The murderer who pulled the trigger is the same type of person, or in other words, you are more suitable to be a criminal than him."

Batman's lips moved.

"It's you." Bruce replied.

"You have to accept me."

"Become...Father."

Bruce with white eyes slowly loosened his grip on the armrest, while Bruce with black eyes stared at him and said:

"Standing high in the clouds."

When the cold light of the batarang is reflected in Batman's blue eyes, it's like a bird catching a glimpse of the skyline in a polar storm.

"As you walk in my country."

Bruce, with white eyes, slowly closed his eyes. His hand on the armrest gradually tightened, and his chest began to rise and fall continuously. Countless fragmentary scenes flashed before his eyes.

The sharp blade cut through the frozen atmosphere in the Sheriff's Office, carrying an icy wake and severing the artery on the side of Jonathan Klein's neck.

At this time, a bright flash of lightning flashed outside the window of the Gotham Police Station, and rumbling thunder followed one after another, just like every night when Batman fell from the roof of the building.

Batman's voice was very soft, but it drowned out the deafening thunder. Those things that he had failed to express in countless nights were woven into a cry with this soft and soft tone.

Jonathan listened carefully before hearing the words from Batman's mouth.

"...Missing Persons Case in Mawson Block."
Chapter completed!