I'm in an American comic book, and all my teammates are main characters and bosses.

Chapter 111 Gotham is still too urbanized

"Damn, that's so touching."

Looking at the father and son, Ron's face was filled with amazement, and he couldn't help but clap his hands and say:

"This is the first time I've ever seen a father and son both wanting the other to retire early. It's outrageous. This scene definitely should be in the sci-fi section. I feel like Bumblebee would want to rip the exhaust pipe off the SUV downstairs from me if he saw this!"

Although they were clapping, Ron wasn't the type to ruin the atmosphere. He had set up a sound-isolating arcane field around them beforehand, so Ron's clapping wouldn't be heard by either Old Man and Little Man, who were having a party right there.

Upon hearing this, Drake nodded in deep agreement, but still said with a hint of regret, "Although it feels like things happened very suddenly, if the other party is Batman, then it doesn't seem to make any sense... Hmm, could it be out of spite? After all, it happened so suddenly and so explosively."

"How could this be a fit of pique! This is an exchange between two Batmen!"

Compared to Drake, who was more of a straight-laced guy with a penchant for technology, Barbara, being a woman, was clearly more perceptive. Hearing Drake's words, Barbara couldn't help but look exasperated and say:

"You know Batman's personality. They weren't just being stubborn; that's what they really thought. Although it happened suddenly, I'm sure this is Batman's true feeling."

She paused, then added, "Our world's Batman."

"Bat-Little Dun," Ron offered a fitting internal nickname.

However, considering Ron's previous behavior of pursuing and enjoying himself, Drake and Barbara rationally activated their ear-filtering system and pretended not to hear it.

As expected of the young bats of the Bat Family, they are all so young yet so old. They've only known Ron for a short time, and they've already learned the methods that Ciri learned through countless lessons.

"Will people die?"

After a moment of silence, Todd suddenly spoke. As expected of the second Robin, he immediately attracted everyone's attention as soon as he spoke. Even Barry, who was feeling guilty and withdrawn, looked up slightly to indicate what had happened.

To this, Todd said, "I know Batman... the Batman of our world. He's someone who would never kill; that's his bottom line as Batman. In his view, once you cross that line, you're no different from any other murderer or supervillain."

"But this old Batman... he doesn't seem to mind killing?"

Hearing Todd's question, which sounded like confirmation, Ron nodded and said:

"Pretty much. According to the Batman of your world, killing one murderer doesn't necessarily reduce the number of murderers in the world."

Upon hearing this, Barbara and the others nodded. Yes, because killing a murderer means that the person who was supposed to uphold justice also becomes a murderer—even if that person deserves to die, they should be brought to justice by law, not subjected to vigilante justice.

“But Thomas is different,” Ron said. “According to Thomas’s philosophy, Bruce’s statement certainly applies, but we should add one more thing: not enough have been killed.”

"what?"

Upon hearing this, the three little ones were stunned, while Barry had already buried his head in his chest, clearly having guessed what Ron wanted to say.

"Kill two, and you reduce the number by one," Ron said with a grin. "So killing people doesn't reduce the number of murderers in the world; it just means we haven't killed enough. The more you kill, the more you earn."

As he spoke, Ron gazed wistfully at the black silhouettes of Gotham City's skyscrapers in the distance.

"Gotham is still too urbanized."

Upon hearing Ron's words, Todd couldn't help but shake his head—the first few sentences had stirred Todd's emotions, but the last sentence suddenly made him feel that Thomas was a murderous monster.

However, Todd wasn't stupid; he could somewhat understand the sarcasm in Ron's words. Looking at the indifferent Thomas, Todd had clearly made up his mind.

Meanwhile, compared to Batboy and Ron's casual banter, Thomas and Bruce's exchange was much more intense.

However, unlike Bruce, who had too many concerns and too many principles, Thomas did not have Bruce's bottom line.

"I already know this city you're in. Don't worry, I'm fully prepared, absolutely prepared."

Thomas said, "I will transform Gotham into a crime-free paradise, where every child will no longer have to worry about any dangers lurking on the streets."

"So, what's the price?"

"The price is death." In response to Bruce's question, Thomas calmly replied, "No matter how they try to escape or hide, as long as they harbor evil intentions, I will be waiting for them at the end called death."

Thomas paused, then nodded in satisfaction and looked at Bruce, saying, "Well done. Even under these circumstances, you were able to think calmly and make the right decision."

"But you're mistaken. The moment I arrived at Wayne Manor, my system took over. The security measures here are completely ineffective against me. At least for now, this isn't your lair, but my palace."

"..."

Realizing that Thomas had discovered his manipulation of Wayne Manor's defense system via a microcomputer, Bruce showed little embarrassment. After a moment of silence, he calmly said:

"You know I won't give up easily."

"That's right, because there can only be one Batman in Gotham. And in Gotham's leaden clouds, there can only be one cape to hold all the moonlight."

Thomas said, "So, give it a try. See if you can save them before I kill them."

"I'm telling you this very seriously, Bruce, this isn't a game. And I don't want you to get hurt. But if you insist on stopping me..."

After a pause, Thomas calmly continued:

"I only hope that you can live a peaceful life as Bruce Jr.... Even if you are left with a disability, the Wayne family's wealth is enough to live a perfect life, which is better than struggling on the brink of life and death."

"Shut up! Thomas! Shut up!!"

Suddenly, an angry voice came from the side. Wearing an elegant black evening gown, with long green hair cascading down her back, Martha was clearly dressed up carefully. However, she was obviously furious because of the incompetent words and actions of her irresponsible father.

But when the mother's eyes fell on her son, all her anger vanished in an instant.

"Bruce, little Bruce! Waaah, it's me, it's Mommy!! I've finally seen you again!!"

Alfred, standing to the side, couldn't help but purse his lips—for the young master, this mother was much more difficult to deal with than his father.

(End of this chapter)