Chapter 88: Ge Tan at Night

"Huh." Damian uttered a single sound.

Then he added: "I'm not laughing at you."

Nonsense, you never stopped.

Moses looked at him speechlessly, shook the paper in his hand and said, "Actually, this is not the first time this has happened."

"Are you implying that the security around Bruce Wayne is not up to standard? The fact that this letter was quietly delivered to your office shows that there is a mole among the employees." Damian took the note from his hand and studied it over and over again, trying to find some clues from it. But of course, there would be no fingerprints on this anonymous warning letter, and the font is also a common printed font. "And I heard that the welfare benefits of the Wayne Group in Gotham are comparable to charity. It seems that your subordinates don't buy it."

“Maybe there are complicated reasons.”

"You are making excuses for the weak."

"No one can guarantee that they will always be strong, Damian." Moses took the note from his hand and decided to investigate before confirming whether this was a boring prank or a real death threat. "Just like your grandfather, he is very powerful, but he will also be betrayed."

The boy curled his lips and said stubbornly, "...That's because it's not strong enough." He realized that he couldn't convince the elders now, so he immediately changed the subject after saying, "I remember you hinted in January that there was a cooperative relationship between the Wayne Group and Batman. Was that when you began to receive threats to your personal safety?"

"I first met your mother when she was kidnapped in Gotham, long before that."

“…”

This is another embarrassing topic.

Blue eyes and green eyes had a confrontation in a bright office.

Finally, Damian compromised. He said, "What should we do next? First, find out the traitor and see what his or her difficulties are," he deliberately repeated here, "and then follow the clues to find out the mastermind behind the scenes and see if he or she is targeting Batman or Wayne?"

"I'll take you home first." They arrived at the underground garage. Moses opened the car door and stuffed the boy in despite Damian's protest. "Then go to a date with the daughter of the Vanav family. We'll discuss this matter tonight."

**

Moses never thought of calling the police.

Although normally the first thing a wealthy playboy would do when faced with personal threats is to seek protection, on the one hand, this matter had no beginning or end, and it was impossible to characterize the severity of the incident for the time being, so he did not want to make a big fuss and attract attention; on the other hand, if the warning in the letter was true, it set a clear date of death, and it must have been intended to cause panic and chaos. However, at the time, the only people who discovered the letter were him and Damian. No matter who did this, he was destined to be disappointed, and further action after disappointment was what Moses wanted to see.

So he drove back to Wayne Manor calmly, as if he had never read the letter, and then drove out to date the beauties from Gotham's upper class society. Recently, the Justice League has not observed any cosmic dangers, and the research modeling of parallel universes has reached a bottleneck, so Bruce Wayne can focus more on his city.

As we all know, Gotham is built on an island, with various urban areas closely connected by cross-sea bridges. During his early night patrols, Moses found that the existing urban system was difficult to defend. It had a decentralized structure, high mobility of personnel, and a clear gap between the rich and the poor, making it difficult for the police (and himself) to coordinate and manage.

Due to the need to deal with one problem after another, Batman overcame his obsessive-compulsive disorder and endured for a year. He finally took some time to consult professionals and designed a new public transportation route in the gap between constructing the cosmic coordinates.

He planned to start with the run-down old industrial park and improve the city's transportation and sanitation systems one by one. This would require a large sum of money, and it couldn't even be called charity. The wealthy people who were said to be keen on the "philanthropy industry" looked at him as a fool after learning about this investment that was doomed to have no return. But it wasn't difficult, at least compared to Superman and Spiderman, he never had to worry about wealth.

The problem is how to convince the old aristocrats who are stubbornly conservative to support this reconstruction plan.

If a design with drawbacks can still be preserved in today's pursuit of modernization, it can only mean that it represents the interests of a certain group of people, and these people are absolutely unwilling to divide the cake in their hands.

Therefore, Moses had to spend more time lobbying people than drawing architectural drawings. In several parallel universes, the Wayne family is an old family in Gotham. No matter how ridiculous its heirs behave, those old antiques who care about face are still willing to make excuses on the surface.

But in the world that Moses now lives in, Bruce Wayne is undoubtedly an upstart. The old dregs will not discuss him in public for the sake of money, but once they come to a one-on-one private communication, the condescending scrutiny and contempt cannot be concealed at all.

Moses wondered what Damian would say if he saw this scene, and couldn't help but laugh at his own imagination.

His date, Samantha Vanavre, one of the few noble women willing to "lower their status", showed an interested expression and leaned over to ask, "What makes you happy, Bruce?"

"Forgive me, tonight's date is enough to make my heart waver." Moses collected his thoughts and stared at her intently. He was not surprised that the rational and mature woman in front of him suddenly blushed. "I can't help laughing when I think of you, and my mind goes blank when I don't think of you. And a fool is always happy, even if he can't tell why he is happy."

The blonde was amused. She smoothed her hair and said with a smile, "Don't underestimate yourself."

"I'm just very aware of how people perceive me."

“They must have some misunderstanding about you,” Samantha said. “I loved your speech about rebuilding Gotham.”

The man showed a surprised expression: "Really?"

"Of course, so when you invited me, I couldn't wait to agree. The Vanafe family has always been committed to making Gotham better. Bruce, you didn't grow up in Gotham, so you may not know that our family once..."

What follows is some rather boring business flattery.

