American comics: I became a god at the beginning, I chose to practice both science and magic

"Bruce, what's wrong with you? What are you doing?"

"Who are you? What does my condition have to do with you?"

Clark meant well, but Bruce didn't appreciate it at all. He picked up a bottle on the ground and blew it into his mouth.

But the bottle of wine was empty. Bruce poured it for a long time but there was not a drop of wine left. He threw it away.

"Wine! Alf, where's my wine!"

"Are you sure he's the one we're looking for?"

"I'm sure, Diana, even though he's a drunk now, he's a smart man when he's sober."

But Dane soon felt something was wrong. Judging from Bruce's appearance, he had been like this for a long time.

If he hadn't been out for such a long time, how chaotic would Gotham be?

"This city gives me a bad feeling. It's gloomy and damp."

Diana accurately pointed out the characteristics of Gotham.

"Don't underestimate this place. The villains that come out of here may not be very powerful, but they basically all have two unique skills."

"Some people even managed to get their hands on nuclear warheads. If Batman hadn't dealt with them in time, there would have been a pretty nice fireworks show here."

"But when we came here just now, we clearly saw that it was calm and nothing happened."

"That's why I'm even more worried. In a place like Gotham, peace is more terrifying than chaos."

"Because you don't know what's hidden beneath the calm surface."

"It seems you know Gotham well."

These words were spoken by Bruce who seemed to be completely drunk. No one expected that he was actually sober.

"When did you wake up?"

Clark looked at him blankly, feeling like a fool.

"From the moment you entered this house."

Bruce roughly pushed Clark's hand away and simply smoothed his hair.

Dane pondered, "How many surveillance cameras do you have in this house?"

Bruce said coldly, "They're everywhere you can see them. Okay, now it's my turn to ask, who are you?"

"We are the Justice League!"

Clark puffed out his chest and said proudly.

Bruce nodded, not knowing if he understood or not, and then he asked:

"How do you know my true identity?"

"Oh, well, actually many people in Gotham know your true identity."

As Dane spoke, Bruce's face twitched, and he continued to finish off the opponent:

"Look, Batman's props, high-tech equipment, and everything else all cost money."

"He's out and about every night, proving he has plenty of free time."

"I have money and free time. Bruce Wayne just returned to Gotham and Batman started to appear. And the most important thing is..."

Dane looked at him strangely:

"Do you think that if you cover the upper half of your face, no one will recognize your chin? Your cleavage is very obvious."

The beauty groove is commonly known as the butt chin, which is a very obvious groove on the chin.

Bruce's groove is quite deep and his personal identity is very strong.

In fact, the villains in Gotham who did not discover Batman's true identity were more because they were not familiar with Bruce Wayne, otherwise they would have recognized him at a glance.

After listening to Dane's analysis, Bruce's face had completely darkened, and his icy face almost couldn't hold together.

He could only try to save his dignity and said in a low voice: "What do you want to do here?"

"You have phlegm in your throat? Why are you talking like that?"

Now Bruce really couldn't hold it in any longer. Who are you? It's rude to expose other people's shortcomings, do you know?

"I don't!"

"Hey, that's the right way to talk. We're all family, why are you pretending?"

Bruce turned his head away, not wanting to talk to Dane anymore.

Diana and Clark laughed at the same time, thinking that Dane was too mean.

Only then did Dane become serious: "We are here to invite you to join the Justice League."

"Justice League? Is this some third-rate Boy Scout organization?"

Bruce scoffed, dismissive.

Dane rolled his eyes and nodded thoughtfully:

"You're right, the three of us are 'Boy Scouts'."

"But no matter what, we won't treat criminals like villains in a game of house, capturing and releasing them over and over again..."

Bruce looked at Dane with red eyes: "What do you know! What qualifications do you have to say that!"

Dane said a few names lightly: "Rachel, Barbara, Jason..."

Bruce's momentum waned with each name he mentioned.

The forced cleverness and ability he had shown quickly disappeared, and he returned to his drunken and dreamy look.

"I appreciate your adherence to the 'no kill' principle, but the way you implemented it was too extreme."

Dane pulled no punches.

"You know full well that some criminals are simply beyond redemption, and procedural justice cannot sentence them to death. That's why Gotham is in such chaos."

"This city itself lacks the resolve to punish evil, so it needs you, Batman, to help it exercise the necessary 'justice'."

Isn’t it necessary “justice” to execute a murderer?

