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

【you mean? 】

[I drove the Batmobile directly under them and caught him! The Batmobile saved Batman, what do you think?]

Forget it, this car is made entirely of special steel plates, as hard as a tank. He'd be better off falling on the ground than on the Batmobile; it's all the same anyway.

Leo was conflicted. Could Batman really be dead?

If that's the case, he'll have no choice but to accelerate through the night and drive to the metropolis.

Gotham City without Batman... He wouldn't be surprised if those lunatics wiped it off the map one day.

Don't worry, I've calculated their landing point; it's the blue SUV parked on the side of the road.

Pure White projects the coordinates into Leo's psychic eye, allowing him to witness Batman's "superhero landing" scene.

Leo excitedly stepped on the gas and swerved the car forward a little.

Looking up, the outlines of Batman and Rachel were clearly visible, only twenty or thirty meters above the ground.

Now we'll see if Newton or Batman is more powerful!

Early Signs of Talent: Chapter Seventy-Three - Sharpening the Knife Against the Rich

Whoosh—bang!

Batman descended from the sky, landing on his back.

He was so gentle, supporting Rachel on top of him and taking the brunt of the impact himself.

He smashed a large dent into the roof of the blue SUV, and the airbags deployed.

However, the car owner probably wouldn't mind—anyone who wakes up to a new car as compensation would only hope that Batman falls down a few more times.

Leo activated his prosthetic eye to scan, using a 6x zoom to observe Batman's condition.

His chest heaved, his eyes blinked, and he clenched his teeth, but he didn't scream... It seems he won't die.

Alright, now I don't have to flee Gotham overnight.

Just as Leo was about to get out of the car to meet him, he suddenly saw two motorcycles parked behind the Batmobile in his rearview mirror. Two men who looked like reporters raised their cameras, capturing both the black Batmobile and Batman in their frames.

The two drivers also took out their phones and started snapping photos of Batman from a distance.

The constant clicking of camera flashes and the flickering light made the scene seem utterly absurd.

The hero who punished criminals and protected the city was seriously injured. The citizens he was protecting were only interested in watching the spectacle, and even hoped to profit from his tragedy.

This city is hopeless...

Leo opened the cockpit hatch, stood up, and pointed righteously at the reporters behind the car: "Hand over the memory card. You should show the most basic respect to the heroes who protect the city."

The two reporters weren't afraid of him at all; instead, they focused their cameras on his face.

The skinny guy standing near the front taunted in a nonchalant tone, "Hey, who are you? You're sitting in the Batmobile, are you Batman's partner?"

The bald guy in the back row chimed in, "Is Batman not just one person's code name, but a group's? You guys have a division of labor?"

The two reporters' partners also happily pressed the shutter, completely ignoring him.

Leo sighed inwardly. He knew there weren't many normal people in Gotham City.

Let's try something they're more familiar with.

He reached for his waist and, using his coat as cover, retrieved his sidearm from the singularity space.

As soon as the red dot sight was turned on, the four people in front of him immediately became obedient.

"Wait, don't be impulsive! Batman doesn't kill people!"

While the skinny guy was still trying to argue, Leo jumped out of the car and walked towards them: "That's right, Batman doesn't kill people, and as for me... I try not to kill people. But that doesn't mean I won't break your legs."

"Now—hand over the camera memory card. You can keep the photos taken with your phones, how about that?"

Seeing that they still wanted to bargain, Leo fired a shot into the ground.

boom.

The bullet left a spark as it grazed the ground, successfully convincing the two reporters.

Leo took the two memory cards and casually put them in his pocket.

'Perfect! Exclusive high-definition Batman video—it's valuable whether you sell it or keep it for your own collection!'

He shooed the reporters back a short distance and then turned to walk towards Batman.

Before he even got close, he heard Batman and Rachel whispering to each other.

"Are you alright?" Batman, recovering from his dizziness, immediately turned to look at her.

"I don't want this to happen again... Is Harvey alright?"

Leo almost burst out laughing when Rachel said that.

Batman risked his life to save someone, but the first thing his ex-girlfriend said was that she was concerned about her current boyfriend's safety.

He managed to hold back his tears; he respects Batman as a true man!

Sure enough, Batman's exposed face instantly turned black, but not completely black; it was a strange color that was pale and dim.

He gasped for breath, like a fish about to die of thirst: "He should be alright, right, Ah Fu?"

The old butler's worried voice came through the earpiece: "Yes, young master, Harvey Dent is alright. I chased the Joker away, but unfortunately he's strapped with a bomb; I couldn't keep him."

Batman closed his eyes, leaning back on the car roof with a sigh of relief: "That's good. Keep an eye on the other criminals. The police will be here soon."

I know, but what about you? How are you?

Batman's lips twitched slightly: "I won't die..."

Before he finished speaking, he had already raised his left hand and aimed the dart launcher on his arm at the approaching person.

Leo paused, looking at him speechlessly: "You really should trust others more, Batman. If I wanted to deal with you, I would have just shot you from ten meters away, or thrown a grenade. In your current immobile state, you would have been dead long ago."

