My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

Eric, who was resting, had a dream.

Nightmare about Batman.

In the dream, an unshaven man in a felt hat is cooking.

The fragrant eggs were fried in the pan, and the oil was constantly splashing on it.

A scent permeates the entire kitchen.

Suddenly, a rustling voice sounded from the direction of the living room.

It seemed that someone was about to break in.

He immediately noticed all this, put down the pot, quietly walked to the cupboard in the kitchen, opened the drawer, and prepared to take out the weapon inside.

"The revolver isn't there, Mr. Joe Chell. I've taken it."

The voice of an intruder came from the direction of the living room.

The guy named Joe Chell's pupils dilated instantly.

He quickly reached into the drawer and fumbled around, but the revolver he had prepared was missing.

Then he hurriedly ran towards the fireplace.

But the hoarse voice of the uninvited guest in the living room sounded again, destroying his hopes. "The shotgun behind the fireplace is mine too."

The voice was raspy and raspy, exactly like the voice of Batman elusive in the streets of Gotham.

"And the .50 pistol in the bedroom, you don't have to bother to find it, although it will eventually fall on your head."

Joe, there was a drop of sweat on Chell's forehead, he pretended to be calm, "I'm looking for peppers, bastard!"

Picking up a fork from the dining table and holding it in his hand, it seemed to give him some courage. He walked towards the living room step by step, "Don't you know? Chili peppers can help digestion and solve sensitive stomach problems."

Leaning on the kitchen door, he quietly listened to the sound coming from the living room.

"I said, you're not so elusive anymore. Isn't it? Big ears?"

Joe Chell called to Batman in the direction of the living room.

After the panic is calm, he knows that Batman will come, and this is the opportunity he has been waiting for.

"You...not so stealthy anymore."

Quietly pulling the kitchen door open a crack, he looked in the dark direction of the living room.

Bang!

The wooden door was pushed open, and Batman, wearing a black helmet and hiding in the dark night, broke in.

He looked at Joe Chell with icy eyes, "That's my luck, but you're unlucky!"

He grabbed Joe's wrist, which was stabbed with a knife and fork, and broke it one by one to his shoulder.

puff!

The knife and fork slid into Joe's shoulder.

"Wow!"

The blood shot out all of a sudden, and Joe snorted in pain.

For criminals, Batman doesn't talk about human rights. He grabbed Joe, who was groaning in pain, pressed his head, and pressed him to the iron pan that was bubbling with oil.

The hot splash of oil flew to his forehead, and he shivered in pain.

Just as he was about to scold, the flames under the pot suddenly burst out with a "huh" sound.

The small fire turned into a large fire, encompassing the entire iron pot.

Joe's hair was almost on fire.

"Go away...go away!"

He cursed at Batman.

Unmoved, Batman continued to press on Joe's head, "You know what? Because you inserted the shotgun into the back of the gas line and caused it to leak. A meal like this, and the end result is you. The **** house was burnt down."

The gas leaked, and the flames in the furnace kept skyrocketing.

Batman didn't want to turn off the gas, he let go of Joe's head and asked him, "What's the matter with that dead kid in Crime Lane? Say it!"

Batman is here for the child who died for many days in Crime Lane and was arranged by the mechanical mechanism.

A shot from the dead child did not hurt Bruce Wayne.

After many days of investigation, he finally found an important clue in this case - Joe Chell!

(Joe Chell's identity has always been a mystery in the DC world, he is the murderer of Batman's parents, but his true identity has always been a mystery, some say he is a common robber, some say he is hired by the gang The boss, Luke Moxon, killed Wayne's parents. Some people say that he is just an imaginary person who does not exist.)

"Humph!"

Joe snorted coldly, pulled the fork off his shoulder, and pressed the wound casually.

He ignored Batman, walked to the high cupboard, opened the cupboard, and took out a packet of chili peppers.

"See, Chili!"

Joe completely poured the peppers into the pot and sautéed it with the eggs and broccoli.

While stirring, he said to Batman, "Do you know what the funny thing is? Big ears? This meal is made for you, the last meal before the end of the era."

Batman didn't want to talk to him like this, and went straight to the topic, "That child doesn't have any birth certificate, no identification, no records, ten years old..."

"Thirteen years and four months."

Joe fixed the mistake in Batman's words, "Humph! I think he's perfect for taking my mantle, shooting down Crime Lane and killing the Waynes."

"DNA results show he is your son, but you never had children!"

Batman continued to question Joe, and as he questioned, the flames in the kitchen grew bigger and bigger, and the curtains had been lit, and it was estimated that it would soon spread to the entire room.

Joe didn't seem to see his burning house, and continued stirring the contents of the pot, "Ha, he screwed you up, didn't he? Is your stomach still sensitive? That's why I thought about adding chili. …”

"Bruce, Bruce Wayne, I know everything, everything about you!" he said triumphantly at Batman.

Batman couldn't hold back his anger any longer, grabbed Joe's clothes and said, "Who is that boy you left in the alley?!"

"Who is he?!"

Joe didn't feel the slightest bit of fear, he looked straight into Bruce's eyes, "You already know, you always know everything! After all these years, haven't you ever wondered why? Why was there a drive in the alley back then? Gun, for that pearl necklace? Are you serious?"

Roaring flames surrounded the kitchen, the smoke spread into the living room, and if not stopped, the entire room could be reduced to ashes.

Yet Joe's crazy eyes continued to stare at Batman~www.readwn.com~ Well, no more secrets! Welcome to the final case, detective! "

There was utter madness in his voice.

Batman saw the burning flames in his eyes.

"Understand?"

He yelled at Batman, "Tonight will be your house burning, not mine! Your house, it will burn to the ground!"

Batman's heart was on fire.

In an instant, he felt a sense of fear!

That is the fear of the collapse of the beliefs held on!

He had already vaguely guessed all the truth of this case, but he never dared to think in that direction, until Joe Chell said it, he had to face it!

If it's all true, then...what's the point of me being Batman?

He murmured, staring blankly at the lit room.