From Gotham to Night City, my infamy is known to all.

How much longer? Is that accurate?

Batman tries to be concise and avoid revealing unnecessary information.

The butler, Afu, had a perfect understanding with him and could understand the meaning behind his words without even thinking.

[Sheriff Gordon released information through police channels that the Joker's targets are Judge Suriro, Chief Constable Lobo, and Harvey Dent.]

[He's already taken men to protect the first two, but Harvey is attending your fundraising gala. I know I shouldn't be saying this... but perhaps you shouldn't have left halfway through to attend to personal matters.]

In short, you'd better get back as soon as possible.

Batman's breathing was heavy. The thought of Alfred, Rachel, and Harvey, whom he had recently taken a liking to, all being there and possibly attacked by the Joker at any moment made him somewhat irritable.

Leo suffered an undeserved misfortune, inexplicably being glared at by Batman.

Stay in touch, I'm off now.

boom--

A loud roar came from the darkness.

The Batmobile burst out of the alley and sped through the streets shrouded in night.

Leo was pressed into his seat by the strong push-back sensation, excitedly watching the scenery flash by outside the window.

This is way more exciting than Formula 1 racing, and the driver for him is none other than Gotham's richest man, the famous Batman.

This highest-paid driver in the DC universe is a highly skilled driver. The Batmobile weaves swiftly through traffic, eliciting gasps and shouts of amazement.

"Look, it's the Batmobile!"

"Hey Batman! Batman!!"

Many members of the Batman fan club in Gotham City were excited to see his luxury car, waving their arms and quickly taking out their phones to take pictures.

Another enthusiastic fan shouted slogans and saluted him.

Raise your right arm at a 45-degree angle, fingers together and pointing forward... uh, that doesn't seem like a good move.

Batman, of course, had no time to pay attention to these passersby; he was in a hurry to get on his way.

However, not long after they drove, the traffic on the street began to increase rapidly, and there were signs of a traffic jam.

What's going on here?

Just as Batman was about to contact Alfred, he heard the mysterious visitor next to him speak up.

"The Joker's men are causing chaos in the streets, oh, and maybe Maroney and other gangsters too. I guess... their goal is to distract the police."

"How did you know?" Batman asked, glancing sideways.

“I’m sorry, we don’t have enough goodwill to answer your question.” Leo leaned back in his chair with an air of confidence.

A gentleman can be deceived by his principles, and so can Batman.

He insists on not killing, and he has no criminal record and a clean past. What can he do to me?

"Of course, if you're willing to pay me for information or do business with me, then we can continue our conversation."

Batman's reply was: "Get me the Batmobile. We'll go in a straight line."

The traffic jam won't be resolved anytime soon, and if the clown arrives first, the elevator will become a dangerous trap, leaving him no choice but to take the stairs.

The problem is that the Illinois Center is a building, and the fundraising gala was held on the top floor...

[It's already been sent, what about your 'guest'?]

Upon hearing Alfred's question, Batman turned to look at Leo, carefully checking his handcuffs to make sure they were secure.

[Activate autopilot and take him back to Wayne Tower. Keep an eye on him, don't let him escape.]

He didn't try to hide his words from Leo at all, and even added unfriendly, "You better not try anything funny, or I won't be so polite next time I catch you."

Before they could finish speaking, a violent gust of air had already appeared around the vehicle.

Batman opened the cockpit canopy, grabbed the traction device, and flew up like a giant bat.

After he entered the Batplane, its black fuselage quickly blended into the night and quietly disappeared into the distance.

Leo looked enviously at his high-tech vehicle, marveling at the wonderful life of being rich and carefree.

This is what a real big shot looks like!

The next second, the cockpit roof automatically reset, locking him inside the Batmobile.

The in-vehicle display screen switches to an icon for autonomous driving.

At the same time, a slightly aged voice came from the speaker: "I hope you will follow Batman's instructions. He is not always so easy to talk to."

Leo chuckled, closed his eyes, and leaned back in his seat: "Okay, I'm easy to talk to. Since there's a traffic jam, I'll close my eyes and rest for a while."

Afu didn't answer, and Leo knew he must be watching him through the monitor inside the car.

But what does it matter?

He closed his eyes and communicated directly with Chunbai via the brain-computer interface; his prosthetic eye could even magnify images!

The name of this movie is "The Dark Knight".

[Pure White, have you found any information about this person online?]

Most of them match, with a few minor discrepancies, but they don't affect the overall picture.

Pure White projected several photos onto his prosthetic eye—

Harvey Dent, the handsome and righteous prosecutor, has a rather unsightly butt and chin.

Commissioner Gordon, known as the "Gotham One-on-One King," isn't particularly muscular, but his resolute face and sharp, deep eyes give him an imposing presence. His black-rimmed glasses and mustache add a touch of intellectual charm.

Rachel...not much to say, she's much prettier than in the movie. Harvey Dent's current girlfriend, Bruce Wayne's ex-girlfriend, poor Batman...

Leo glanced at the photos of these people and the basic information online, and determined that the time he traveled to seemed to be the plot of "The Dark Knight".

To be precise, it's still in the first half; the best parts are yet to come.

The bank robbery that happened when I first transmigrated is also showing signs of progress. Those amateur thugs were just a "smokescreen" put out by the clown. He must have planned another bank robbery, which most likely succeeded.

Okay, what's done is done, there's no point in dwelling on it. Let's see what Batman has to go through next...

