[Comprehensive British and American] Did Avada take his life today?

After all this was done, the little girl asked her own question.

"Robin? Batman's Robin?" The fact that Batman has several Robins can be found everywhere on the Internet, but Avada really didn't expect Xiaohong to be one of them.

"It used to be, but that was before the clown beat me to death with a crowbar." Jason didn't want to hide it from Avada, but the implication behind the neutral tone at this time was that Avada was frightened.

clown?Knock to death?

She knew how vicious and terrifying this method was for human beings—it was even more unbearable than the psychological torture of watching human beings die when two planes directly hit her.

The senses she can feel, including pain, are actually very limited, but if she is Jason, let alone beat the clown, she will definitely retaliate when they meet again!

She suddenly felt a tightness in her chest. This feeling was not pleasant, it could even be called uncomfortable. She didn't know what kind of feeling it was. Avada's current level could only distinguish between her simple likes and dislikes. But he was helpless with this complicated emotion.

She didn't know what emotion it was, but she knew it wasn't enough to push the clown into the cheese if it was.

Avada thought of various ways, determined to help Jason get justice, tossed the clown a lot, hesitated and hesitated, and finally decided to add a real roommate to the clown.

Of course it's not Poison Ivy. After all, the genders are different, so let's separate them.

She picked up the clown who had eaten most of the cheese and was about to struggle out, then untied the rope without saying a word, and threw him and his changed clothes back into the glass house.

Avada stretched out his hand, and the "little cutie" he accidentally brought back from the pet market appeared in his hand.

It was a hamster, a small hamster of the original size, with round eyes, frightened by a sudden scene change.

It glanced around the little girl's palm uneasily, its snow-white hair looked soft and smooth, its two little paws were hugging its mouth, it kept trying to escape from Avada's palm, and it would be caught by Avada every time return.

This little guy is not big in size, but he is not small in courage. Awada's actions annoyed him, and the little guy actually gnawed on Awada's finger!

If you can't chew it, you will get a toothache.

Hamster style grievance jpg.

Finding that he couldn't chew, it calmed down and looked at Awada with those watery eyes.

If you can't attack by force, you will act cute maliciously!

Even an iron wall would soften under such eyes, and Awada was no exception, she was suddenly a little bit reluctant.

How can such a cute little hamster be put together with the clown?

Avada rubbed the hamster twice, the soft little thing seemed to have no bones, and after realizing that he would definitely not be able to run away, he was very obedient, and Avada did not use much force, so he stayed there obediently Let Avada Knead

This made the little girl feel unsatisfied: "Jason, look at its color, does it look like the strand of white hair on your forehead? Why don't you name it Jason?"

The little girl who got acquainted with Jason gradually let go and came up with a bad idea.

At least Jason refused without thinking.

Jason glanced at it twice, but he couldn't convince himself that his name should be associated with this kind of fluffy and inoffensive little thing.

"I think it should be called Avada." He added, "You two are actually quite alike."

How does an absolutely solid building resemble a small animal that seems to have no bones?

Awada blinked in confusion, waiting for his reason.

It's a pity that Jason didn't mean to explain at all, and he was extraordinarily sparing words at this time.

The little girl didn't ask further, they ate first, and when they were washing the dishes, she suddenly slapped her forehead: "I know what it should be called."

She put down the plate in her other hand and looked at Jason's eyes that seemed to be shining: "Call the dean!"

"Dean??"

What the hell is this name?

How did it suddenly jump from such names as "Jason", "Avada" to such a weird name?

No normal person could keep up with Avada's brain circuits, and Jason couldn't either.

Blessed to his heart, he watched the little girl staring at the Arkham-shaped fridge magnet thoughtfully.

No way? !

Dean?Headmaster of Arkham? ?

If the dean finds out, he will beat someone up, right?

Leaving aside for the time being how Arkham's dean will react when he finds out, anyway, the newly appointed hamster dean is at a loss at the moment, completely unaware of the famous super criminals he will face.

Poor, weak, and helpless jpg.

Starting today, the clown has an extra "mount" that can reach the height of his waist, oh no, it's the dean.

The dean may not be accurate enough, it should be the ancestor.

It took up two-thirds of his bed, and couldn't survive, showing a super fierce expression to the clown who tried to push it.

I am super fierce! jpg.

Ugly guy, if you don't behave well, I will bite you!

Avada looked at the situation over there, and nodded in satisfaction.

Come on, Dean!She had high hopes for it.

Jason is working on Poison Ivy's room on the other side. Unlike the Joker's room, which only needs four sides of glass to add furniture, Poison Ivy's room needs to be arranged as a garden, and the glass room must be strong enough.

Even a shrunken Poison Ivy can control plants, so make sure there are no plants in the room that she can use to attack.

