N-A-A Chapter 5 In the Human World
Chapter 5 In the Human World
Chapter 5 In the Human World
Late at night.
Bane and his men left their hideout and walked the streets of Gotham City's slums.
In the common imagination, the main villain is usually a strong and powerful man, as strong as an ox, who looks like he can eat three children in one meal.
In reality...
Yes, that's exactly the kind of person Bain is.
Even so, in Gotham, some desperate people will seek help from these menacing freaks.
For example, right now.
"Excuse me, can you please save my mother?"
A little girl stared blankly at the muscular monster, as massive as a mountain, looking down at her, and timidly clutched the rag doll in her hand.
It was a rag doll picked up from a trash can, which matched her worn-out clothes perfectly.
"My mother has cancer, she needs medication, and she's in so much pain. People say only God can help her."
She trembled as she looked at Bain with hopeful eyes.
"Can you help me?"
Bain stopped his men who were trying to drive the little girl away.
Where do you live?
The little girl pointed to the dilapidated house behind her.
Bain went inside.
A few minutes later, Bain came out and wiped the brain matter and blood off his hands.
"Your mother will never suffer again... Bury her."
"...Don't rashly seek help from others anymore, or the world's troubles will come knocking on your door."
He looked up slightly and saw the eastern horizon, where countless stars were hidden beneath the darkness of his skirt.
Bain said:
"There is no God here... but Bane is here."
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The nights in Gotham are so quiet, filled with a tombstone-like peace.
Gray rain, carrying a faint sour smell, mingled with the smog filled with industrial waste under the neon lights. Deadshot stood on the rooftop of a building, watching Gotham City grin maliciously in the misty drizzle.
A car sped past on the street, splashing mud all over a passerby. The passerby immediately pulled out a submachine gun and opened fire on the departing car, rattling off repeatedly…
The people in this city are so outrageous.
As Death Shooter thought this, he skillfully pulled out an anti-tank rocket launcher and a mortar from his bag.
He gave a thumbs-up to the distant building, measuring the distance and wind speed.
"I must remind you, Death Shooter, my mission requires that no one be injured or killed."
The employer's voice came through the headset.
"Ventriloquist, after all these years in the underworld, how did you come up with such a superhero-like requirement as 'no killing'?"
"A bad guy should act like a bad guy."
Deadshot complained as he set up the mortar on the edge of the rooftop: "If you weren't a regular customer, I'd almost think you were Batman's informant."
"Speaking of which, that new doll you have—you didn't actually switch sides with Batman, did you? Didn't Batman give you a Robin suit without pants?"
air!
The mortar fired, tracing a deadly parabola through the air, while the ventriloquist's voice rang out simultaneously.
"Deduct money from dead people."
"Alright, alright, I understand, don't rush me."
Death Shooter licked his lips and raised the anti-tank rocket launcher.
boom!
The rocket, launched later, arrived first, and it and the mortar shell shared a French kiss on the roof of the building.
boom!
With a deafening roar, the roof of the building was ripped open like an open soda can, exploding into pieces and revealing the enemies below, who swarmed around like ants.
"See? I told you I would bring the Mad Hatter to you unharmed."
The Deadshot drew his sniper rifle but didn't move: "But now, my employer..."
"Because of your distrust, I don't want to do this deal."
"What?"
"Having been startled like that, the Mad Hatter will probably hide. Catching him again will likely be ten times harder. Besides, Gotham is a city protected by Batman, so there aren't many mercenaries willing to come here."
"Employer, you don't want the task to fail, do you?"
"...Enough! Just state your conditions."
The Death Shooter looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, and without hesitation, spoke righteously, clearly, and with an air of awe:
"You'll have to pay more."
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The night, like a maiden shedding her veil, entwines itself with the city with sincerity and passion.
The Cheshire Cat strolled gracefully down the empty corridors of Gotham Heights High School, while outside the windows sirens blared and countless people screamed in panic.
"I must remind you, madam, that the target of this mission, Mr. Zass, is a deadly assassin, just like you."
The voice of the ventriloquist—or rather, the bat doll in his left hand—came through the headset.
"I have no doubt that you can defeat him, but my requirement is to ensure the safety of every student hostage. So, you need to separate Zas from those female students first, and then you can fight..."
"Oh, really?"
The Cheshire Cat's long, slender fingers traced her slender waist and the captivating whiteness of her chest, lingering on his smiling cat mask.
"I don't think it needs to be that complicated. Don't you think?"
"What are you saying—"
She's not talking to you.
The cold moonlight, mixed with the red and blue beams of police lights, shone on the assassin who emerged from the shadows.
Numerous knife scars were etched across his massive muscles.
Victor Zasz, one of Gotham's most notorious villains.
His gaze lingered on the woman's graceful figure:
"Why not let me see your beautiful face, madam?"
"Oh no, you know that."
The female assassin turned around.
"The cat never takes off her mask—especially in front of a completely naked exhibitionist."
A short knife appeared in the opponent's empty palm.
The Cheshire Cat sighed. She pulled a retractable knife from behind her, and then a bunch of shuriken from the front, like a hamster emptying its food stash.
Then she tilted her head.
"Cats fighting?"
Gotham's infamous exhibitionist and serial killer, "Mr. Zazz," revealed a twisted smile:
"Cat Quest."
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In the bat cave beneath Wayne Manor, Chen Tao was remotely micromanaging the mercenaries using the voice of a ventriloquist, just like a bald man.
"...Enough! Just state your terms. What? You want more money?"
He waved his hand dismissively, his voice booming like a spoiled tycoon: "Add more, add whatever you want!"
He turned his head and saw the Third Robin Tim Drake angrily holding a piece of paper in front of him, on which was written:
"Batman, I still can't believe you didn't take me with you and instead paid those mercenaries to help you deal with Bane!"
The real ventriloquist crouched innocently in the corner, trying to pretend he was a real dog.
Tim felt a surge of anger rising within him, but ultimately it wouldn't be right to beat him up in front of Batman for no reason.
So young Robin could only grit his teeth and continue writing, filled with grief and indignation: "And not only did you bring bad people home, you also made phone calls with other bad people right in front of me!!!"
Batman hung up the phone and sighed.
The Third Robin remained silent for a moment.
he asked:
"Is it because of Paul? (Jean Paul, the angel of death who was killed by Bain earlier)"
"Not entirely," Chen Tao replied. "Listen to me."
He turned around, grabbed the other man's shoulder, and looked directly into Robin's eyes.
"I'm planning to retire."
"Wh...what?" This unconventional answer completely baffled Robin.
"Youth will eventually fade, Tim. Youth is gone, trophies are gone, and old dreams are hard to hold onto. Batman was just a dream an eight-year-old didn't want to wake up from... and now it's time to wake up."
"I want to do one last thing for Gotham, and then go live a normal life, the life I deserve. You too, Tim."
"You are academically successful, exceptionally intelligent, and have both a father and a mother."
"You have no idea how rare this is!"
"You deserve all the good things in the world. You should go to school and meet your soulmate someday."
"She'll have blond hair and sea-blue eyes, or burgundy hair... She might have the last name Gordon, or Brown, but one day she'll have the last name Drake."
"You will get to know each other, fall in love, my child... This kind of innocent and pure love is something I will never have the chance to do again."
"We should all escape this nightmare."
With a crash, the tray Alfred was carrying behind them fell to the ground and shattered.
He covered his face and cried tears of joy.
"Is this real, Bruce? Am I really not dreaming—Bruce?"
(End of this chapter)