Fast forward to the fundraising gala scene in the movie:

The Joker attacks, "friendly interacting" with the upper-class guests. Bruce knocks Harvey unconscious and hides him to prevent the Joker from finding him. Then he changes into his battle suit and fights the Joker and his henchmen.

In the chaos, the Joker kidnaps Rachel and forces her to remove her mask, threatening to push her off the broken French window if she doesn't.

Batman chose to remain defiant, resulting in the Joker, that madman, pushing Rachel off the building. Batman, in a desperate attempt to save his ex-girlfriend, successfully staged a dramatic fall from a great height that would have shocked Newton, leaving him with only minor injuries.

Finally, Rachel asked, "Is Harvey alright?"

Snapped.

Leo covered his face with one hand, really wanting to write the word "misery" on Batman's forehead, and with a green marker.

He must be incredibly strong to not break down on the spot... He certainly couldn't have held back.

Leo didn't have time to watch the rest of the story because time was really running out.

[Batman fell from a building carrying someone; it's impossible for him to be completely unharmed. Pure White, do you think if I rushed to catch him, wouldn't that be considered helping him in his time of need?]

I think if you actually go there, he'll only become more wary of you and try to devise ways to target you.

[It doesn't matter. Although our tradition is to be courteous first and then resort to force, in hellholes like Gotham and Night City, you have to do the opposite. If you don't flex your muscles, everyone will dare to step on you. Besides, I don't plan to fall out with Batman until I have the strength to challenge the Justice League.]

Leo quickly flipped through the movie's progress bar and found inspiration in the Joker's "pencil disappearing trick."

He can perfectly replicate this magic trick, and make it even more amazing!

"Hey, Afu, are you there? Want to see a magic show?"

Nobody: Chapter Seventy - Saving Private Batman

It was eight o'clock in the evening, and the night was getting darker.

The Illinois Center building was brightly lit.

The lavish banquet had just begun, and the elegant upper-class people whispered among themselves, moving through the crowd with their beautiful female companions, creating a scene of decadent luxury.

Alfred, the old butler who was serving wine to the guests with a tray, was momentarily distracted when he heard the mysterious man's words through his earpiece.

Across from him, Rachel was still teasing her current boyfriend: "Harvey Dent, the nemesis of the mafia, is scared half to death by these rich old men... Maybe I should get you a drink to give you some courage."

As she spoke, she actually reached out and picked up a glass of champagne from the tray, then handed it to Harvey.

"Wait a moment, I saw someone I know."

Rachel waved and walked toward another beautiful woman, leaving the two men behind.

With his temples graying, Alfred watched his young master's ex-girlfriend flirting with her current boyfriend, and the strange feeling in his heart was truly indescribable.

In the past, it was always the young master who stole other people's girlfriends; I never thought it would be the other way around...

Harvey didn't particularly like the atmosphere of the dinner party and took a small sip of his drink.

The slightly sour, delicate, and layered taste of the drink helped him relax a little.

To ease the awkwardness, he said, "Alfred, right? Rachel often mentions you, saying you've known her your whole life."

“That’s right, sir. Also, allow me to point out a flaw in that statement—her life isn’t over yet.”

Alfred had a great sense of humor and successfully made Harvey laugh.

He had hoped to have a good chat with the newly appointed, highly sought-after prosecutor, as a way of helping his young master.

Unfortunately, the mysterious guest clearly lacked patience and urged him several more times.

"I wish you..."

He was about to make an excuse to leave when Harvey preemptively asked, "Since you two know each other so well, could you tell me... does she have any psychopathic ex-boyfriends that I should be wary of?"

This was originally a joke, used in response to the humorous exchange just now.

But Alfred almost lost his composure.

Is the young master mentally ill?

Hmm...maybe so, but he prefers to call it something like paranoia...

You absolutely cannot imagine.

Alfred gave a knowing smile and turned to walk toward the other guests.

Of course, this was just a cover for him.

After handing the tray to another waiter, he quickly walked to a secluded corner and took out his phone to check the surveillance footage inside the Batmobile.

*

I'd much rather you stayed in the car until Batman finished what he was doing.

The voice of Afu came from the speaker, which was clearly processed by a voice changer.

Leo chuckled noncommittally, located the main monitoring camera, and raised his hands high to display the high-tech handcuffs: "Don't be so serious, Alfred, or should I call you Mr. Alfred Pennyworth? Life's boring enough as it is, why not have some fun?"

Do you know me?

"Of course I know. I even know Batman's true identity, so of course I wouldn't miss you, his most trusted all-around butler. Alright, let's get back to the magic show."

He shook the handcuffs, making a rattling sound.

"The high-tech handcuffs that Batman brought have built-in positioning, electrical discharge, and recording functions. These handcuffs have no keyhole, and only Batman can unlock them using special equipment."

Now, I'm going to demonstrate the disappearing handcuffs trick for you. Open your eyes wide and count to… oh, never mind, I'm too good for you, you don't even need to count to three!

Snapped!

He clapped his hands together, making a crisp sound.

The handcuffs vanished into thin air right in front of the monitor and Afu!

"Da da! Isn't that amazing!"

Leo flexed his wrists, took a long stride, and moved himself to the driver's seat.

[How did you do that? No, what are you going to do!?]

Alfred was indeed surprised by his "magic," which was a high-tech prop specially designed by the young master. Don't underestimate a pair of handcuffs; they were quite expensive to make.