Avada also went to help - she was responsible for preparing the internal filling such as soil.

The two struggled for a long time before finding a "space suitable for living and living" for Poison Ivy.

After discovering that she suddenly appeared inside a building, Pamela Eisley wasn't too nervous. She even looked around with great interest—the dilapidated World Trade Center.

You know, she didn't go inside before it fell down, and now she comes in for a visit.

It's just that her little neuropathy is probably too worried, and she and the clown are folded in the hands of the red hood one after another.

Pamela went to the window and looked out.

Outside is a large forest.

She raised her eyebrows. Doesn't the Red Hood know what her abilities are?

It should not be the red hood that was negligent, but the little girl.

Thinking of that little girl... no, maybe not a little girl.She is still surprised even now, can even the building turn into a person now? !

She tried to control the plants in the forest outside, but found she couldn't reach there, even though it didn't seem that far away.

This should be the shielding effect of the building itself.

She tried to reach out, but was stopped by an inexplicable force when she was about to touch the window, and pushed back into the building.

It was like the power of the wind.

Using this thing to stop her is at least more acceptable to her than those weapons invented by humans.

Pamela found that she actually didn't hate the building that much.

Since it was impossible to take the initiative to escape, she didn't struggle, and simply stood by the window basking in the sun.

After standing there for an unknown amount of time, the wind blew and the trees were swaying. She suddenly saw the top of the castle that was covered by trees not far away.

Wayne Manor?

Pamela stared there for a long while, and hummed softly with unknown meaning, but in the next second, the surrounding scene changed again, and she appeared in the palm of the silver-haired girl with a size of ten centimeters.

This time the view is not quite right, everything around is too big!

No, it wasn't that something else was too big, it was that she was shrunk.

Pamela looked at the place she was stepping on—the little girl's soft and delicate palm.

"So you can not only control yourself to zoom in and out?"

Pamela sighed inexplicably, and she didn't confront her right away, her tone of voice even sounded like she was talking to a friend.

Jason went out to buy things after setting up the glass room. It was basically the same before Avada came. The red hood is active at night. Eat something during the day, catch up on sleep, and occasionally buy something when needed. Basically half a day passed.

Occasionally, there will be some activities that have to be participated in during the day. For example, some people deliberately pick trouble during the day when the vigilantes rarely appear, in order to prevent the transaction from being broken.

He seldom socializes—only at night to "socialize" with the criminals with his fists.

Awada ignored the Poison Ivy girl, and the Poison Ivy girl didn't need her to answer, so the little girl Silent put her into the glass house.

Red hair... It reminded her of Natasha, but Natasha was completely different from Poison Ivy, and Avada couldn't wait to contact Nata.

"Did you even arrange the environment specially? Surprise! And over there...there are clowns and hamsters? Oh, I really didn't expect to see this scene, dear Shimao, I decided to start liking you."

Before she went in, she saw another clown in the glass room who had to hold the hamster sideways to lie down on the bed.

The ugly man who was wronged and hugged the hamster didn't know that the Poison Ivy girl was watching his jokes outside.

I can't see his appearance clearly, but I can find that the makeup on his face has been completely washed off, and even his clothes have been changed. Except for the green hair, it is basically impossible to tell that he is the famous clown.

Can make a clown like this...

Pamela decided to be more obedient. Although the little hamster is cute, it was when she was a normal size, so forget it now.

Fortunately, she still has a few seeds of harmless babies, which can just decorate her "home" for the next period of time.

She is not worried that she will be imprisoned for a long time or be red hooded, she only believes in one thing:

My little psycho will get me out of here soon - as for the clown?That must have been incidental :)

Pamela glanced at the clown's miserable situation in a happy mood, but regretted that she didn't have a mobile phone at hand.

Avada seemed to have a heart-to-heart with her. As soon as the idea came to her, the little girl reached out for her phone and skillfully took pictures of the clown from all angles.

Pamela: Well, yes, I decided to like her from now on.

"Let's discuss the World Trade Center, can you send me these photos later?"

Before Avada closed the roof, did Pamela ask it out? Even if the mature and beautiful Poison Ivy becomes a ten-centimeter villain, she is so exquisite and beautiful that she wants to make people scream, which is completely different from the clown.

She blew a kiss to Avada.

Awada, who had been sullen on purpose, broke his power in an instant.

Ah, although they are completely different from Nata, they are both different!

It seems that there should not be a problem with Arkham's aesthetics, but only the clown.

The little girl was so confused by Poison Ivy's non-malicious conversation that she couldn't treat her like a clown. After hesitating for less than 0.1 second, Avada compromised: "Okay, okay, of course."

Well, definitely not because of anything else, just because this request is simply not too much :)