Tan Ge is in an awkward situation again.

Chapter 18 Tan Ge is in an awkward situation again.

Since the last attack on Arkham Asylum by the Jokers, which resulted in a large-scale escape of criminals.

This incident immediately dominated the headlines of major newspapers in Gotham City, causing great panic among citizens and prompting them to organize demonstrations.

Under pressure, the police department increased patrols, and the city council repeatedly assured that it would fund improved oversight measures in Arkham.

As for capturing crazed criminals, that's the job of the Dark Knight, Batman.

Please, with a salary of two or three thousand, what were you thinking, asking me to go toe-to-toe with the Joker gang?

Is it that donuts don't taste good anymore, or has some kind of heroic impulse erupted?

Dean Quixey sipped his coffee, glancing out the window at the workers installing the electric grid, a disdainful smile on his face.

What's the point of having an electric fence, guard towers, and guns, making it look like a prison?

The neighboring Blackgate prison was also raided last week, and many vicious criminals escaped.

It would be better to arrest them all and lock them up in the Desert Ark prison, which is known as the highest-level prison under S.H.I.E.L.D.

At least one thing Dean Quixey was thankful for.

Even the most insane patients who escape from Arkham Asylum only seek trouble with Batman. But the criminals at Blackgate are different; they might even rob a bank while going to the bathroom.

"Dean, something's happened!"

A plump Black female nurse burst in, her nurse's uniform tightened around and around like a lifebuoy, bobbing up and down with her rapid breathing.

"What is it?"

Dean Quixey frowned slightly, unable to imagine what could be worse.

"Alan is back, but he's run away again," Catherine said.

"You came back and ran away again?"

Dean Quixey was startled.

He wasn't worried about Allen doing anything bad; it was just that two bigwigs from S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Sky Eye Society personally requested that he be closely monitored.

"I heard that Allen has heard the criminal escaped and he's going to personally bring him back. He might be back a little late, so there's no need to prepare dinner for him," Catherine repeated.

"..."

Dean Quixey glanced out the window and saw Allen carrying a bicycle as he climbed over the wall.

Upon closer inspection, the bicycle looked somewhat familiar.

"Damn it, put down my bicycle!"

Dean Quixey stuck his head out of the window and shouted anxiously. He was an environmentalist who wanted to contribute to reducing carbon emissions, so choosing to commute by bicycle was perfectly reasonable.

Of course, it wasn't because of the divorce that he couldn't afford a car, as he had to pay a large portion of his income to his ex-wife and children's support.

"No need to see me off, I'll be careful."

Allen waved his hand, leaped off the high wall, and rode his bicycle straight to downtown Gotham City.

It's a half-hour drive.

Entering the city, the smog was quite thick.

Throughout Gotham City, the Wayne Enterprises control every aspect of the city. On the surface, it is a glamorous and modern metropolis, but in the neglected corners, homeless people gather, and crime and criminals thrive.

Riding through the streets of Gotham City, Allen first familiarized himself with the surroundings.

"Shit, I forgot to bring the Batman suit. My fighting power has been reduced by at least fifty percent."

Allen looked at the Assassin's Creed outfit he was wearing, which didn't fit his persona at all.

"As former CEO Yujiro Arigatou once said, 'I never spend money on things.'"

"Followed by a live demonstration of square jungle tactics by gold-medal instructor Run America, and the confidence to say that the Empress Dowager paid for it."

"I have mastered the skills for wilderness survival."

Having learned about the cases of many successful people, Allen had already conceived a complete plan in his mind.

Wandering through areas frequented by homeless people, searching for monster spawn points.

After two hours, Allen had gained a lot.

Two hamburgers, a sandwich, three small cans of sweet water, a black sex mask, a small cotton blanket, and five dollars in an envelope.

Put on an eye mask and tie on a blanket.

Allen is very happy with his new look.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for unlocking a new identity, Whiplash Hero, Bruce Houn, with a 300% increase in all attributes and a 500% increase in attack speed."

The above is nothing more than Allen's imagination.

……

Night falls.

The moon was obscured by dark clouds; it was another cloudy, overcast day.

The dark clouds, like a curtain, reflected a bat logo.

Commissioner Gordon stood quietly beside the searchlight, hands in his pockets, awaiting the arrival of Gotham Knight Batman.

call…

There was a noise behind him, followed by a deep voice asking, "Gordon, did you need something?"

Suddenly turning around, I saw a person standing in the shadows.

Gordon quickly drew his gun and aimed, asking warily, "Who are you?"

"I am the Knight of Justice, Batman."

As they spoke, Allen pushed his bicycle out of the shadows.

Upon seeing who it was, Gordon couldn't help but twitch his lips.

Sexy eye mask, little blanket—can't you put a little more effort into your role-playing?

In Gotham City, there are many hot-blooded young people who impersonate Batman to fight for justice, and they are at least 80% similar in appearance.

"Immediately put your hands behind your head and lean against the wall," Gordon said sternly.

"You're no longer on the reality show Hell's Kitchen, you've become a cop?" Allen said unmoved.

"We're not one person; he's the cook, and I'm the detective."

Gordon seriously corrected him, saying that there shouldn't be too many people with the same name as America, since choosing a name is a very brain-intensive thing.

"Gordon, stop."

At that moment, a dark figure descended between the two.

His entire body was covered in a pitch-black battle suit, with only his mouth and eyes exposed to the air.

When the real target arrived, Gordon put away his sidearm, thinking that Batman was the best person to deal with the costumed Batman.

Alan excitedly stepped forward, grinning and showing his big teeth, and asked, "Bat, is that you?"

You've mistaken me for someone else.

Bruce lowered his voice and looked at Gordon as if he didn't recognize him.

"B, L, S".

Allen uttered three letters, and Bruce immediately grabbed his mouth, realizing it was the initials of his own name.

"Let's get down to business, wait a minute."

"Don't ask too much, handsome."

Allen listened quietly to their conversation.

Commissioner Gordon brings intelligence about the Jokers, detailing the gang's hideouts.

Generally speaking, Bruce doesn't touch the gray area; they have an underground order. But the Joker gang is different. They not only want to break the order but also challenge authority, making them a key target for crackdowns.

As for the Penguin Gang of the Penguins and the Riddler, their goal is money and power. They only want to take over and have no interest in destruction. They can be left alone for now and dealt with later.

With the intelligence handover complete, Gordon excused himself and took his leave.

"Bat, you pretended not to know me just now, do you know how heartbroken I was?"

Allen clutched his chest, looking heartbroken.

"I have too many enemies; my true identity cannot be revealed."

Bruce then asked, "I haven't heard from you for over a decade. I always thought you had disappeared in Silent Hill."

He and Oliver escaped Silent Hill and waited at the entrance for five days, during which time they called the police and organized a search and rescue team, but to no avail, and then the matter was dropped.

"I came straight back from Silent Hill, silently chanting 'System Return' in my mind," Allen said truthfully.

"..."

Bruce didn't believe Allen's nonsense. If it weren't for his near-death experience, he would have really thought Silent Hill was some kind of paradise.

"Father, who is he?"

At this moment, a young man climbed onto the roof using a grappling hook, his red and black battle suit indicating that he was Robin Damian, the fifth generation.

(End of this chapter)