I am the younger brother of Superman, but I got the template of Thanos

Dead branches that look like gray hand bones climb all over the courtyard wall, and creepy screams are heard from time to time in the building. The wall skin is mottled and peeled off by wind and rain, showing a strange appearance, like a painting by the devil. The entire building looks from the inside to the outside. There is an eerie atmosphere outside.

This is one of the oldest buildings in Gotham - Arkham Asylum.

It is like a mental hospital or a prison, where many mentally ill patients with criminal tendencies are imprisoned.

Gotham somehow seems to be a truly cursed place, a place where there are as many criminals with mental problems as there are other places where pickpockets can enjoy themselves if they steal a hundred dollars for a day.

Inside the asylum.

Batman was hiding in the shadows, leaning against the railing near the roof, looking down with cold eyes.

He came here to investigate a large number of chemical raw materials at the dock.

I thought someone was secretly making white powder that could send thousands of people to the gallows, but now it seems that things are a little different from what he thought.

The warehouse below looks like a pharmaceutical factory.

Workers in pharmaceutical uniforms prepared barrels of white powder and poured it into the city's water pipes flowing through Arkham under the direction of a man in a white coat.

The man was like a scarecrow in the field. He was thin and slightly stooped. He wore glasses and looked gentle, but there was a bit of madness hidden between his eyebrows. The nameplate on his chest read Jonathan Crane, and his position was attending physician. division.

"He is the chief physician of this insane asylum."

Bruce frowned.

But it was obvious that this doctor was not satisfied with his usual job, dealing with crazy mental patients all day long, and started other businesses.

His eyes scanned the thickness of accumulated traces left by accidental spills of medicines when they were dumped beside the pipe.

"Work has been going on here for at least a few days."

"Someone is poisoning everyone in Gotham?"

No, it wasn't an ordinary toxin. He was drinking Gotham's water, but he didn't feel anything wrong.

Bruce moved his steps, and was about to fly down, use his fists to stop these people from committing crimes with unknown purposes, and then hang the thin doctor up with a hook to torture him, when a message suddenly came from the hood.

"Alfred?"

"Master, someone came to visit you.

It looks like your bat mask is exposed, you'd better come back and take a look. "

After receiving a quick and brief warning from Alfred, Batman hesitated, used the sound of rushing water in the pipe to cover up, and used the hook to dip a little of the powder that was spilled when transporting medicines in the corner, quickly put it away, and turned around without knowing it. The ghost disappeared into the shadows without realizing it.

After his parents passed away, he was raised by the old housekeeper. In Bruce's heart, Alfred was the only remaining family member. He quickly returned home on his Batmobile.

…

A few minutes ago, on the streets of Gotham.

Pedestrians coming and going were all talking about one thing. Falcone, one of Gotham's largest gang leaders, was stripped down to a pair of underwear, tied to a bat lantern in a large shape, and projected into the cloudy sky. Bat signal.

The entire Gotham can see the terrifying projection of the bat when looking up.

The fierce reputation and majesty he had gained as the godfather of the underworld for many years were gone, and the entire Gotham felt that something might be different.

This is something that has never happened before, someone is challenging the dark and decadent order of this city.

For a time, the gangsters and thugs on the streets of Gotham finally began to look like real criminals when they were extorting money and robbing stores. They would be a little panicked and hurried when committing crimes, fearing that bats would appear from somewhere high at any time in the next second. The strange shadow casts a shadow and engulfs people!

"Batman?"

A newspaper was blown by the wind and hit his face. He was looking up at the high-rise buildings when he first arrived in Gotham.

Clark took the newspaper off his face and looked at it. The bright red headline on the newspaper was - Under the bat light, the Roman Falcone was captured.

It comes with a photo of the scene and a back sketch of Batman spreading his bat wings and flashing between tall buildings.

He was startled for a moment, why did this silhouette look so familiar.

"Is this the person who knows the whereabouts of the Lazarus Pool?"

Clark turned around in confusion, only to see a somewhat unfamiliar person.

"Who are you? Why are you wearing David's clothes?"

David returned to the town and naturally regained his appearance. Now when he comes to Gotham, he naturally cannot show his true face.

"Where's your blue hood?"

he prompted.

"David? How did you become like this? Is this also your ability?"

Upon hearing these words and the familiar height and body shape, Clark immediately recognized that the person in front of him was his younger brother. He was so surprised that he took out the blue hood and put it on according to his younger brother's instructions.

"Where are we going to find this Batman now?"

"Creatures like bats have always been nocturnal."

Ignoring Clark's curious look, David said after thinking about it.

"Go and have a look at his house."

Batman also needs to rest. Night is when Gotham is prone to crime, and he may be at home at this time.

The two traveled through the city at supersonic speed to the outskirts of Gotham, in front of Wayne Manor.

Green grass, walls covered with wall-creepers, dark and tall manor gates, a long corridor of statues and a fountain, there is a magnificent and tall castle.

“What a big manor.

The Lex family's manor is not as vast as this place. "

Standing outside the manor, Clark stared and sighed, feeling like a country boy entering the city, looking inside.

"That Batman lives here?

By the way, what is his ability? "

The newspaper said that Batman stood up to fight gangsters to save others and maintain law and order in the city. It was impossible to face numerous criminals armed with guns with bare hands. He could instinctively think of the people with abilities he had encountered before.

"You've seen it."

"Did you see it?" Clark looked confused. He didn't see anything except an ancient manor with a large area.

David didn't choose to barge in without warning and rang the doorbell.

On the palm-sized screen on the square stone pillar next to the door, the face of an old man with the look of an English butler appeared.

"May I ask you are?"

"Is Bruce Wayne here?"

"Sorry, the master is not at home. Please come and visit another day. Can you leave your name? When the master comes back, I will..."

"Is Batman here?"

Ignoring Afu's formulaic answer, David turned to say coldly.

Now Bruce Wayne is striking while the iron is hot and leaving a shadow of fear in the hearts of all Gotham's villains?

He actually works overtime outside during the day to fight crime.

"Batman?

Are you talking about the vigilante who flies around Gotham wearing a bat cape? "

Alfred recognized David at a glance and said calmly on the surface.

Batman once projected David's face on the screen in the Batcave in an attempt to gather information, and he also saw amazing footage of his fingers firing beams, killing robbers with ease.

"This is Wayne Manor, and there is no one you are looking for."

Then, with an apologetic tone, he turned off the video.

"What should we do now?"

Clark scratched his face and was turned away. The matter was urgent. Do you want to break in?

"It doesn't matter, my goal has been achieved.

A certain bat should be rushing back to its nest now. "

Not intending to wait around outside, David pulled Clark through the gate and entered the manor.

…

Riding on the Batmobile, Batman quickly rushed back to his manor.

He used a hook to sneak into the second floor of his house like a thief and looked in the window.

In the reception room, the two of them were sitting on the sofa, being entertained by Ah Fu.

A familiar figure did not drink the coffee in front of him, and tapped the armrest of the sofa quickly with his fingers, as if he was waiting for something impatiently.

"This raptor hasn't left Gotham yet? What could possibly make him anxious?"