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Morin walked for a long time but didn't wait for Bruce to make a move. "He's really cautious..."
Morin thought to himself, and he deliberately walked into a dark, secluded alley. In Gotham, alleys like this were everywhere.
After Morin walked through the third such alley, Bruce finally made his move.
Under Morin's deliberate indulgence, Bruce successfully got close to him.
"Stand still," Bruce said, pressing a metal pipe against the back of Morin's head, pretending it was a gun.
Morin cooperated and stopped. "Who are you?"
"Your reaction time doesn't seem to be what the newspapers claim," Bruce said, deliberately lowering his voice.
"No matter what, it's better than a masked man in black," Morin replied.
"How do you know?" Bruce was startled.
"There's a windowpane in front of us," Morin said, pointing to a glass wall not far ahead.
Tonight's moonlight was quite bright, so if your eyesight was good enough, you could indeed see Morin and Bruce behind him in the reflection on the glass.
By the way, Bruce's Batman suit wasn't complete yet. He was just wearing a mask over his head, which instantly lowered his coolness factor by more than half, making him look a bit silly.
Bruce: "..." How do I get out of this awkward situation?
"Also, you've been following me for a long time. If you didn't act soon, I was going to have to make the first move, sir," Morin said calmly.
"How about you put down that pipe and we have a proper talk?"
"You knew I was following you?" Bruce's pupils contracted.
"That's impossible!" Bruce considered himself to have trained with the League of Assassins, learning almost all of their stealth techniques.
He shouldn't have been seen so easily!
"You've been following me for three blocks. Do you want me to name the streets?" Morin said.
"Or..."
In the blink of an eye, Bruce felt that the object he was pressing against had disappeared.
A sense of alarm rose in his heart, and he was about to take action when he found a cold object pressed against the back of his head!
Bruce froze, not daring to move. A flicker of disbelief he hadn't felt in a long time flashed in his eyes.
At some point, Morin had disappeared from in front of him and was now behind him! The problem was, Bruce had no idea how Morin had done it!
"Or, I needed to do this to make you recognize my ability and to get you to talk to me properly, instead of doing this meaningless test."
Morin pressed the wrench in his hand forward a little, then pulled it away and walked past Bruce without looking back.
"If you have something to say, come to my rental house."
"..." Bruce hesitated for a moment but followed him.
A short time later, Morin arrived at the rental house. Soon after, Bruce knocked on the door and walked in.
"Have a seat. I'll make some tea," Morin said, gesturing to the living room and going to wash a cup and make tea.
Bruce had no choice but to walk to the sofa and sit down properly, looking straight ahead, like a misbehaving elementary school student who had been told to sit still.
The atmosphere was a little awkward, at least for Bruce.
His initial plan was to disguise his identity, get information from Morin, find out where he came from, if he had any power behind him, and what his abilities were, to see if he could be a teammate to help change Gotham, blah, blah, blah.
But he hadn't expected his perfect plan to be broken from the very beginning. It wasn't that Morin wasn't following the script; it was that Morin's abilities were completely beyond Bruce's expectations!
Even now, Bruce still couldn't figure out how Morin had done what he just did! He was not only as fast as a ghost, leaving him with no time to react, but he was also silent, not even creating a gust of wind!
The reason Bruce followed him was not only to talk to him, get the information he wanted, and invite him to join his team, but also because he was intrigued by Morin's movements.
Coach, I want to learn that, too!
Morin quickly made the tea and brought it to the living room. "I'm surprised Gotham even has this kind of tea. Do you want a cup?"
"You're Asian," Bruce said. "I saw it in your file."
Bruce didn't want to fall into Morin's rhythm, so he used this sentence to show that he had investigated him, hoping to get the initiative back.
"Very good. What else did you find?" Morin nodded, leaned back, and relaxed completely, a stark contrast to Bruce's stiff posture, but Bruce didn't dare to let his guard down.
"The files... they're all normal. All the documents are valid, but everyone who could verify them is dead," Bruce said.
"I've only seen this kind of file on a person with a very specific job. Are you a spy? From the FBI? Or somewhere else?"
