dhibooks Chapter 20 Gotham Horror
Chapter 20 Gotham Horror
Gotham, Wayne's private apartment.
With a bag in his hand, Clark hurried out of the elevator. When he looked up, he saw Alfred standing with folded arms at the end of the entrance outside the elevator. Clark slowed down, and Alfred stretched out his hand to stop Clark. , Clark leaned in and saw the closed door of the master bedroom of the apartment.
Clark looked at the sullen butler, opened his mouth, but didn't ask any questions.
Clark heard Alfred speak slowly, the British accent was always soothing and peaceful with a bit of seriousness, Alfred said: "Mr. Kent," Clark even stepped back listening to the serious tone One step, then nodded, eyes full of doubts, Alfred continued: "I have already praised Master Bruce's brave and fearless actions..." Alfred paused.
Clark made a nasal "hmm".
"This is Batman's first victory, but to put it bluntly, because the case brought up by Falconi can only be regarded as a trivial matter," Alfred continued: "So, Mr. Kent, I hope It's for the good of Master Bruce that you can be serious and angry."
Clark's hand trembled, and he stretched out his index finger and pointed at himself: "Me?" You are not allowed to praise Bruce and severely reprimand him?
"Yes, can you?" Alfred's interrogative sentence was full of affirmation.
Alfred held Clark's hand motionless, and Clark nodded.Alfred lowered his hand, Clark didn't move immediately, the Kryptonian raised his hand and rubbed his face, crushing the corners of his slightly raised mouth.
Just badass Bruce, a little harsher, a little more angry—Clark pumped himself up with self-doubt—he couldn't bear it.
Alfred bowed to express his gratitude, and then, the butler said, "The medical supplies are in the room, please take care of the master's wound. I'll prepare supper for you."
Clark organized his words in his mind, and then walked towards the closed bedroom door. He raised his hand and knocked on the door, "Please come in." Then, Clark turned the doorknob and walked in without closing the door.
Bruce was sitting sideways on a chaise longue against the bedroom wall, wearing a silk pajamas belt loosely tied around his waist.
The temperature of the central air conditioner is a bit low, and the cold air is blowing out from the air outlet of the air conditioner. There is a blanket on his body. Bruce is facing out of the window. His injured right arm is on the blanket. The wound is only wrapped with white gauze, and the wound is bleeding. .At this moment Bruce looked back at Clark, looking a little lazy.
Clark's second glance fell on the big, quiet fluffy body. The big white-haired dog squatting at Bruce's feet whimpered pitifully, moved its legs, moved to Bruce's legs, and put the dog's head Putting it on Bruce's lap, the dog once again realized how eccentric his master is.
But the dog is still wagging its tail happily, and Xiao Krypton still likes the arrival of his father Clark.
Clark walked up to Bruce. He pulled a chair beside him and put it on the table. Clark pointed to the chair. Bruce stood up from the chair slowly and sat on the chair. Clark put his hands in his backpack. The object is taken out.
Items for suturing wounds, anesthesia/anesthetics, absorbable sutures, bandages, adhesive plasters, etc. are neatly placed in the medical box.
Clark first slid his finger on the strap of the watch on his left arm, turned on the red pyranometer on his left arm, and then put on the latex gloves. He picked up the scissors, lowered his head, and cut off the clothes on Bruce's right arm. Holding Bruce's arm, Clark cut off the rough bandage, and then slowly peeled off the bandage around the wound. When only the last layer was left, Clark glanced at Bruce.
Clark stared at Bruce, who was trying to relax. Bruce saw that Clark was looking at him, and blinked his right eye at him. The Kryptonian held back his laughter and slowly opened the wound. Bruce snorted, and Clark said coolly : "Does it hurt?"
Bruce hissed and said, "It doesn't hurt."
Wound cleaning, disinfection, anesthesia.
Clark sewed up Bruce's wound without saying a word. Clark's movements were as gentle as possible. He used natural absorbable sutures to sew up the knife wound on Bruce's right forearm. After dressing his wound, Clark lingered in fear all night. In front of Bruce, he crossed his arms and asked condescendingly, "Are you okay?"
Bruce raised his head, and with a somewhat suspicious softening manner, he replied, "It's pretty good."
"It's good, um, it's good," Clark nodded, and said in his mouth: "It's good, the entire Gotham, most of the residents are screaming tonight, the poisonous fog is rising, and Wei En’s family’s ancestral house burned down, and you’re injured like this, it’s fine if you tell me!”
