"Mr. Thomas, Mr. Gino, welcome," Alfred greeted them politely as the iron gates slowly opened.
Thomas immediately asked with some concern, "I heard Bruce injured his ankle on the stairs. How is he?"
News of Bruce's injury couldn't be kept secret for long in Gotham's high society. After all, important invitations awaited Bruce, the richest man in Gotham, every day, so Bruce could only fabricate a story about "twisting his ankle on the stairs."
"Thank you for your concern, Mr. Thomas. The master is doing much better," Alfred said, leading the two into the living room.
Unlike the opulent and ancient decorative style of Luthor's manor, the hall of Wayne Manor, from the ceiling to the furniture, exuded an ancient and gloomy feeling.
Gino even felt like laughing inwardly. No wonder Batman is so dark; growing up in this environment, it's hard not to become dark.
"Hey, Thomas."
Bruce's voice came from the second floor as he limped down the stairs.
"Bruce, you should be resting." Thomas walked forward, putting his arm around his old friend's neck, and joked, "But unfortunately, you might not be able to attend the memorial service held by the mayor tomorrow night."
"I'm very sorry." Bruce smiled wryly, seemingly regretting that he couldn't attend this kind of banquet.
Gino sat on the sofa casually, watching Bruce's performance, and thought to himself, as expected of the darkest man in the DC world, his acting is flawless.
The two men sat on the sofa chatting.
They first chatted about Thomas's work, and then, Bruce looked at Gino seemingly unintentionally, a smile on his face, "This is Gino, right?"
"Mr. Bruce, it's good to see you again."
Gino looked at Bruce, their blue eyes meeting.
"Yes, I still remember the question you asked me when we first met."
Bruce accepted the coffee Alfred offered, took a sip, and then, with a soft tone, repeated what Gino had once said: "How do you view the city of Gotham?"
"I didn't expect you to remember, Mr. Bruce." Gino smiled, accepting the coffee Alfred offered him.
The two men looked at each other.
"Just call me Bruce."
"Alright, Bruce. So, what's your view of Gotham City now?"
Hearing Gino's question, Bruce chuckled. He shrugged, adopting a casual air. "What do you think Gotham is?"
Gino also laughed, saying, "I think Gotham is paradise."
The boy's eyes held a genuine smile.
It seemed he truly believed Gotham was a city of paradise.
Their gazes met in the air, and then, as if touching a critical point, they burst into cheerful laughter simultaneously.
Bruce laughed because Gino's answer was the same as what he'd told him that night.
But hearing those words again, Bruce's heart was filled with bitterness.
"Hahaha!"
"Hahahaha!"
They were laughing, their right hands, which held coffee cups, trembling slightly. Some coffee spilled over the rims, staining the expensive carpet.
Thomas looked at the two of them, completely bewildered. He didn't understand the joke, but he didn't want to seem out of place, so he awkwardly chuckled along.
The laughter echoed through the castle's grand hall,
until a text message notification interrupted it.
Bruce pulled out his phone.
As soon as he saw the message, the smile vanished from his face as if it had melted away. [League of Assassins leader Ra's al Ghul learned of the Court of Owls' demise and is leading the League of Assassins to Gotham City, intending to deploy a dirty bomb to destroy Gotham.]
Bruce broke out in a cold sweat.
Ra's al Ghul. He remembered the name. Ra's was like a teacher, but also the most ruthless and insane leader of the League of Assassins.
"Sorry."
Bruce suddenly stood up: "I seem to have remembered that the company has an important meeting I need to attend."
He couldn't stay here any longer and waste time; he needed to investigate immediately.
It was impossible for the assassins to sneak into Gotham City without leaving any trace. The cameras scattered throughout the streets and alleys of Gotham City would be Bruce's "eyes."
"Wait, Bruce?" Thomas looked at Bruce, who was limping as he disappeared from the hall with a puzzled expression. He didn't understand why Bruce was in such a hurry.
"Perhaps we should visit another day, Uncle Thomas." Gino's voice sounded in Thomas's ear. The young man stared at Bruce's receding figure, a smile playing on the corner of his mouth.
The curtain rises, ah~ Gotham Subway.
The dark tunnels have always been the source of all kinds of horror tales.
"Buzz～"
An orange-skinned subway train roared past on the tracks.
Luca Walker was a villain who had fled to Gotham from Urank.
He'd gotten into trouble back home and, after hearing about Gotham online, had fled there four years ago. He'd joined the Whisper Gang, one of the five major gangs controlling smuggling on Gotham's subway system.
For years, they'd been dividing up the profits from the railway smuggling, living the good life.
But, those good days were clearly over.
Luca lay in a corner, soaked in blood.
Blood stained his sleeves and cheeks. The tendons in his legs had been cut, and he was now effectively useless.
His gang's underlings had long since become lifeless corpses, sprawled across the cold, fetid subway platform.
Gotham's local gangs were utterly defenseless against a real "gang."
"So, it seems..."
Looking at the group of masked assassins silently surrounding him, Luca's face twisted with bitterness.
These assassins had seemingly dropped from the sky, slaughtering his men and beating him half to death.
"This is Gotham."
A voice, aged and gravelly, slowly echoed.
Luca slowly turned his head. He saw,
In the dark tunnel, a gaunt figure slowly emerged from the shadows. This fellow had long, white sideburns and a ridiculously oversized katana strapped to his back. His emerald eyes were filled with cold indifference.
The old man wore green armor that seemed to be made of mithril. He glanced at Luca, his face filled with disgust.
Ra's al Ghul gazed into the distance, as if he could see through the thick walls to Gotham City. He said, "This accursed city has long since perished in the river of history. My arrival will cleanse this rotten city."
"Fuck you!" Knowing he was doomed, Luca flipped off the man who looked like the leader. "Gotham is beautiful! Long live Gotham! Fuck you!"
Before he could curse any more, a beam of pale white blade light answered him.
"Pfft!"
A good head soared into the air, and the headless corpse spewed blood. Ra's al Ghul sheathed his sword indifferently. The old man looked at the distance, and slowly waved his hand: "Advance! Target, Gotham!"
"Whoosh!"
The assassins thumped their right fists against their chests. Then, they marched in an orderly fashion towards the direction of Gotham.
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