All the superheroes I played are revived [Comprehensive Yingmei]

"..." The clown's eyes were slowly widening, and there was a bit of abnormal excitement in his eyes. The knife in his hand was flying around his fingertips, making the child who was thrown on the ground beside him cry in fear.

Because of fear, the child didn't even dare to cry out loud, his face was flushed from holding back, and his big tears fell to the ground drop by drop.

"It's so beautiful." The clown crushed the snow slag on the ground, "These eyes..."

At first glance, it looks so similar.

If it weren't for the completely different face and figure, the clown would almost think that it was his old opponent who never died in Gotham every night.

But he is not.

There will never be another Batman in this world.

Batman's eyes are deeper and deeper, as if to contain the entire Gotham that is decaying and falling.

The surging emotions that Batman has never shown, but he is sure that they do exist, are quietly and tightly hidden by this night-walking knight in the dark under layer after layer of invisible cover. The deterrent force enveloped the heat and perseverance that had never cooled down inside.

His eyes are always silent and dark, deeper than the night sky, filled with all kinds of contradictory emotions in that depth, and it seems that nothing has ever existed, like countless dark abyss hidden in the mist , silently opened the black mist towards the person stared at by the pair of eyes, with a force to drag the person into control domineeringly.

Although he was wearing cold armor, his heart was still hot.

But the person in front of him was obviously doing something to survive, but he didn't have a burning desire to survive in his eyes.

It's like an empty shell that has had its soul and passion taken away.

Harry looked at Dan, and suddenly recalled a scene that he hadn't thought of for a long time.She thought of the second-generation Robin Jason—that is, the Red Hood today—when Batman finally arrived on the night she smashed his limbs, but only saw Jason's body.

Although that look of near-destruction and remorse was fleeting, and only she saw it alone, she remembered very clearly how Batman's eyes resembled these younger eyes at that time.

Harry glanced at the clown calmly, a scene that the clown had never seen before.

The Joker stared into Dan's eyes for a moment, suddenly feeling bored.

It's no fun looking for bats in other people -- no fun killing someone who's already dead inside -- as if even today he's out of Gotham and robbing Metropolis.

He casually threw the knife in his hand and the remote control into the river beside him, and left with the clown girl with a dull expression on his face.

"Hey, what about the live broadcast?" The Penguin looked unwillingly at the photographers who were still carrying the cameras. He wanted to seize the opportunity to abduct a few of them. He just had a shortage of such talents.

However, the clown neither turned his head nor paid him any attention, not even the signature laugh and the ditty of the previous high spirits.The Scarecrow followed silently first, and the Penguin took several glances at the shivering photographer, then hurriedly followed the clown and left with his men.

He didn't dare to stay in this place too long, after all, Luthor's RoboCop is not for fun, although I don't know why it hasn't appeared this time, but who knows when those iron bumps will appear What about suddenly falling from the sky?

He still hasn't made enough money!

Five seconds after the Gotham villains evacuated, the figure standing on the high platform fell down.

"Oh! Batman!"

"Hey, no, that's an actor!"

"God, go save him, is his leg okay?"

The crowd gradually made a sound.

Dan tried to keep his eyelids shut, but cold sweat trickled down his eyes, making them sting.He felt a large group of people rushing around him, shouting or whispering anxiously in his ears:

"He looks like he's going to pass out!"

"Doctor, is there a doctor?"

"I'm the police, let's go there!"

"Got to take him to the hospital!"

"No... not going to the hospital..." Dan tried in vain to free himself from the hands that were outstretched to lift him onto the stretcher. "I have to go back..."

Everything that happened just now has been broadcast on the TV station. Little Superman and little Luthor at home may have seen this scene. What if they were worried for a while and rushed out of the house to find him?He had to go back, or at least say hello to them.

Dan struggles vaguely with dizziness: "The phone..."

Let me call home and at least report that it's safe...

A woman's voice persuaded in a low voice: "Don't move around, the injury will be more serious, you have to—ah!!"

The cool wind suddenly passed by his ears, and he only felt that the wreckage of the vehicle under him was shaking due to the sudden increase of weight on his side, and was held into his arms by a pair of powerful arms in the next second.

"Nightwing?!"

"Why is Nightwing here? Isn't his city Bludhaven?"

"It seems that after Batman's death, the Robins will help Gotham... This time, the clown, Harley Quinn and other criminals are out of Gotham, so it's normal for Nightwing to come and catch them!"

"What is he doing?"

Dan felt that the pain was slowly going away from him, and his body became colder and colder, as if all the warmth was being sucked away with every breath he took.But he didn't have the time or the mood to think about it. He just used all his willpower and dizziness to resist, thinking in his mind: must go home.

Dan felt as if he had crashed into a strong, broad chest that shielded him from the cold wind and the eager gazes that made him shiver.

He moved his hands with all his strength: "Go... home..."

"Where is your home?" A low magnetic and pleasant voice sounded beside his ears, burning his earlobe.

Danser shivered and trembled: "Bideford Street... No. 2... Lane... 337..."

The darkness finally came completely.

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When Dan woke up, he found that he was already lying on his own bed, wrapped in a fluffy quilt, and there was no pain in his broken leg.

Dan moved, feeling tight in his chest, and just about to get up, a small curly hair protruded from the quilt on his chest: "Dan!"

Clark held up his little claws and tried to stretch his arms, trying to hug Dan, but because his hands were too short, he could only grab Dan's chin completely, which made his round stomach very uncomfortable.

