Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

"Where is he?"

The nurse looked at him with awe. The urban legend of Gotham was standing in front of her now and asked hoarsely.

The nurse looked like she might faint at any moment, her voice shrill like a sparrow: "Yes, in room 205, sir."

Batman nodded to her, his special boots stomping on the hallway without making a sound, like a ghost.

With a creak, he pushed open the door of 205. On the hospital bed lies a... perhaps it shouldn't be called a person.

His body twisted into a sphere was breathing hard, and he couldn't help crying out in pain every time he took a breath. Can't sleep, can't eat, but still lives somehow.

Batman stood in the dark, and he showed no mercy to the scum. In fact, this man wouldn't end up much better if he replaced him. He would beat him to the point of paralysis and break every bone in his body. But things are things, and he has to find out the truth.

He deliberately made the sound of closing the door louder, and the man with his back turned to him whimpered out of his throat: "No need to change the dressing! Let me be quiet! Or let me die!"

Batman didn't speak, and the man felt that something was wrong, and he shouted vaguely: "Who? Who is there?!"

He turned off the lights, and the lights in the hallway shone through the glass in the door, his figure projected on the floor. The shadow with two pointed ears made the man facing away from him widen his bloodshot eyes in horror.

It wasn't until the man started crying in fear that he asked, "Who did it?"

Ten minutes later, he left 205. I have got the answer I want.

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In the Wayne mansion, an old man was looking at the heavy rain outside and was worried. He is Batman's butler, Alfred. Nearly sixty years old, he suffers from rheumatism every time in this weather, but he is more worried about another person than the physical pain.

He took a plate of sandwiches and coffee and went underground. The underground of Wayne's mansion was hollowed out by Bruce Wayne many years ago and became the location of a supercomputer used to monitor the whole of Gotham. Also used to store some of his booty.

The old man walked down the stairs, his eyes swept across a glass cover covered by a gray cloth in the corner, his eyes dimmed for a moment.

He continued to walk, but saw an uninvited guest on the cold chair in front of the bat computer.

"Who are you?" His voice echoed in this empty underground cave, and the echoes spread far away.

The man sitting on the chair turned around. He was wearing a black trench coat. He was very handsome, but from the bottom of his heart, the old man felt his hair stand up.

"Guest." He Shenyan replied softly.

He stood up and gestured to the old man that he was not armed. But Alfred did not let his guard down. He had seen too many such lunatics. Whether armed or not, they were extremely dangerous.

"This is private territory... Sir, if you enter this place by mistake, I can take you out."

He Shenyan laughed: "You must have underestimated my intelligence, old man. Or, who would stray into such a place?"

"Breaking into private territory, you are not protected by the law. I can kill you right now without taking any responsibility." Alfred has pressed the signal transmitter on his wrist, the hidden The gadget informs Batman on the other side of Gotham. He would be back soon, and Alfred knew that his immediate priority was to stabilize the uninvited man.

"Yes, yes. But the law doesn't work for some people, like the owner of this manor, and like... me."

His voice fell, disappeared in place, appeared behind the old man in the blink of an eye, and patted his shoulder. He Shenyan said in a relaxed tone: "But please believe in one thing, I have no ill intentions. To be blunt, I am here to save you."

save?

Well, 80% is a religious lunatic. Maybe it has something to do with the field that the hell Constantine is familiar with. How did he get behind my back just now? magic? Or some kind of mutant? Thousands of thoughts flashed through Alfred's mind, but the expression on his face remained unchanged. Few know that the emaciated-looking butler was an agent in his youth.

His colleague is the famous 007.

"What do you mean by salvation?" Alfred was still trying to hold him back with words.

He Shenyan said: "You don't have to try to hold me back, but since you want to ask, I can say it. After all, I also think the sooner this is done, the better... I'm in a hurry."

"It's literally, old man. I'm here to save you. Maybe you won't believe it, but I understand. After all, if someone jumps out and says he wants to save the world, I'll probably think he's a lunatic. But the problem is, Am I?" He said with a smile, those black eyes looking at the old man, but there was no smile in them.

He suppressed the smile that reminded the old man of a certain green lunatic, and put on a serious expression: "Okay, no joke. When will he be back?"

"...Who?" Alfred's heart suddenly burst, still trying to fool him.

"You know, you're insulting yourself by lying too much, Mr. Alfred. You know who I'm referring to, you know better than anyone, don't you? After all, you watched him grow up."

In a long silence, Alfred let out a slow breath.

"You know a lot, sir. But that doesn't mean you can just break in here and rant about me... It's not like nobody has done that before, but do you know where they all end up?"

"Arkham Asylum? Of course I know, I just came back from there." He Shenyan nodded at him, took out a blood-stained playing card from the pocket of his trench coat, and threw it at his feet.

"...what did you do?"

"Do you want to guess? There is a prize for guessing right." He Shenyan conjured out the purple velvet armchair that he liked very much and sat on it. He replied lightly: "Seriously, isn't it obvious? I killed them all. You should give me an award, shouldn't you?"

Alfred stared blankly at the playing card. He bent down and picked it up tremblingly. After wiping off the blood on it, a smile suddenly appeared on his face: "...Sir, I will buy you a single ward in Arkham."