Jason: "Don't you go to Bludhaven?"

Dick: "I heard that you usually have to manage your own small organization. What will they do if you work overtime with Batman at night?"

Blue eyes met green eyes.

This is a very serious issue. But who would have considered this six months ago?

Dick B. Jackson was more relaxed: "I was considering whether to transfer my student status back to Gotham. As for the job of vigilante..." He thought for a moment, "Even if I go to Gotham for further studies? What do you think, Bruce?"

The adult sitting at the top of the table had a blank expression on his face.

"I'm not short of assistants." Moses said, "But the assistant of Wayne Group took a long vacation two days ago. The successor has connections with SHIELD, so I want to recruit new people. Does your school require internships?" Without waiting for the children to speak, the head of the family made the final decision, "I'll ask Lucius to send you interview invitations when I go to work today. If you have any questions, you can ask me or Alfred later."

He put down his knife and fork, stood up and prepared to go back to the dressing room to choose a suit.

Dick saw that there was really no room for mediation in this matter, so he hurried over and asked, "What is the relationship between Wayne Group and SHIELD? Wait, Bruce, are you still going to work today? I thought you were on vacation?"

Honestly speaking, as a former office worker who has experienced the life of a wage earner and a current capitalist black-hearted boss, Moses still feels a little guilty about being in the company at this time.

But the point is, he also wants to take this opportunity to stabilize the female agent whose real name might be 'Natasha Romanoff'. Thanksgiving is a legal holiday, everyone has time to deal with their own 'extra work', whether it is Batman or Black Widow, they feel at ease. But today is no longer a holiday - if the vigilante Gotan had a low fever the day before and President Wayne was on duty the next day, it is hard to say what those officials who hold various secrets and are tired of association will think.

You probably wouldn't have guessed that Wayne is Batman.

This is even more terrifying.

In his previous experiences, he has discovered that human imagination, like entropy, often tends to be absurd.

"They are investigating the Wayne Group," said Moses as he tied his tie. He adjusted his expression in the floor-length mirror, changing his overly serious face into a frivolous one that was not annoying. "The time I inherited the property coincided with the appearance of Batman. These government agencies are always good at making associations. I think they think Wayne is Batman's sponsor, but the flow of funds on the group's books is normal. If nothing unexpected happens, the next test will come today."

Soon after Dick leaned against the door, he heard deliberately quiet footsteps outside. Moses saw Jason's unruly hair appear at the edge of the door frame.

Dick asked, "Do you want to prove that you are not?"

"That's a little difficult." Moses thought for a moment. "Remember? Batman saved Bruce Wayne, just when..."

"That time with Red Hood."

Jason: “…”

He took a deep breath and wrote on Nightwing's back: We need to have a fight after Batman leaves, and whoever wins will be the boss.

OK. Dick gestured quickly with one hand behind his back. There is a training room in the Batcave.

"So I'm still considering it, but this is not your concern. Come with me to the Wayne Group to familiarize yourself with the environment." Batman turned his head and looked at them sternly, as if he had eyes on the back of his head. "You have missed classes too many times, especially you, Dick. I don't want to take a plane to Bludhaven overnight to attend a parent-teacher meeting for you just for this reason."

**

"This is the report as of early November." Lucius Fox, president of the Wayne Group, is currently the only adult in Gotham who knows the identity of Batman. He and Moses walked side by side, the two of them walked quickly in front, and their voices were low and fast. Dick and Jason followed behind at a trot, listening carefully.

"What's the problem?"

"No." Lucius shrugged. "Some things that are not suitable... you know, they will not appear on this paper. But since Stark Industries began to switch to the development of new energy, more and more people outside have been discussing the development of the Wayne Group, as if the weapons research and development-related industries have suddenly become unpopular."

"What about Lex Group?"

"I heard that their chairman has been obsessed with biopharmaceuticals recently, so we are the only ones left standing at the center of the storm. But no one in Gotan cares about this except the media. After the incident of Xiao Chou kidnapping the prosecutor the day before yesterday, our orders doubled today."

"Wait a minute." Moses frowned, "Have the details of Xiao Chou's crime been exposed?"

"Didn't you watch the news today?" Lucius was a little surprised. "I don't know how this news leaked. Maybe it's an internal problem of the Gotham police." He paused and said reluctantly, "You should read the headlines for the specific content. Some people say that superheroes in every city are the culprits that undermine the credibility of the judiciary, just like criminals. The discussion is very heated, and some agree and some disagree..."

As they were talking, there were scattered footsteps and explanations coming from another intersecting corridor next to them.

The president breathed a sigh of relief after changing the subject with his boss. "Come to think of it, I thought you came here today for this matter - to help the two children behind you integrate into the group? The older one was adopted by you some time ago, and who is the younger one? Mr. Pennyworth may have to work harder."

