(A week ago...)

Wayne Manor.

You can tell by looking at this name that this is the Wayne family's industry.

Located in the northwest corner of Gotham City, the neatly manicured lawn is full of gorgeous Gothic buildings. It takes a 5-minute drive from the front door to the main hall. Anyway, this is the most luxurious property in Gotham, which is so luxurious that it is open enough for citizens to visit and then collect tickets.

Of course, the Wayne family doesn't need to make the money for tickets... So, Wayne Manor is never open to the public. There are only a few servants, an elderly housekeeper, and a standard rich second-generation who spends money on life and drink.

At this moment, in an inconspicuous cave on the inside of the manor, the rich second generation was lying quietly on a medical bed, covered with shocking wounds. A needle was piercing through the rough skin on his shoulders. The silk thread connected to the needle shone through the flesh and blood, then tightened and closed with the wound on the other side.

The one who was stitching for Bruce Wayne was a thin, obviously old man named Alfred Pennyworth, who was the housekeeper of the manor.

65 years old, with a little sparse hair and a tall figure, but not very strong. She wore the same black uniform all year round, which was very inconspicuous. But as everyone who entered the upper class, as long as she saw this old man, she could almost confirm that he was the most professional and top reliable person. It is conceivable that as long as Wayne is in this manor, then this old man will appear next to Wayne whenever he needs him, and hand him a cup of strong tea when he wakes up in the morning...

It was still the time when his whole body was blown into blood and blood, saving his life.

After another wound was sutured, Alfred skillfully cut the thread and then began to deal with the large area of ​​burns. Some of the medicine was dripped on the gauze and pressed on the bloody abdomen.

"Forehead......"

The pain stimulated Wayne's nerves. He snorted lightly and then slowly opened his eyes.

"I'm glad you woke up, Master Wayne." Alfred said softly, but there was no pause in his hand: "So, do you need some anesthetics now? There are still many injuries on your body."

Wayne shook his dizzy head, he looked down at his body, and it was bandaged like a mummy.

"How long have I been sleeping?" he asked.

"It's just one day, so you're lucky to not miss the dinner tomorrow that mayor will have." Alfred responded: "And even more fortunately, you can still rush back with more than 40 wounds and 7 severe burns on your body. As far as I know, if a cow is half seriously injured by you, it will definitely not survive for 10 minutes."

Bruce Wayne looked at his old housekeeper quietly. He was still polite, funny and gentle, but from the lines, he could hear his hidden anger and worry, and even in the dim cave, he could see Alfred's blood-filled eyes.

"When will you get a good night's sleep?" Wayne asked.

"When I know you're safe," Alfred replied, wrapping the gauze around Wayne's waist.

A silence...

"I'm sorry, I've been cheating on you. I dress like this every night and go out to find those criminals. I can't help it... But I didn't take action, I just called the police... But today, today is a bit special." Wayne lowered his head.

Alfred smiled and said, "I know, Master Wayne, there is nothing in this manor that I don't know."

"Yes... you will definitely know, you are like you have super powers." Wayne said lightly, like a child who did something wrong... He stretched out his hands and looked at the blood covered with blood. He trembled and buried his face in his palm: "I'm sorry... I killed someone... Yes, no, get up."

Wayne's voice was trembling, and he knew that he... had taken that step after all.

"So, how do you feel?" Alfred asked faintly.

"Excitement, pleasure, and pain..." Wayne said, his voice gradually changing, as if it had changed: "I can feel those emotions, I can't turn back, I know these... In fact, I want to find another person at this moment, I want to... kill another one. If you weren't by my side, I think I've rushed out now, ah-I...I..."

As he spoke, his voice gradually accelerated, and finally he was a little incoherent, and the pain in his eyes gradually turned to excitement.

Alfred looked quietly at Bruce Wayne who seemed to be gradually changing.

"No...you didn't kill anyone." He suddenly said.

"What...what?" Wayne was stunned. He looked at his old housekeeper blankly, his eyes full of madness, but in the end he retained a little bit of clarity.

"Young Master, you didn't kill anyone." Alfred said lightly: "Before you woke up, I had retrieved some surveillance systems around Wayne Building, and then I discovered this."

As he said that, he handed a tablet to Wayne.

Wayne took it tremblingly, and some monitors were playing on the screen.

