I train Batman in a horror world

"When we found him, he was curled up...yes...all alone...no gang...no one's instructions..."

"..."

Bruce stood still, his gaze fixed on the figure sitting in the interrogation room.

The butler, Alfred, was negotiating with the police, while he himself stood just outside the wall, separated from the murderer.

As usual, Fowler perched on his shoulder.

"What are you thinking about?" Foul asked curiously.

"Is he driven by Gotham?" Bruce asked rhetorically.

Upon hearing this, Foul blinked but did not answer immediately.

He flew off Bruce's shoulder and landed on the one-way glass windowsill of the interrogation room.

"Do you want to hear the truth or comfort?" Fowle asked.

Bruce shifted his gaze.

"The truth."

Fowler nodded, and suddenly a thin stick appeared in his hand, like a teacher's ruler, and he tapped on the window of the interrogation room.

"Life in Gotham is not quite the same as life in a hotel. A hotel will intervene in everything inside and make it into what it desires."

"But Gotham is different; it watches and listens quietly to everything that happens."

"And then it acquiesced to all of this."

Fowler spoke lightly, as if stating a perfectly ordinary fact.

"Gotham condones everything that happens."

After listening, Bruce frowned and continued to ask:

"So the hotel said it'll be swallowed up by Gotham?"

"It's all the same... It seems like that guy is more advanced, with his own will, but actually, Miss Gotham has already reached a new level." Holmes snorted.

When the human and the bat had finished their conversation...

Alfred, who was not far away, also finished his negotiation with the police and came over.

He came to Bruce's side, bent down slightly, placed his two large, warm hands on Bruce's shoulders, and said in a gentle tone:

"He will receive a just trial from the judge, and then be sent to prison to atone for his sins for the rest of his life."

"What's his name?" Bruce asked.

"What?" Alfred was stunned.

"I want to know his name." Bruce's gaze never left the man.

After a moment of silence, Alfred told Bruce the other person's name.

"Joe Chil".

"..."

Bruce's body didn't react, but Foul, who had returned to his shoulder, swayed back and forth, making it seem as if Bruce was trembling.

"Ah Fu".

"I'm here, Master Bruce."

"Do you believe he was acting under Gotham's orders to kill my parents?"

"..."

It's probably because both of their names contain the character for "fortune".

Alfred's answer was surprisingly similar to that of Fowler.

"Perhaps, Master Bruce."

"perhaps?"

"Yes." Alfred and Bruce both looked at the murderer sitting in the interrogation room.

Alfred carefully chose his words: "His actions...were entirely driven by his own will; the hand that pulled the trigger was himself, not Gotham."

Bruce stared at Joe Chil on the other side of the glass.

He was curled up in the chair, head down, his face obscured.

"So you don't think he was driven by Gotham?" Bruce asked.

“Yes, sir,” Alfred said. “He has hands, a gun, and choices. Gotham didn’t make the choices for him.”

"..."

Bruce remained silent.

The arrival of Bruce Wayne inevitably sparked some discussion within the Gotham Police Department.

All they saw was a boy and his butler standing outside the interrogation room.

During this time, Alfred tried to get his young master to leave.

After all, Fowle had mentioned before that their Wayne Manor had been invaded by strangers.

Bruce chose to stay at the police station the whole time, showing no concern whatsoever. He didn't say a word, his eyes still fixed on the murderer who killed his parents.

Meanwhile, the police caught the murderer who killed the Wayne couple.

An impromptu hearing is essential.

The police department needs to show the outside world that they are actually useful and not as corrupt and decadent as people imagine, only knowing how to drink coffee and eat donuts.

Reporters, like a pack of hyenas, surrounded the police station, their blinding lights blazing down on Bruce's face and on the head-down killer, Joe Chir.

Crack!

A beam of light, utterly impolite, fell upon Bruce's fair and delicate face.

Alfred frowned immediately, shielding the young master behind him, and said:

"Young Master Bruce, we don't need to stay here any longer."

"..."

Bruce still did not answer.

He seemed to want to memorize Joe Chil's face and imprint it deep in his soul.

At this time.

The Gotham Police Department's chief of staff stepped forward and spoke.

He told reporters below that the police officers had lived up to expectations and successfully caught the murderer of the Wayne couple.

Then he looked at the silent Bruce and told the little boy that all evil will eventually be brought to justice...

Bruce ignored him.

He just looked at Joe Chil quietly.

Watching.

Watching.

then.

boom!

The familiar sound exploded in my ears.

A gunshot rang out that should never have happened.

But it happened at the police station.

"Go to hell, you bastard! My hard-earned new job is ruined because of you, you damn bastard! All of it is ruined!!!"

"Grab him!"

"Parasites! Paramedics!"

"Oh my God, this is huge news..."

"..."

In an instant, the entire hearing became a scene of uproar.

Each of them reacted differently to this scene.

Bruce's eyes widened.

He suddenly felt that everything in front of him was like a frame being cut, the picture was so choppy.

"Young Master Bruce, come with me."

"..."

Alfred's face turned pale; he never expected something like this to happen while he was in the police station.

Unlike before, he didn't let Bruce make his own choices.

He already said that.

He must protect Master Bruce.

Bruce hadn't expected this sudden turn of events.

He was lifted up by Alfred, who buried his head in his shoulder with his large, heavy hands to protect his eyes from the camera lights of the reporters.

Joe Chil's death was so sudden and unbelievable.

It all felt like a dream.

He was still standing there.

Then he suddenly died.

He... died?

Bruce couldn't help but wonder.

How could he just die like that?

Bruce certainly heard the words of Joe Chil's killer.

"Go to hell, you bastard! My hard-earned new job is ruined because of you, you damn bastard! All of it is ruined!!!"

"..."

Bruce's ears suddenly felt itchy.

He turned his head and saw it was Fowler.

"This is also Gotham's tacit approval."

"The bat said."