[Zhongyingmei] Treatment is for protection!

When Wei Lin learned from his teammates that he had a new teammate, it was already a week after Paderson joined the Avengers.

"You said he came in through Nellope?"

Wei Lin frowned, and he didn't need to think too much to know that Nellope was definitely not simply adding people to them. The relationship between the Avengers was originally harmonious, but a newcomer with a "bad background" came to the station. Small tasks are fine. If you encounter something dangerous, in addition to dealing with the enemy with all your strength, you may also need to pay attention to the situation of your teammates around you.

This feeling is definitely very uncomfortable.

Even if there are other close and trustworthy teammates around, it’s like a large grain of sand sticking to the sole of the foot when walking. Even if it doesn’t hurt at first, it will hurt from time to time.

This made Wei Lin's first impression of the newcomer very bad.

This psychological journey can be referred to simply as exclusion.

But if it is a teammate with no problems, it will naturally get used to it after a period of time.

However, Nelop is obviously a person with a relatively high desire for power, and it is unlikely that he will send someone who is okay.

"No way, Paderson is a capable user with good abilities. I don't know what will happen in the end in the hands of Nellope. As his seniors, we should prevent him from going astray and teach him well."

Clinton said quite righteously.

"……speak politely."

Wei Lin was startled by his sudden change.But hearing his relaxed tone, Wei Lin knew that he would not be too unpleasant to this new member, and he relaxed a little.

"Nellope's ability is actually mediocre, but some results that can be put on the table may not be able to be expressed.

But he is very capable of making troubles, and he belongs to the side of the government that has no bottom line. We are so little, and we devote all our energy to the country. How can we have time to play with him.

It's better to continue this, he will probably stop for a while later. "

Clint shrugged.

"However, you'll stay in Gotham for a while and don't come back. We're afraid that Nellope is involved in human experiments. We're afraid he might have thoughts on you. Even if it's not too much, maybe a tube of blood today and a piece of skin tomorrow. annoying.

By the way, Tony's original words were not to give him a single hair, or let the Iron Legion shoot at him, anyway, he doesn't lack bullets, energy, and money.

So for the stability of society, you have to protect yourself.

Stop talking, I'm going to jump off the plane. "

"Okay, the mission went well."

"Of course, a trifle."

Wei Lin hung up the phone and walked into the hotel room.

Bruce also just finished a phone call, and looked up at him when he heard him coming.

Crisis was keenly aware of the low air pressure around Bruce.

"Are you ok?"

Wei Lin walked over.

"I have to go back to Gotham, Vincent got hurt. He's no match for that man."

Bruce was still very imposing when he frowned, but when he wasn't wearing a bat mask because of his handsome and delicate face, the sharpness was softened, and he became slightly melancholy.

Wei Lin reached out and pushed back a lock of hair from his cheek, then lowered his head and kissed his forehead.

"Let's go back together, he'll be fine."

They returned to Gotham overnight.

The situation was simply stated on the phone, and it was not clear what exactly happened, and Vincent himself described it on the stand.

Vincent was a little embarrassed.

He was still in a coma when Alfred called Bruce, otherwise he would have stopped the old butler anyway.

He knows Bruce well, and he can tell from his state that this dark knight, who has never had a good temper when facing criminals, is already angry. Don't look at him sitting here, when he leaves this door, he will definitely find the culprit Trouble.

But Vincent felt an inexplicable sense of shame, like a child who lost a fight at school, the teacher called the parents, and the parents were obsessed with finding their children back.

"It's the Clay gang. Someone is selling | drugs. When I went to arrest them, I met their new recruit. There was a fight but nothing happened."

Vincent explained the whole process concisely, with a dry voice.

Ah Fu brought him a glass of warm water.

Vincent said thank you, took it and drank it wholeheartedly.

Please, don't ask him the details, it's too embarrassing, especially when the person whose code name is what clock stepped on the ground and rubbed him, he was very sincerely disappointed and said:

"I thought the new Batman who could settle the whole of Gotham would be better at fighting, but unfortunately I was busy with other things before, and I didn't catch up with Gotham's talents..."