However, this discomfort has been overwhelmed by luck. Compared with almost losing Dan, this discomfort is nothing at all. Clark pressed close to Dan, even if his belly was squeezed by his chin, he didn't care: "Scared me to death, I I almost thought the clown would kill you...God, I never thought they would suddenly change the location!"

"……Humph."

As soon as Dan took down the little god on the chin, there was a moan from a nest beside the bed.

The nest at the foot of the bed was dragged to Dan's hand at some point.

"Mr. Luther..." Dan looked at the little Luther with a small head emerging from the nest, his eyes became softer, "Are you worried about me too?"

"It's just warmer here." Luther turned his face coldly, leaving the back of his bald and round head to Dan.

Dan smiled, and stretched out his hand to rub Clark's swollen belly, which caused Clark's short limbs to open and close: "I know, Mr. Luthor is just afraid of the cold."

"By the way, why am I here? My legs..." Dan suddenly reacted.

"I sent you back—" A muffled voice came from the fireplace.

……

Wait, in the fireplace? !

Dan was so frightened that he pressed his hand hard, and the little Superman who was enjoying the massage groaned: "Who is it!?"

There was a rustling sound from the fireplace, and then a head appeared upside down from the fireplace: "Me."

"Don't move around. I gave you an anesthesia to fix your leg, but don't have to give another injection to fix it again. I'm not a professional doctor. I'll make sure if you can recover by then." It's gone." Ye Yi, wearing a black mask and blue-black tights, said as he got out of the fireplace, patted the dust on his body, and scratched his head in wonder: "Your chimney seems to be blocked. The blockage is quite tight, and it feels like it was blocked by some doll..."

As Ye Yi spoke, his eyes fell on the little superman in Dan's arms who was a little sluggish.

It fell on Luther who was sitting next to Dan, who suddenly raised his head when he heard the words.

Dan said blankly: "Like a doll..."

Dan: "...!"

Ye Yi: "...!"

Nightwing slid back into the fireplace with a stab.

After a while, he panicked like a boy and fell out of the fireplace holding a dusty black cloak that had just been dug out.

Ye Yi jumped up from the ground and shouted, "Oh my god!"

Dan looked at the familiar—and not so familiar because it had already turned into a three-headed—figure, and opened his eyes wide, muttering: "God..."

I don't know whether it was shock or ecstasy that hit Dan's brain and made him stay in place. For a moment, his brain went blank, only his heart was beating faster and faster.

Clark quickly sat up in a sit-up from Dan's arms: "BAT!!"

The three-headed body sleeping in Ye Yi's strong and powerful arms has a black cloak and a round armor belly in the shape of abdominal muscles. One of the small pointed cat ears is folded on the top of the head, like a cat. Droopy ears.

Dan was stunned by the accident or surprise, but those eyes, which were originally still lost under the gentleness, slowly and slowly brightened.

It seemed as if the dust had been broken from the cold ashes, and a butterfly reborn from nirvana flew out. It shook its gorgeous wings, and slowly reawakened the light of this midnight blue world bit by bit.

Ye Yi panicked like a novice father who was stuffed with a baby by a doctor, stiffly hugging the three-headed Batman, who was all soft and soft, and spun frantically on the fur mat: "What to do, what to do?"

Clark held up his small hands, hugged his round head, and followed Ye Yi's legs, spinning wildly together: "What should I do, what should I do?"

Luther looked at the scene like a hen with chicks with cold eyes, and snorted coldly.After he recognized who the three-headed body in Ye Yi's arms was, he realized that his future life might be even more difficult.

Taking advantage of Clark jumping out of Dan's arms, Luthor, who finally realized that under the development of this situation, it seemed that he could only live more comfortably by hugging the little actor's thigh temporarily, condescendingly stretched out his little hand and grabbed Dan's. Arms, using both hands and feet, forced himself into Dan's arms, and put his two claws on Dan's arms, as if on the starting platform: "What are you panicking! Take off your clothes and see if there is any injury! No , let him fall asleep. Isn’t the point now about Dan’s leg injury?”

As Little Luthor talked, he felt that his feet and feet were a little cold in this posture, so he kicked the quilt very naturally, and stuffed his feet into the quilt.

"...?" Dan's thoughts hadn't escaped from the three-headed Batman in Ye Yi's arms, and he was a little dazed. He was caught off guard by Luthor's sudden nomination and got caught under the quilt, and he lowered his head in bewilderment. Look at little Luthor's bare head.

"You are very important to us, and we will definitely protect you." Luthor raised his head, put his little hand on Dan's big hand, his face was righteous, his words were sincere and sincere, and he couldn't see that he was trying to trick Dan into going out to find the clown to die. who the hell is.

After scanning Batman, it was confirmed that the other party had no external injuries, but Ye Yi, who was still sleeping for some reason, threw away the instrument: "By the way, who is this bald head? Does it look familiar? This head... so bright, so round , these eyes..."

All kinds of characteristics gradually match up with a certain super-revolutionary in his memory.

Ye Yi: "!!? Could this be Luthor?!"

All kinds of memories of confronting Luther in the past flashed into his mind, and Yeyi strode out instinctively, grabbing Luther by the back of the neck who had slipped into Dan's arms.

Little Luthor: "...what are you doing?"

Little Luthor: "!! What are you doing!"

Little Luther looked at the familiar iron cage that was quickly approaching him, struggling to kick his feet, like a bamboo mouse that was cruelly grabbed by fate:

"Let go! Let go! I don't want to enter the cat cage!"

The author has something to say: welcome little Luther home (^o^)/~

Little Luther:? !

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