These words made Clark frown, and he was more inclined to Batman's "no killing" principle.

But his reasons are different from Batman's. Clark doesn't like killing by nature.

Diana on the side agreed with Dane's words.

For her, if necessary, completely physically destroying the enemy is the simplest and most effective means.

Legitimate violence is always necessary. It is precisely because ordinary people cannot do it that they hope that "heroes" can help them do it.

Help them to carry out the simple justice in their hearts.

“No, we can’t do that…”

Bruce muttered to himself:

"We must have a bottom line to prevent ourselves from becoming like criminals. If even we lose control, who can stop us? What kind of justice is justice if it's stained with blood?"

"We have no right to take another person's life, even if he is a criminal..."

Dane approached him and whispered:

"Bruce, have you ever thought that from the first day you put on the bat suit to fight criminals, you have already been a criminal!"

"Does the law give you the power to arrest them? Does it give you the power to lynch them?"

"You hide in the bat cave every day and use surveillance cameras to spy on the privacy of the entire city. Who gave you such power?"

He snapped, "You dragged Barbara, Dick, and Jason, these good kids, into this. Did you protect them?"

"No! You allowed a lunatic like the Joker to torture them and kill them."

"This is all your fault!"

Bruce's eyes were dull and he seemed to be deaf to everything.

Dane stood up and looked down at him:

"You shouldn't be like this. It's precisely because the official power is unable to punish crazy criminals like the Joker, the Riddler, and the Scarecrow that you decided to stand up, right?"

"Now that you've done this, now that you've become Gotham's 'Dark Knight,' why not do it more thoroughly?"

"Remember what I just said? Gotham has been a little too quiet lately."

Dane's words seemed to wake him up. Bruce raised his head and stared at him. "What do you mean?"

"Don't look at me like I have any bad intentions."

"Let me ask you, based on your understanding of your 'old friends', is it normal for them to be so quiet during this period?"

As soon as Dane finished speaking, as if by appointment, Bruce's watch started to sound an alarm.

This is from the supercomputer in the Batcave.

Usually, when this thing goes off, it means someone is making big news in Gotham.

Bruce ignored the three of them and went straight to his room.

Dane didn't bother to be polite with him and chased after him with Clark and Diana.

Bruce saw them coming, but still ignored them.

He pressed a button on one of the walls in the room, and after palm print recognition, the secret room opened, revealing an elevator.

Dane climbed up familiarly. Clark and Diana looked at each other and followed curiously.

Bruce still didn't respond. The elevator carried the four people deep underground and finally stopped in a dark cave.

As soon as Bruce stepped onto the platform, lights came on around him, illuminating the dark cave.

This is the Batcave, Batman's secret base.

Clark and Diana looked at the surrounding furnishings and buildings with curiosity, especially focusing on those technological products whose technical level was obviously much higher than those on the market.

Bruce sat down in the chair in the main control room, turned on the computer, and a piece of intercepted news was displayed on the big screen.

The picture shows a bust of a man wearing a hood, a mask like a rag sack on his face, and a breathing mask covering his mouth.

He is a scarecrow.

This was a live broadcast from five minutes ago. In the lower left corner of the live screen, there was a small screen showing a massacre that took place in a restaurant.

On the small screen, a police officer was shooting the citizens around him like crazy.

The citizens were also killing each other, as if they were dominated by some kind of illusion.

The scarecrow said on the big screen:

"I used only five ounces of my new gas for this demonstration. Tomorrow, this display will look like nothing more than a child's play."

"Residents of Gotham, you will only get this one warning..."

Chapter 017 The Naughty Child is Out of the Cage

Clark looked at the restaurant on the news and felt like he had seen it somewhere.

When he saw the policeman who was arrested for murder, he suddenly remembered that it was Officer Owens.

And that restaurant was "Pauli's Diner" which he frequented when he first arrived in Gotham a year ago.

That's also where Clark first met Jason Todd.

The Scarecrow's words quickly caused panic in Gotham City. Ten minutes later, frightened citizens gathered at the door of the Gotham Police Station.

The police were sternly urged to severely punish the murderer.

But I'm not exaggerating, the Gotham Police Department doesn't have this ability.

Except for Director Gordon and his men, the others can't even do anything.

Even Commissioner Gordon couldn't figure out how many of his men were gangsters.

This has caused him a lot of anxiety recently, and his hairline is visibly receding.

But there was no progress in catching the Scarecrow.