Chapter 28 Missing

"Zatana, have you ever heard of Di Qi, the goddess of justice?"

Batman stood in front of the screen in the Batcave with a gloomy expression.

The most outstanding magician of this century, Zatanna who mastered irony magic, and Bruce Wayne's childhood friend, shook his head.

"The three goddesses of time are dead. Although their magic has been inherited, their bodies have already disappeared."

Batman lowered his head and entered this information in the [Judger Dicky] file, and then asked: "Does her magic include brainwashing?"

Zatanna shrugged in the video, and Konstantin next to her pinched his chin and thought for a while, "Generally speaking, all gods have that kind of magic, otherwise how can they confuse believers."

Batman clenched his fists, and his expression looked quite annoyed, "Her followers encouraged people who had suffered from Scarecrow and Double-Face to start a riot. Although they were suppressed by gcpd, there is no guarantee that there will be no next time."

Zatanna and Konstantin exchanged glances, "Who organized this riot?"

Batman looked down, "Everyone."

"People in Gotham have lived in panic for a long time. Once such riots have a beginning, they will not stop."

Zatanna looked at her childhood friend, and there was a little worry in her eyes, "Then what are you worried about? Citizen riots push the government to face up to those things. This is the way to solve the problem from the root."

Batman shook his head, "Xiao Zha, things are not that simple. The rights and conveniences in this world are always in the hands of a small number of people, and they will not give up their rights just because they see the pain of othersof."

Zatanna sighed, knowing that no matter how much she said, nothing would change.

"You're always like this, Bruce. You always like to keep things in your heart and don't want others to help you, obviously we all care about you so much."

Batman doesn't talk anymore, he always identifies with himself as Batman first and then Bruce Wayne, and he puts those responsibilities on his back like it should.

Robin quietly fell from the entrance of the Batcave and walked to Batman who had just closed the video call with Zatanna.

"Father."

Damian, who took off the domino blindfold, said to Batman.

"I'm sorry, I didn't intercept her, and she destroyed the blood evidence."

He lowered his head, gritted his teeth, and looked quite aggrieved.

"Damian, it's good that you didn't get hurt by the bomb."

Bruce sighed, squatted down and checked his son for any injuries.

Damian pouted, "tt, how could that kind of bomb hurt me."

"Oh, but you still let dike run away, why does it sound so much like dick."

Red Robin with a cup of coffee walks behind them.

"... Drake!"

Damian's expression looked like he was going to jump on him and kill him.

Tim ignored him, just leaned against the chair and pointed to the hole.

"Don't call me, let's see who is here."

Bruce looked in the direction his hand was pointing.

"No other meaning, just come here to deliver some materials."

A man in a red hood walked towards them, still carrying some air from the outside.

"Of course, I know you don't welcome me, so I'll leave after sending it off."

He had no intention of taking off the hood, or rather to distinguish himself from his family in this way.

Bruce stepped forward and reached out to him, "Jason, you..."

Jason took half a step back, the rejection could not have been more obvious.

"Stop talking to me about those old-fashioned things, old man, I don't want to hear it."

He raised his hand and took off the hood.

"Similarly, I won't ask you for anything more."

Seeing the atmosphere at the scene drop to freezing point again, Jason shrugged off Bruce's shoulder and walked towards the bat computer.

His fingers are active on the keys like fluttering butterflies, and the blue stripes are reflected in the lake green eyes.

"If it wasn't because you revoked the permission of the bat computer to me, I wouldn't use this trip."

Bruce pursed his lips, his palms opened and then clenched into fists, and he swallowed the words as they came to his lips.

"that is because......"

Jason pressed the Enter key without looking back, and ended the input with a gesture of no regrets.

"Because I'm a criminal, because I'm afraid I'll kill someone?"

He straightened up, his back muscles were tense, and it was almost impossible to see the broken spine under the flesh.

He sneered, "Whatever you think."

"I go first."

Jason walked out, not paying any attention to the reactions of his brother and adoptive father.

The white-haired butler stood in front of him, "Master Jason, don't you want to stay for dinner?"

Jason didn't look back, just shook his hand, "Next time."

Alfred sighed silently in his heart, turned his head to look at Bruce who was frozen like a statue, "Master, young masters, it's time for dinner."

Bruce, no, Batman started to move, and he looked up at the butler.

"No, you guys eat first, I'll eat after I finish my research."

He stood in front of the bat computer glowing with faint blue light, like a plaster cast statue.

Ashe lay in the repair cabin, closed her eyes and listened to Luther beside her.

Tossing and turning is just that human beings should not be controlled by aliens, but human beings should control their own destiny.

After lying here for more than an hour, almost got tired of listening to it, no wonder Hannibal ran away first.

"I quite agree with your point of view."

She closed her eyes, and the blast marks on her pale wrist were healing at an extremely fast speed.

"What kind exactly."

Luther sat on a chair next to the restoration cabin, propped his chin up and looked at this lunatic who pretended to be a god to deceive the world.

"Man can only control his own destiny, not others, aliens, or gods."

Ashe spread out her palm, the incision cut by Robin with a knife was slowly growing back, with a numb, itchy pain.

Luther grabbed her hand with a smile, and said kindly: "Yes, Ashe, I didn't expect that the person who can understand me for so many years is actually a stranger who only met for an hour..."

Ashe glanced at her hand, resisting the thought of pulling back, "Luther, I used to think you were pretty good."

So, can you let go of your hands first.

The button on the repair compartment turned from green to red, and the eggshell-shaped device unfolded from the inside out. Ashe withdrew her hand without a trace, and sat up halfway.

The red hair spread out on the bed in the restoration warehouse like a dim fire, and the pale light showed a bit of decadent beauty on it.

She was too thin, and the flesh she grew after being fed by Mila and Jason was also consumed along with the repair.

Ashe raised her leg, her skinny bones looked like they would break if she snapped, and she couldn't tell at all that she was the mastermind behind the riots in Gotham just now.

She was too weak, and her poor health was even worse now.

"I will help you make Gotham better. Correspondingly, you should use your wisdom to provide me with the same help."

The two wise men looked at each other and smiled, with obvious calculations in their eyes.

Ashe said: "Then, prepare the bionic man and repair device for me first, dear partner."

She stood up from the restoration cabin and looked at the transparent glass wall.

Metropolis is not like Gotham, which is only separated by a bridge. Sunshine is not a rare thing here, and it can even be seen everywhere.

But she still loves Gotham.

And miss the people in Gotham.

The author has something to say:

I got hands scalded by boiling water qaq today, and want to comment (rolling)

By the way, have the comments of the treasures in the last chapter been swallowed, and few of them make Gu Gu cry?