I, the younger brother of Superman, got the Thanos template

Chapter 63 Visiting Wayne Manor
Dead branches that look like gray hand bones are crawling all over the courtyard walls. From time to time there are creepy screams in the building. The wall skin is eroded and peeled off by wind and rain, showing a strange appearance, like a painting of a devil. The whole building is from the inside to the outside. There is an eerie atmosphere outside.

This is one of the oldest buildings in Gotham - Arkham Asylum.

Like a mental hospital is also like a prison, where many mental patients with criminal tendencies are imprisoned.

Somehow, Gotham really does seem to be a cursed place, where there are as many mentally ill murderers as there are pickpockets who can spend a day stealing a hundred dollars.

Inside the madhouse.

Batman hid in the shadows, crouched by the railing near the roof, looking down with cold eyes.

He came here at the pier to investigate a large amount of chemical raw materials.

He thought that someone was secretly producing white powder that could send thousands of people to the gallows, but now it seems that things are a little different from what he thought.

The warehouse below looked like a pharmaceutical factory.

Under the hands of workers in pharmaceutical uniforms, barrels of white medicinal powder were prepared, and under the command of a man in a white coat, they were poured into the city's tap water pipes flowing through Arkham.

That man is like a scarecrow in the field, with a thin body, a slightly hunched back, wearing glasses and a gentle appearance, but there is a bit of madness hidden between his brows. The nameplate on his chest reads Jonathan Klein, and his position is attending physician division.

"He is the attending physician of this madhouse."

Bruce frowned.

But it is clear that this doctor is not satisfied with his usual work, dealing with crazy mental patients all day long, and has started other businesses.

The eyes swept over the accumulated thickness of traces left by accidental spills when pouring medicines beside the pipes.

"I've been working here for at least a few days."

"Someone is poisoning the whole of Gotham?"

No, it's not an ordinary toxin. He also drank Gotham water, but he didn't feel anything wrong.

Bruce moved his footsteps, and was about to fly down, use his fists to stop the group of criminals with unknown purpose, and hang the thin doctor up into the sky with a hook to torture him, when a message suddenly came from the hood.

"Alfred?"

"My lord, someone came to visit me.

Looks like your bat mask has been exposed, you'd better come back and take a look. "

Receiving Alfred's quick and brief warning, Batman hesitated for a moment. With the help of the sound of rushing water in the pipeline to cover up, he used the hook rope to touch a little bit of the powder that was spilled on the corner of the wall when carrying the medicine, quickly put it away, and turned around without knowing it. Unknowingly hidden in the shadows.

After the death of his parents, he was brought up by the old housekeeper. In Bruce's mind, Afu was the only family member left. He rode a bat motorcycle and returned home quickly.

……

A few minutes ago, the streets of Gotham.

Pedestrians coming and going are all discussing one thing. Falcone, one of the biggest gang leaders in Gotham, was stripped to only a pair of underwear. Bat signal.

The entire Gotham can see the terrifying projection of the bat when they look up.

The vicious reputation and majesty of being the godfather of the underworld for many years disappeared, and the whole Gotham felt that something might be different.

As never before, someone is challenging the city's dark and corrupt order.

The gangsters and villains on the streets of Gotham are finally starting to look like real criminals when they block roads and rob shops. They will panic and panic when committing crimes, for fear that bats will appear from high places in the next second. The strange shadow casts a shadow and engulfs people!

"Batman?"

A newspaper was blown by the wind and slapped on his face. He was looking up at the tall buildings when he first arrived in Gotham.

Clark took the newspaper off his face and looked at it. There was a bright red headline on the newspaper—Under the Bat Light, the Roman Falcone was captured and arrested.

Attached is a photo of the scene, and a sketch of the back of Batman flashing across tall buildings with his wings spread.

He was taken aback for a moment, why did this silhouette look so familiar.

"Is this the one who knows the whereabouts of the Lazarus Pool?"

Clark looked back in doubt, but saw a somewhat strange person.

"Who are you? Why are you wearing David's clothes?"

David returned to the small town before and naturally regained his appearance, so naturally he couldn't show his true colors when he came to Gotham.

"Where's your blue hood?"

He reminded him.

"David? How did you become like this? Is this also your ability?"

Hearing this sentence and his familiar height and body shape, Clark immediately recognized the man in front of him as his younger brother. He was greatly surprised, and took out the blue hood and put it on according to his younger brother's wishes.

"Where are we going to find this Batman now?"

"Bats are nocturnal creatures."

Ignoring Clark's curious look and thinking about it, David said.

"Go to his house and take a look."

Batman needs rest, too, and he might be at home at night when Gotham is crime-ridden.

The two traveled through the city at supersonic speed to the outskirts of Gotham, in front of Wayne Manor.

The green grass, the wall full of creepers, the dark and tall manor gate, the long statue corridor and a fountain, behind a magnificent and tall castle.

"A great estate.

The Lex family's estate is not as extensive as this place. "

Standing outside the manor, Clark stared and sighed, feeling like a country boy entering the city, looking inside.

"That Batman lives here?

By the way, what is his ability? "

The newspaper said that Batman stood up to fight against the gangsters to save others and maintain the law and order of the city. It was impossible to face many criminals with guns with bare hands. He instinctively remembered the ability users he had encountered before.

"You've seen it."

"See?" Clark looked puzzled, he didn't see anything except an old manor with a large area.

David chose not to rush in without warning and rang the doorbell.

On the palm-sized screen of the square stone pillar beside the door, an old man with a British housekeeper on his body appeared.

"excuse me, you are?"

"Is Bruce Wayne there?"

"I'm sorry, the master is not at home, please come to visit another day, can you leave your name, when the master comes back, I will..."

"Is Batman there?"

Ignoring Ah Fu's formulaic answer, David turned to speak coldly.

And now Bruce Wayne is striking while the iron is hot to scare all the villains of Gotham into the shadow of a bat?

During the day, he actually worked overtime outside to fight crime.

"Batman?

You mean the vigilante flying around Gotham in a bat cape? "

Alfred recognized David immediately, and said calmly on the surface.

Batman has put David's face on the screen in the Batcave to collect information, and he has also seen amazing videos of him shooting light from his fingers and easily killing robbers.

"This is Wayne Manor, and there is no one you are looking for."

Then, with an apologetic tone, the recording was turned off.

"What should we do now?"

Clark scratched his face, he was turned away, it was urgent, do you want to break in?
"It doesn't matter, my goal has been achieved.

Now a bat should be rushing back to its old nest. "

Not intending to stand around and wait outside, David pulled Clark across the gate and into the manor.

……

Riding on the bat motorcycle, Batman hurried back to his own manor.

Hooked like a thief to the second floor of his home, he looked in the window.

In the reception room, the two sat on the sofa, being entertained by Ah Fu.

A familiar figure didn't drink the coffee in front of him, and quickly tapped the armrest of the sofa with five fingers, as if waiting impatiently for something.

"This bird of prey hasn't left Gotham yet? What can make him anxious?"

(End of this chapter)