Moses: "I found a special force under the International Security Council. Its full name is the Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Agency."

"Territorial Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau." Alfred repeated it exactly as it was with a puzzled look on his face.

"...Yes, it's called S.H.I.E.L.D. Their director Nick Fury is planning to form a team of heroes, and Iron Man may be one of his targets." After treating his wound, Moses stood up and paced in the Batcave. "The official actions were too hasty. If we exclude the possibility of internal factors that I don't know about, I'm afraid they have indeed discovered or foreseen some crisis situations that the existing armed forces cannot handle. I found a highly encrypted list in their internal document library, but only a small part of it has been cracked so far. You and I should both know the people in this photo."

He clicked the keyboard, and a handsome man with blond hair and blue eyes appeared on the screen.

"Oh," said the butler in amazement, "the last time I saw his face I was still old enough to be called a boy."

Moses smiled. "Yes, it's Captain America, who has not yet made an appearance but has been confirmed to be resurrected. In addition, there are some mutants and elites in various fields."

"Does this have anything to do with the Arkham operation?"

"We all know that there is a mole among those criminals inside Arkham, so the little clown can escape from prison again and again. But this part is just my speculation," Moses considered, "Maybe someone told Maxi Zeus that SHIELD picked up a weapon of Thor. This madman didn't understand the myth system at all before he took action. He probably thought that Zeus, as the god in charge of thunder, should have a partner who is more handy than the stun baton. Crocodile Man may have been instigated by him to become an assistant to kidnap Stark and hold him hostage."

"…even though you know that Mr. Stark is Iron Man?"

"When the crocodiles are not wearing shock collars, they are very confident in their fighting ability. Maybe they also think they can defeat Stark in advance when he is not wearing armor."

Alfred: "That's one of the downsides of heroes revealing their true identities."

Moses sighed, "So I think he's really very brave." This was a rare example. Considering this, even if Stark secretly scolded him for being mentally ill, Moses decided not to pursue the matter further.

The butler concluded: "If the weapons of the gods really exist, I have to say that what you told me tonight is becoming more and more fantastic."

“I think so too.”

Moses couldn't help but poke the system: "Is there really a God in this world?"

"That depends on how you interpret it," the system replied. "You can also temporarily think that they are aliens who are so powerful that they are difficult to defeat."

"It's even worse," Moses thought grimly. "From what you said, there are more than one or two powerful aliens. Now I can only pray that they are not interested in the earth, right?"

If the system had a head, it would probably make a face at the host: "According to Murphy's Law, the bad results you worry about will always happen. But don't be too nervous, your next body will also be an alien, and it will be very, very strong." It also emphasized the adverbs.

"My next—what?"

"After a year or so, when you are familiar with the world and the world is familiar with you, we can open the Metropolis dungeon. Aren't you always curious about why Luther is so obedient now? Because the target of his troubles has not appeared yet."

"I'm so honored." Batman sullenly added Luther to the list of key observation targets, as a better thing for his next identity.

**

No matter how outrageous the enemies that might appear in the future are, the only one Moses needs to worry about right now is Gotam.

Without Arkham fanning the flames behind the scenes, the city has entered a long-awaited honeymoon of peace. For more than a month or two, Batman only needed to teach a group of brainless thugs a lesson when they were wandering around with guns in the middle of the night trying to steal some extra money. In the process, he advanced to the middle and upper levels of the Gotham gang without any surprises and with great skill. The high efficiency made the police chief James Gordon praise him repeatedly in private, and even sighed to his daughter: "His familiarity with Gotham makes me sometimes feel that he is Gotham himself."

His daughter Barbara said: "So you just want to get a bat light? I mean, don't you think he's only there for a short time? If he's only there for a short time, the whole police department and you will become a joke."

"I've been laughed at by them for many years... Don't worry, dear. Even if I fail, the latecomers will still stand up inspired by the pioneers. And if Batman and I win--" Gordon didn't finish his words.

This scenario was as beautiful as heaven, and Barbara's eyes gradually began to light up with longing.

The second time Moses saw Nightwing was late at night when it was snowing lightly.

The flying snow was like a layer of sugar on the dark asphalt road of this ancient city, and under the lights, it had a dreamy purity. So Batman deliberately avoided places where obvious footprints would appear when he walked. He swung his hook claws and shuttled between the gargoyles, occasionally squatting on the top of a tall tower to overlook the night view of the city. The colorful billboards and neon lights could not illuminate his ankle-length black cape.

When doing night patrols alone, Moses was always silent, only occasionally hearing Alfred's rear support communications. In the eyes of others, he seemed like a ghost wandering in the ruins, standing on a high place with his eyes staring into the abyss below, and his every move was cold and almost cruel.

