Villain? No, I'll catch up with the protagonist after passing the civil service exam.

The cold rain, mixed with the strong smell of engine oil, slowly slid down the plastic cover of the "National Civil Service Examination Syllabus".

Wearing silver police handcuffs, Bruce sat motionless in the muddy alleyway puddle, like a soulless sculpture.

His expensive composite armor withstood countless fatal physical attacks, but it couldn't stop the collapse of his inner worldview at this moment.

Lu Jingyan looked down at him from his high position.

The man's eyes were filled with absolute rationality, devoid of any of the personal emotions often seen in superheroes, only showing indifference towards those who violated the rules.

"Batman, I am now formally informing you."

Lu Jingyan's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a powerful sense of authority, as if his words were law.

"Stop your vigilante acts immediately, which are completely devoid of due process."

"Want to save Gotham City? Sure, you'll need to get a government job first."

three days later.

In the bottomless underground bat cave of Wayne Manor, the urgent sound of keyboards being pounded to track down criminals was no longer heard.

Instead, there was a dense rustling sound of turning pages of A4 paper.

The old butler, Alfred, stood to the side holding a cup of warm black tea, his fingers trembling slightly on the edge of the tray.

His all-powerful young master hadn't slept for a full seventy-two hours.

Bruce was wearing a pair of black-rimmed reading glasses and was memorizing the entire English version of the "Public Security Administration Punishment Law"!

"Young Master, are you really going to give in to that unreasonable Chinese policeman?"

Alfred couldn't hold back any longer and asked in a low, heartbroken voice.

Bruce rubbed his bloodshot eyes hard and let out a deep sigh.

"Ah Fu, you don't understand."

"Officer Lu's over-the-shoulder throw contained a rule-based, dimensional-reducing attack that I simply couldn't resist."

Bruce picked up his teacup and drank it all in one gulp, a flicker of fervor flashing in his tired eyes.

"And he's absolutely right."

"Unprincipled vigilante justice can never bring true justice. Only legal procedures can truly lock those mentally ill individuals in Arkham's cells!"

With his extraordinary intelligence and the financial resources to hire 28 simultaneous interpretation experts to provide 24-hour guidance.

Gotham's richest man literally chewed up and swallowed the 800-page civil service exam syllabus.

He passed the "Overseas Auxiliary Police Qualification Examination" specially approved by Lu Jingyan with full marks in both the written and oral exams.

Downtown Gotham City, across from the former GCPD headquarters building.

A brand-new, gleaming brass plaque was unceremoniously nailed to the mottled red brick wall by Zhao Tiezhu.

Eight square Chinese characters are prominently engraved on it, with a perfectly aligned English translation below.

—Gotham City Supernatural Heroes Police Station.

At this moment, a row of dejected, upright figures stood at the entrance of the police station.

A gust of cold wind carrying icy rain blew by, and Su Xiaoxiao couldn't help but shiver.

Without turning his head, Lu Jingyan threw a heavy police stab-proof vest over her head.

"Put it on, so you don't catch a cold and it affects your coding speed and your ability to lock onto Skynet."

"Using a stab-proof vest as an outer garment... Even when the Marines care about others, they're this hardcore..."

Su Xiaoxiao, whose girlish heart had been unprecedentedly satisfied, turned her head to look at the group of superheroes and her eyes instantly turned stern.

"Stand up straight, all of you! I'm talking to you, you guy with the red cape and your underwear on the outside!"

Superman Clark awkwardly tugged at his red cape and lowered his head in humiliation, looking like a wronged punching bag.

Zhao Tiezhu held the iconic multi-barrel Gatling gun, with half a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

He had a red and white snakeskin woven bag slung over his thick arm as he distributed equipment to the group of high-ranking superheroes.

"Come on, line up, one piece each, and put them on quickly."

"No one is allowed to go on duty today without wearing a reflective vest!"

One by one, fluorescent green reflective vests, the same style worn by sanitation workers, were forcibly stuffed into the hands of the superheroes.

The Flash, Barry, was carrying that bright green vest, his face filled with incredulous shock.

"Sir, I'm a speedster! This baggy vest is seriously disrupting my aerodynamics!"

Zhao Tiezhu rolled his eyes, and the dark barrel of the Gatling gun was pressed directly against Barry's nose.

"Enough with the nonsense! The Traffic Safety Law clearly stipulates that reflective markings must be worn when on duty at night!"

"Do you want to be hit and killed by a dump truck while you're traveling at supersonic speed?"

Barry shuddered in fright and hurriedly pulled the fluorescent vest over his red bodysuit.

Lu Jingyan, dressed in a crisp black police uniform, walked slowly out of the gate, his leather shoes clicking crisply on the floor.

All the superheroes instantly stood up straight as if by conditioned reflex, not daring to even breathe.

"Clark." Lu Jingyan's cold voice rang out.

Superman immediately straightened his back, raised his head, and gave a crooked Chinese military salute: "Present!"

"How badly is that main road in Gotham's East Side in disrepair? It's seriously affecting the speed at which police cars can respond to emergencies."

Lu Jingyan casually tossed over a heavy iron shovel.