But in terms of understanding of Vincent, Bruce ranks second and Afu can only rank third, and Dick, an incompetent brother, has no ranking.

Bruce asked a few more questions calmly, and combined with Ah Fu's information, he guessed the process roughly.

The moment he walked out of Vincent's room with a gentle expression, Bruce's expression darkened.

The first call was because Ah Fu detected that Vincent's lumbar spine was severely damaged, and if the injury was not treated in time, it might cause paralysis of the lower body.

After the tragedy of Barbara spending what should have been the brightest years of his life in a wheelchair, Bruce took the injury very seriously.

It was getting brighter.

Bruce still couldn't sleep.He carefully took off the hand around Wei Lin's waist, stretched his long legs and stepped directly on the ground beside the bed, and got up lightly without making any sound, even when his body was twisted in mid-air, he was slow and unsteady. With airflow.

He went out like a cat, and made no sound when opening and closing the door.

But Wei Lin was used to people sleeping beside him, so he woke up when the temperature around him got colder.

So when Bruce came back from Vincent's room softly again, he happened to meet Wei Lin's eyes.

Bruce's light-footed appearance does not have that sneaky and wretched feeling, more like an elegant gentleman on the beam.But Wei Lin deliberately narrowed him down:

"Are you picking flowers or stealing food?"

Seeing that Wei Lin woke up, Bruce didn't deliberately lower his voice.

He slowly raised the corners of his mouth, approached him slowly, and said meaningfully:

"Actually, you can have both."

Then when he was approaching the bed, he suddenly threw himself on the bed.

Wei Lin was startled and quickly caught him.

"I thought you would hide, but you threw yourself into my arms?"

The corner of Bruce's mouth had a somewhat unscrupulous smile, the casual and lazy smile he used to hang on the cover of magazines, but the affection in his eyes was real.

"Didn't you hear?"

Wei Lin helplessly let him hold his wrist, lay flat and let him press on him.

"what?"

"The screaming of the bed."

Wei Lin had a serious face, as if a parent was teaching a disobedient child a lesson.

"You are not a child anymore, don't you know how many catties you have? No matter how good the bed is, it will shorten your lifespan if it is so overwhelming."

"..."

Bruce choked.

When Wei Lin was shocked and caught him just now, he thought that Wei Lin was afraid that he would fall, but he didn't expect that in Wei Lin's heart, he was not as good as a bed that only cost a few million.

"I can also make it shorter."

Bruce looked a little dangerous.

Still a little sleepy, Wei Lin didn't want to fight on the bed hungry, so he changed the subject:

"Don't worry now, do you?"

He was talking about Vincent, and Bruce knew it.

In fact, Bruce didn't really want to mess around, but he was a little annoyed for a while. He hugged Wei Lin in his arms again, and Wei Lin also got used to finding a comfortable angle. The fit body seemed to complement the other side of each other. half.

"Well, it's good to have you."

"Go to fight tonight and take me. If you can't win, I will fight with him."

Wei Lin suggested.

Regardless of how likely it is, Bruce happily agrees.

But when they woke up again, it was the recovered Vincent who was the first to experience this couple's battle.

The process was like this - first, Bruce went up, both of them tried their best, and the result was that Vincent's self-confidence, which had been shattered only yesterday, was shattered again.

Faced with Bruce's merciless iron fists, legs, whips and elbows hitting knees, Vincent felt as if he had returned to four years ago when he was still anonymous as Red Hood. Scenes of rage and beating when doing something unhealthy.

After so many years, he always felt that he was rising steadily, but in the end, it seemed as if someone ate the middle section. He still had no power to fight against Bruce, who is now in his 40s and should have started to go downhill.

Vincent, who was hit, was in a trance for a moment, and Bruce unceremoniously seized the opportunity to beat him until he couldn't get up.

Wei Lin couldn't bear to watch from the sidelines, but he knew that Vincent's distraction during the battle would never be tolerated.

Although this is because he is facing Bruce, it shows that he does not have a correct attitude, so there is not much room for improvement.

