bookbashuk Chapter 3335 Bloody New City (84)
Chapter 3335 Bloody New City (84)
Chapter 3335 Bloodshed in New City (Eighty-Four)
Batman didn't have time to answer Nightwing's questions.
He was standing on the roof of a tall building, the rain hitting his cloak, the symphony was at its climax, and the agile black figure that he had locked in the center of his vision was moving lightly between the buildings, the black tights gleaming in the rain.
"Catwoman, stop!" Batman's low voice came through the rain curtain, with a hint of unquestionable majesty.
Catwoman glanced back at him, a sly smile on her lips, "Stop? That's not my style, Bat."
Before she finished speaking, she suddenly jumped, swung the whip in her hand, and entangled the railing on the roof of the opposite building, and swung over as lightly as a cat. Batman did not hesitate, and the grappling hook in his hand suddenly shot out and followed closely.
The two figures intertwined in the night sky of Gotham. The rain was getting colder and colder, but it could not extinguish this fiery chase.
The arc drawn by Catwoman's whip in the air is somewhat ambiguous, but more deadly. The whip is like silk when it is soft, and like steel when it is hard. When Catwoman speeds up, she is like the most agile cheetah; and when she slows down, she has a bit of coquettish meaning like a house cat.
"What is your purpose in sneaking into the Batcave?" Batman asked in a deep voice while chasing.
"Oh, it's just a little thing," Catwoman chuckled, her voice sounding particularly charming in the rainy night, "but I don't think you'll be interested."
"If you're talking about the collectibles in the Batcave, you'd better give up now." Batman's voice was cold, and the bat dart in his hand was ready to go.
Catwoman's laughter became even more cheerful, "You're still as boring as ever, Bat. But I don't plan to go home empty-handed tonight."
She suddenly turned over and swung the whip at Batman's face. Batman quickly dodged sideways and threw the batarang in his hand, hitting Catwoman's shoulder. Catwoman turned around nimbly, and the batarang flew past the corner of her clothes and nailed to the wall behind her.
"You almost hit it," Catwoman teased, "Your aim seems to have deteriorated."
Batman did not respond, and shot out the grappling hook again, his body approaching Catwoman like a shadow. Catwoman saw this and swung out the whip suddenly, wrapping it around the balcony railing of a nearby building, using the force to leap to the rooftop farther away.
"You can't escape, Catwoman." Batman's voice sounded particularly low in the rain.
"That's not necessarily true," Catwoman turned around and smiled, "After all, I'm a cat, and you're just a bat."
Finally, Catwoman stopped at the edge of a tall building, with the sky dozens of meters behind her. She turned around and faced Batman, who was chasing her, with a sly smile on her face.
"It looks like you've finally caught up with me," Catwoman said softly, "But are you sure you want to do it here?"
Batman stood opposite her, rain dripping down his mask, his voice low and calm: "Hand it over, Selina. This farce ends here tonight."
Catwoman chuckled and took something out of her arms. Batman's pupils shrank when he saw it.
"Is this what you mean? Too bad it's mine now."
"That is the diary of the Wayne family's ancestor. You can't take it away."
"Why not?" Catwoman tilted her head, a hint of provocation flashing in her eyes, "Is it more important to you than me?"
Batman was silent for a moment, then said: "This is not a game, Selina. This thing is very important and not valuable. Give it back to me."
Catwoman's smile gradually faded, and her eyes became complicated. "I am talking to you very seriously, but you have never looked down on a thief like me. Your arrogance is a sign of your stupidity."
"Unfortunately, what I bring today is indeed important news - this thing will release a special low-frequency sound wave that is designed to cooperate with something in your body and gradually affect your mental state."
"I don't understand what you are saying." Batman's voice remained calm. "This is a relic left to me by a very important elder of mine. No one can take it away for any reason."
"It's because it's so important to you that you fell into the trap." Catwoman's tone even had some regrets. She said, "Your closest children and elders have become the two knives that pierce your heart the deepest. When you know this fact, what will you think? What about them?"
"Don't run away anymore, Batman. You know something is wrong." Catwoman took two steps forward, raised the book in her hand and said, "Think about when your mental state began to deteriorate, and why you tried everything but couldn't reverse the situation?"
"Answer me, Batman, what exactly is your real weakness that can be exploited?!"
"enough."
"That's enough. If you still can't wake up, then I have no interest in talking nonsense with an idiot like you. Goodbye."
Catwoman suddenly threw the book into the air, and Batman's eyes were instantly attracted. At this moment, Catwoman's whip suddenly swung out, entangled the treetops not far away, and her body swung over as lightly as a cat.
Batman reacted quickly, grappling with his hook and following closely behind. However, Catwoman was faster than he expected.
"Goodbye, stupid bat." Her voice drifted in the rain, and then she turned and jumped into the darkness.
Batman stood there, his cape wet by the rain. He looked down at the hook in his hand, then pressed the communicator beside his ear.
"Batgirl, help me track down Catwoman. She took something very important."
"Understood, Batman." Batgirl's voice came from the headset, "But are you sure you want to chase it to the end? After all, it seems that there are more important things to do now."
