Gotham, early in the morning. The first ray of sunlight pierced through the darkness, as if trying to bury everything that had happened last night under the warm sunlight. However, only those who had experienced that night knew that there was no going back.
Bruce stood at the highest point of Wayne's Skyscraper. In this moment of darkness and dawn, he stood there alone, looking at the distant sea. The red light dyed the surface of Gotham red like a burning gate. The half-asleep city made him feel an indescribable sense of loneliness.
He had once again become a hero … Before the explosion, he had saved 45 children and women but he had lost a comrade in the process. He had once thought that the comrade was a rival but after knowing that the comrade had died together with the clown, Bruce realized that perhaps the two people who had died in the explosion were the ones who understood him the most in this city.
There was no more. Be it friends or rivals, they were all gone.
In the dim morning breeze, he reached out to take off his bat-helmet and looked at everything in front of him. Joker was dead. The Red Devil had perished together with him. The gangs in the city had been completely wiped out. Batman …
"Let him be history."
He reached out his hand and swung it lightly. The helmet flew into the air and the small detonator within it was activated.
Bang!
A firework appeared in the sky above Gotham. After the firework, dawn arrived, but Bruce had already turned and left.
"Our city has suffered a terrible threat. Even I was almost killed in the evil plot. We have lost too much."
In the central square of Gotham, Mayor Nestor stood on a podium. In front of him were all the celebrities and citizens of Gotham, as well as more and more, mourning the deaths of those who had died in the past month.
"Our city has also been threatened by conscience and morality!"
Mayor Nestor raised his left hand. "When Joker's dark storm was raging, our safety was placed in the cruelest danger. That madman tried to prove that everyone was as weak as he was, that everyone was as evil as he was. When he handed the detonator to the innocent citizens and criminals, he challenged the order of Gotham's civilization."
"But I know that we will not be defeated so easily!"
The mayor clenched his fist and waved it in the air three times. His voice was firm. "I know that the fire of civilization will not be extinguished so easily!"
"Our citizens have held on to the bottom line of morality. We did not kill others to win our survival. We held on until midnight. This is not only Gotham's victory, but also the most glorious victory of civilization over chaos."
"We have used our actions to prove to Joker that Gotham will not be defeated so easily!"
Everyone cheered. The celebrities were not stingy with their applause, because this was what had happened. The two detonators did not go off until midnight. The citizens of Gotham, and even the criminals, held on to their bottom line.
In the modern world, this in itself could be regarded as a legend.
But the mayor's speech was not over. He took a deep breath and said in a low voice.
"But we cannot ignore the fact that in this war started by Joker, we have also lost a lot. Not only did we lose those brave detectives who did not fear Joker's evil, but we also lost a true Knight of the Light in Gotham. He brought us hope and law, but in the end, he did not manage to escape Joker's evil clutches."
"And then there is that hero who has been fighting crime for the past year. He is like the knight in the darkness of Gotham, protecting our city at night. When we were afraid of the clown, he stood up bravely. He did not compromise. Even when we chose to retreat out of fear, he did not surrender." Chen Ge's eyes flashed as he said, "That is the hero who has been fighting crime for the past year.
"Harvey Dent and Batman … The former repelled Joker's persecution of the innocent, while the latter perished together with Joker in the flames. We cannot forget what they have done for us. We cannot forget what we have sacrificed for our current lives."
Mayor Nestor's left hand grabbed the black cloth that covered the statue behind him. He pulled it down lightly, and a statue appeared in the central square.
It was a statue of Harvey Dent and Batman fighting Joker together. The three figures were drawn so vividly that it looked like a battle between good and evil. More importantly, according to the official announcement, the three of them were already dead.
"Gotham will never forget that dark day."
Naturally, no one would object to erecting a monument for a hero who had passed away. Moreover, the three of them were people who had a great impact on Gotham.
Outside the central square, on a chair away from the crowd, a man in a black suit was reading the newspaper. The local Gotham newspaper was full of reports and comments about the 'war between good and evil'. Even though it was the same, the man was still reading it with great interest.
In his hand was a large glass of watermelon juice. He was reading the newspaper while sipping on it with a straw.
Beside him was a woman in a black dress and a hat. She had a head of slightly curled wine-red hair. From the edge of the hat, one could see her delicate chin and full lips. She must be a great beauty. Even though she was just sitting there, she attracted the gazes of many passing men.
"How ironic."
She played with something in her hand and said, "These people are gathered here because of the nonsense of a person who knows nothing. Look at their expressions. Do they really believe the fairy tale that the mayor told them?"
She snorted in disdain.
