69novels Chapter 141
Chapter 141
If Batman is the darkness and fear of Gotham, the first generation of Robin is the light and warmth of Gotham; if Batman is the coldness and suspicion of Gotham, the first generation of Robin is the splendor and conviction of Gotham.
They are so similar yet so different.
"After the clown escaped from prison, I went to track down his address, and then received a message from a third person. The other party pointed out the location of the clown and warned me to be careful of the clown's plot. After I found the clown, I confronted him, and he ordered the clown girl to capture Jason and torturing him while his minions took control of Gotham High School and asked me to choose between Jason and the school," Batman said.
"You picked a school. I understand," Dick said, nodding calmly, then raising his voice sharply, "—but why didn't you tell me? What about Jason? You just let him get tortured by Harley Quinn ?”
"I can fix this."
"I can fix this." Behind them, Zatanna silently imitated the mouth shape of this sentence, and rolled her eyes in the sky without any image.
"No, Batman, you can't fix it," Dick said in a word.
He was hurt and angry, for many things, for many reasons.
I don't know since when, the relationship between him and Batman is no longer as relaxed and lively as when Batman adopted him and they fought crimes together, but it is covered with a gray color that seems to belong to Gotham City alone.
Batman has always been so cold and stubborn.He was so controlling that it suffocated anyone he put on his watch list, and he always had so many prohibitions and so many demands on following orders.
Dick admits that Batman is a good hero.
Please!He's just so—so suspicious and neurotic!
He has a belly full of anger to vent, a lot of complaints to complain about, but now Little Wing is still lying on the hospital bed, and he meets Batman's familiar silence and tight jaw, the kind of him After watching the gesture of "refused to communicate" countless times, I knew that no matter what he said, he would not be able to arouse the slightest response from the other party, and in the end he could only return without success except for being sullen.
"...You know what? Forget it, I don't want to talk to you, B, no one wants to talk to you when you're unreasonable. But I think that's what you're here for. Batman controls everything, right?"
Dick said he looked at Batman and nodded as he said, "You always feel like you can control everything, but no one can control everything. Even you, the 'omnipotent' Batman, there are things you can't do. You can't save Gotham. You can't save my parents. You can't save Jason. You can't even fucking save yourself—forgive me, Fu, for saying that."
The butler who came in with refreshments nodded reservedly: "Understandable, young master."
After Jason received the magic gun injection, Zatanna, a top magician, took care of him, so there shouldn't be any serious problems; although Batman suspected that there was something wrong with what he said after Jason died and came back to life, Carl bet He could find no evidence at all.
There is no magic circuit similar to his magic gun in this single DC worldview world. Even if Batman finds any evidence in the end, those evidences can only prove that his abnormality was caused by the magic awakened by Jason when he was dying .
Given Bat's personality, Jason might have to take the blame for this, but that's none of my business, Carl thought.
He could have simply and rudely saved Jason and left, but in the end he not only hid his identity and stayed in this city he didn't like at all for several days, but also tried his best to help Batman catch the Joker, at the last moment After catching up with Jason and racking his brains to ease the stiff relationship between the father and son, Carl was almost moved by himself.
At the same time, he secretly swore in his heart that when he returned home, he must take good care of Baby Bruce. If you don't know how to raise a child, you can just learn to raise it?Obviously a very smart person, why does he adopt a child every time he talks about adopting a child, like bringing a cat to his house?
He likes cats so much, did he pick cats at home casually?Baby Brucey picks up kids better than cats.
Those two books that were sent over many years ago, it's time to supervise Baby Bruce to read them!
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Another world, Gotham.
Bruce.Wayne took Dick into Wayne Manor.
Dick looked up at the luxurious manor in front of him, and followed Bruce to the door of the mansion.
The butler, Afu, stood at the door in a neat suit to welcome them. When he saw Bruce and Dick, he bowed straight: "Welcome back, master, master."
"Don't be restrained, Dick, this will be your home from now on." Bruce said to the obviously nervous little boy.
"Thank you, Mr. Wayne," said Dick.
After he finished speaking, he paused for a moment, showing a somewhat tangled expression.
"No, don't call me father. Mr. John Grayson is someone I respect very much. I am not qualified to replace him. Just call me Bruce, Dick."
"Thank you, Bruce," Dick said.
The atmosphere here is a little awkward compared to them, but overall it is still harmonious and beautiful. The dialogue between another adoptive father and son in the universe is not so cute.
Not only is it not cute, but it is also full of tense confrontation.
"Yondu! What are you doing?!"
After receiving Angela's support, Peter, who was finally able to crookedly manipulate his unskilled power to fight against the will of the planet Ego, almost fainted.
