At 11 o'clock in the morning, Beerus Wayne, who had just woken up, sat on the sofa, his chin supported by his left hand, and watched the news report about "Batman killing people" with an expressionless face.
After a long time, a word came.
"That's not me!"
Alfred, who was tidying up the table, said without turning his head,
"You've said it twice."
He paused, glanced at the young man, and when he noticed the confusion in his eyes, he decisively picked up the remote control and turned off the TV.
"Don't look at it anymore. It has nothing to do with you."
Bruce Wayne said with a serious expression,
"Alfred, someone is impersonating me and killing someone. I have to find him."
"Things may not be what you think?"
Bruce was stunned and looked at the other person in confusion.
Alfred took out the documents he had prepared long ago and said helplessly,
"When you were little, I always taught you to get up early and go to bed early, but it's a pity you forgot everything. I asked someone to get this information from the police station. You'll understand after you take a look."
The document recorded the entire process of the incident and its causes and consequences in detail. After reading it, Bruce frowned and remained silent for a long time.
Alfred placed the milk-laced coffee next to him and said with a smile, "Two unknown heroes stormed into the Razor Gang's lair and captured drug lord Adusan, and then escaped unscathed from Victor Zavi's encirclement."
"Bulletproof armor, missile interception, super lightning..."
The old man smacked his lips and sighed, "It's much better than your chariot."
Bruce Wayne frowned, looking somewhat helpless.
"Alfred, I don't care about that. I want to know the identities of those two people?"
"That's impossible. You know Gotham City's road surveillance equipment better than I do. Tracking a vehicle is impossible. Also, I think your primary concern right now isn't about them, but about how to restore your reputation. Once the citizens and the police believe Batman is a vigilante murderer, things will be troublesome."
Bruce sipped his coffee, his frown never relaxing.
He knew very well that there must be someone behind such a huge public opinion offensive, and it was easy to guess what that person's purpose was, but guessing it did not mean that the problem could be solved. As things developed to this point, almost everyone believed that the owner of the black Lamborghini was Batman. Only Batman had the ability to catch Adusan from his lair, and only he could escape Victor's ambush and escape unscathed.
This is a dead end!
After a moment of silence, Bruce said, "What do you think if I use the power of the Wayne Group to release the real news?"
"Master Wayne, I must remind you that the Wayne Group is the Wayne Group and Batman is Batman. The two cannot be linked together."
Bruce spread his hands and said, "So what do you say we should do? We can't just ask the newspaper."
Alfred looked at him deeply.
"In fact, you have always had the idea, but you just didn't dare to do it."
Bruce felt embarrassed when his thoughts were seen through. He took a sip of coffee.
"ShowMe is indeed a good choice, but the comments above..."
Alfred sighed. "Sometimes I doubt whether you are really young. You are only twenty-six years old, but you live like an antique."
Bruce explained awkwardly,
"You know the [Bat Fans] on ShowMe? They're... really fanatical, keen on discussing and imitating Batman's actions... I'm worried they'll be exploited by someone?"
"Master Wayne, your worries are unnecessary. If you feel something is wrong, let me do it."
"you?"
There was scrutiny and suspicion in Bruce's eyes. If he remembered correctly, Alfred was already sixty years old this year.
Alfred put the food on the table and said indifferently,
"Are you thinking that a 60-year-old man who doesn't drink tea for health, but goes online to argue with young people, seems childish?"
"That's absolutely not what I meant."
Bruce said this with a serious expression, although he thought so in his heart, he would never admit it even if he was beaten to death.
Alfred gave him a sharp look and his tone became even calmer.
"That's settled. Leave the daily management of the account to me."
"…All right!"
Bruce shrugged, "Hopefully it'll turn out well."
…
It was the first Sunday in August and the weather was fine.
Today is a memorable day because at 1:30 pm, a user named Batman appeared on the ShowMe official website.
It's not Batman001, nor Batman002, but the real Batman, six letters no more, no less.
In order to prevent possible copyright infringement issues in the future, when Luke opened the hero column, he specially marked words such as Batman, Superman, and Wonder Woman in the database.
ShowMe uses a real-name system, not only for ordinary users, but also for superheroes. If you want to have the online name Batman, you must prove that you are Batman.
The vast majority of Batman and Superman fans agree with Luke's approach. Superheroes are also human beings. Who stipulates that they cannot go online or chat? Even if they don't come now, they may join the ShowMe family in the future. These unique accounts should be reserved for them.
But they never dreamed that Batman would actually appear on the first Sunday in August.
B,A,T,M,A,N!
That's right, it's him!
After receiving the news, users related to ShowMe quickly called to confirm the authenticity of the matter, while the rest of the people clicked into Batman's private space with nervousness and curiosity.
There are a lot of things in the space, including pictures, texts, short videos, etc., which are all new resources not available on the Internet. They record Batman's past itinerary in detail and provide corresponding evidence. These things are enough to prove that the owner of the account is Batman.
After watching it, everyone was shocked, and after the shock came ecstasy.
Especially those Bat fans who were madly dissed because of the "murder incident" seemed to have found their backbone and became excited in an instant.
They flocked into Batman's private space, some to greet him, some to send blessings, and more to ask Batman to explain what happened last night.
Alfred didn't try to be mysterious and presented strong evidence that Batman was not present.
It turned out that when the incident happened, Bruce Wayne had just eliminated an underground drug processing factory hidden in the East District and sent several leaders to the North District Police Station. The factory workers and the police on duty could testify.
As soon as this information was released, public opinion was instantly in an uproar.
Today, ShowMe is no longer the small platform with only a few thousand users. It now has more than five million users and about four and a half million active users per day. When millions of young people speak at the same time, the whole world bows its head.
Major public opinion platforms have reposted Batman's statement.
ShowMe's popularity continued to rise, and in the blink of an eye it climbed to the top 30 of the search list.