"Of course, thank you." Bruce threw the key to the guard, hugged the girl and walked into the magnificent hotel.

"Oh, Bruce Wayne." Mrs. Kane raised the wine glass in her hand, "Welcome back to Gotham."

"Thanks."

After Bruce sat down, the two models left him and went to play on their own.

"How are you doing recently? Are you still adapting?" Oldman, holding a plate, sat down. This man was the president of a bank in Gotham. "You are back at the right time. I heard that the police station has improved recently, and even some gangs have been arrested. What is the name of that policeman?"

"Godden, James Gordon," said Mrs. Kane. "He has solved many cases. Gotham has not had a police officer who is willing to do practical things for a long time. Maybe he will be the next director."

"Well..." Oldman made a long and unidentified drag, "I just don't know if he can survive until that time."

Bruce and Mrs. Kane looked at him.

"You know, Falcone has all the villains in his hands. If he wants to, that Gordon might have been killed on the way home."

This is indeed a problem.

Bruce thought with the steak on the plate.

However, Falcone has many forces involved, and such things need to be discussed in the long run.

"There's another person," Oldman said, "is he called...emm Batman?"

"I thought it was just a legend." Mrs. Kane looked at him, "It was like a bedtime story or something, you think it was true?"

"Of course. Maybe you don't know much, but he has sent many criminals to the police station."

"Sir, the female companion you brought is doing something indecent, maybe you are willing to take care of it?" A waiter suddenly walked over quickly, bent down and spoke to Bruce in a low voice.

Bruce looked back blankly.

The two models were taking a bath in the hotel's small pond.

...The model I chose this time really meets the selection criteria, such as having no brains.

Bruce took out the blank check book in his arms.

The waiter just now had already left, and seemed to be going to ask the two to get up first.

The top playboy in Gotham had to catch another waiter casually.

"You go and stop him, I want to buy this hotel."

Bruce plays a fool dutifully, “I need some new rules here, like about the pond…”

He got stuck halfway through.

Mr. Sherlock Holmes, who was obviously sneaking in to investigate the case, looked at him silently.

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