So Wei Lin purposely waited for Vincent to be in pain for a while before going up to give him a bottle of water for treatment.

Bruce stopped him.

"How many times have you faced this situation? You are too weak to get up, and there are potential dangers around you. You can only struggle to stay awake and not let your other foot step into death."

Vincent licked the blood on his lips, barely shook his head to wake himself up, but still couldn't avoid slurring his words.

"...fourteen times."

"How many times do you wake up and reflect on yourself and feel that if you had done another thing at a certain point, you would not have fallen to that point."

Vincent gasped weakly and was silent for a while while Bruce waited for him.

"Eight times."

Vincent knew that Bruce wanted to teach himself, so he tried his best to support his body and punched him.

Bruce accepted it easily, with a helpless expression on his face.

"You are Batman, not an athlete in 'Don't Set Your Limits'. In this situation, don't choose to fight hard with the enemy, because even if the enemy is not in good condition, your risk is too great. The most important thing to do It's about contacting someone you absolutely trust and hiding until help arrives."

Vincent recovered halfway through Bruce's words.

Then start a new round of training.

After the intermission, the opponent was replaced by Wei Lin.

When Vincent was beaten to the ground by Wei Lin, he was already very calm. His cognition of himself was shattered. Before that, he had a higher reputation and deterrence than Bruce as Batman in Gotham, not because he was strong. , but because no strong enemies came out.

That night, the culprit probably knew that he had caused trouble, or his boss knew about it and didn't let him out.

Wei Lin and Bruce naturally rushed to nothing, and only concentrated on teaching Vincent.

Vincent has clearly realized these days - he is still far from it.

Thinking this way, after the day's training, Vincent proposed to Bruce to continue exercising.

"The current me is not enough to be Batman. I hope to go to cities outside Gotham to find like-minded friends and opponents who can sharpen him. So, Bruce, please continue to be Gotham's Batman."

When he heard Vincent say this, it was hard to say whether Bruce had any regrets. He just found that Vincent's character was still a bit straightforward, and he was more inclined to fight hard rather than use the smallest force to achieve his goal in battle.

As a result, the job that had been handed out steadily fell back into his hands.

But Bruce still agreed with a smile on his face. After all, if the child wants to make progress, can he stop it?After all, there are only two people in the family who can beat him, and the attack pattern can be familiarized quickly. In contrast, it is easier to improve by fighting more unfamiliar people.

"It's obvious that you hit people too hard and beat people away."

Wei Lin made up for him.

He supports Vincent's idea. Young people of this age, open their eyes and close their eyes, thinking that fighting criminals is too heavy. Before he and Bruce disappeared suddenly, they drove ducks to the shelves, but the best way to make a smooth transition is to make a smooth transition .

Bruce has nothing to say, but he doesn't want to admit it, and decides to blame everything on the culprit.

The ancient clock who was hugging the beautiful woman and the wine suddenly trembled, and his scalp exploded for no reason, but he didn't feel anything wrong around him.

Seeing his sharp eyes darting around, Chris, who was still only wearing a mask on his face, turned to look at him.

"what happened?"

He was secretly vigilant as he spoke.

Gu Zhong shook his head, pushed away the beauty in his arms and continued drinking.

Chris ignored him, too.

Meanwhile, Bruce receives a message from Vincent:

Bruce, the leader of the Trey gang stopped me before and asked me about Wei Lin's situation. He just wanted to confirm whether Wei Lin was alive. He said that Wei Lin had saved him, and he seemed to care about Wei Lin very much.

ps: He is quite handsome with the mask off, and he is still very young ^_^.

Bruce almost crushed the phone with his hands.

The author has something to say: Today is my fastest time ever!Because when I wrote more than 1000 words, today was the last day of school, and the campus network was very unstable. I connected to the campus network to save traffic, but a WeChat message came and all the chapters I was writing were gone (┬＿ ┬), it was past nine o'clock at that time, and the back was smooth enough, so it wasn't cold, and it was thick and long.

But I still like the traditional way of doing things, and the writing is smoother, uh, maybe because there is no exam pressure, so the brain is not nervous?