In the corridor, a man was running at a rapid speed, and then the man broke open the door leading to the rooftop. Then the picture turned around and saw a man pinching a woman's neck frantically. Then a gunshot was heard. The man in black was hit and overturned to the ground. The person who shot quickly rushed over, carried the woman and disappeared on the top floor of the building. Then, an explosion and the picture ended abruptly.

Wayne stared at the scene blankly, and the madness in his eyes gradually restrained.

"I...I didn't kill anyone?"

"Yes, you didn't. At the last moment, you were shot and someone saved the lady, but since I still had to treat your wounds, I didn't investigate the identities of those people, I hope you don't mind." Alfred still had the calm tone.

Wayne's heavy breath gradually calmed down. He held the tablet and watched the surveillance video again, and then again, finally,,,,,,

"Thank you..." he said.

"You thanked me just now." Alfred responded: "But you can't always thank me, Master, you are still very young. In the long life in the future, you can't lie in front of me with such a body every day... So, can you really suppress the desire in your heart?"

Wayne was silent, he didn't know how to answer the question.

"You can't." Alfred answered for him.

"Yes, I can't. I live in the pain of suppressing myself every day. I don't know how long I can hold on." Wayne lowered his head and said in pain.

"Well, pain, hard to endure." Fred said, but suddenly, he changed his tone: "It's interesting to say. You know, there are some people who can fly, invulnerable, or powerful in the metropolis across the river, right, they call themselves superheroes. I actually think that you are just like them, a little different from them. They can have a power beyond ordinary people after just experiencing a short-term mutant pain, and the pain you have to go through is long, originating from your own, and the pain you have to implement for a lifetime... So I think you may be able to join them, so that you will have a channel to vent, otherwise you will drive yourself crazy."

"I thought about it, in fact, I always thought... but I am different from them, and I can't control myself."

"Of course you can't control it, so, I think you can set a bottom line for yourself."

"Bottom line?"

"Yes, there is always a final bottom line between liberation and pain. As long as you don't pass it, you are still just, just like those people flying all over the sky in red cloaks, then you will not be regarded as a terrible person, not a madman... but a hero."

"But...what is that bottom line?"

"You...no! Can! Kill! People!" Alfred said word by word.

Wayne had never seen his housekeeper so seriously. However, with this sentence, a cold feeling gradually appeared in his heart. This feeling made him suppress the heat that was almost collapsed and quietly dissipated.

Wayne, just quietly, fell into deep thought.

After a long time, he finally figured out something, and then looked at his housekeeper again. The gaze that had not changed since he was 8 years old until now seemed to finally relax, seemingly free, and revealing his incomparable perseverance.

"Thank you...you saved me, not just life."

"It's the third time, please don't thank me anymore. I'm your housekeeper." Alfred said with a smile: "And, this method is not what I thought of, but you."

"Me?" Wayne was stunned.

"Yes, you inspired me. The symbol you drew on your clothes reminded me of those heroic signs. Actually... you can also make a logo. I think the one you drew on your clothes is pretty good." Alfred said.

Wayne was even more confused. He had never painted anything on his clothes.

So he turned his body to another angle with difficulty and looked at his Ye Xingyi.

Immediately afterwards, he was surprised to find that he was drawing a strange pattern with blood on Ye Xingyi's chest, like a bat with wings spreading.

......

......

No one will know about this conversation in the cave.

What everyone knows is that three days later, a weird guy appeared in Gotham City.

Some people say that he is a mutant creature with huge wings and black all over, while others say that he is just a psychopath who is wearing a cloak and flying around the roof. In fact... few people have really seen him. At first, people were afraid of this guy, after all, he seemed to only appear at night, and his shape was really a bit cunning, but over time, people also knew what he was doing.

He saved a robbed woman and kicked the robber's thigh.

He got a baby in the fire and then jumped into the night.

He seized an arms deal at the port on the river bank and hung all the prisoners upside down on the dock.

He also beat a perverted tail criminal to the point of being blue and swollen, tied up naked, and threw it to the gate of the police station.

Well, this person is a policeman who abused the death penalty. To put it more bluntly, he is actually a criminal. Such a person will be hated by 90% of people. In addition to criminals, there are police, mayors, people, etc. After all, no one wants to have such a covered mental illness wandering around every night. Although he is indeed brave enough, he is too heavy to take action.

Of course, in addition to disgust and insults, there will be people shouting thank you loudly in the direction of his disappearance at night.

Most of these people are children with a dream of heroes.

And those who have just been rescued and are in danger.

And gradually, this black-clothed monster also had his own title...
Chapter completed!