Nightwing didn't know how he had the guts to go up and talk to him impulsively.

"You're not busy, are you?" He looked at the man who was hunched over with a thin layer of snow on his back, and suddenly said, "If there are any terrorists that need to be dealt with urgently, I can wait for you to come back."

The bat statue, which had been motionless before, slowly stood up.

"Nothing at the moment. You're not in Bludhaven?"

Nightwing coughed twice and said, "The school was bombed two days ago. I could go back home during the holidays, and then I suddenly remembered that I forgot to ask for your contact information last time, so I came out to try my luck." In fact, he had been struggling with this for half a month. After finally making up his mind, he put on his uniform and ran out of the door. He searched half of Gotham from south to north before he saw Batman's pointed ears in the shadows.

It was too late to back off now. But Dick noticed that Batman still seemed to be in a bad mood when they met this time.

After all, does this guy ever have a happy mood?

After mumbling inwardly, the young man walked over and stood next to the other person in a familiar manner: "I heard that there hasn't been any big movement in Brother Tan recently, and you don't need to be on guard all the time. I know there is a fast food restaurant that is open 24 hours a day and the food is delicious. Are you interested?"

——Batman is a human who needs to eat to replenish energy, right?

Nightwing was briefly lost in thought.

Moses didn't have the habit of eating supper during work hours, but he was not busy now and was about to go home. Alfred spoke on the other side of the communication device: "You should go, sir, as compensation for leaving him at the port last time."

This is so unreasonable. Will Nightwing be angry for this reason? No, right? After guessing the psychological tendencies of minors, Moses, who had no idea about this, gave up thinking. He summoned the Batmobile, opened the door, and casually said, "It's cold at night in Gotham, you should wear more clothes."

Nightwing, who was waiting for his reply anxiously, was amused: "I don't feel cold. When I was a kid, I wanted to design my uniform into shorts."

Batman thought about the image in his mind and didn't want to comment on the aesthetics of young people. Anyway, Nightwing no longer wears that kind of clothes... probably. He strode into the driver's seat and turned around to find that the other party was still standing in the cold wind, staring at him eagerly.

"Me." Nightwing pointed at himself, then at the Batmobile, "Can I get in?"

"Normally," Moses had to say, "I park my car in front of you just to wait for you to get in."

Two seconds later, a gust of cold air rushed into the car.

"I think so." Nightwing muttered as he sat in the passenger seat with his long legs slightly curled up, "But you can't just invite me directly."

Batman turned the steering wheel and looked ahead: "Where is the fast food restaurant?"

"I can navigate." The young man quickly perked up and said in a happy tone again, "Their double beef cheeseburger is especially delicious."

“So you are from Gotan.”

"Yes, didn't I tell you I was born and raised here? When I was little I often visited this area and..."

The heat inside the vehicle melted the snowflakes on the windshield, turning them into a layer of hazy mist that was wiped aside by the wipers. Nightwing chattered about all the big and small things that happened along the way, whether related to him or not, spanning more than a decade. Except for the name of his real identity, he almost shared his mental journey of how he became a superhero. In the end, he restrained himself from saying too much, but Moses could understand it to some extent.

What drives a child who lost both parents in a man-made accident to embark on the path of fighting crime is nothing more than hatred, anger, and some obsession above that.

Despite having no memories, Moses feels that Batman feels the same way.

He only occasionally responded with one or two words, but as the atmosphere gradually warmed up, even the cold brother Tan Xueye seemed to have a little more warmth. After arriving at the destination, Ye Yi got out of the car, leaned on the half-open car window and asked with a grin: "Do you want me to bring you a Coke, Boss? Do you like your burger with cucumber or tomato?"

Moses was somewhat helpless: "You may have asked the wrong person this question." After a pause, he remembered that the other party was an orphan receiving government subsidies, "I will go with you."

"ah?"

Nightwing followed him confusedly to the take-out window.

After he ordered two meals, he still felt dazed when he saw Batman hand over the cash with a gloved hand.

But he was not the most confused person present. The clerk in charge of reception was still reorganizing his worldview.

"I said." Ten minutes later, they returned to the Batmobile carrying two large bags. Nightwing touched his heart. It was very good, still beating. He pinched his thigh and felt the familiar pain. "I really want to call you dad now... You are not married yet, right?" He made a joke, probably because Batman's mood had unexpectedly improved a lot at this moment.

Or maybe the other person really is a person with a good temper - when in front of him.

"There is no such plan." The adult still looked expressionless.

"Then I guess you've been around kids before." Dick ate a French fry and his voice was a little slurred, "Relatives and friends' homes or something like that."

"Almost." Batman, who was sitting next to him, answered in a gentle tone.