Clark was so fierce that even the dog's tail wagging motion was stiff. The Kryptonian dog gave a pitiful "bark", as if begging Clark for mercy instead of Bruce. Clark lowered his head and glared at the ghost. Gouzi, Gouzi stretched out his red tongue and licked his nose, then Bruce stretched out his left hand and held down the dog's head.
The dog's tail began to wag again.
Clark snorted.
Little Krypton froze its wagging tail, and pursed its ears. After a while, it rubbed against Bruce's hand, pulled its dog's head out of Bruce's hand, took a step or two back, and the dog ran away.
Bruce couldn't help laughing, it was hard for Xiao Krypton to see the serious and angry Clark, and the dog who couldn't resist Clark's aura and was a little guilty just slipped away.
Clark turned his head away, and when he turned around again, the uncontrollable smile disappeared. He said to Bruce very seriously, "I want to hear, what happened tonight?"
Bruce cleared his throat and suppressed the smile on his face. He had to cooperate with his stern and fierce friend's "questioning", but he said, "You know."
Clark glared at Bruce, who refused to cooperate, and said, "I want to hear from you."
"Okay," Bruce said, propping his chin with his left hand and pointing his head towards the other chair, "sit."
Clark pulled the chair closer and sat across from Bruce.
"Before tonight, first of all, Rachel's boss, the Gotham prosecutor's whereabouts were unknown, and I knew that the prosecution had reached the core of the case." Bruce briefly explained the situation, and then continued: "According to your According to the pharmacological analysis of the poison, the poison is extremely volatile, which is very similar to the powder I inhaled when I was training in the Shadow Warrior Alliance."
"Poisons greatly magnify the fear in people's hearts, and if they inhale too much, they will be fatal." Bruce tilted his head slightly, and after relaxing, he was a little tired and a little excited after the battle, and he said: "But at that time, I have yet to associate this poison with the Shadow Fighters League."
Clark nodded, and he wasn't listening to Bruce all the time, so what he knew about Batman's investigation was fragmented.
"Tonight, I held a banquet at the manor," Bruce said. "It was just an ordinary business party, an ordinary social party, and by the way, I will maintain my playboy personality."
"In the afternoon, when Rachel came to see me, I was playing with two girls in my arms." Bruce looked at Clark and raised his eyebrows. Of course, this play is not a literal play but an extended play. Bruce looked at his friend helplessly. With a familiar look, he said, "You probably didn't hear my conversation with Rachel."
"Yes," Clark pinched the bridge of his nose, and said, "Generally speaking, once you start flirting, I won't pay attention to you anymore."
For example, Clark is a supercomputer that can process signals at high speed, and Bruce is a real-time online signal marked as "highly concerned" on the network. Once this signal makes certain sounds, Clark will immediately block this signal. Clark's attention Force will not refocus for at least two hours.
Otherwise, it would be too strange for Clark to suddenly turn red while talking to someone.
"Rachel was disappointed in me," Bruce said with a slight sigh, "but while she was talking to me, she answered the phone. Her boss had been missing for days, which in Gotham means the police have The search for his body could begin, and Rachel also said on the phone that Falconi went crazy after seeing Dr. Klein."
Bruce said: "Rachel went to the Arkham Sanatorium to question Klein. I traced it there. Rachel was poisoned. After the battle..." Bruce skipped the thrilling scene in an understatement, and Bruce continued: "I took Rachel went back to the Batcave and injected her with the antidote."
"I saw the Batmobile flying on the overpass in Gotham TV's aerial photography," Clark said with a bit of complaint: "There are too many old-fashioned houses in Gotham. If it is not flying in the sky, it is difficult for me to see someone. Some scenes. According to the live broadcast time of the aerial Batmobile, the party will have already started when you come back."
"That's right," Bruce said, leaning back, "but I didn't expect that at the banquet, I met an unexpected person."
Clark nodded, and he said, "I was also surprised when I heard your conversation with him."
The leader of the Shadow Warrior Alliance, the ninja master who taught Bruce the skills, a benevolent, decisive and highly skilled mentor in Bruce's description, but the true identity of the mentor who saved Bruce's life was the leader of the Shadow Warrior Alliance, and The dead Nalars Al Ghul was the stand-in of the ninja master.
Bruce smiled. He remembered that the big white-haired dog was wandering outside the manor without his order, and ran in hastily after the outsiders had left, and together with Alfred, he lifted up the beam that fell on him and rescued him. his scene.
