I train Batman in a horror world

Chapter 72 Bruce Being Bullied

"Oi, what mischief are you planning to do behind my back?!"

Bruce didn't seem too surprised by Fowler's sudden appearance.

He glanced at it briefly, then continued to stare intently at the crowd moving through the passageway ahead.

"What are you doing here?"

"What do you mean, 'How did I get here?!'"

Bruce said helplessly, "You should stay with Alfred and watch the magic show tonight."

"Then why don't you go and keep him company? Are you his young master, or am I? Although I was an orphan before, you know I'm a free bat now, I don't have the life of a young master!"

Fowler's answer made Bruce want to completely shut down his senses and stop listening to what the guy was saying.

But it was clear that he couldn't do it.

"So what are you doing? Sneaking around like a mouse," Foul asked curiously.

"I'm wondering why Falcone suddenly left here," he said.

Bruce noticed that Falcone, who was surrounded by his burly men, had already walked out of the passage, and Bruce's previously paused steps resumed.

"Uh, didn't Alfred tell you that he was... a certain kind of being?" Foul said.

"Yes I know."

As Bruce walked, he frowned, recalling the Gotham elites who had been beside Falcone earlier.

"Mayor, police chief, elite lawyers, and other famous figures... It seems the reason he's called the Roman is because he built his own Roman Empire in Gotham's underworld."

"He's got a pretty sharp mind," Fowle remarked.

"You don't need to tell me," Bruce scoffed.

But the next moment, Foul's words stunned him into silence.

Do you think he controlled everything around him before he stepped into the magic show?

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Bruce stopped in his tracks.

His brows furrowed: "You mean I was already discovered by them?"

Foul rolled his eyes. "I didn't say that."

Bruce fell even more silent.

Because he discovered that what Fol said was true!

In just a short time, more and more eyes were drawn to him.

If he looked back, he could certainly find out who was looking at him.

But for him, this outcome...

"How could this happen? I was being so careful!"

Bruce felt inexplicably annoyed; he had done similar stalking before in another world.

Why return to Gotham?

It's useless now!?

"It's not useless; in fact, you've just chosen the wrong approach," Foul comforted her.

"Wrong way?" Bruce wondered.

"You're like someone who's stumbled into a spider web right now. Your every move will be watched by the web's creator. And the correct thing to do is... cough cough, if I keep going, I'll have to charge you."

What Fol said at the beginning sounded quite plausible, but the last thing he said made Bruce blush on the spot!

"How could I possibly know a bat like you!" Bruce yelled.

"What?! Someone pointed out the problem for you, and you're already complaining?!" Foul exclaimed, getting impatient!

Bruce was furious and decided to turn back.

It is not advisable to alert the enemy by disturbing the grass.

He never imagined that his first act of stalking after returning to Gotham would be like this.

It seemed that defeat had been declared just like that.

Really...

The sound of leather shoes clapping on the ground reached my ears.

Bruce looked up at the two burly men standing in front of him.

"What are you doing here?" they asked.

"What's it to you what I'm doing here? Can't I just find a toilet?" Bruce gave them a cold look.

He knew that the person blocking his way was one of Falcone's men!

Upon hearing Bruce's words, the two burly men exchanged a glance, then simultaneously raised their fingers to their ears.

"Bring this son of an old friend over here," a voice came through the earpiece.

"Yes, boss."

After listening to their conversation, Bruce saw them pointing towards the passageway door not far away.

"Falcone wants to see you."

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"...No, I need to use the restroom."

The two burly men were very forceful, as if they would force him to leave the theater if he didn't get up and walk out.

Just as Bruce was thinking about what to do next.

The door suddenly opened!

Falcone came into view, dressed in a magnificent suit, exuding the dignified air of a godfather.

He beckoned: "Child, come here."

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Bruce realized that the other party was determined to talk to him today.

Then one of the bats said cheekily, "Looks like someone's about to get cornered by the gangsters!"

Bruce felt a little annoyed by Fowler's sarcasm, but he also had a new idea.

He needs to learn new knowledge.

Bruce arrived outside the theater and saw that there were more than a dozen black cars parked around the area, completely blocking the road that should have been unobstructed.

Those following behind Falcone were all staring at him menacingly.

"Don't be nervous, child."

Falcone gently put his arm around Bruce's shoulder, like a kind elder.

"At first I really thought you were following me, but it turns out you were just lost. What, you've been away from Gotham for so long, have you completely forgotten everything about this city?"

"I need to use the restroom, and I'll tell Alfred later!"

Falcone couldn't help but smile as he listened to the son of Wayne's speech.

"Of course you can go, my child. I only called you out because Thomas helped me back then."

"!?"

Bruce turned to look at the mob godfather. "My father helped you?"

Falcone released his grip, his posture relaxed: "He saved my life, that's all."

"?!"

"So I'm saving your life now too."

Falcone didn't exchange pleasantries with Bruce for long. After a brief conversation, he walked to the open car door.

Just before getting into the car, he said, "Someone wants to kill you, someone far darker than we in Gotham can imagine."

"So kid, after you're done using the bathroom, go back and tell your Alfred to take you away from Gotham, away forever, and never come back."

After saying that, the car started, giving Bruce no chance to reply, and more than a dozen cars drove away from the street outside the theater in an orderly fashion.

Suddenly, the entire street became deserted.

"So, in the end, he was scared away himself?! A Roman? A runaway!" Foul exclaimed.

She noticed that the boy beside her had fallen into a kind of silence.

Foul felt he should forcefully pull the other person's thoughts back.

Listen to me, kid.

Bruce said irritably, "Please, just shut your mouth for a little while!"

"No, this is very important!"

Bruce glanced at it wearily. "Speak!"

"Do you remember our discussion just now?"

"What?"

"It's about the wrong way and the right way."

"What the hell?!"

Bruce was increasingly unable to understand what this guy was saying.

His mind wasn't as sharp as before, because Falcone's words had complicated his emotions.

"Generally speaking, there are many correct ways. For example, you can weave a new spider web next to the existing one and observe it secretly, rather than choosing to be inside someone else's spider web. Of course, you can also blend into the spider web before it is drawn, which is also a form of observation."

"What exactly are you trying to say?!" Bruce asked urgently.

"What I'm trying to say is that there was a girl who chose the method I described, weaving a new web next to the spider web, just to observe you."

"???"

After talking for a long time, Foul was getting thirsty.

He slipped into Bruce's collar and left a message.

"So, that girl is coming to kill you, run!"

The voice just fell.

The sound of a sharp blade cutting through the air was the first thing that reached our ears.

Immediately following was a clear, cool voice, yet carrying a hint of absolute confidence, that reached his ears.

"Bruce Wayne! Your days are numbered!"

Bruce: "??????????????????"

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