Moses was still immersed in his thoughts. When he came to his senses, he looked confused: "What?"

"The Kotan Primary and Secondary School recently organized an activity to visit outstanding local companies to help children set long-term goals. I thought you knew about it. It seems that the location of the signed documents is not eye-catching enough."

The chairman of the Wayne Group coughed awkwardly and said, "That's fine. If the kids are interested, I'm happy to..."

"I don't want to discuss this with you, Tim!" The girl's soft but penetrating voice suddenly rang out, interrupting Moses' words, "Why do you have to tell us those disgusting news when we are on a date?"

"This isn't a date... No, I mean, I'm sorry, Tina." The black-haired boy next to her said awkwardly, "Please keep your voice down, people are looking at us."

"Come on, Tim, we're good friends." The girl lowered her voice, but because of her voice, she could still hear clearly, "You know I hate things related to those crazy people, but sometimes you are as enthusiastic about it as those nerds who are immersed in books."

Timothy Drake? The boy's full name came to Moses' mind. He had met the boy's father at a business dinner in Gothen, and the surname Drake was well-known in the local upper class.

"I thought you liked Batman?" The boy, who was about two years older than Jason, noticed Moses' gaze and smiled politely when he turned around, but his eyes fixed when he caught a glimpse of Dick behind Moses.

"Yes, but I don't want to discuss today's newspaper. Thomas, that big fool, is against superheroes because his gambling father was beaten by Batman when he stole money. I scolded him and swore not to read the news for a few days..."

A group of young people walked by with brisk steps, vigorous looks on their faces, and their voices gradually faded away.

Lucius smiled and said, "What do you think, Boss? Is there still hope for the next generation of Brother Tan?"

Moses ignored his joke.

The heating in the Wayne Group is very good in winter, so good that it is a bit hot. So when they talked by the window just now, they propped up the transparent glass window beside them and opened it as big as a palm for ventilation. This will allow the cool wind from the outside to continuously flow into the room. In addition to the dust smell that has lingered in Gotham for years, it is also mixed with a burnt smell that comes from nowhere.

Two children not far away also smelled it. Dick wrinkled his nose and said, "Is there a fire somewhere?" One year there was a wildfire in the eastern United States. The dust was swept by the wind and the sky over Bludhaven was filled with this smell. He was deeply impressed.

At the end of the sky, orange-red fire clouds spread all the way to the sky above the Wayne Building, like a casual impressionist painting.

"Something's wrong." Jason's expression darkened. "Look, isn't that the direction of Arkham?"

They had just come out of the virtual world, and Red Hood had carefully explored the map of Gotham, so it was impossible for him to mistake the iconic buildings.

It turns out that it's not just the sun that dyes the sky red.

Fierce flames and thick smoke shot up into the sky, quickly attracting the attention of most of the city's residents. There was commotion within the Wayne Group - they were not sure of the exact location of the fire, as many people lived in that direction.

In just a short while, Lucius's phone kept ringing, all of which were text messages from company employees asking for leave.

"We can't do anything about this!" He grabbed Moses who was about to leave, "You should stay here and let the employees feel at ease!"

Soon, the siren of a fire truck was heard downstairs.

"Mr. Fox is right." Nightwing said, "There are dozens of minors visiting here. You have to stay to ensure their safety, Bruce."

"I don't understand." The flames at the end of his sight were reflected in Jason's eyes, as if they were burning fiercely inside. "This can't be the test from the Homeland Security Bureau that you mentioned before?"

"No." In a flash, a thought flashed through Moses' mind, "Lucius, block the main entrance of Wayne Building and temporarily prohibit anyone from leaving. This matter has nothing to do with S.H.I.E.L.D. -"

The man restrained his expression, took out a coin from his suit pocket, and threw it through the gap of the open window.

No one questioned his action, and several eyes watched the silver flash falling rapidly.

When it was close to the ground, a sniper bullet hit the surface of the coin with a crisp sound. The metal, which had turned into scrap iron, was bounced off and hit the asphalt road heavily.

"This is a test, but I'm afraid it doesn't come from any legal organization that we know of."

Behind the Gotan gang stands Hydra, and the Hydra forces have been severely damaged by the accident caused by Xiao Chou, and they will definitely not let the culprit go.

On the other side, a powerful criminal group is a supporter of Xiao Chou's actions. For unknown reasons, they are keeping out of the matter and manipulating the situation in Gotan. They may have a panacea that can prolong life and resurrect the dead.

As he recalled, it seemed as if a unique, almost imperceptible scent of perfume was awakened in Moses's memory, forming a beautiful yet dangerous figure.

——It is not any scent that is understood and loved by the public.

It was the smell of fear on Talia al Ghul's wrist.