"Is that all?" Morin smiled, took a sip of tea, and didn't mind. "Don't you want some? Also, don't you think it's a little strange to be wearing a mask all the time?"
"...I don't. Until we get things sorted out, my identity being exposed would be bad for both of us," Bruce said, his body tensing slightly, worried that Morin would use force.
To be honest, he was already starting to regret coming here so rashly. He should have gone back and gotten more powerful (made new equipment) first!
"Tsk, tsk, being cautious is good," Morin said, shaking his head. "But I already know who you are."
"..." Bruce chose to remain silent. Of course, he didn't believe it and thought Morin was trying to trick him into talking.
"I haven't taken off my mask in front of you, and I haven't revealed my accent. This is the first time we've met. How could you possibly know who I am?" Bruce thought to himself.
Then, he heard Morin's next words.
"I didn't know you had a habit of wearing strange outfits, and to such an extent that you're wearing them in broad daylight... oh, no, in the dead of night. Mr. Bruce Wayne, Gotham's billionaire playboy," Morin said, taking a slow sip of his tea.
"It's a pleasure to meet you."
Bruce: "!!!" Bruce was stunned.
One moment, he was thinking that Morin couldn't possibly know his identity, and the next, Morin was calmly saying his name! It was as if he was saying, "You ate breakfast today." It was so casual!
"How did he know!" A storm of emotions rose in Bruce's heart.
"...How did you know?" After two seconds of silence, Bruce couldn't help but ask.
"Is it my equipment? Or something else?"
Bruce didn't try to pretend, because he knew very well that for Morin to be able to say his name like that, he must have known his identity.
In that case, pretending was meaningless. All Bruce wanted to know now was how Morin had found out who he was.
After all, Bruce hadn't even debuted yet. He hadn't even finished his equipment.
He was just looking for a few teammates, and one of his teammates had already seen through him?
What a joke!
After this, Bruce's plan was to have Batman become a symbol of Gotham, to make criminals fear him, to make them afraid to break the law!
If he was revealed from the start, the plan would be impossible to execute. The reason Batman was able to strike fear into the hearts of all criminals was because of his ghostly presence and his secrecy.
No one could find him, no one could get revenge on him, and they would always be on the defensive, waiting for Batman to strike.
That was Bruce's plan. But if his identity was revealed, all of that would be just a fantasy.
Bruce couldn't do what Batman was supposed to do with his original identity because, in his opinion, a person who could die would not strike fear into the hearts of criminals.
Only an immortal symbol would make them wary!
"Your disguise is almost flawless. As long as you don't take off your mask, no one would know who you are," Morin said, pouring himself another cup of tea.
"But for someone like me who knows what I'm looking at, the things you're wearing are what gave you away."
"The high-end infantry Nomex survival suit, double-layered bulletproof fibers, reinforced joints, $300,000 per suit," Morin said, pointing at Bruce's clothes and starting to bluff.
"Even though it's been modified to some extent, I can still recognize it. The only downside is that it's a little bulky, but of course, for people of our caliber, that's not a problem."
"This kind of suit is exclusive to Wayne Enterprises' Applied Sciences division. Although it's been discontinued due to the cost, some samples were provided to the military, and then transferred to the FBI."
"So, you're with the FBI?" Bruce finally caught on to the information Morin was deliberately revealing.
"No, I'm with the IRS. A senior field agent," Morin smiled. "We went to the FBI to audit their accounts and brought back some souvenirs. This suit is one of them."
"An IRS agent? What are you doing here? Auditing taxes?" Bruce looked confused.
"Don't you know that you have to pay taxes on illegal earnings, too?" Morin looked at Bruce as if he were an idiot.
"Do you think, in a place like Gotham, that people who smuggle weapons and sell drugs actually pay taxes?"
"They're evading taxes!" Morin said indignantly.
"In America, the only certainties are death and taxes. As an IRS agent, I absolutely will not allow them to evade taxes!"
Bruce: "???"
What you're saying makes so much sense!
So, after all that, you're just here to audit their books?
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