Batman turned to look at him: "You stole my car and managed to hide your gun and handcuffs right in front of me. In my opinion, you're much more dangerous than ordinary criminals."

Leo couldn't help but roll his eyes: "I'm a businessman, I'm here to do business. I don't want to get involved in your Gotham's petty squabbles. Instead of talking to me, you'd better get up and leave; more and more people are gathering around."

He voluntarily put away his gun and even had Pure White drive the Batmobile over.

Batman knew he was right. Tonight's party was high-profile, with the guests' bodyguards, drivers, and opportunists hoping to get lucky and meet rich people all gathered around the building.

Their sudden appearance from the sky was so loud that it attracted the attention of the people around them.

If Leo hadn't fired that shot, the situation would have been even worse.

Batman gave him a deep look and then laboriously withdrew his arm.

Yes—it was tough.

Leo keenly observed that drops of blood were flowing down his arm armor, spreading across a small patch on the roof and staining the cracked sunroof red.

This may be why he didn't get up immediately: Batman was really injured, and it looked much more serious than in the original movie.

"You are hurt?"

"What?" Rachel stood up before Batman, looking at him closely. "Batman... you're injured? This is your blood!?"

"Otherwise, how could it be yours?"

Leo rushed over, went around to the other side of the car, and leaned over to support his uninjured right arm.

"Get in the car quickly, go find your private doctor. You're so pale, you look like a dead person..."

Leo is only a few centimeters shorter than Batman, and walking with his arm around him is effortless.

Rachel followed to the car with a conflicted expression, feeling utterly confused.

She realized that her words were inappropriate; Bruce was so badly injured saving her, yet she was asking about Harvey's safety...

Her heart, already wavering between the two, was thrown into turmoil once again.

"I'll go with you... I'm a little worried."

Batman shook his head and refused: "You should go back."

"But……"

"No buts, this car only has two seats. If you insist on coming along, then sit in the trunk."

Leo interrupted their conversation.

This is almost a life-threatening situation; let's postpone our romance for another day!

Rachel was persuaded by him and stepped aside with a conflicted expression.

Having settled things with her, Leo encountered trouble on another front.

"No way... you're in this state, and you still want to sit in the driver's seat? Are you planning to drive with one hand?"

"The car has autonomous driving capabilities."

Batman pushed him away forcefully and stubbornly sat in the driver's seat.

Leo had no choice but to sit in the passenger seat, having no other option but to give in to his stubbornness.

"West side of Wayne Building, Third Safe House."

Batman activated Autopilot with his voice, his face so pale it was almost transparent.

The cockpit canopy closed, blocking Rachel and the many furtive eyes from the outside.

The vehicle then started quickly.

The scenery outside the window flashed by, giving a sense of exhilarating speed, but the atmosphere inside the carriage was somewhat heavy.

Leo kept stealing glances at Batman's expression, and the frequency increased.

Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer: "Are you just going to tough it out like this? Doesn't the Batmobile have a first-aid kit or anything like that?"

"..."

Batman didn't speak, perhaps due to excessive blood loss; he seemed somewhat dazed.

Leo was a little scared. If Batman really died, where would he find a collaborator who was both rich and had a moral bottom line?

They must be saved!

Besides... a life-saving favor can always increase goodwill and ease the tension between the two, right?

Considering he's already demonstrated the disappearing handcuffs trick, it wouldn't be too surprising if he performed the emergency medication summoning trick now. He can just say it's subspace storage technology; no one can expose him anyway.

Thinking of this, he stretched out his hands and produced an emergency medical kit with the trauma team logo on it out of thin air.

Health booster is perfect for the current situation.

He deftly opened the medical kit and was about to grab Batman's hand when he realized that Batman had been watching him all along.

Judging from his sharp eyes, although he was in poor condition, he didn't seem to be on the verge of death.

Was that all an act before? Were you trying to see how I would react?

She's so cunning, her mind is like a honeycomb...

"What is this? Where did you take this from?"

“A medical first-aid kit, taken from my subspace storage device.” Leo slammed his hand on the box with annoyance. “One price, $20.”

I originally wanted to give it to Batman for free, as a favor to him.

I never expected him to dare to play himself...

Now Leo has changed his mind and wants to follow the traditional businessman approach—let's talk money directly!

Seeing that Batman remained silent, he pulled out a pneumatic syringe: "This is also a healing medicine. It's definitely not as effective as a first-aid kit, but it's enough. Considering the high cost, I'll sell it to you for $5!"

This time, he brought out Fuerkang Type 3, with an official suggested retail price of 90 euros. Considering the trade tariffs between the two countries, he felt that selling it at this price was not expensive at all; this is a life-saving drug!

Batman remained silent, seemingly determined to hold out until the safe house and resolve the situation himself.

Leo could understand his concerns—with Batman's twisted paranoia, which even he himself was wary of, it would be strange if he were willing to use drugs of unknown origin provided by someone of dubious origin.

The problem is, he himself doesn't want to use it, but others don't think so.

Young Master...

Ah Fu's voice came through the speaker.