Which one is better if the officials are forced to die together [Comprehensive British and American]

But Batman just hugged Jason tightly without saying a word.

His body temperature was so clear and specific, it didn't seem like a dying fantasy at all.

That's good, Jason thought, feeling a pang of pathetic joy.

It wasn't until Batman carried him into the Batmobile, they returned to the Batcave, Batman put him on his bed, and took a lot of weird instruments to check his body, Jason didn't realize what happened just now matter.

what? ?

He is not dead? ?

So what the old bat said is all true! ?

What a joke!Is that something an old bat can say?Wasn't that really his self-defeating fantasy?

Jason lay on the bed, lost in deep thought.

His injuries were actually not very serious—compared to the ruthless hands Batman used to subdue the criminals, it was indeed not very serious. It was not the extensive bone fractures and pain that made him want to die, but the excessive blood loss.

After being brought back to the Batcave by Batman, Jason's state has been very strange.

He fell into a coma for a long time, but those fractured areas and large and small wounds healed rapidly during the time he was in a coma. Even if Batman exhausted all scientific methods, he could not detect Jason's physical condition. Something unusual happened.

The housekeeper Afu expressed his dissatisfaction quite tactfully: "With all due respect, master, Master Jason's condition is not suitable for participating in any activities, even those that only require him to lie down and cooperate. I think this will quite affect his recovery. Whether it's physical or psychological."

Batman looked at the butler for a while, then turned his head, and said flatly, "I have a measure."

Carl said in his heart that you have a fart.

He knew that something like this would happen, so he didn't leave Jason as soon as the matter was resolved. Of course, he also had some kind of selfishness in staying here-but it was a last-minute thing, and now he is mainly concerned about Jason Case.

The magic gun injected too much life energy into Jason, and these energies obviously produced some kind of mutation in his body.

Of course, it's not the kind of mutation in a bad direction, but Batman doesn't know it. His first reaction after Jason "resurrected" was to do various tests for Jason. This behavior can be said to be quite "" Bat style".

How infuriating, Carl thought, how did Dick and Jason put up with it?

The third Robin Timothy—let’s call him Tim, it’s not surprising that he can bear it. From a certain point of view, Tim’s character is the closest to Batman’s, almost inhuman reason In many things, he can make choices that are closest to Batman's thinking; Damian can't bear it at all. He undoubtedly respects his father very much, but his resistance is also quite fierce and straightforward.

Good job Damian, guessing the time, you were born around a while ago, right?When I go back, I will definitely find a chance to see you.

After watching the Batmobile go away in the dust, Carl used the bracelet that had been reshaped into glasses to change his appearance to the outside world, and returned to Johnson's home on a street that was not so eye-catching and where there were very few monitoring instruments.

The door was still open, and Johnson was sitting in the doorway, wiping his weapon, a small black pistol, with some care on a small piece of cloth.

"You're back." He said without looking up, "Sit down, I guess you'll be hungry when you get back, and I've got you some vegetable salad."

"I'd rather have eggs on toast," Carl replied, gathering the jacket Johnson had lent him, and walking into the room.

Gotham City has never made him feel comfortable. The cold and damp here have always made him uncomfortable. Walking on the streets here is like moving in the too dense water molecules for him.

Johnson's home isn't really a happy place, either.

A single man lives with a little boy, and because of his special status and the special environment of Gotham City, he cannot hire someone to clean it regularly. This not-so-small apartment is full of books, pens and ink, worn or clean Johnson stuffed the guns in the gaps of the sofa and under the TV. There were ammunition and dangerous knives in the drawers. In Abt’s bedroom, there were several pistols that fit his small palms.

Carl didn't open his mouth to praise, but Abt's gun was very good. He knocked on the door and didn't say a few words. The kid sensed something was wrong. He took out the pistol from his pocket like lightning and hit him on the shoulder. .

He pinched the bullet with his fingers and showed it to Abbott, so in the following time, the little boy was as obedient as a sheep in front of him.

To be fair, that's not the reaction of an ordinary little boy, is it?Johnson is definitely not a good person. When he broke up those troublemakers, he didn't hesitate at all, and he didn't have any regrets afterwards.

But it was strange how warm the place was to him.

Especially after Batman performed "Even if you come back from the dead, I am very happy, I still doubt that you are right after the fun is over" for him.

The vegetable salad was on the dining table. There was too much salad dressing, which made the whole salad too sweet, but Carl didn’t expect much from Johnson’s craftsmanship. He thanked him, mixed the salad hastily, and started stuff it in your mouth.

The door behind him opened with a "squeak", and Abt quietly walked over from his room, and lightly tugged on Carl's neckline.