"I drove away all the guests at the banquet, and the fire that ignited destroyed my manor," Bruce said, his eyes darkened: "I ordered Xiao Krypton to leave and wait for me in a safe place. You know, Little Krypton's ability is too similar to yours, I don't want to expose the relationship between Bruce Wayne and Superman, it's too dangerous for you."
Clark didn't comment on this, but the corners of his mouth curled up a little.
Finally, Bruce said: "Lars al Ghul wanted to completely destroy Gotham, the city of sin, and as you heard, he failed."
Clark nodded, but he said: "You missed something, Bruce," Clark said with a bit of sarcasm: "What you said to Rachel, 'In the city of Gotham, the law is almost Guilty and gorgeous decoration, you can firmly do what you think is right, Rachel, I actually admire you.'”
Bruce said this sentence to Rachel in Wayne Manor, and Batman in the suit also said this sentence to Rachel when he flew down the eaves. Almost at the moment of hearing this sentence, Rachel Cho knew who was behind Batman's mask.
Bruce wanted to shrug smartly, but he frowned at the wound.Bruce said: "Rachel's job is too dangerous. We have the same position and the same goal. It doesn't hurt to tell her."
Gull installed a high-pressure vaporization weapon on the Gotham City Railway train, and a few days ago, Gotham's tap water system was put into the poisonous gas powder, and the high-pressure vaporization weapon in the train roaring through the city made the city streets The water in the water pipes in the alleys was vaporized, and the entire city was filled with water vapor that dissolved the horrible poisonous gas.
Bruce's description was too light and he omitted almost all the details. That night, with the help of the terrorist gas, the Batman flying over the city became a terror that the city would never forget, whether criminals or civilians.
And Batman, after a tough fight with the ninja master, finally won.
"Very good." Clark couldn't help but conclude that although he didn't witness the battle with his own eyes, the voice that flooded into his ears told him that the crisis of the entire city had been resolved.
Bruce put his hands on the armrest of the chair, looked at his best friend who couldn't hold back the expression in his eyes, and said, "The ancestral house of the Wayne family burned down, and I'm injured like this. I tell you it's fine," this sentence It was almost exactly the same as what Clark said just now, Clark couldn't help it, and smiled.
Clark scratched his chin with his fingers, and said, "I will send you one as soon as the Trauma Gene Level Restoration Instrument is ready."
Bruce stared at Clark, yawned, a tired Master Bruce tilted his head a little more from his bones, Clark stood up, walked around behind Bruce, and put a hand on Bruce's left shoulder—— The right arm was injured, and Clark rubbed his shoulder very professionally. Bruce made a comfortable nasal voice and said, "Below."
"Knock knock." Alfred stood at the door of the bedroom, and both of them turned their heads to look at the butler. Alfred put his hands on his chest, adhering to the butler's etiquette. Alfred said: "Mr. Bruce , Mr. Kent, the supper is ready, please eat some and go to bed early."
Bruce nodded lazily, stood up and walked to the dining room, Clark followed behind, a step behind, after passing Alfred's room, Clark couldn't help moving his hands hanging on his waist, the butler raised his eyebrows, and said : "Mr. Kent, why can't you be strict with the master?"
Clark raised his head, and bravely glared at the steward--you... can you be strict?
Then, Clark walked quickly, just like the big pile of fluff, and slipped away quickly.
Clark walked to the restaurant and saw that Bruce had already sat down before his supper, while his big white dog was wagging his tail happily, pouted his butt and ate his head up in front of the dog bowl of Alfred's special dog food Do not lift.
Clark opened the dining chair and sat in front of his own late-night snack. The late-night snack was Chinese-style Cantonese-style sugar water. The round, white glutinous rice balls were very cute in the soup. Bruce swallowed the food in his mouth, and he said: "Say Get up, tomorrow is the last day of this month, have you finished your work?"
Alfred's special sesame glutinous rice balls are too delicious, Clark chewed slowly and swallowed the food in his mouth, and then replied: "Tomorrow is the last day of vacation before I start the job. It’s so rich and colorful,” the half-fed Kryptonian couldn’t help but yawned, and said, “Why, do you have any plans?”
Bruce held the spoon in his hand and shook his head very firmly, he looked at Clark - it's up to you!
Clark said: "Then Bruce's father and Clark's father spend this day with their son." Clark's smile was particularly bright.
The son of a dog flicked one of his white fluffy ears, but he still pouted his buttocks in front of the dog bowl of Alfred's special dog food, eating without raising his head, and his tail wagging so fast showed that he was cola-cola.