DC Tyrant

Gotham.

Wayne Building.

The drizzle was falling in the sky, and in the thick clouds in the sky, the wrapped thunder flickered, flickering non-stop, like a light bulb wrapped in a quilt, flickering and emitting light.

Click.

A bolt of lightning unexpectedly split from the clouds, reflecting the pale scene of the entire Gotham.

A thin figure above the Wayne Building was even more reflected.

He was wearing a long purple tuxedo and trousers, and white gloves on his hands. His face was as pale as a dye, and his lips were painted a horrible red color. He didn't know whether it was the blood torn from the corner of his mouth or the color of the lipstick. His frantic algae-green hair reflected his crazy eyes.

The clown stepped on the gargoyle's head, and the wind blew violently, blowing the back of his purple tuxedo non-stop, and he faced the drizzle with cold thorns dripping on his face, Showing a crazy smile on the arc.

This scene, after a flash of lightning suddenly appeared, seemed shocking and crazy.

He was in the Wayne Building, more than 100 meters above the ground, stepping on a skinny gargoyle. His body was thin, facing the strong wind, and his purple tuxedo grinned, as if he was about to fall down at any moment.

At the moment of the pale lightning, a black figure opened his arms on the other side of the Wayne Building, hovering and floating in the drizzle, at a position with an excellent angle.

A grapple gun appeared in Batman's hand, and he shot at the roof of the Wayne Building, which was more familiar than anyone, and shot a grapple at another gargoyle.

The grapple hook hooked the gargoyle's arm with a rope, and Batman quickly pressed another switch on the grapple gun, and the gun pulled back the hook rope, and through the reaction force, Batman was automatically turned into a display booth. After sketching a rapid and astonishing arc in the sky, Batman stood on the gargoyle. Under the drizzle, the cloak was blown loudly, and he and the clown looked at each other from a distance.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, little bat!"

The clown rested his right hand on the knee of the gargoyle's right leg, letting the drizzle and cold wind blow his face, and the purple tuxedo was flying behind him, grinning and said to Batman, his eyes were teasing , thought of something fun.

"You should know that even if my real identity is revealed, there are countless ways for me to make Bruce Wayne still be Bruce Wayne."

Batman kept his voice calm, and looked at the clown vigilantly with heavy eyes to prevent accidents.

"You can't escape, clown!"

The wind was blowing, and behind the two of them, the purple windbreaker and black bat cape were flying non-stop.

The clown suddenly stood at attention, opened his hands, stared in the wind and rain, his face was serious, and his mouth was closed. Even with such a serious look, he still gave people a kind of playful madness.

"You're right, little bat, I choose death."

"The game has begun!"

The clown grinned, and his body naturally fell backwards.

Even Batman, who has been watching the Joker's behavior, has not been able to stop the Joker from falling backwards.

The location of the gargoyle in the Wayne Building is more than 300 meters from the ground. If it falls from this height, any ordinary person can only be smashed into meat paste.

Batman still saw the Joker's playful expression as the Joker fell backwards.

Anyone could fall that high and die.

Clowns don't.

When Batman arrived at the gargoyle that the clown was stepping on, the clown had already closed his eyes and fell down more than half of the distance. Then, his back, the purple tuxedo seemed to turn into wings, and began to circle downward, Then a small parachute was stretched out to reduce the impact, and it flew directly towards a clown car.

When the clown landed safely, he turned his head mischievously, put his index and middle fingers out of his temples, gave Batman a gift, and then drove the clown car away from Wayne Building.

Even though Batman ordered Alfred to track the vehicle in the communicator, the Joker's whereabouts were still not tracked.

After searching Gotham for a long time, Batman secretly returned to Wayne Manor in the middle of the night, pushed the big clock, and entered the Batcave.

Batman took off his bat helmet heavily, shook the drops of water seeping into his chin and neck due to the drizzle, and sat heavily on the monitoring position to check the monitoring.

"Master, you have a press conference tomorrow to get rid of Batman's true colors."

Alfred came to Bruce with a bowl of warm ginger soup and said.

Batman stared at the screen intently, trying to find the location of the Joker through clues, he said without turning his head: "Alfred, I'm not free, the Joker is planning something, it's obvious that he wants to delay My time. You handle it for me."

"You must be free, sir, the whole of Gotham is rioting because of this incident, if you don't want the Wayne Building to be blown up by many of Batman's former enemies, please take ten minutes to make a light attack Press conference to clarify, it only takes ten minutes."

Alfred stood upright at the waist, wearing a bow tie and a tuxedo, with the demeanor of a British butler.

"You need to calm down the unrest in society."

Alfred added another sentence.

There has been a lot of trouble in the past few days, and it's a bit big. In any case, Bruce Wayne needs to come forward to express it.

Bruce looked at the monitor's face and frowned slightly.

"ten minutes?"

"Um!"

"Okay, and find out the information of the clown's surviving subordinates in addition."

…………

the next day.

Wayne Building, Convention Center.

It is full of newspaper reporters from all over Gotham, Gotham Daily, Gotham Evening News, Gotham Weekend, People's City News, Lace Magazine, Playboy, and even Education News, Military News, Student News, Academic News, Financial News Newspapers, agricultural newspapers, and tourism newspapers, all of which came out of nowhere, have all sent top-notch reporters here, see this press conference.

Not only that, even the Midtown Daily in Central City sent a beautiful reporter here, not to mention the Metropolis on the other side of Gotham, the Metropolitan Daily also sent an honest and dull male reporter come.

It is conceivable that the topic of Bruce Wayne being Batman is so explosive and shocking, and they are eager to dig the inside story about this matter all the time.

Is it true, is it false, or is it covering up something?

Almost every reporter smells exciting reports.

"Now, Bruce Wayne, we're going to make a statement." Alfred made room on the podium.

Wearing a decent suit, Bruce Wayne entered the arena with a light expression, raised eyebrows and whistling. He kept scanning the female reporter who was entering the arena with colored eyes and stood up from her seat. stature.

The reporters kept taking pictures of him with long guns and short shots. During the short distance of more than ten meters, Bruce performed no less than dozens of poses for the reporters to shoot, and lightly teased some women. Reporter, put on a show of a slutty playboy.

When he walked to the podium, he faced many reporters and began to speak.

"I have already forgotten when was the last press conference. I'd better read it according to the script this old man gave me!"

Bruce straightened his shoulders, said helplessly, and took out the manuscript Alfred had prepared for him from his pocket.

"Some people suspect that I am Batman, the dark knight who haunts the night."

"Think I've been fighting the dark forces of Gotham..."

Bruce hadn't finished speaking.

Then a female reporter raised her hand sharply and interrupted directly: "Sorry to interrupt you, Mr. Wayne, do you think we will buy your account? According to the external height, it is almost 100% restored, I've looked up every single female celebrity you've spent the night with, and I've come up with amazing facts, Mr. Wayne, you've got great physical strength, that's great..."

"Of course you can question the statement of Wayne Enterprises, thank you for your affirmation of my sexual ability, but don't make random accusations and insinuate that I am a bat..."

"I never said you were Batman."

"No? It does sound a bit sci-fi. I'm not a superhero. If I were Batman, I would definitely use his abilities to hunt for sex. How can I be a superhero? I have so many personality flaws ..."

Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, Bruce glanced at all the reporters present with a scrutinizing gaze.

Alfred next to him leaned into his ear and reminded him: "According to the script."

Bruce picked up the manuscript in his hand, glanced at it, and said.

"Actually..."

He paused, staring at the manuscript, but put it down abruptly.

"I am Batman."