Marvel Comics: Starting with the Ability to Replicate Superhuman Talents

The next night.

Elliot Manor.

In a room facing south, Kino was adjusting his tie.

Her slightly curly blond hair is paired with a black slim-fitting suit, which accentuates her strong figure.

Jino straightened the tie on his chest and looked at himself in the mirror calmly.

"Hey, Gino, don't forget to have a banquet tonight!" Thomas's voice sounded outside the door.

"I remember." Gino responded loudly, his eyes falling on the canvas bag in the corner, and his eyes were playful: "I am looking forward to attending the gathering of Gotham's upper class."

This game of cat and mouse

Gino clasped the expensive watch on his wrist.

He is ready.

The young man walked out of the room and looked at the handsome boy. The brown-haired Thomas, who was almost middle-aged, pulled the tie around his neck and said with a smile: "To be honest, you are as handsome now as I was when I was young."

Gino shrugged, he had nothing to say to his shameless uncle.

The two walked along the second floor into the living room.

Leticia, who had just undergone psychological treatment, was lying on the sofa and sleeping, with a soft blanket covering her body.

Not far away sat a bespectacled female doctor wearing a white coat and beautiful blond hair.

The girl's lower body is paired with a knee-length skirt and black stockings, and paired with a pair of black high heels, she looks youthful and beautiful.

A pair of beautiful blue eyes stared at the doll in Leticia's hand, her pretty face thoughtful.

"Dr. Harleen, what's the diagnosis?"

Thomas scratched his head and walked between the two of them. His eyes glanced at Leticia, who was sleeping, and a trace of guilt flashed in his eyes.

"Huh? Oh, she, her brain nerves have been irreversibly damaged."

Harleen pursed her lips and stroked the thin black stockings on her thighs with both hands. The woman slowly stood up, her little nose under the black-rimmed glasses shrugged. She hesitated for a moment and whispered: "To be honest, recovery is possible. Not very sexual.”

"She's mentally devastated."

"Coupled with the influence of brain nerve compression and living environment and other factors, she developed an escape personality."

"I only want to remember the memories I want to remember." Harleen looked at Leticia, inexplicably, a flash of envy flashed in her eyes.

No one can escape their past, except mental illness.

Jino silently glanced at the sleeping Leticia.

It seems that Dr. Harleen's medical skills are very good.

His eyes glanced at Dr. Harleen.

Big bright eyes, a straight bridge of nose and a rosy little mouth.

Will this woman be the famous Harley Quinn in the future?

Jino had some expectations in his heart.

If so, it means he can harvest points from it.

"Anyway, thank you very much, Dr. Harleen."

Thomas smiled and took out a few bills from his pocket wallet.

He was just about to put money into Harleen's hands.

However, Thomas glanced at the clock on the wall and couldn't help but slap his head in annoyance: "Damn it, Kino, do you have a dance partner?"

Jino was stunned for a moment, then shook his head.

He had just arrived in Gotham, had almost no social interaction, and had nowhere to find a dance partner.

"So." Thomas glanced at Harleen and said, "Miss Harleen Frances Quinzel."

"Would you like to attend a dinner party with Gino?"

Harleen glanced at the handsome young man, and then at the ink stains on her hands.

A feeling of inferiority engulfed Harleen's heart.

The girl shook her head subconsciously: "No, forget it, I, I don't want to go."

"It's such a pity." Thomas winked at Gino: "It seems you can only attend the banquet with me."

"If there is a next time, I hope you can make an appointment with your dance partner in advance."

"maybe."

Iceberg Restaurant.

This long-established restaurant was originally founded by the Cobot family and is Gotham's oldest upscale restaurant.

Melodious and classical music echoed in the splendid restaurant.

Countless expensive sports cars of various styles were parked outside the restaurant.

Those who come here to attend the banquet are either rich or noble.

The hall was full of guests, laughing and joking.

"Buzz!"

The Lamborghini sports car roared to a stop outside the restaurant.

The obedient attendant quickly opened the car door for the owner.

Bruce, wearing a suit, stepped out of the sports car with long legs.

“This car is so cool!”

The cool sports car appearance made the attendants express their sincere admiration.

Bruce smiled nonchalantly: "Maybe you should look at another one."

The thin lips under the tall bridge of the nose evoked a smile, and the co-pilot opened the door, and two black-haired and blue-eyed women stepped out of the car wearing luxurious dresses.

This erotic scene immediately made those who witnessed it label Bruce Wayne a "playboy".

"Sir, please come with me. Your seat is over here."

The two female companions held Bruce's arms and surrounded him towards the center of the hall.

"Bruce!"

A surprised voice sounded, and then Bruce saw a man standing up among a table of guests.

"Thomas!?"

Bruce also had a look of joy on his face.

There are three things worth being happy about in life.

In good health.

A dream come true.

Old friends reunited.

Bruce and Thomas are good friends.

They grew up together until Bruce chose to travel the world as an adult and Thomas chose to become a surgeon.

Thomas laughed and stepped forward, throwing his arms around Bruce.

It's obvious that their friendship hasn't faded over time.

"Follow me and I'll introduce you to my nephew."

Bruce followed Thomas to the table.

"Jino Luther, my sister's son, is also one of the heirs of the famous Luther family."

Bruce looked at the smiling young man,

The other person was sitting on a chair, one leg crossed over the other, with a lazy expression and a casual attitude, as if he was the owner of the restaurant.

The two looked at each other.

The next moment, an inexplicable sense of fear suddenly rose in Bruce's heart.

This terrible feeling made Bruce tense up subconsciously.

He didn't understand how this feeling came about.

It seemed that the young man sitting in the chair could threaten his life at any time.

The training he received in the Assassin's League made Bruce's sixth sense extremely sharp, and his sixth sense told him that this young man was dangerous.

However, no matter in terms of physical appearance, Jino seems to be just a young man in his early twenties.

With the unique publicity and vitality of young people, how could such a young man make him feel afraid?

"hello."

Gino interrupted Bruce's thoughts.

He heard Jino's voice ringing in his ears, and the blue eyes looked gloomy: "I am Jino Luther."

The boy stood up with a smile and extended his hand to Bruce: "Nice to meet you."

Bruce remained silent and stretched out his hand as well.

The two palms were clasped tightly together and then separated.

The two sat down.

The atmosphere was somewhat silent for a while.

Gino fiddled with the knives and forks on the table and looked at Bruce with a smile.

He took the lead in provoking the topic: "Mr. Bruce, I have not been in this city for a long time. What do you think of the city of Gotham?"

Thank you to Mr. Baige who read the book for the 300 point reward. Thank you, Mr. Baige!