Martin Variety in American Comics

At a glance, Ding Zhen was identified as La's old tender!

Harry screamed in his mouth, and he was even more obscure than the ghost, and turned his head for strategic transfer.

But as soon as I walked to the stairs, the sharp steel knife in the assassin's hand against the chest, there were many black holes in the back.

"Oh, I suddenly had no gas at home, let's go back!"

Harry changed his face instantly in the face of steel knife and steel gun, and turned back to her apartment.

Lars sat on the sofa without any nervousness, and even made pot tea.

He had arranged everything long ago to ensure that Harry could not escape.

"Hey, Lao Deng! You are not busy dealing with Batman, what do you come to my house?"

Harry fell on the table with one foot and directly shocked the tea set.

And such lunatics are not polite, you must make a pre -made person.

This is the trick that Harry has repeatedly beaten by Batman.

Lars bounced to the tea that fell on the robe, and said directly: "Long talk short, we encountered trouble. My two collaborators, the clown died, Bain fell into the enemy. I need help!"

"Pudding is dead?"

Harry heard the news, like Lei Zhen, her body trembled, her body shook a few times, she fell on the purple sofa, and sobbing whispered.

Some surprises, Harry's response was very different from his imagination.

According to the relationship between the two, learned that the clown's death, Harry should cry, and then stunned the hammer to destroy it around, shouting that she would take revenge on the clown.

What is this whispering sobbing now?

Is the relationship between you so fragile?

"Don't you want to avenge the clown?" Lals tried Harry's attitude.

"Who killed him? Batman, he finally won once."

Harry wiped tears, raised his head, and had no grief on his face, only curiosity.

"Batman has a new friend, a person with a variety of and ruthless. With him, Gotham's criminals will not be good in the future."

Ras turned around, no longer mentioning clown, and instead threatened with the current situation.

"Hum, I can't think of it! I am already good, my mother, this is the route that I can avoid being hunt by Batman!"

Harry stood up, holding her hands on her chest, and said proudly.

"Lao Deng, the madness of mental illness really has the limit! I learned in the Akham Madman's House that mental illness is just the weak who is difficult to endure pain and casual epilepsy.

Ordinary talents who can swallow all kinds of injustice and pain, but also encourage themselves to survive are real lunatic! "

"What are you talking about?"

Rars's face was black, and he always couldn't understand the thoughts of these lunatics of Gotham.

Harry slammed the table and drank: "I ... be a good person, old ascension!"

"I have broken up with the clown long ago, and since he threw me as a shield to Batman."

I don't understand what your Gotham people are thinking .jpg!

Ras held his head tiredly: "In this case, then I will not talk nonsense with you!"

Wow!

The assassin of the gun rushed into the apartment like a tide, and the black cave muzzle all pointed at Harry's small body.

Harry, who was just still righteous, changed his face instantly and raised his hands and said, "Although I am a good person now, it would be different if you coerced me."

"Little nonsense, where is the poisonous vine girl?"

Harry's face was teasing my expression: "You have made such a large circle, just to find Ai Wei?"

"It's not easy to find her. You bombed the Gotham Botanical Garden. She immediately arrived at your doorstep and gave your robes down."

Lals said with a deep voice: "I find her for cooperation, not to establish a new enemy."

"You have less epilepsy here, and tell me where is the poisonous vine girl?"

"Show away the muzzle, I tell you that it is."

Harry thought in her heart, when I saw Ai Wei, all of you turned into fertilizers.

Nympho

Safe House!

Ye Yi worked hard for a few hours, and finally helped Gordon remove the bombs in the underground tunnel and sorted out the gas and corpses of the warehouse.

He took off his uniform, dumped his tail behind him, returned to the safe house, and opened the door to see Martin's painting.

He only used a pen, and the paint was the shadow around him. When he dipped it lightly, he had an endless ink.

"I really admire your patience, and now I still have idle paintings instead of going to the lunatic of Lalus."

Dick was paralyzed on the sofa, not complaining, he was so tired that he had no complaint.

Although Martin, the main force of Gotham in these days, Ye Yi has been behind him, cleaning the trivial matters of the corners.

Dick did not have super powers. He turned around for five days and was highly mentally tight. He just breathed a sigh of relief, worried that the thorny league, the sword hanging on the top of his head, may fall at any time, so as not to relax.

Martin performed the final repair on the canvas. He said to Dick: "The poison gas in the warehouse is a obstacle. Bruce did experiments. The wind was scattered as soon as the wind was blowing, and nothing could be done.

The nodes of the Gotham Tan Water Pipeline are the security control of the Wenen Group. Everyone is equipped with a special tracker, and even if it is dead, you can send a signal. "

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"There is no movement yet, Lars may not start from the water."

Dick had a headache, put his hands into his hair, rubbed it fiercely, and rubbed his head into a henhouse.

"These damn bastards, why do they always want to kill people and destroy things? Aren't they human beings? Don't they have any desire for a better life?"

"Their better life is to ride on other people's heads and act tyrannically."

Martin had seen through people like Lars a long time ago. They are people who cannot be changed unless they are sent to death.

"Besides, Lars may not be a human being."

"What did you say?"

Martin shook his head. Dick thought he might be hallucinating. He lay down halfway through his turn.

Ah, lying flat is so comfortable!

Although it was only a few seconds, it felt good.

"The painting is finished. Do you want to see it?"

Martin clapped his hands, and Dick's upper body bounced up directly, leaning next to him and looking at the canvas.

There was only one color on the canvas, that is black!

But under Martin's superb painting skills, it showed various different forms.

The overlapping curtains hung down, covering a door that seemed to be there and not there, making it difficult to see where the door led to.

There was a rustling sound in Dick's ears, as if something was telling him about the obscure past.

He listened carefully, and the curtains were pulled open. Although they were still half-covered, he saw masks flying, turning into shadows of various shapes, opening their arms and welcoming him into the shadows.

"Fuck, what the hell is this thing you drew?"

Dick's head hit the curtain, just like hitting a hardwood door. He woke up with a thud and quickly moved away from this weird painting.

"This is the door to the shadow kingdom."

Martin took a white cloth and covered the canvas, explaining: "The shadow kingdom in this world is still in its original form, and there is no distinction between good and evil, so I used the last time to draw this door."

"As long as you go through a special ceremony, you can temporarily gain the power to use the shadow."

"This..."

Dick has said Martin's magic too many times, and he doesn't want to repeat it anymore.

He wants to know how to use this painting?

"I've already told Bruce how to use this painting."

Martin yawned and walked to the bedroom: "I'm going to sleep. If you have something to do, set the alarm clock earlier, don't wake me up directly."

Dick made an "OK" gesture and couldn't wait to find Bruce to play with new toys.

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