Bat Fight Simulator

I woke up relatively early today, after lunch, and I didn’t see Ah Fu, so he probably went to rest. Messiah went to the kitchen to find two pieces of bread to pad his stomach, and then felt a little idle.

He didn't need to worry about too many problems these days. He didn't have a daytime identity, so his schedule became night patrol, eating, sleeping, getting up and continuing to prepare for tonight's night patrol, then eating after the night patrol, and then going to bed.

This cycle of days goes by so fast, and it makes people feel a little reluctant to let go.

If it weren't for the high-intensity activity of night patrol, Messiah feels that he would have gained a lot of weight by the time he goes to the next universe.

If he can't even put his Talon uniform back on, Messiah feels... well... the system must be secretly cutting corners on his uniform behind his back! That's too much!

Today I have finished scolding the useless snack game system. As players become more familiar with the operation and background code, they can basically handle it by themselves if they need it, which makes the existence of the system more and more dispensable.

The feeling of hunger in his lower abdomen after getting up prompted Messiah to come to the kitchen to check things out. As soon as there was any movement here, the old housekeeper would soon hear the sound and come over.

"Master Richard, maybe you called me." Afu looked at the player with a piece of bread in his mouth and showed disapproval.

"It doesn't matter. I'm full. Thank you Afu, and thank you for the refrigerator with extra food, which saved my stomach." Messiah stuffed the bread into his mouth a few times, chewed it with bulging cheeks, and clasped his hands together a little pitifully.

The old housekeeper sighed, "Maybe you should heat it up instead of eating the bread slices in the refrigerator directly, which is not good for your stomach.

The player felt even more guilty. He laughed a few times and felt helpless.

But I don’t hate this feeling of being cared for.

"Do you want to go out?" The old housekeeper paused and looked at the young man who was obviously fully dressed but dressed casually.

Messiah also nodded, "It's not good to be bored all the time. It's rare to get up early, so I'm going to go out for a walk."

Ah Fu did not stop him when he heard the words, he nodded and said some careful words on the road.

"Speaking of which, has Bruce left?" Messiah did not see Bruce at home. At this time, it was obvious that even if there were countless five minutes, Batman was a busy man and should have already gotten up.

"Yes, the master has already gone to the company." said the steward.

"Bruce is very hard, and Wayne is also very busy at work. There is also night patrol. To be honest, if you don't mind, he can go to sleep tonight and I will do night patrol for him."

Messiah thought about it for a while. He had no interest in being Robin, but he felt that being Batman would bring him interest.

"I'm very good at it now." The tone became more confident when he said this.

Except for the first time when he had to deal with Poison Ivy, he was overturned. After that, it can be said that his progress and proficiency were as fast as flying on the Batplane, and he was capable of flying solo.

It's just a night patrol alone, what could happen?

"If Mr. Bruce is willing to go and sleep for a night, I think I will be very happy." Ah Fu showed a somewhat regretful smile.

"But I think the master will be more worried about you."

"I really have to worry about it, I really can't help it." Messiah responded with a big smile. He didn't feel that Bruce, who was worried, was questioning his ability.

On the contrary, Bruce believed in his abilities, but he was just a little bit bitten by a snake once and afraid of well ropes for ten years.

Ha, ancient Eastern proverbs. He recently saw Bruce's notes and some early travel notes and experiences. Of course, he found them by himself. This is his skill. How can it be called the dark history of Batman.

After bidding farewell to the old butler, Messiah went out directly on a motorcycle in the manor. The roar of the motorcycle was not loud and the feel was quite silky, but it was not as good as Jason's own modified motorcycle.

As a result, I was driving in the middle of the car with the strong wind blowing in my face, and then I thought, talking about the daily report tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, is there really no problem?

#shock! Gotham's famous playboy actually keeps a man! #

#shock! The Prince of Gotham's new love rides his motorcycle through town! #

#Shockgotham! Bruce Wayne would do such a thing! #

Is there really no news with this kind of headline? The Messiah doesn't expect anything from the Gotham paparazzi.

It's not impossible to squat at the entrance of the manor or follow Bruce. Fortunately, they usually take the path of the Batcave instead of strutting in with the Batmobile.

When driving into the city center, it didn't matter that he didn't go anywhere else. Instead, he went directly to the church in the uptown area. After arriving at his destination, he got out of the car and entered this cold, beautiful and majestic building.

It was afternoon now and it was not Sunday, so there were not many people inside, only a few believers who came here, and their clothes were obviously middle-class people from well-off families.

Messiah knows that most of the churchgoers in Gotham are middle-class, because compared to homeless people or East Enders who have nothing, this type of people are most afraid of losing everything one day and becoming nothing.

Survival in this crime city is indeed extremely risky, but they are unwilling to move away easily. They love this city and hate the various lunatics it constantly breeds.

Messiah bypassed the auditorium directly and walked into a more remote small door. What he saw was a long corridor with smooth marble floor tiles, beautiful carvings on the walls, stained glass windows and exquisite candlesticks.

The player continued to walk deeper. No one came to stop Messiah. The further he went, the quieter it became. There were some people in front of the auditorium, but now no one could be seen.

The surroundings were empty. Looking back, he could only see a white dot in the distance. It was the light source at the door. The white light disappeared in the creaking sound that kept echoing.

It seemed that the door had been closed.