American comics: Starting with replicating Superman's talent

Chapter 365 Batman and the Joker

Gotham City.

The towering, dark buildings stand tall throughout the city, almost reaching the clouds.

White mist rises from the dark clouds, and the bright moon is hidden in the white mist, like a beautiful person wearing a white veil.

A place where glory and evil coexist, this is Gotham City.

Inside a high-rise building in the heart of the city, Bruce, impeccably dressed in a suit, smiled, his elegant and aristocratic demeanor drawing attention from both men and women.

It's not just his personal charisma; Wayne Enterprises' formidable strength is also a reflection of Bruce's personal charisma.

"Mr. Wayne." The old butler, Jack, was also present at the banquet.

"Mr. Jack," Bruce said with a smile, "I am very grateful to the Luther Corporation for their donation to global philanthropy."

"This is Young Master Gino's wish." The old butler smiled and exchanged a few polite words with Bruce before taking a small bottle out of his suit pocket.

"And this is also a gift from Young Master Gino. He said it's a gift to celebrate the first anniversary of your meeting."

As he spoke, Old Jack wore a wry smile. If he didn't know about the ambiguous relationship between Gino, Ms. Diana, and Ms. Zatanna, he would have been genuinely worried that his young master was attracted to men.

"A gift from Mr. Gino?" Bruce's expression remained unchanged as he smiled and accepted the gift box from Jack, opening it as he did so.

Then, a round black gemstone pendant was quietly placed inside the gift box.

"This thing."

Bruce picked up the pendant. As someone who knew Gino's identity and who knew his, he didn't think Gino would give him a pendant for no reason. Was this a sign?

Or is it some kind of hint?

For a moment, Bruce's mind was racing.

Bruce was even somewhat perfunctory towards the people who came to greet him next.

There's no way around it; in Bruce's, or rather Batman's, heart, the most important person is Geno Lex Luthor, followed by Clark Kent.

This doesn't mean Bruce likes them; he doesn't like men. But their formidable strength has always been a formidable obstacle in Bruce's mind.

Although you're teammates, it doesn't mean I don't doubt you.

This is the bat's doctrine of skepticism: always harboring the greatest malice towards a person and meticulously planning everything.

But what Batman kept to himself and didn't tell anyone was that he secretly used the Kryptonite scattered around to create a whole bunch of weapons specifically designed to target Superman.

Kryptonite spear, Kryptonite bullets, Kryptonite armor.

These things are guaranteed to work 100% for Clark Batman, but Batman can't guarantee they'll work for Ginobili.

After all, the other party's abilities are similar to those of the Kryptonians, but the only difference is precisely what Batman finds most frustrating: Gino seems unafraid of Kryptonite. Even though he can fly and shoot crimson beams from his eyes, he is simply not afraid of Kryptonite.

Bruce held onto the pendant tightly until the banquet ended, when his butler Alfred approached him with a smile.

"Sir, the banquet is over, you should rest now."

Alfred glanced at his master, his gaze settling on the necklace in Bruce's hand, and couldn't help but exclaim, "A very interesting transparent necklace."

Bruce: ? ? ?

A transparent necklace?

He lowered his head, looking at the transparent, smooth necklace in his hand.

"No, it was black when I first saw this necklace!"

Bruce was filled with doubts.

"Perhaps you're just too tired and misread it?"

"No, Alfred, this concerns Gino Luther, we can't be careless about anything."

He secretly made up his mind that he would give the chain a thorough and detailed inspection when he returned to the bat cave.

Then pay some more money to have that scum Constantine test whether the chain has any magical curses or anything like that.

Just as I was thinking this, my phone suddenly rang in my pocket.

"Beep beep beep~"

This cell phone is Bruce's private number; most people don't have it.

The fact that someone can get through to this call means that you know them and that you have a very good relationship with them.

Bruce took out his phone from his pocket and answered it.

"hello?"

Before he could react, a voice that sent chills down Bruce's spine rang out from the other end of the phone.

"Hello, my favorite little bat!"

The voice was so hoarse, somber, and so sharp, like a monster made up of tens of thousands of molecular thoughts speaking to you.

"In the basement monitoring room of the Landon Building in the music city, there is a gift I left for you."

"I hope you go and take a look soon, don't keep me waiting."

Hearing the other person's words, Bruce clenched his fists tightly and said in a low voice, "Joker."

The Joker, a figure of vital importance to Batman, yet also his nightmare.

This guy's purpose is to defeat Batman and tell him that order is a lie, and only chaos is eternal.

The two have been fighting for a long time. The Joker has always wanted Batman to kill him, thereby breaking down Batman's beliefs, destroying Batman's spirit, and turning him into a chaotic and unpredictable monster.

"Beep beep beep~"

After hanging up the phone, Bruce put the pendant back into the box and handed it to Alfred: "Keep this safe for me. That madman Joker has escaped from Arkham Asylum, and I have to go stop him."

In Batman's view, the Joker is far more dangerous than Bane or the Riddler.

Some lunatics and psychopaths just want you to play games with them, while others want the whole world to go mad.

The Joker is undoubtedly the latter.

Swish!

The hook and lock caught on the eaves of the tall building and swayed.

It must be said that Wayne Enterprises, as the largest and most prominent company in Gotham City, has embedded grappling hooks in every part of the roof of its high-rise buildings, which allowed Batman to arrive at the crime scene in just ten minutes.

The entrance to the high-rise building had already been cordoned off with yellow police tape, and the two policemen, who looked like they were from the music industry, did not try to stop Bruce when he arrived.

They stepped aside, and one of them even thoughtfully helped Batman set up a safety cordon to let him in.

The basement was pitch black, dimly lit, and devoid of any human presence.

"Batman, you're here."

Gordon, holding a coffee and still wearing his brown trench coat, walked up behind Batman.

"Another sleepless night tonight, huh?"

When Gordon says the syllable "ha," he draws out the word, making you hear helplessness, pain, and a touch of numbness in the sound.

"It's like this every day." Batman took a few steps forward, swaying his bat-cloak, his voice calm: "Every city has its own troubles, and some people in Metropolis can't even end their own lives."

As he walked inside, Batman didn't forget to tell a corny joke.

(End of this chapter)