There is no Batman in Gotham City comics.

Chapter 19 Epilogue

As he left the nightclub, Oswald's face was filled with disappointment.

Because of his recklessness and cowardice, the two almost died at the hands of Falcone.

"Wei, I'm sorry..."

This was already the umpteenth time he had apologized; Oswald's voice was muffled in his chest as he dared not look up and meet Qin Wei's gaze.

"What's there to apologize for?" Qin Wei seemed relaxed, stretching comfortably in the early morning breeze.

"At least your judgment is correct. There is indeed a rift between Falcone and Maroni, and we have achieved our goal and received our mission. We won't be idle for a while."

"You...you're not really going to become Mr. Falcone's spy, are you? It's best not to get involved in this kind of thing. Being caught between two big shots, we ants are destined to be crushed."

Oswald looked terrified. His recent setbacks had worn down his fighting spirit to almost nothing, and the confident and flamboyant Oswald of a few days ago was nowhere to be seen.

"What's wrong, little penguin! Not only are you not growing taller, but you've also lost your manhood?"

Qin Wei suddenly blurted out a piece of trash talk, and Oswald thought he had misheard.

"What did you say?"

"I'm telling you, you little penguin, you idiot!"

Oswald's features contorted, and a flush of anger crept up his neck and cheeks.

He simply couldn't believe that Qin Wei, whom he considered his best friend, would deliberately provoke him.

"Wei, I don't want to argue with you, but you'd better give me an explanation!"

"Did I say something wrong, little penguin?! Woohoo~ Why is your face so red? And your eyes are blinking, are you going to cry and go back to your mother?"

boom!

Oswald responded to Qin Wei's provocation with a heavy punch, and the latter retaliated with a punch of his own.

The two started fighting, but strangely, neither of them dodged. They took each other's punches head-on, as if they had joined a fight club, venting their frustrations freely.

After playing for a full ten minutes, Oswald finally gave up.

He fell to the ground with a thud, his face covered with bruises of all sizes, and his right eyelid bulged out, almost filling his deep eye socket.

Qin Wei wasn't in much better shape; his entire face was deformed, his nose was crooked to one side, and saliva mixed with blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. A perfectly handsome young man had been beaten into a leper dwarf.

The two stared at each other, then burst out laughing at the same time.

"You bastard, my fist hurts, doesn't it? Look at your ridiculous nose!"

"Go to hell with Oswald, you've already been KO'd by me and you're still babbling on." Qin Wei laughed and cursed, reaching out to pull the other person up.

This outburst swept away the pressure that had been building up inside them and helped Oswald rediscover himself.

"Wei! You're right, we can't be subservient to anyone, we're going to take down Maroni! But this time it's not about revenge, nor is it about being a good dog wagging its tail at Falcone; it's because we have the ability, and this position is fucking ours!"

Qin Wei nodded in satisfaction; this was exactly the effect he wanted.

If Gotham doesn't have Batman, and no one can stand up for justice, then the only way to maintain its stability is to build a high wall of order with the bricks of evil.

He had to do this so that he wouldn't be controlled or forced by anyone, and Oswald would be his best helper.

He will also do everything in his power to help Oswald ascend the throne and become the king of Gotham's underworld.

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Three days later, Qin Wei's external injuries had almost healed, but as for the bruises on his cheeks...

It doesn't seem to affect his striking good looks.

The two earned a total of $10 from Maronny on this job.

Oswald immediately bought himself a Ford Mustang and drove it to the lower districts to recruit followers.

After all, the "senators" of the "Senate" all died in the casino massacre, and without their subordinates, they couldn't get anything done.

During this period of having nothing to do, Qin Wei first went to Gordon's house to return the money.

Gordon was on duty at the time, and Barbara made him a strawberry-filled pancake to satisfy his hunger.

After chatting with this enthusiastic and innocent girl for a while, I learned that she would be going to university after the summer vacation. She applied to a police academy, wanting to follow in her father's footsteps.

Qin Wei didn't say much. After all, according to the original timeline, Barbara would become Batgirl and fall in love with Robin, but in this world without Batman, everything was uncertain.

Afterwards, he went to the hospital to visit Brock and bought some fruit according to his hometown custom.

But the bearded policeman wasn't in the ward. Qin Wei looked around and found Brock chatting with a pretty girl at the nurses' station, leaning on his cane.

"Then I won't bother him," Qin Wei thought, and quietly left after putting down the fruit basket.

The last stop was Selena, Qin Wei said, pulling out a note.

That night, Catwoman wrote down Falcone's address on a piece of paper. Qin Wei flipped the paper over and found another address.

Following the address, he took the light rail to the fashionable downtown area and found the yoga studio inside an office building.

Selena is a coach at this venue. As it was getting close to closing time, the students gradually left, leaving only her stretching in front of the mirror.

Her body on the yoga mat was as supple and graceful as a cat's. Selena gripped her ankles with both hands, stretching her body into a bow shape. This pose was quite difficult. She pursed her red lips, and the fragrant sweat that slid down her fair neck soaked through her gray vest, flowing over her firm abs and dampening the waistband of her yoga pants.

The near-perfect curves of that body left Qin Wei momentarily dazed.

After some time, he looked up and found Selena tilting her head and staring at him with a mischievous smile on her face.

"Is it pretty?"

"Michelangelo would also praise it," Qin Wei exclaimed sincerely.

"I'm going to take a shower. Let's have dinner together later. I have some questions I want to ask you."

The two walked out of the office building. A gentle summer breeze blew against their faces. Selena closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and naturally took Qin Wei's arm.

It was an unconscious action, but she was still startled when she touched Qin Wei's firm arm muscles.

Do you exercise regularly?

"It seems so."

Qin Wei scratched his head. Before he transmigrated, he would also go to the gym whenever he had time, not to build muscle, but just to prevent his body, which he had been sitting for long periods of time, from rusting and rotting.

But this body is different. You might not be able to tell anything when it's clothed, but once you take it off, you'll find that its muscles, sculpted like granite, are so perfect that they seem abnormal.

Qin Wei had also wondered if he might be Bruce Wayne. But there was no evidence to prove it. He couldn't get into Wayne Enterprises, and he couldn't find Alfred in the abandoned manor.

More importantly, he didn't want to find the answer to that question.

He didn't want to bear the heavy burden of Batman's mission.

"What would you like to eat?" Seeing that Qin Wei didn't want to answer, Selena took the initiative to change the subject.

Upon hearing this, Qin Wei suddenly felt nostalgic for the taste of his hometown.

I want to eat dumplings.

"Dumplings? Maybe they'll have them in Chinatown, right next to Brown Bridge, just across the city center."

Chinatown? Qin Wei's heart skipped a beat when he heard the name. Although he couldn't go back, the framework of the Gotham world was built according to the real world. There, he could hear his native accent and taste authentic local flavors.

"Let's go to Chinatown!"

Qin Wei was extremely excited and shook off Selena's hand, about to run to the light rail platform.

Where are you going?

"Selena called out. A deep, powerful engine roared behind Qin Wei. He turned around and saw that Catwoman had already put on her helmet, and the matte black Ducati Diavel beneath her was trembling with the roar of the engine.

That's so cool! Qin Wei whistled.