Click!
Rex found a good angle and took several shots in a row.
“This is Bruce’s first time going out without you accompanying him, right?”
Alfred nodded.
“So we definitely need to take pictures to commemorate it.”
“Let’s not go out just yet.
Let them play a bit longer.
This is Bruce’s first date, after all.”
Alfred was convinced.
The main reason was that Bruce was not in any immediate danger, and he was quite happy for the young master to experience more of the outside world.
“Same deal as before?”
“Okay, I’ll save a copy of the developed photos for you.”
Rex agreed readily.
Speaking of which, he had grabbed this camera from Wayne Manor anyway.
“The young master looks very happy.” After observing for a long while, Alfred noticed that Bruce was indeed in a great mood.
“Of course.
He naturally belongs to Gotham,” Rex commented.
Unlike the original plot where Bruce spoke too bluntly and upset Selina, leading to an argument between them, now their relationship was in a warming-up phase.
The sudden assassin attack had actually brought them much closer together.
This time, Bruce had only run away after knowing Alfred and Rex were fine, so he could comfortably hang out with Catwoman.
However, Bruce also experienced the reality of life for many of Gotham’s people, especially the hardships of the street kids.
He originally thought his parents’ murder was a tragic anomaly, but in this market, such a tragic experience was considered completely ordinary.
Among the market full of street kids, there were those abandoned by their parents since childhood, those unwanted after their parents’ divorce, and those kicked out of orphanages for getting too old…
Just like the little girl in front of him, who left a very deep impression on Bruce.
Because she was also a victim of the Wayne murder case.
The little girl was named Ivy.
Her father, Mario Pepper, was the robber framed by Fish Mooney with a fake pearl necklace and subsequently gunned down in the street by Detective Bullock.
Ivy’s mother slit her wrists and committed suicide not long after the incident.
Meanwhile, Ivy bounced around, experiencing kidnappers and juvenile detention centers.
Finally, she was placed with a foster family upstate, but Ivy couldn’t get used to it and ran away, wandering all over Gotham.
Both of their families had been destroyed because of the Waynes’ murder, but compared to Ivy, Bruce realized he was incredibly lucky.
Ivy’s family left her with absolutely nothing, leaving her living a precarious, hand-to-mouth existence every day.
Meanwhile, he still had the companionship of Alfred and Rex, and Wayne Enterprises—left behind by his parents—ensured he lived a very comfortable life.
Bruce even felt that Ivy was stronger than him.
After his parents died, he had locked himself in his room all day, plunging into nightmares.
If it hadn’t been for Alfred’s unwavering support and Rex’s guidance, he probably still wouldn’t have been able to pull himself out of it today.
But the tragedy Ivy faced was much greater than his, and she had to face it entirely alone from start to finish.
Yet now, she could calmly speak of her circumstances and rely on herself.
All of this filled Bruce with immense admiration.
However, Selina didn’t dare let Bruce stay with Ivy for too long.
After all, Ivy had suffered this unmitigated disaster indirectly because of the Wayne family, and Selina feared Ivy might hold a grudge and do something harmful to Bruce.
After asking for the location of the new fence, the little cat pulled Wayne away.
“Selina, Ivy said I am not her enemy.
You don’t need to be so worried.”
“She is just a little girl.
Why are you so scared of her?”
After being pulled far away, Bruce was very confused.
“She is just scary.”
After Ivy learned Bruce’s identity, she might have been triggered and started acting a bit erratic.
If she suddenly yelled, Bruce’s identity would be exposed to the whole market.
“You promised you would listen to me.
That is why I brought you out.”
Selina was unhappy with Bruce running his mouth.
“You can’t just go around telling everyone you are a Wayne.
You have to remember, this is Gotham!”
“Okay.”
Bruce knew he had been a bit careless just now.
“If it’s so dangerous, why did you have to leave?
At the manor, Alfred and Rex could protect us.”
“True, but the manor is also a sitting duck.
The assassins came looking for me.
It has nothing to do with you guys.”
Hearing Catwoman say this, Bruce answered without thinking.
“I don’t care.”
Selina stared at him intently.
Her big, bright eyes made Bruce feel a little shy.
“I-I just want you to be safe too,” he stammered as he finished his thought.
The little cat’s eyes suddenly curved into two crescent moons, and her smile seemed etched right into Bruce’s heart.
“Let’s go.
Let’s go exchange this for some cash.”
The little Catwoman pulled the little Batman sprightly out of the market.
“Did you capture that?
The scene just now?”
“Of course.”
Rex was still continuously adjusting the focus lens when Alfred’s urgent prompting came to his ear.
Alfred had just figured it out: these were all significant experiences in Master Bruce’s life, and taking photos to record them would definitely hold great memorial value in the future.
“Keep up, keep up.”
“They should be heading to the fence, Brad.
Be careful, Alfred.
Falcone said in his return call that other people were also looking for Brad.
It must be the second wave of assassins.”
Alfred turned serious.
“Let’s go pick the young master up and bring them back.”
“If we just bring them back, the assassins will still be out there.
I will call Gordon.
We will block the assassins outside and finish them off.”
By the time Bruce and Selina arrived at the fence’s place, it was already evening.
Gordon arrived a bit earlier.
To avoid being spotted, he and Harvey had parked their car two blocks away and walked over.
Gordon also brought bad news: Lovecraft was dead.
The billionaire still couldn’t escape his fate and was killed with Gordon’s own stolen service weapon.
“Prepare yourself to be demoted.
There is a high chance the Mayor will make you the scapegoat,” Rex warned him.
“I know.
It doesn’t matter.”
Although Gordon had his share of flaws—like being reckless and hypocritical at times—one commendable trait was his absolute dedication toward his duties as a police officer.
He truly deserved the title of “Gotham’s Conscience.”
He wasn’t struck down by the impending reprimand; knowing Bruce was in danger, he had rushed over immediately.
“What’s the situation now?” Gordon’s duo and Rex’s duo were hiding together in a concealed corner.
“Falcone has an informant inside.
He said the assassins made a deal with Brad to hand over Bruce and Selina, and they’ll be arriving soon.”
“With the informant keeping an eye out, Bruce and the others aren’t in immediate danger.
But we have to prevent Brad from getting desperate and doing something drastic.”
Rex arranged the groups.
“Harvey, please go inside with Alfred first.
Once the firefight starts outside, quickly subdue Brad.
Gordon and I will ambush the assassins outside.”
“Just the two of you?
They’re professionals!” Harvey was worried about whether Rex and Gordon could handle it.
At that moment, Alfred opened the large trunk behind him, which they had hauled out of the car earlier.
Rex pulled out two machine guns from inside and handed one to Gordon.
Then, to their utter shock, he pulled out a Rocket Launcher.
Rex loaded the warhead, patted the rocket launcher, and asked them:
“How many rockets do you think a professional assassin can take?”
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T/N:
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