The Knights of the DC House

At night, on the rooftop of the Nashville Police Department building, Dick, wrapped in a black coat, stood on the rooftop. The strong wind made his coat rustle. It was already the end of November, and because of the location, the city of Nazionale

It hasn't snowed yet, but the temperature has dropped to seven or eight degrees. With the whistling cold wind, anyone who can stand on a high-rise building and watch the night view like this at this time is a talent.

But Dick is not in this category. He is just an ordinary person. He will get sick and bleed. As a mortal hero, he pays more attention to his physical condition. It was just that Ke Wen called him and asked him to meet on the rooftop. He didn't even bring his battle uniform.

He could only come up wrapped in his coat. Feeling the cold wind hitting his face, Dick breathed into his hands and waited anxiously. By this time, his girlfriend Claire had probably prepared dinner at home and was waiting for him to go back.

After eating, Ke Wen was not seen for a long time.

"Damn it, I won't be beaten." Dick cursed secretly, feeling a little unhappy. He had always been the only one to beat others, so why was it his turn to be beaten this time?

"Sorry, sorry, I'm late. It's so cold here. Let's have a drink of Yulemei~" A slightly apologetic voice sounded from Dick's head. This time Ke Wen did not use the powerful dragon riding form.

, instead used the W belt, switched to Blazing Ace, and appeared above Dick's head driving a flying motorcycle, with two cups of brewed Yulemei in his two trembling hands. This image was indescribably inconsistent.

Well, Dick was a little confused by the image of Ke Wen. He was wearing a coat and he wasn't shaking like Ke Wen. What's more important is that you are still wearing fucking armor with heating properties. Why are you shaking like this?

Oh! I was complaining like crazy in my heart, but my body still took the milk tea handed over by Ke Wen very honestly, and the two of them leaned on the railing and drank.

"Man, to be honest, you're wearing a suit of armor, so why don't you make this chattering sound? It makes me feel cold." After a sip of hot milk tea, Dick couldn't stand the cold wind.

He also calmed down, but Ke Wen next to him was still shuddering after removing his head armor, leaving him speechless.

"I don't want to, but this damn armor is biological skin. Do you understand? It's connected to my skin. I can feel the cold wind blowing on every inch of my skin, even if I know it's...

It doesn't matter, but I just feel cold!" He explained with a trembling voice. Ke Wen poured himself a sip of milk tea again to warm his stomach. Southerners rely on shaking to survive the winter. As a time traveler, Ke Wen said that he is still not used to this.

Side weather.

"Okay, you refreshed my knowledge again, but why did you contact me so late?" Listening to Ke Wen's explanation, Dick shrugged helplessly and asked curiously.

"About this, I received an admission notice this morning from Gotham University."

The resentful tone made Dick, who was listening, move his lips in a somewhat far-fetched manner. His old father really knew how to play, and he actually bought a school to arrange for his partner.

"So you're going to join Batman's team of outsiders?"

"Do I have a choice? Even the school has arranged it for me. What else can I say, but since we are the outsiders team who were the first to be recruited into the gang, I think we must have some power, otherwise I always feel like this

It’s a bit of a loss.”

"What do you want to do?" Dick became inexplicably wary after hearing Ke Wen's tone.

"Since it's our own, we have to choose the team members ourselves. We can't let Batman have the final say~"

"so?"

"Dick, how long has it been since we last seen Damian?"

Dick:???

Gotham, Wayne Manor. After completing his daily mission of fighting criminals in Gotham, Batman drove the Batmobile into the underground Batcave. Alfred, who had been prepared in the Batcave, also prepared dinner.

, waiting for Batman there.

"Good evening, Mr. Bruce, how was your patrol today?" This is a habit that Alfred has developed. Every time Batman comes back, he needs to ask.

Because Batman's answer will determine whether he needs to make any preparations, although there are very few such preparations.

"Not good, Alfred. Crime Alley is too quiet this month. The Red Hood has indeed cleaned up all the gangs in Crime Alley. Even now they are still active, but they are only in the gangs.

It is active within its sphere of influence and does not affect the surrounding residents."

Coming out of the Batmobile, without even taking off his mask, Batman walked directly to his supercomputer and began to locate the area he was patrolling today. He wanted to determine the current sphere of influence of this newcomer named Red Hood.

Alfred was a little confused. As the person closest to Batman, he basically knew everything Batman knew. And he also knew something about the Red Hood. A newcomer who was rebuilding the gang order, he had the ability to single-handedly destroy all the gangs.

The strength of the armed gang, and more importantly, the gang's sphere of influence that he currently controls, some criminal activities have been effectively curbed.

For example, selling drugs to minors, operating in areas near campus, and human trafficking have basically disappeared in the sphere of influence he controls. Although the method is a bit violent, in Alfred's opinion, at least the effect is significant, but he himself

The master doesn’t seem to agree very much with this newcomer’s approach.

