The Kryptonian of a Certain American Comic

  Chapter 207 1, Gotham City with simple folk customs

   Gotham City.

  The brightly lit city cannot hide the darkness of night.

In autumn, compared with the sweltering heat during the day, the evening wind carries a biting cold. The bustling city is filled with smog, and the whole city is filled with a pungent industrial waste water, or rotten the taste of.

   Layers of thick fog hang over the night sky in Gotham City.

   In the pitch black night sky, suddenly a thunder flashed.

   Immediately afterwards, the space seemed to be broken like a mirror, and a dark space crack appeared. This crack was hidden in the thick fog of Gotham City, and it was almost difficult to observe.

  When this space crack appeared, a black figure fell from the sky.

   Below, on a dark inter-city path.

Rachel Dawes, the newly appointed Assistant Prosecutor in Gotham City, was driving a red car, driving fast on the small road. At this moment, a black figure fell from the sky and hit Rachel heavily. - Dawes on the road ahead.

   "I buy Karma..."

  Rachel's first reaction was that someone jumped off the building, because this kind of thing is not uncommon in Gotham.

  Especially in recent years, the vicious capitalists in Gotham City have amassed money wantonly, and the major gangs oppress the people. The people at the bottom are almost living in the heat of the water.

  If there is a little bit of turmoil in the current situation, stocks plummet and the like.

  If you want to find a rooftop with a better location, you even need to queue up.

  After Rachel realized that someone had 'jumped off the building', she immediately slammed on the brakes, pulled the handbrake, and gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands. Finally, the car came to a smooth stop before the poor man ran over him.

so close!

   Rachel, who was still in shock, was sitting in the driver's seat, panting violently, her heart almost jumped into her throat.

  Trying to calm down her shocking emotions, Rachel unbuckled her seat belt and got out of the car to take a look at the person who jumped from the building.

  Of course, it’s not that Rachel didn’t think about driving away. After all, her car didn’t hit the man.

  However, as a young assistant prosecutor who just took office, Rachel still retains her original kindness in her heart.

  At least, take a look at that poor guy and see if he can be rescued.

   If it doesn’t work, you can call the police and report that someone has jumped off the building, so hurry up and collect the body. The Gotham City police are very experienced in handling such matters.

  After getting out of the car, Rachel glanced at the man on the ground. She was about to take out her cell phone and call the Gotham City Police Department, but she noticed that the man who hit the ground moved a bit.

   "You... Oumaikar, are you still alive?"

   This person is still alive? !

   "Hey, are you okay? God, you smashed the ground and you're still...alive?!"

   Rachel cautiously steps in a little bit.

  She clearly saw the person in the weird black clothes hit the back of his head on the ground, but instead of opening his head, the concrete floor was cracked!

   How hard is this head...

  Iron head?

  Rachel hadn’t had time to think about the possibility of cracking the concrete floor with human heads, when she suddenly noticed that the young man lying on the ground seemed quite handsome.

  A head of jet-black hair, a sharp-edged face with a hint of fortitude, and a unique oriental delicacy between the brows.

   It seems that he is in his early twenties, just a few years younger than himself.

   Still a younger brother!

  After seeing the young man's face clearly, Rachel moved a little closer, and stretched out her hand to poke the younger brother's chest in front of her.

   Very strong!

  Women are generally visual creatures, just like every time a hero saves a beauty, if they meet a handsome man, the woman will shyly say that there is no way to repay a big favor, only a promise with her body.

   On the contrary, if the other party is ugly, it will become that there is no way to repay the great kindness, and you can only repay the benefactor in the next life by being a cow or a horse.

  Just as Rachel was looking at the young man in front of him, the young man in black lying on the ground suddenly opened his eyes and looked straight at Rachel.

"what…"

  Rachel quickly withdrew her hand in fright, took a step back, and looked warily at the big boy in front of her.

   "You, you... are you okay, I'll call an ambulance for you, you'd better lie down quickly, in case of concussion, internal bleeding, fracture..."

   While speaking, Rachel subconsciously glanced at the cracked concrete floor, and suddenly she didn't know what to say when her words came to her lips.

  The young man in black stood up slowly, and Rachel who was on the side was a little worried about the other person's physical condition, but she didn't dare to get too close, and seemed a little at a loss.

   "Where am I?" the young man in black asked slowly.

   "This is Gotham, have you lost your memory? Do you remember your name?" Rachel boldly approached and asked tentatively.

"My name is…"

  The young man in black obviously got stuck for a while, but soon, he was like a machine connected to the Internet, countless information flooded into his mind, and his eyes regained some of their spirit:

   "My name is Rorschach, you just said... this is Gotham?"

"Yup."

  Rachel replied affirmatively, she couldn't help touching the arm of this man named Rorschach again, and asked cautiously: "How about, I'd better take you to the hospital for a look!"

   "No need, I'm fine."

  Rorschach first looked down at his hands.

His body is still hanging on the wall of origin. This body is Rorschach's avatar. Rorschach uses his godhead to penetrate the crack of the wall of origin and arrive at the wall of origin with a small part of the black death sword and a drop of his own blood. The DC universe within the walls.

  This avatar was formed by that drop of blood. Rorschach projected his will on this avatar through destroying the godhead.

  It was not smooth at the beginning, but after a while, it was completely smooth.

  'Fortunately, although this body is not as powerful as the real one, it is still the Kryptonian blood with unlimited potential at the sixth level. As long as I get more exposure to the sun, sooner or later I will advance to the level of Golden Superman...'

   "In addition, I also need to absorb the power of faith..."

   For a moment, Rorschach looked at the young woman in front of him and asked, "Is the superhero in this city Batman? Does he know Superman now?"

  Rorschach must first determine which version this universe is.

   You must know that there are many parallel universes in DC. There are various versions of Gotham City and Batman. If you know in advance which version this world belongs to, you can better integrate into it.

   However, Rachel had a weird expression, looking at Rorschach as if she was looking at a psychopath: "What are you talking about? I don't understand what you mean."

   "I said, Batman... Wait, you don't know Batman?" Rorschach asked rhetorically.

  Rachel nodded.

   "You haven't heard of Superman either?" Rorschach asked again.

  Rachel continues to nod.

   Rorschach thought for a while, and continued to ask: "Then do you know the Wayne Group, and Bruce Wayne?"

  Hearing the name Bruce Wayne, Rachel's expression became even weirder. She seemed to understand something, and looked at Rorschach with a very sympathetic look: "So, the Wayne Group caused you to jump off the building?"

   "Jump off a building? I didn't jump off a building..."

  Rorschach looked back at the cracked ground, and then at the sky.

  The space crack in the sky has been restored, Rorschach scratched his head: "Well, I jumped off the building, and the Wayne Group caused me to go bankrupt and homeless. I and Bruce Wayne are at the same death!"

  (end of this chapter)