"The traffic police squadron reported that the road conditions are extremely poor. You need to go and fix the infrastructure there immediately today. If you don't finish, your attendance record for the month will be deducted."

Superman clutched the shovel tightly, his steel body shivering slightly in the cold wind.

How could he, the son of Krypton, a superhero who has saved the Earth countless times, be reduced to paving asphalt on the streets?

But he didn't dare to resist at all; the man's eyes were filled with a suffocating, tangible force of reality.

Barry.

The Flash immediately shouted back, "Here!"

"An urgent document from the Metropolitan Police Department next door couldn't be transmitted due to a system crash."

Lu Jingyan handed over a manila envelope.

"It must be delivered to the Metropolitan Bureau Chief's office within half an hour. Any delay of even one minute will be considered absenteeism."

"Mission accomplished!"

With a loud shout, a red lightning bolt shot out, leaving only a blinding fluorescent green afterimage in its wake.

Bruce was standing ramrod straight at the very front of the line.

He was not only wearing a fluorescent vest, but also had a black cube device neatly pinned to his chest.

That was a top-of-the-line police body camera, directly connected to the global Skynet system database that Su Xiaoxiao had taken over.

Lu Jingyan walked slowly to Bruce and looked him up and down.

"The uniform collar is not turned up properly, and the appearance is not up to standard. Two points will be deducted."

The Dark Knight of Gotham, the embodiment of fear that once struck terror into the hearts of countless gangsters, was now frantically adjusting his collar.

"Reporting to the Lu Institute! I have memorized the 'Enforcement Standards Guidelines' perfectly!"

"Robbery! Robbery!"

A robber wearing a black hood snatched a woman's handbag and was running frantically into the depths of the alley.

In the past, Batman would have launched his grappling hook and descended from the sky, smashing the opponent's jaw with a single punch.

But now, Bruce's fingertips touched the cold, black switch of the recorder.

His breath caught in his throat for half a second in the damp, cold air of Gotham.

Once, this finger was only used to pull the trigger of a batarang; now, it is pressing the switch to civilization and order.

"drop--"

A faint red light shone in the dark, rainy alley, like a mechanical eye.

"Red light is on, recording is in progress."

Immediately afterwards, Bruce took off with his long legs and sprinted after the robber in the style of a standard 100-meter dash.

As he ran wildly through the rain, he shouted loudly, his breath coming in from his diaphragm.

"Listen up, suspect!"

"We are official auxiliary police officers from the Gotham City Police Department!"

"Your current act of robbery constitutes a serious violation of the relevant provisions of the 'Public Security Administration Punishment Law'!"

"Stop immediately and cooperate with the investigation! Otherwise, we will take coercive measures in accordance with the law!"

The fleeing robbers instinctively looked back and were terrified out of their wits.

A two-meter-tall, muscular man wearing a black bodysuit with a reflective sanitation worker's vest over it was chasing him frantically.

That clear and articulate Mandarin accent was more terrifying than being beaten up.

The robber felt his legs go weak and he knelt heavily on the hard asphalt road with a "thump," burying his face in his hands and wailing.

"Stop reading! I surrender! Please, stop giving me this legal education!"

Bruce strode forward and skillfully pulled out a pair of silver police handcuffs from his waist.

A crisp snapping sound.

The cold gears meshed tightly, their movements as precise as a police academy textbook.

Bruce let out a long sigh of relief, looking down at the trembling criminal, the violent impulse in his mind rapidly subsiding.

There is no bloody violence or bloodshed, only the suppression of the law in its purest form. This feeling seems pretty good, doesn't it?

Just one night later, those arrogant and domineering gangsters on the streets no longer dared to engage in indiscriminate fighting.

Inside an abandoned playground on the outskirts of Arkham Asylum.

Water droplets slowly fell from the moss-covered ceiling and landed on a morning newspaper that smelled of cheap ink.

Under the dim, flickering light, the clown's pupils instantly shrank to the size of pinpoints.

His gaze was fixed on the picture accompanying the front page headline.

Batman, who once soared through the darkness, now stands at a traffic light, stiffly reaching out to help an elderly woman cross the street!

The clown's facial muscles began to malfunction.

The left corner of his mouth was frantically tearing upwards, while the right corner of his eye was twitching nervously.

His proud nemesis, his long-cherished soulmate, has actually become a police auxiliary officer within the system?!

The faith that was completely shattered was not only that of the former Batman, but also that of the uncrowned king of Gotham's criminal underworld.

The clown suddenly stood up, walked to the cracked dressing table, and picked up the scarlet lipstick.

Looking in the mirror, he slowly drew that exaggerated, blood-red smile on his lips.

Then, he casually picked up a high-explosive bomb covered with complicated timers from a wooden box at his feet.

He straightened his filthy purple suit, spread his arms, and looked like a mad theatrical performer about to take the stage.

Facing the empty basement, the clown began his opening narration with great emotion.

Gotham City's safety improved overnight, but the Joker, lurking in the shadows, couldn't sit still. He painted bright red lipstick, grabbed a bomb, and headed towards the police station.