Dc Violence -Kun

Why is Gotham so bad?

It is always dark and misty, full of sin and ugliness under the city, suppressing everyone's nerves.

It's a devil!

A demon called Barbatos summoned by Thomas Jefferson.

Jefferson was the ancestor of Bruce Wayne, and many demons were imprisoned by him in the underground of Gotham City before the end of the War of Independence.

The long-term existence of Barbatos has had an important impact on the development and citizens of Gotham City, leading to and exacerbating a series of bizarre events.

It is difficult to say whether it led to the birth of Batman, or Batman is the protagonist of the destiny, born in Gotham, the sin capital.

At night, the night is very late.

As always, Gotham’s nights are very dark

By the side of Gotham Harbor, the dimly yellow harbor chandeliers were shaking, and the salty sea breeze blew the dark harbor with the sound of waves to hunt and hunt, and two groups of people's clothes sounded.

There were seven or eight people in the group. The leader was a tall, sturdy man in a jacket, smoking cheap cigarettes, and an unabashedly scornful Russian man on his face. The salty sea breeze could not move his strong body, with cigarettes on his lips. Beating, he squinted: "Is there no one in Falcone? The unweaned kid also pulls out to'work'?"

The words of the Russian man caused laughter from the people behind him, such as "Little devil, go back and take milk." "You should be shaking in your mother's arms." "Little devil, you look like a gay." Do you send it?"

Suddenly, the opposite side was violent and pressed his hand to the waist of the suit.

The leader was a seventeen-year-old boy, and a group of people in flat suits at the back, in sharp contrast with the opposite, looked neat and powerful, and frowned at the vulgar group of rough men with a calm face and frown.

The young man pursed his lips and glared at the leader on the opposite side with anger, which made the Russian guy on the other side laugh.

At the side of the young man, the middle-aged and elderly housekeeper in a slender suit slightly bent over to face the young man and said, "Master, don't be angry. Everyone knows that Hank is a guy with a bad mouth and a hairy body. Don't worry about him."

Hearing the words of the butler next to him, the few people behind Hank, the Russian Hank who were on the opposite side, didn't mind at all. They laughed, changed their subjects, and kept teasing the leader of their team.

The boy saw that the other side hadn't cared about himself. The boy was secretly grateful to the butler, and the corners of his mouth pulled out an arc nervously and nodded to the butler, and his heart eased a little.

"Shut up, you scum."

Hank threw the cigarette butt in the ground and was blown away by the sea breeze, sparks flickering.

When he called to shut up, everyone behind him shut up.

Someone behind him sensibly found a greasy black oil barrel and placed it in the middle of the two groups of people.

The oil drum was swayed by the sea breeze, and knocked on the ground.

For a while, only the solemn atmosphere and the rushing sea breeze were left here, and the sound of the waves slapped into the ears, making the atmosphere even more tense.

The sky also seemed to be darker, only the dim and swaying street lamp lights slapped their faces from time to time.

"Trade it, the sea breeze in Gotham is not easy to blow."

The corner of Hank's mouth showed sarcasm, and someone from behind handed a suitcase into his hand.

The butler beside the boy also taught him a hand-held black box. The hand-held black box sank, and the boy lifted his lips tightly.

"Go, master, it's okay."

The butler's slight words made the boy's heart feel a little more at ease again.

The boy nodded, trembling slightly, and moved forward.

At the same time, Hank's strong body and the young man walked out to the middle oil barrel.

The people behind both sides are on alert, staring at each other closely, the atmosphere is subtle as if a spark can detonate.

Hank put the suitcase on the side of the oil drum and lit the cheap cigarettes again, and the corners of his mouth curled up and said, "Boy, you have the courage, what's your name?"

Facing Hank's tall body, the teenager swallowed, looked at him, boldly said his name: "Mario, Mario Falcone."

When it comes to Falcone's surname, the young man's confident chest is firmer and he is more confident in the name.

Hank was slightly stunned. Obviously, he didn't expect that the teenager was called Falcone. He also thought that if the teenager was pulled out for exercise, he would be someone close to Falcone's confidant and planned to cultivate something.

Unexpectedly, it was to train the next generation of underworld patriarchs.

The two exchanged boxes and opened them on the greasy oil drum, with the boxes leaning against them.

Hank opened the box and saw the neat dollar bills. He inserted his thumb into the dollar bills, picked up the bills, smiled at the corners of his mouth, obviously satisfied, and looked up.

I saw Mario Falcone piercing a bag of white powder with a serious expression on his fingers, dipping a little white powder to the tip of his nose, sniffing, and then dipping it on his tongue to taste.

Hank looked at Mario Falcone's serious appearance, and said with a dumb smile: "I have traded with you twice, and Hank's character is still trustworthy."

Mario Falcone nodded silently, did not speak, and continued to intervene in other checks.

Until the end he raised his head and nodded to Hank, indicating that there was nothing wrong, and Hank sneered again.

If there are no accidents, this transaction will be completed like this.

Become the good character of Hank's third successful transaction.

But everything is afraid of an accident.

Wow!

Suddenly, the waves crashed loudly. At the edge of the concrete where the waves hit, one of his hands was placed on the shore, and both hands pulled hard.

Suddenly a figure was in the darkness, like a sudden emergence from the abyss, splashing water.

He is naked, his hair sticking to his face, and the sea water flowing down his strong body. The scars on his face and body prove that he has fought. There is a test tube filled with red liquid on his chest and a metal smaller than his tail finger. Cylinder.

This is Badi.

He swam from the Snake River in Nevada all the way up to Idaho. After avoiding the search by General Vic, he crossed Utah from Idaho to Colorado and then to Kansas.

Without any accident, Bardi found the small town of Smallville and the Kent couple's farm. They were kind and hospitable and they also hosted Bardi for a whole day.

But Badi did not see the existence of Superman.

In other words, Karl-El hasn’t reached the earth yet. Batti calculated the time and found that it would take about half a year or a year for Karl-El to arrive on the earth.

Badi decisively left Smallville. He couldn't have been squatting in Kansas and waiting for Superman for a year or a half. There were other things that he needed to arrange.

So he left Kansas again, passed through Missouri, Illinois, Indiana, Ohio, Pennsylvania, traveled through most of the United States, and came to Delaware.

All the way was a mess. After coming out of the underground research institute, his free temperament was liberated, and seeing that he was about to reach the metropolis, he jumped off the Delaware Bay on a whim, directly planning to swim directly to the metropolis.

He didn't have any identity documents, so in order to avoid trouble, he chose to take a trip.

Who knew that while swimming in a straight line, he came to Gotham City, which is separated by a Delaware Bay.

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