"Here, toast." He said, "I bought it before I came back. Dad is very casual about eating by himself, so he always forgets to get me something to eat. Later, he felt that irregular eating is not good for me, so he directly Give me pocket money every month and I have to arrange it myself."

"Thank you." Carl patted Abbott's head.

Abt didn't dodge, he looked up at Karl for a while, then turned and ran back to his room.

Carl ate toast with the overly sweet salad, and the feeling of food in his stomach made him feel better.

But he still felt intense tension and anxiety. At first he thought it was Jason's matter that made him stiff and unpleasant, but now he realized that was not the case. Jason's matter made him very unhappy. This matter has nothing to do with him at all, but he can't make other choices anyway.

There were times when Karl hated himself for being like that, not often, but always.

Johnson's gun was finally polished.

He stood up, nodded at Carl, and said, "I've been very busy in the past few days, and there are many things I need to deal with. You can do it yourself. If you need money, ask my son for it. I know you have money, but you should Don't want to leave any traces in Gotham. If you want to go, just go, Abt doesn't like to say goodbye."

Carl looked at Johnson with his chin propped up for a while, and asked him, "Did you tell Abbott that he is not your biological son?"

"I think he's figured it out," Johnson said.

None of them felt that there was anything unusual about what they said,

Abt, who was lying behind the door listening to their speech, couldn't help but move, his heart beating wildly.

"Aren't you going to tell him? Johnson, yesterday you risked your life to rush into the school to save Abbott, but you didn't tell him that he wasn't your son, when you thought he had guessed it?"

"This is not the point. There is no need to talk to him. I don't think this matter will affect our relationship."

"You Gotham people are so weird." Carl said sincerely.

"Each to each other. Cosmopolitan nosyness is also kind of hard for us to understand."

Carl shrugged.

He guessed that they were friends now, which felt quite novel, and it was probably only in Gotham that the intruder and the intruder chatted and laughed calmly.

-

Another world, in the universe.

"I share my power with you. I promise you that the power is second only to mine. I agree to conquer this universe with you. Peter Quill. I am very disappointed in your choice."

The surface of the planet surged, the mountains collapsed, the surface cracked, and the plants that were arranged as delicately as bonsai separated and collapsed. In the interior of the planet, tentacles made of rocks rushed towards the members of the Guardians of the Galaxy.

Peter ran away with his companions in embarrassment, and shouted: "You sound good! Don't you just want to eat me and use my power! What kind of people share power and power with me! And conquer the universe. You're so stupid, I won't play with you!"

"Conquering the universe is a great ideal..." Before Drax could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a violent rocket.

"Shut up! Hurry up and run! Peter, can't you fight back? Can't you also use that... super power like your father? Hit him with your power!"

"I can't do it!" Peter responded loudly, "This planet is the source of my abilities, and my abilities come from Ego. In theory, it is impossible for me to defeat him! At most, I can only slightly suppress it! The problem is that I I just learned to use this ability, and I don't know how to fight him at all!"

Angela was suspended in mid-air to move with them, and Peter's words made her eyes move slightly.

It was the first time for her to look at Peter so seriously. Unlike the cold and restrained eyes in the past, she looked at Peter with obvious emotional fluctuations.

A few seconds later, perhaps because she had figured something out, she flew close to Peter and put her hand on his shoulder.

"I lend you my strength," she said.

If they look farther into the vast universe, people can find that the spaceship of the marauders is rapidly approaching the planet Yigo.

Yondu sat in the driver's seat, grinning with a ferocious grin.

"Little brat, where else do you want to go?"

-

In Arkham Asylum, Halle.Quinn woke up from the coma with his head covered.

Batman stood in front of her, hidden in the darkness.

He said, "Harley Quinn, you..."

"I can't believe it's true! The clown, he did this to me!" Harley interrupted Batman with a sharp cry. He hid explosives in the warehouse! He promised me not to kill Robin, but in the end he tricked me into dying with Robin!"

"You should have thought he would do this to you. Now, answer my question..."

"I'm breaking up with him! Breaking up! I'll never forgive him!" Harry said angrily, and the next second he was crying again. "Oh, poor little Harry... wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow..."

The Dark Knight was silent for a few seconds before abandoning the interrogation.

When he returned to the Batcave, a woman wearing a tall hat and a tuxedo jacket like a costume turned her head to look at him and greeted him briskly.

"Long time no see, Batman."

-

Trembling, Tony loaded the reactor into his chest.

It felt terrible, cold, painful, and had a weird delusion that I wasn't human anymore.

But he had to.

This is a reactor prepared for a levitation vehicle. The energy produced is still very low-level, but it is enough to maintain the normal operation of the armor he made. Scientists trapped here break out.

Pay attention to the key points.

——According to the estimated situation.