There is no Batman in Gotham City comics.

Chapter 75 Bruce Wayne

The woman exuded a dangerous aura comparable to that of the fake bat; a single glance from her sent chills down Qin Wei's spine.

Should we kill her here?

The thought flashed through Qin Wei's mind, and a hint of killing intent appeared on his body.

But even this moment of murderous intent was caught by the other party. The woman struck first, her index fingers interlocking, and she reached out to grab Qin Wei's throat.

Her movements were stealthy and without any hesitation; as she reached out, her shoulders seemed frozen in place. By the time Qin Wei realized it, her fingernails were only inches from his throat.

At the critical moment, muscle memory saved his life again. He turned to the side and blocked the woman's attack. His movements were fluid and graceful, showing the style of a martial arts master.

Talia's eyes flashed with surprise. She was certain that the man hadn't noticed her little trick until now, but her hidden killing move had still been cracked.

There is only one answer that can explain this incredible thing.

The man before them was Bruce Wayne, who had not only cured his paralysis but had even mastered the ancient secret arts recorded in the League of Assassins scroll.

Realizing this, Talia's jealousy burned even more fiercely.

……

About two years ago, an older man in a suit visited the Assassin's Guild's settlement on Naihe Island.

Despite being called an Alliance settlement, the meeting place was a small, drafty wooden hut, and inside were only two people: Chief Rasholmer and his daughter Talia, who were upholding the last vestiges of the Alliance's glory.

Dragon and Tiger died in battle, Bane was captured alive, and David went far away to start his own business. The great defeat twenty years ago caused this once infinitely glorious organization to fall into complete decline.

Lei Xiaogu personally received the other party.

"You were in the army, weren't you? You have a very upright posture. Don't be shy, please sit down. There's no leader here, just an old man who's getting on in years."

"You have a keen eye; I served in MI5."

The old man nodded slightly to express his respect for Lei Xiaogu.

"But I cannot sit down, because the person who came to discuss this with you today is not me..."

"As far as I know, you have a deep connection with old Thomas, Mr. Alfred Pennyworth. Let me guess, who is this person who wants to discuss things with me? Could it be that little Thomas who appeared out of nowhere and inherited the entire Wayne family business?"

Lei Xiaogu nodded slowly with his eyes slightly closed, like an ordinary old man who was falling asleep to the hypnotic music of a gramophone.

But every word spoken by this seemingly ordinary old man was enough to astound Alfred.

Before the other party could speak, Lei Xiaogu rejected the answer.

"It can't be him. To put it bluntly, you and I both know that Thomas isn't a friend. Could it be that guy who should have died in Crime Alley twenty years ago..." Lei Xiaogu said slowly, his eyes half-open, the sharp gaze emanating from beneath his aged, wrinkled eyelids seemingly piercing through Alfred's soul.

"Mr. Bruce Wayne, it's very windy outside."

"Ha, Alfred! I told you this was pointless, didn't I? What good would it do if Mr. Lars really wanted to harm me, even if I hid outside the door?"

"Young Master, just consider all of this as my wishful thinking."

Alfred opened the wooden door.

With the help of an electric wheelchair, the thin young man with a crooked neck entered the house. He smiled and winked at Afu, who understood and straightened his head.

"Just as Mr. Lars said, the wind on Naihe Island is so strong that it blew my head off."

The young man's black hair was held in place with mousse and neatly combed back. His thick gray wool suit was clean and appropriate, but the only regret was that it didn't fit his matchstick-thin frame well, and even looked a little comical.

Although he couldn't move anything below his neck, that didn't stop the young man from exuding an aura of nobility and elegance.

"Mr. Wayne, before we begin our formal conversation, I have a small request. You may call me Ray Xiaogu. Lars is a terrible transliteration."

This was a futile journey; the Lhasa Pool, which Bruce had been desperately searching for and which could cure all diseases, was merely a legend from the Middle East.

In fact, Bruce had no hope at all, but for a patient who had been paralyzed from the waist down for many years, he was willing to try any possible treatment, or even just any way to alleviate his injury.

Before meeting Lei Xiaogu, he had already met with many other people.

There's a great sorcerer, aliens, and an old British conman who claims to have made a pact with the devil.

But without exception, they all failed.

Over time, he gradually became numb to feelings of disappointment.

But the journey was not without its rewards; Lei Xiaogu handed Bruce a scroll containing all the martial arts techniques he had learned in his life.

"The scroll is a heirloom passed down through generations of Assassin's Creed leaders. Now that the Creed exists in name only, perhaps giving it to you would be more valuable than keeping it with me."

The energy contained within this body was discovered during the examination of the injuries. Facing this scarred body, Lei Xiaogu was perhaps more heartbroken than Bruce Wayne. If this tragedy had not occurred, the young man before him would have been a more outstanding leader candidate than Bane.

The flames of revenge will become the guide of fate, binding these two penniless people tightly together.

The two left the cabin, and the smile on Bruce's face vanished instantly.

Even though she was used to disappointment, the repeated blows made it difficult to maintain her composure and elegance.

"Ah Fu, if I hadn't taken that path, I might never have been able to stand up again."

As Bruce spoke, his brows furrowed, and beneath his slightly parted lips were two rows of clenched teeth. His eyes were almost crazed; more than a human, he now resembled a lone wolf with its spine broken. As long as he was alive, as long as he was given even the slightest chance to stand up, he would swing his blood-soaked maw and deliver the most ferocious bite to his enemy.

"Sir, there really is only one way left... but are you really sure you want to agree to that madman Dr. Hugo's plan?"

Looking out the broken window, Talia stared at Bruce's hunched back.

Just now, that man took away the legacy of the Assassin's Guild, completely extinguishing her hopes of reviving the guild.

"Why give the scroll to someone like that? There's no hope in him. He's better left to die in a corner of a trash can. Why put the scroll on? Why entrust the future of the Assassin's Guild to someone like that?"

The fact that Talia asked "why" three times in one sentence clearly revealed her inner breakdown.

"Why? Perhaps it's because I'm taking a desperate gamble, or perhaps I see in Bruce the last hope to save a world on the verge of collapse."

Eighteen years have passed since the night of the riot, and Lei Xiaogu's face showed a smile again, but unlike his previous spirited demeanor, the smile was ferocious and desolate.