"With all due respect, Master Bruce, this Red Hood seems to be doing a good deed for you, right?" Alfred still raised his own question. Sometimes, he really didn't want Bruce to get into trouble like this.

In fact, when Bruce left Gotham, Alfred thought about asking him not to come back again, because Gotham was his sad place, and those who stayed here would only have despair.

"No, Alfred, he is driving those gangsters to a dead end." Batman replied without looking back. "He is asking those gangsters to take their hands back, but you forget, these gangsters themselves rely on these

It's okay to eat for a day or two, but for a long time, what will these gangsters do without financial income? Because of the red hood's force, they don't dare to take risks, so if they want to live a comfortable life, there is only one way to do it.

Other gangsters took action, but I believe that he would never care about the lives of these gangsters. This is just a tool he uses to make Gotham's gangsters destroy each other."

Batman made a reasonable analysis. As a person living in this dark city, because of his childhood experience, he understood one thing. If you want to fight crime, you must first become the crime itself. He left Brother Brother at the age of 15.

From the beginning of Tan, Batman Bruce Wayne has been involved in gangs all over the world and has done all kinds of jobs. Although he always calls the police directly when someone is about to succeed, making every crime unsuccessful.

To be honest, every time he acts like a rebel, it is surprising that Batman can still go to the League of Assassins to receive the highest level of training. After all, what gangsters hate most are traitors and undercover agents. And Batman

Not only is he a traitor to a gang, but he also has the halo of being the protagonist with no solution.

But it is also like this that Batman understands what this newcomer named Red Hood is doing. He wants to start a battle in the Gotham underground world. Gangs without financial resources can only attack other gangs under the threat of Red Hood, and then gangs

Counterattack will then snowball and get bigger and bigger. In the end, even if several major gang leaders know the situation, they will be unable to control it.

Alfred looked at his master speechlessly. Who is the criminal here? It's enough that you know how others operate better than others. Alfred couldn't say anything to Batman's explanation.

He had to put the prepared dinner in front of Batman and prepare to go upstairs. Halfway through, he seemed to remember something and turned to Batman.

"Master Bruce, if you can't finish your work tonight, I suggest you go to bed as soon as possible, because you have a meeting to attend tomorrow."

"I remember there is no board meeting tomorrow, right?"

"Oh, it's not from Wayne Enterprises, it's from Master Damian."

"Damian? What's wrong with him?" Batman, who was typing on the keyboard, paused with his hands and his voice fluctuated emotionally. He was still very concerned about his son, who had a headache.

"Well, there's nothing wrong with him. It's just that he threw a few children into the trash can at school. The situation is a bit bad, and the guardian needs to go over and discuss educational issues with the school. In other words, Mr. Bruce, you have to attend the parent-teacher meeting.

, I have put the clothes you will wear tomorrow in the room, remember to wear them."

After saying this, Alfred left the Batcave, ignoring Batman who was still dazed in front of the computer at this time. In Wayne Manor, Alfred inspected every corner of Wayne Manor, and finally settled on

In Bruce Wayne's bedroom, portraits of old man Thomas Wayne, Mrs. Martha Wayne and young Bruce Wayne's family still hang above the bed.

"It's still too empty after all," Alfred sighed, and then he closed the door and prepared to go back to his room to rest. The cell phone in his pocket also rang. When he saw the number of the caller, Alfred felt a little old.

A smile appeared on his face and he picked up the answer: "Good evening, Master Dick, why do you have time to call me today? What's the news on your end?" Through the receiver, Alfred could also hear the other side of the phone.

The sound of hunting came from one end and he asked curiously.

"About this, I will explain it later. I would like to ask, is Damian at home?"

"Master Damian, you have rested, what's wrong?"

"Oh, it's okay. Let me ask first. Please prepare two cups of hot tea for me and open the door on the roof. I'll be there soon."

Two cups of hot tea? Alfred was confused, and when he was about to continue asking, Dick had already hung up the phone. He shrugged helplessly. As an old man, he really didn't have a moment to spare, so he went to prepare hot tea.

At this time, not far from Gotham, a flying motorcycle was speeding towards Gotham. After confirming the first team member to be recruited in Nazionale City, Ke Wen took Dick directly under the navigation

Speeding all the way towards the city of Gotham, the most influential city in the DC world.

"Holy crap, this is fucking Gotham?! This style of painting is completely wrong, isn't it!" Ke Wen, who was about to approach Gotham, looked at the outline of the city in front of him and couldn't help but curse.

In the dark night, the city of Gotham is brightly lit, but there are always dark clouds hanging over the city. Coupled with those Gothic buildings, Ke Wen feels like he is driving into a devil's cave. And sitting behind Ke Wen

Dick also glanced at it with some nostalgia before saying, "Yes, this is Gotham, my home."