dmims 13. Bats and cats
13. Bats and cats
"You know, Harvey," Dent said to himself.
"If you had any sense at all - and you don't - you would stay at home with the fan on and a beer."
"But no, you have to spend the hottest night of the year in a parking lot - copying the license plates of potential suspects in this smoky place - ugh!"
Almost the moment he was hit, he knew something was wrong.
"Meeting in again, Dent, this kind of behavior is not welcome here. One day, your nose will stick too far."
In a trance, a group of people were punching and kicking him.
"Your beautiful lady..." It seemed that someone was threatening him, but he could no longer hear the specific content of the threat.
I don't know how long it took, but it may not have been long before Harvey was awakened by Wayne.
"Harvey, are you okay...?" He helped Harvey up and asked, "Miss Kyle and I were about to leave, and luckily we heard you -"
"——I hope I didn't disturb your evening." His words were interrupted by Harvey.
"I guess that's the same thing as 'thanks for making sure I'm okay'?" Serena joked.
"It's okay, really." Harvey stood up. "You go and fulfill your social obligations, just do... whatever you want to do. The rest of us will handle what needs to be done."
"And...what must be done."
"You can't understand that, Wayne." Harvey replied. "Good night, Miss Kyle, and thanks for making sure I was okay."
He turned away.
"Your friend?" Serena asked as she looked at his leaving figure.
"I gave money...when he was running for district attorney." Bruce replied. "I trust Harvey Dent."
"That speaks volumes in a city like this," she said. "So... Bruce, do you have any other plans for tonight?"
"I'm sorry, Serena, but it's really late. Even for me."
"Your loss."
They said goodbye to each other and left. It was time to work.
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"It's really late, even for me," Dr. Quinzel said. "But the show you're talking about hasn't started yet, and we're standing like fools in a corner without a streetlight."
"Be patient, midnight is when the adult show just starts." Carl replied, pointing to the black luxury car parked aside.
"See, this is Bruce Wayne's car. He should have left, but his car is parked in the shadows aside. So where did he go?"
In the sky, a large bat-shaped shadow floated across, and on the other side, a swift cat shadow appeared in the corner.
"Look, the story has begun." Karl signaled the doctor to be silent and whispered to her in a low voice.
Falconi's office was dark at the moment, with only the faint moonlight shining from the window, reflecting the deeper figures.
A sharp claw covered the lock of the safe, and without any unnecessary movement, the door opened.
There was nothing special inside, some jewelry, some gold bars, and a record.
A ledger with amounts and dates recorded.
"I'm still wondering who left the window open." The deep voice of the voice changer came from the side, and the moonlight reflected the shadow of the pointed ears.
This is not the first time Batman and Catwoman have met here. Is there any connection between them?Batman thought.
"I don't have time to do this with you right now." Catwoman replied, turning over quickly and getting ready to take action.
"Madam, sir. Please stop, you should give the owner here some due respect." Another voice came from the darkness on the side. Alberto emerged from the darkness, holding a pistol in one hand. The hand is very steady.
"Otherwise my bullets will teach you this."
"Alberto." Catwoman whispered, "I thought you were just a good boy from Oxford." She remained still in a half-crouched, half-kneeling position, while Batman remained silent, his hands hidden under the heavy coat. Under the cloak.
"You can give it a try." Alberto said, pointing the gun at Batman: "Show your hands."
Almost at the moment when the muzzle of the gun changed its target, as if they had a telepathic connection, the two of them acted at the same time. One quickly jumped towards the window, and the other waved his arm vigorously.
Gunfire rang out, but no one was hit.He looked at his hand and the pistol pinned to the ground by the batarang in shock. "What?"
"Kill them!" came the expected voice from the door.Roman bodyguards rushed to the scene and fired fiercely at the intruders, but predictably, no one was hit.
The black shadow quickly passed through the window and disappeared into the night.
"In my house," Falconi whispered.
"Next to my son on my nephew's wedding day." His voice grew louder. "Two maniacs in tights broke in and stole..." He paused.
"Ledger, father, the ledger is missing." Alberto reminded.
"Thank you, son, but this has nothing to do with you." This was the answer he got, which made him lower his head slightly.
"Pass it to me, no matter what, $100 million, and I will kill them." Falconi yelled, "Whether it's a bat's or a cat's."
These weirdly dressed maniacs, they were breaking Gotham's rules, and for no reason at all since they started operating in Gotham, Falcone felt weakened.
"You know, sometimes I feel that the sound of gunshots has almost become Batman's entrance and exit music." Carl and Harleen were walking on the road. They had just watched a perfect night show, and they seemed very satisfied now. Given that none of these guns could hit him."
"With our reminder, our little protagonist Alberto will understand earlier the power of these masked weirdos to frighten Gotham." He concluded.
"But Bruce Wayne, how did he..." the doctor asked "I mean, I did make this guess before, but why."
"Ha, do you want to hear a story?" Karl looked at the time, and the hour hand just passed 12. "It just so happens that the time has passed the scope of tomorrow. Sure enough, bat stories are only interesting if they are told at night."
"Then let's go." Karl held the doctor's hand and bowed like an attendant to invite her forward. "This last lesson needs to have a memorable location."
"Where are we going?"
"Question: A narrow road, two bangs, two down. What is it?" Carl told a hell of a joke.
"Emmmm, is it bowling? Isn't it a bit strange to go to a bowling alley at this time?"
"No, the place we are going to is called Crime Alley." He sighed, "That's where Batman was first born."