Samantha Vanafer was much more astute than the nobles Moses had met before, and she did not show off her superiority. At first glance, she was humorous and polite, full of respect and appreciation for her date, and she agreed with any theory Bruce had proposed before, with a tone so casual that it made people wonder if she had studied the entire plan seriously.

Moses didn't expect her to give any constructive suggestions. It had nothing to do with other factors. It was just that the natural opposition in their positions made maintaining peace a demanding task. He just didn't like the other party's well-disguised evaluation, but in order to achieve his goal, he didn't care about personal preferences, even his own.

The conversation progressed at an annoyingly slow pace. After three hours of evasion and procrastination, the restaurant finally closed. The topic came to an end. Moses did not expect to get a nod from anyone by just meeting her, unless Samantha was a complete idiot. He took her hand and walked her to the front of the garage, saying politely, "Let me take you home. It's not safe in Gotham at night."

"Thank you for your consideration." Under the dim light, the woman's footsteps were crisp and her figure was graceful. She said without turning her head, "But since I was born, I have never encountered any danger that could not be solved."

Moses joked, "You should give me a chance to show my gentlemanly manners."

"Really?" The woman had already opened the door of her red car and turned to look at him. "I think I..."

Her eyes suddenly fixed, and she stopped talking the second half of the sentence. She looked at the position behind Moses and let out a loud scream.

**

Batman said, "I thought they would choose a more conspicuous location."

Police Chief James Gordon was already used to his elusiveness, and said without raising his head: "I knew you would get the news and rush over. Is Bruce Wayne home safely?"

"He's a grown man."

"He is in danger and I am considering whether to persuade him to take the initiative to apply for a protection order."

"That's useless."

The old chief snorted, "Okay, you're always right. So what do you think of the murderer we're facing now?"

Bruce Wayne encountered a murder on his way home from a date.

The deceased was a homeless man, his body was hung on the road he had to pass, his death was miserable, with burn marks on his skin, the scars formed a line of words: Bruce Wayne will die tomorrow.

This was the follow-up action Moses was waiting for.

He once again felt a clear sense of anger at the audacity of the criminals and their disregard for human life. He had expected that they would indeed use more drastic means to alert him to the message, but he had never expected the murderer to kill innocent people.

Bruce Wayne is not Batman, and he shouldn't have provoked such a radical enemy.

"Leave it to me," he told the chief, his voice more serious than usual. "I'll take care of it."

"How are you going to do that?" Gordon demanded. "Can you protect ..."

There was no one behind him.

"Ho□□hit." Taking off his glasses and shaking his head, Gordon said to Detective Harvey Bullock beside him, "He does this every time."

Batcave.

"The two times the letters were placed in places with little traffic, it's clear that they didn't intend to let more people know, but they weren't afraid of causing public opinion at all." Tim said, holding the note and the autopsy report of the deceased, "I don't think this is a threat to Wayne. If it's for money, kidnapping is more efficient. If it's to stop the Gotham reconstruction plan you proposed before, your death is to warn investors not to participate, but they don't know about this at all now."

"The murderer gave you a whole day to prepare." Dick had just finished fighting with Damian and had taken a shower. He was still wet. He leaned on the back of the chair behind Tim and frowned as he read the letter. "Did he leave time to ask for help?"

"Or maybe it's just to admire the struggle of the prey."

"So now their threat has been delivered," Moses said grimly. "I'm curious about how Judgment Day will play out the next day."

After the two adults left, Damian looked at his brothers who remained. "He's angry. If I understand correctly, Batman is going to teach the criminal a lesson alone. Isn't this the responsibility of Robin? It's obvious that someone wants to contact Batman through Wayne."

Tim said, "Robin doesn't have to be involved in everything."

Damian opened his mouth to say something.

Nightwing patted his head and said, "Let me tell you another common social skill for an adult. Some things cannot be said too clearly, especially when someone is angry."

"And, when Batman doesn't ask you, there are usually two options."

"One, join in without being discovered."

"Second, if you are found, you will be beaten."

Damian: “…”

Then why are these two guys always happy to help intercept him every time he tries to escape from prison? !

The next day, the early spring wind was like a bone-cutting knife, scraping against my body and causing severe pain.

"This is stupid, we could have been closer to the building."

"Nightwing and I risked our lives to bring you out, not to listen to your complaints, Damian." Tim raised his binoculars and said, "Prophet, where is Bruce now?"

"Office." Barbara, who was doing logistics for them, said through the communicator, "Nothing unusual yet."

Nightwing: "If we clock in for two consecutive days, the employees will be moved to tears."

"Hey, I saw him." They were facing the window of President Wayne's office, but the distance was across mountains and water, so they tried to eliminate any possibility of being discovered. "Bruce was looking out the window."

"Let me see!" Damian, who was wearing a small Robin uniform, jumped up immediately. "What's his expression? Does he look flustered? Panicked?"

Tim said regretfully, "No, it looks normal. Can you bring your own binoculars next time?"

"Tsk, I remember that."

"Be careful, there's movement!" Barbara raised her voice, "It's not just his office, watch your back!"

Nightwing immediately threw a timer under his feet, pulled Tim and Damian and jumped downstairs.

The sound of a sharp weapon breaking through the air was heard in the thick smoke.

Several killers wearing owl masks looked down at them. The leader said, "Batman only sent a few of you to protect Bruce Wayne? It seems that he doesn't value his partners that much."