What is this called?House seemingly endless rain?Blessings and misfortunes never come singly?At this moment, Yi Ge, his father with a strange brain circuit, is still dealing with him. Seeing that things are getting better, Yondu, the old enemy, unexpectedly came to the door in a hurry?
"Are you serious? Are you looking for trouble with me at this time?" Peter, who has been unlucky all his life, but for some reason, can always turn around when his bad luck reaches a peak, wailed, "Yondu I don't have time to care about you now! I don't think you have time to care about our grievances! This guy Egg is crazy!"
Angela hovered beside Peter, looking at a Yondu who jumped to join the fleeing group.
"I think he's more like your father," she said to Peter, and then added, "Egg is just your real father."
"Thank you!" Peter gritted his teeth, deftly dodging the flying arrow that flew straight towards his ass amid the looming whistle, "Yondu! What the hell are you doing here?"
"Boy, don't be so unreasonable." Yondu grinned, and ran side by side with Peter in the interior of the planet, "You still owe me a lot of money, before you receive the commission I deserve , I can't let you die like that."
Gamora shook his head in front of his clumsy lie, and even Rocket sneered, and replied loudly to Groot who said softly "I am Groot": "I don't care about Peter and Yondu How do you play house! Don't do this!"
Only Peter foolishly thought that Yondu really came here for the commission that was let go.
"Whatever! I'll pay you if you escape!" He said, the ground in front of him kept breaking, and he manipulated the rocks under his feet to entangle and rise, sending their group to the other side of the breaking point like waves. While going, "Angela! Angela, what else can you do besides provide energy? I can't beat Egg!"
Angela looked at Peter with her indifferent blue eyes, reached out and pulled out the necklace hidden in her clothes.
At the bottom of the necklace is a gray-blue diamond, which seems to be inlaid with a deformed "S".
In a silent corner of the vast universe, hundreds of millions of robot legions have opened their eyes neatly since they were born and have been sleeping for many years.
The same symbol as the diamond in Angela's hand flashed in their electronic eyes, and the information emitted from Ego was intercepted, the battle situation was analyzed, the location was determined, and the required attack power was calculated... Hundreds of millions of robots He closed his eyes peacefully again.
What finally flew out of the team was a small battle formation in units of hundreds.
Alexander gave Carl the remote control that can power up these cosmic-level war robots, and Carl handed it over to Angela. Neither he nor Angela knew what this diamond meant.
They also don't need to know.
On Earth, Metropolis, the headquarters of the Ayre Group.
Alexander smiled.
Bright sunlight shone into the room, he flipped through a few pages of documents, signed them casually, organized them, and put them in a drawer.
"Pretentious." Luo said lazily.
She stretched her body in the sun, translucent blue chains wound from her wrists to her neck, and from her chest to her ankles, and her skin and face were like a layer of mist in the sun, More transparent and thinner than the chains that held her firmly in place.
"Please be quiet, Lamo," Alexander said. "What you did to Carl makes me very angry."
"Really?" Luo giggled.
She turned and lay down on the table, as soft as a snake or satin.
"Me too," she said softly, "Crazy Machine."
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Now Karl felt he could leave this world.
Of course, there is one small thing to do before that.
He left the jacket Johnson had given him in the thrift store and traded in a brand new long-sleeved T-shirt—presumably the previous owner gave it up because it was too big, since it had pink Hello Kitty on it. , obviously, its size is more suitable for a grown man than a little girl.
This dress was chosen on a whim.
There were some cash in the jacket, Carl took it away, used them to rent a car, and then drove from Gotham to the countryside near the metropolis, the one who raised Clark.In the small town of Kent.
There is no cloud in the sky, and the fragrance of corn stalks is blowing in the wind. It is peaceful and quiet here, but it is far more lively and vivid than the countryside where he lived and grew up.
Carl pulled the car into the parking space, smooth and beautiful, as he had done countless times before.
The door opened, and a young couple came out, staring at the unfamiliar car in surprise, while Carl took a deep breath, adjusted a smile on his face, and got out of the car.
The surprise on the faces of the couple was immediately replaced by an intimate smile. The wife let go of her husband's arm, and walked towards Karl eagerly.
"Clark! Why are you back? You didn't say hello in advance." She said, hugged Carl naturally, and walked into the house, "I was just talking about you with your father, and you came back. busy?"
"It's not busy, Dad, Mom," Carl said. "I was just passing by here, so I stopped for a while. I'll sit for a while and go."
"It's good to sit for a few minutes." The gentle-looking husband said, looking at Carl with a proud and warm gaze unique to his father's generation, "Come in, Clark."
They gave Carl hot tortillas and apple pie.