The Death Knell

In the process of falling, Deathstroke's armor changed its style. In an instant, Strangler put on the host a long windbreaker and suit that fit the era, as well as a pair of shiny leather shoes and a pair of soft black leather gloves.

But even though the leather shoes made a distinct sound when walking on the ground, the boy who was unconscious among the corpses of his parents still showed no reaction, as if he was dead.

Looking closer, little Bruce's face was covered with tears and runny nose, and he was still blowing bubbles as he breathed.

The night approaching autumn was a little cooler, and Martha's pearls were scattered on the ground in a pool of blood. The street lights flickered on and off, but that was because of the shadows of the wings of bats when chasing moths.

Deathstroke, who was squatting down, shook his head silently and asked the strangulating little tentacles to check the couple's situation.

"Hey."

Strangulation means that these two people are undoubtedly dead.

"What should we do?" Lori kindly moved the boy away from the body, and took out a handkerchief to wipe his face, and then looked up at Deathstroke, who was lowering his head to light a cigarette.

"Hey, of course we called the police. After all, this is the scene of a murder." Deathstroke bypassed the body, carried Bruce to the entrance of the alley, and leaned against the trash can: "Although Gotham at this point in time is ruled by several major families, But the Waynes are also well-known figures in the city. If they are dead, the police should arrive within eight hours."

Pretty much, anyway, in Su Ming's memory, whether it's comics or TV series like "Gotham", there are subtle representations of time. After all, if one family falls, other families will have to discuss how to divide their interests, right?

The Wayne family were killed after watching a midnight movie, and it was daylight when the police and housekeepers arrived.

Little Bruce sat among the corpses of his parents and watched the bats all night.

"Wait? Eight hours?"

Lori's eyes widened and she scratched her face. Living in the age of superheroes, she had no idea what Gotham was like at this time.

With a calm look on his face, Su Ming nodded, walked to the public phone booth outside the alley, opened the squeaky glass door under the streetlight, picked up the receiver and listened to the mechanical busy tone.

He almost laughed at Bruce's good fortune when he discovered that he happened to have some loose change in his pocket.

"Yes, in this era, it is not they who have the final say whether the police should dispatch police, but the gang bosses. Do you want to dispatch police without their permission? Then the police car will run out of gas, your partner will have diarrhea, and the leader will not give you any advice. Instructions, the warehouse does not provide police guns, the police station does not provide directions, etc. Situations will occur. Do you want to be a good policeman? Then be a good policeman under this 'order'. Besides, there is no problem with the eight-hour working day. Well, after the incident, the Gotham police only need to arrive within eight hours, just show your intention."

"This is not how you understand eight-hour work!" The girl could only complain helplessly.

Deathstroke smiled at her and stretched out his fingers to turn the dial of the phone. He didn't need to tilt his head to hold the receiver, because the little bean sprouts of the strangler were holding it for him.

"911, what's the matter?" came an impatient voice like a menopausal aunt on the other end of the phone.

"Thomas Wayne and his wife Martha Wayne were murdered in an alley near the Park Street Theater in the East End." Su Ming held cigarette ashes in one hand and turned over the phone box with the other Yellow Pages: "No matter who you hang out with, tell the people above you, the Wayne family may have fallen, but the Kane family still exists, so call the police quickly."

In this era, this alley was not called Crime Alley, but Park Street Back Alley.

"Who are you?" The attitude on the other end of the phone was much more correct, and the voice changed back to a girlish voice.

"Ordinary enthusiastic citizens." Su Ming put down the phone, turned around and walked out of the small pavilion, returning to Luo Rui: "Okay, let's wake up the child and let him look at bats so that he can become Batman in the future."

As he spoke, he took out a bottle of mineral water from his pocket and poured it on the boy's face.

The cold water awakening method works most of the time, so little Bruce also woke up with a violent cough, as if he was still living in a dream, hoping that his parents' death was just a nightmare.

But the corpse not far away shattered his illusions, and he was stunned.

"Don't be in a daze, Master Wayne, stand up." Deathstroke picked him up and pressed him against the wall, because the boy's legs were like noodles and had no strength at all. He seemed to kneel down as soon as he let go.

Lori sighed, and she used a magic to let the shadow support the boy from falling, and at the same time, use the coldness brought by the shadow to help him stay awake.

Deathstroke squatted down, put the cigarette in his hand into the boy's mouth, and pinched his nostrils to let him breathe through his mouth: "In this case, you need a little help from nicotine. This can help you calm down. Come on." , another sip of vodka, Black Alice, use heat vision to perm his head."

"You can't use heat vision to perm your hair, right?! Why do you think smoking, drinking, and perming your hair are a package deal? Why are you so skilled?!" With the influx of memories from other timelines, Lori was getting along with Deathstroke. After endless time, I became more and more skilled at complaining.

"Isn't it okay to wrap it in tin foil and heat it?" Su Ming touched his chin and asked Strangler to change his hands and feed the young master the cake.

"No! Not to mention tinfoil, lead plates won't work. But if it's covered with promethium metal, maybe we can try it." Lori changed her tone, and then cast her big eyes on the top of Bruce's head.

The boy used to be a good boy. Although his family was rich, he was not Tony Stark. He did not smoke or drink.

For these things, if an inexperienced person takes a few bites, he will immediately feel dizzy.

But not to mention, there is a saying in the East that wine makes people bold. After drinking half a bottle of vodka, how can Bruce still feel any fear? He now wants the bats flying under the street lamp to come down quickly, and he wants to practice with them.

However, it was the death knell that pulled the red-faced little Bruce, and the wrong body made him see the corpses of his parents, and then the pain and reason returned to his mind again.

It has to be said that Batman is extremely talented. He calmed down quickly. Although there was still unconcealable sadness in his eyes, at least he didn't look like he was going to cry until he died.

"Who are you? Hiccup!"

He asked the tall one-eyed man hugging him, but his eyes were always fixed on the black tentacles dancing like a swarm of snakes.

"Although you may have no memory, I am a good friend of Thomas and Martha and also your godfather. Unfortunately, I came a step too late and failed to save them. In this way, you can call me 'Father' from now on. "

The evil death knell came as soon as he opened his mouth. Although his face was full of pain, the strangulating tentacles behind him were like the devil's tail, swinging rapidly with cigarettes and wine.