"I was on the Flyer at the time. The result of their vote was 174: 35. There were more than 20 people who abstained. If we didn't defuse the bomb, they would have blown the criminals to smithereens. How would they have the face to announce that they had held the bottom line of civilization?"
"Batman left the final battlefield early. Red Devil and Joker died together. But look, they didn't mention Saber Hawk, not even a word … because he shot a greedy bastard in front of everyone. This is their fairness. This is their 'humanity'."
"How ironic."
"Natasha, this is politics. This is our society."
Coulson finished the watermelon juice and slowly folded the newspaper in his hand. He reached out to take the black sunglasses from his chest and put it on his face. He looked at the sculpture and said in a low voice,
"Everyone will like the grandiose, but not everyone can accept the cruel truth. For most people, the judgment of good and evil is extremely simple. If it's good for them, it's good. No one will like Saber because he has his own view of good and evil, and it's different from most people. Our director doesn't like him either, right?"
"Who will Fury like?"
Natasha chuckled softly, "He wants all the mutated humans in the world to die. But I'm really interested in this Saber Hawk. I heard that he has a special relationship with May?"
"Stop joking."
Coulson straightened his clothes, stood up, and threw the glass of watermelon juice into the trash can. "He's just May's friend."
"Mei actually has friends?"
Natasha pretended to be surprised and asked, which led to Coulson's counterattack.
"If she heard what you said, she might beat you up. I won't stop her. I can't stop her. The matter has been resolved. I should go back to the headquarters. What about you?"
"I'm going to the Middle East soon."
Natasha stood up and stretched. Her graceful curves attracted the attention of the men around her again. The woman reached out and helped Coulson straighten his shirt. She asked in a low voice.
"Is Weapon X over?"
"No, but our supervision time is over."
A touch of helplessness appeared on Coulson's face. "I really don't know why Fury agreed to Stryker's experiment. Once the Mutants know about it, whether it's Professor Charles or the radical Magneto, there will be a big problem. Stryker is an extreme anti-mutant. It's just like hell on earth."
Natasha nodded and didn't ask any more questions. She took a few steps forward and suddenly remembered something. She turned to Coulson and said,
"There's news about the person you've been paying attention to. He's in the Arctic Ocean. Someone found some of his belongings. Fury is likely to send someone there in the near future."
"What?"
Coulson's footsteps stopped in the other direction, and his voice was mixed with a touch of surprise.
"Really?"
Natasha chuckled and didn't answer. She shook her hand back, twisted her catwalk, and left the square. The mayor's speech had also ended. The venue, which was still warm just now, was also clean in a few minutes. They came here to mourn the dead, but they always have to live their own lives.
How can a dead person be more important than their own life?
Gotham Docks, Pier 14. On this abandoned pier, a young man in casual clothes was sitting at the edge of the fault. This used to be the place where The Devil Gang dealt with the drug dealers. In Gotham, it was a place where people feared. Even now that The Devil Gang had left Gotham, no one was willing to come to this place where many people died. There were even rumors among the dockworkers that this place was haunted.
Robin raised his head and looked at the sea in a daze. There, a cargo ship with the Canadian Maple Leaf flag was slowly leaving the sea. Robin held his police badge in his hand. He didn't dare to tell his father about Saber's disappearance, but in the end, he couldn't escape it. In Gotham, he was the only one left in the Christian family.
Saber was gone … Robin used to think that he didn't have a deep relationship with this guy, but when he realized that Saber might have disappeared from his life, Robin still shed tears for him. He didn't even want to go back to the villa.
"Being a good police officer … is it really that important?"
He closed his eyes, and in his mind, there was a sentence that his father had asked him. At that time, he didn't know how to answer, and now, he didn't know how to answer either.
Ten minutes later, Robin stood up and took a deep breath. He put the police badge in front of his eyes and wiped it. Then, he raised it high and threw it out.
Was his dream dead?
No... he only wanted to use a different method to realize his dream. How could he watch as everything that his older brother had sacrificed his life for returned to its original state?
"Du du … Mr. Lucius? I want to order a set of special items … You should have the blueprint. Yes, the Red Ghost. "
Robin, who never smoked, turned around and strode away with a lit cigarette in his mouth. Behind him, the cargo ship had already sailed into the sea.
At the bottom of the cargo ship, there was a black container that wasn't too big. It was very conspicuous. Two soldiers with guns were guarding the container. Not far in front of them, a middle-aged man in a suit and tie walked down. He didn't even look at the two soldiers with guns. He took out a key, opened the container, and walked in.
Under the dim light, a coffin-shaped container was placed in the center of the container. The man in the suit stood outside the container and tapped the surface of the container with his finger.
"Hehe, Seiber Hawk … You've finally fallen into my hands … I've waited for you for too long."
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