance, Dior instantly understood everything.

A month ago, he heard that Gordon's girlfriend had become mentally ill, killed her parents, and was later imprisoned in Arkham.

The newspaper said that several people escaped from Arkham; it must be that woman from earlier.

Ah, so this is love?

Dior looked disdainful, but his expression quickly darkened.

He realized something: Gordon had been brought here from the police station by his girlfriend and had been severely beaten; the woman was actually saving him in a roundabout way.

And he received that invitation... Gotham City Police Department, barring any unforeseen circumstances, has probably already fallen.

Harvey should be fine, though, as he's still on duty outside at this time.

"A Feast at Hongmen."

Dior understood the inviter's intentions, his eyes flashed with a fierce light, and his aura became increasingly dangerous.

Gordon, who was staggering towards him, paused, and suddenly his hair stood on end.

He felt a terrifying sense of oppression.

He had experienced this feeling once on the battlefield when facing bullets, and once again when facing incoming artillery shells.

But today, he felt it in a well-mannered and very polite child.

Gordon was deeply shocked.

He originally thought that Dio killed those people in self-defense, but the pressure of living at the bottom of society made him wary.

But at this moment he knew that things were not that simple.

The superficial manners and demeanor of the blond boy were like clothes to him; whether he wore them or not didn't matter.

Gordon seemed to understand something, and instinctively widened his eyes, becoming alert.

Detective Gordon, a man of justice, discerned a part of your true nature through subtle clues, leaving him deeply shaken. Points +200

Did you perceive a part of my true nature?

Dior smiled subtly and walked over despite Gordon's dismissive gaze.

"Where's Harvey?" he asked indifferently.

"He's out on duty and not at the police station."

Gordon clutched his wound, his voice hoarse, his body tense.

Dior nodded, feigning ignorance, and glanced towards the police station:

Do you know where the police station's power switch is?

Gordon was taken aback, and before he could answer, Dio had already looked away.

"Forget it, you don't need to say anything." He turned and walked towards the police station. "I'll go find it myself."

"Are you crazy?"

Gordon reached out to pull him, but the movement aggravated his wound, causing him to gasp in pain.

"You're just a child, you don't even have a gun, why are you going to your death?"

Dior did not answer, but walked away little by little.

Gordon gritted his teeth and lifted his foot to chase after him, but it felt like his feet were nailed to the ground, and he couldn't move.

He looked down and saw faint golden electric sparks swirling around his ankles, appearing and disappearing.

"What...what is this?"

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The Gotham Police Department was in complete disarray.

The bodies of police officers and employees lay scattered haphazardly in the corridor, and the air was thick with the stench of blood.

Jerome stood on a platform made of tables pieced together, with Police Inspector Essen strapped to his side.

"I wish I could say that things would get better after today, but it's such a shame."

Jerome had a strange expression, as if he was pretending to be sorry, but he soon couldn't help himself and burst into laughter.

"But did you think I would say that? Hahahahahahahahaha!"

Laughter echoed in the empty hall, shrill and manic, like some kind of mental pollution.

"You're a madman."

The police inspector Essen showed no fear on his face, and even a hint of contempt.

Jerome's laughter stopped abruptly.

He tilted his head, examining Essen as if he were looking at an interesting exhibit.

"madman?"

Jerome tilted his head, and a slow smile spread across his face.

"Maybe. But dead people don't even have the right to be crazy, right?"

"Think about it, you can no longer laugh, and I can no longer kill you, how boring would that be?"

Essen's eyelids twitched, but he didn't say anything.

"Besides, the show hasn't even started yet, and our special guest is about to arrive."

Jerome turned to his men and asked:

"Have you started recording?"

The subordinate nodded.

"Perfect!"

Before the words were even finished—slap.

The lights in the entire building went out at the same time.

The police station, already dimly lit due to the rainy weather, was completely transformed into an isolated island in the darkness.

The sound of raindrops hitting the glass was amplified several times in the darkness, making all the sounds seem to be right next to my ears.

"What's going on?"

"Is there a problem with the circuit?"

"Someone go turn on the backup power!"

The madmen's henchmen were shouting all at once, their voices filled with barely concealed panic.

Some people were fumbling for guns in the dark, some were spinning around in place, and some were knocking over chairs, making a series of clattering sounds.

Jerome stood on the platform, head tilted, shouting with a hint of madness.

"Shut up!!!"

After things calmed down, he slowly looked around, but there was no sign of panic.

"Interesting." Jerome licked his lips. "Very interesting."

Sudden!!!!

"ah------!!!!!!!!"

A heart-wrenching scream shattered the silence, echoing from the depths of the corridor.

It's quiet now.

The whole world fell silent.

"Glug, glug."

The madmen's henchmen stood frozen in place, the sound of them swallowing their saliva particularly noticeable.

They couldn't see each other, but they could feel the fear that permeated the air.

A dark shadow flashed across the corridor, so fast it was almost invisible.

For a fleeting moment, Jerome seemed to catch a glimpse of a strand of golden hair.