Batman was silent for a moment, looking in the direction where Catwoman disappeared. "She brought an important message. It's not that I don't believe her, but I need time to verify it. Before that, I won't act rashly."
"The Joker seems to be trying to delay until the end." Batgirl's voice was not anxious, and it was obvious that she did not sympathize with the group of rich people. But out of a responsible attitude, she still said, "Considering the Joker's dramatic personality, I just screened the public buildings in Gotham. There are not many buildings that meet his requirements. There are several highly suspected targets."
"Which one is most likely?"
"Arkham Asylum."
The Batmobile did not drive to Arkham Asylum, but turned a corner and came to the downtown area. When a dark figure appeared in front of the clinic window, Dr. Tompkins was startled.
"Why are you here, Batman?"
"I have something to ask you, doctor, about my condition."
This topic obviously shocked Dr. Tompkins more than the arrival of Batman. The doctor hesitated for a long time, but still said relatively tactfully: "I don't want to tell you what to do, Batman. If you can take a break, I will try not to use the word illness to describe your recent condition."
"No, doctor. That's what I want to hear. If you could describe my condition in terms of a disease, what kind of disease do I have?"
Dr. Tompkins hesitated for a moment, but still said, "Considering your father's condition, I am more inclined to believe that you have hereditary bipolar disorder. The symptoms are probably..."
“Is it possible that it’s not genetic?”
"what?"
“Could it be due to external influence?”
"Are you talking about poisoning or something? With all due respect, that's probably unlikely."
"What about magic?"
"Magic? You don't look like someone who would believe in such things..." As soon as Dr. Tompkins said this, he remembered what happened when he accompanied Alfred to the pharmacy.
"Maybe." Dr. Tompkins thought for a moment and said seriously, "Although everyone has the right to be sick, the probability of developing a mental illness varies according to each person's personality. And you and your father are not the type of people who are prone to depression."
"Can you tell me more about it?"
Dr. Tompkins shook his head and said, "You can regard it as a doctor's intuition. I always feel that you shouldn't be like this. But you want me to produce any evidence? Of course I don't have any, because you never see a psychiatrist."
This gave Batman some inspiration. After he walked out of the clinic, he called the Pale Knight.
"What is Batman like in other universes?"
"If you want to plead for this damned speedster, then you can take the beating for him!" The White Knight's tone was very unkind. Batman was stunned.
"Are other Batmen like this?" Batman heard the hesitation in his tone. If so, then he really doesn't look like someone who would get depressed, but more like someone who would make his parents depressed.
"You two are atypical cases." The Pale Knight was obviously doing something and was a little breathless. "The other Batmen are all megalomaniacs. They would doubt the laws of the universe but not themselves."
Batman was stunned again.
"Yes, they don't say it, but they are that kind of people." The Pale Knight's tone was very firm. He said, "Thankfully, we were born in the same world, otherwise I would have to deal with those psychopaths."
After saying that, the Pale Knight hung up the phone, leaving Batman sitting alone in the car for a long time in silence.
Batman could probably imagine what other Batmen looked like, but the negative emotions in his heart were surging uncontrollably, causing his mind to gradually become scattered.
He subconsciously touched his belt. Whenever he touched the pattern on the special bat logo, he always felt at ease.
But this time, for some reason, he stopped his movements abruptly, preferring to hold the steering wheel tightly with his hands instead of touching his darts. Some shadows of doubt still climbed up the surface of his heart.
On the other side, Bruce, who was hit hard by the pale knight, staggered back to the edge of the viaduct. He wiped the blood from his lips and said, "I don't have time to fight with you here. I have something else to do."
"Your job is to race in Gotham, mess up traffic, and injure two policemen?!"
"Why don't you ask the police why they're chasing me?"
The Pale Knight stared at him intently, but Bruce grinned and pulled out a document from his pocket. After shaking it, he said, "Tax information of Odein Medical Equipment Manufacturing Company - do you know what will happen next?"
Just as the Pale Knight was about to say something, he heard a roar overhead, and the strong wind from the propeller made it almost impossible for him to stand.
He looked up and saw a black helicopter slowly landing under the dark clouds. A white scale pattern was printed on the black fuselage, and below the pattern was a line of English letters - "Internal Revenue Service".
In the office of Arkham Asylum, Maria the Clown stood across the table, looking at Schiller who had put down the phone stiffly and said:
"So your way of dealing with them is to check their taxes?"
Schiller stood up, straightened the collar of his suit, and said, "What else do you think you are doing? Killing people like a butcher, and then being charged with murder and going to jail?"
"That's how you crazy people play here. I'm a law-abiding citizen, but I want to be a hero in tax inspection."
Schiller turned around, smiled slowly and said, "The only inevitable things in life are death and taxes. How can this not be the most exciting death gamble?"
"Get ready to open the market, and let all of Gotham see if the elites are as lawless and fearless as they appear."
The IRS is outrageous, it has its own army and it's very powerful, if a golden retriever was accused of tax evasion, he would have left long ago