[Comprehensive British and American] Humanoid weapons

The appearance of the voice is not a coincidence.

Little Kirk heard it many times, but most of it was just babbling, fragmentary, vague and messy.

Their voices are not even the same, there are men and women, there are old people, and there are children.

This is a strange thing. According to the normal procedure, Ghost Blade needs to report this matter to his father and wait for his father's judgment.

But every time he had this idea, there was always a voice in his head that seemed to be whispering, preventing him from moving.

Until now, Bruce didn't know about it.

Apart from these whispers that shouldn't exist, there are other abnormalities on Ghost Blade's body.

He's always dreaming, something he's never had before.

The scene in the dream is realistic, detailed and terrifying, just like the real world.

……

Ghost Blade is still dreaming tonight.

In the dream, Ghost Blade lay in a dark place.

There is no light around, it is very humid, with a rotten smell, and the smell of earth is strong in the air.

There is very little space for the Ghost Blade to move. According to the feeling of up, down, left, and right, and under the body, it can be judged that this is a box, made of wood, and the shape is probably a long strip. The oxygen inside the box is very thin. Combined with the moist earthy atmosphere around it, there is a high probability that it will not be on the ground.

——This is a box buried deep in the ground.

Combined with the fact that someone was lying inside, Moyo could guess that it might be a coffin.

But only possible.

Now that cremation is prevalent, few people choose to bury a person completely in a coffin, which is really rare.

Ghost Blade quietly looked at the position directly above, waiting for the start of the dream.

According to the situation of the previous few nights, he will probably enter the main body of the dream soon and become a part of the dream, until the dream is broken and he wakes up from the dream.

Three seconds later, Ghostblade knew the dream had begun.

He could feel the surrounding environment now, the thin oxygen in the air made Ghost Blade very uncomfortable, it was a kind of discomfort that was almost impossible to breathe.

But this is not the end, and then an indescribable emotion surged into his heart.

This emotion came so violently that it caught off guard and filled Ghost Blade's entire body - mixed with bewilderment, pain, despair, complex and strong.

For a moment, I felt almost suffocated.

The perception of the body also began to recover, and the limbs, which were previously unfeeling, gradually had a sense of existence. Although they were soft and almost numb, their existence was clearly manifested along with the pain.

The painful parts are not only the limbs, but also the trunk.

A sharp feeling attacked Ghost Blade in an instant. Under this extreme feeling, even breathing became very difficult, as if a big hole had been pierced in the lungs, and even a slight gasp was painful like being torn.

Ghost Blade could probably guess that his ribs were broken, and more than one.

This feeling is very strange.

It's not that Ghost Blade's ribs have never been broken. In fact, every inch of his body has broken memories. Some were broken during missions, and some were broken by "father".

But because his father had experimented on his body, Ghost Blade had already lost his normal sense of pain, and the pain brought him more fatigue, depression, and numbness that could be endured.

In reality, he has no pain and feels no pain.

But in the dream, the pain seemed to exist again, showing his ability with fangs and claws.

Numb pain is not the worst pain, the worst pain is waking pain.

Ghost Blade could feel physical pain, but no matter what he couldn't faint, the huge pain attacked his unclear brain, prompting him to subconsciously want to get rid of it.

The limp limbs began to twitch, and a strange itching began to wreak havoc.

It hurts, it hurts...

The existence of emotion intensified the spread and perception of pain, and the two forces raged in Ghost Blade's body, tearing his already broken body.

He felt all this in a sane situation.

There seemed to be another man whispering something in his ear.

In great pain, Kirk couldn't hear the specific content of the words, but he heard his father's name.

"Bruce... Bruce..."

One by one, from clear to hoarse, then broken and blurred, until finally it completely turned into a breathy sound and disappeared in the air.

The pain intensified.

Inexplicably, Ghost Blade suddenly felt wronged.

"Why didn't you come and save me?"

He thought, "Why don't you come and save me?"

……why?

……why?

……

…………

Ghost Blade opened his eyes abruptly.

He almost jumped out of bed.

The deep pain in the dream disappeared from the moment he woke up, and the suffocating emotion in his heart also faded like the tide.

The room was very dark, but it was different from the damp and rotten darkness in the dream. There was a faint fragrance in the room, which was soothing and gentle.

It's safe here.

No pain, no feeling of unbearable hopelessness.

Ghost Blade reached out and touched his heart.

For some unknown reason, he suddenly walked from the bed to the carpet.

He wasn't wearing shoes, but the floor wasn't cold.

The old housekeeper of Wayne Manor thoughtfully laid a long-haired carpet in Ghost Blade's bedroom, which is very comfortable to step on and not dirty.

Ghostblade stepped on the carpet and walked to the window.

He grabbed the curtain and jerked it open.

The moonlight shines into the house from the floor-to-ceiling windows, clear and bright, clean and clear.

Gotham City is cloudy all year round, and it is rare to see such a cloudless night.

Just like that, Ghost Blade was bathed in the moonlight, his eyes stared blankly at the sky, and his mind went blank.

The pain fades, the emotion fades, but the memory doesn't.

It's hard to describe what kind of feeling this is.

There was no substantive content in the dream, it was empty and inexplicable, and I couldn't figure out the front and back.

But that dream almost hollowed out Ghost Blade's entire body. The huge pain and emotional fluctuations made Ghost Blade, who had escaped from the dream, feel that his body was hollow and terrifying for a moment, as if something was crazily filling him. ··After the body was full, it was taken away in an instant.

This was the first time Ghostblade realized something was wrong with him.

He shouldn't be like this, something is missing.

What is it that can be lost?

What should he be like?

Ghostblade doesn't know.

……

The bedroom door was pushed open with a creak.

Ghostblade turned his head and saw Dick in his nightgown.

Dick's hair was messed up, and he looked silly, and when he opened the door, he froze when he looked over.

"...I can't sleep and come to see you." Dick said, walking in the door.

He looked at little Kirk, who was staring at him intently, and felt a little embarrassed.

He shouldn't have come, logically.

After all, Little Kirk is really hostile to him. At this stage of slowly recovering his self-awareness, without anyone accompanying him, Little Kirk is likely to lose control at a certain moment, unable to suppress that strong feeling. Killing intent launched an attack on Dick.

Loyalty is only to the father, this is an absolute command, deep in the soul of Ghost Blade.

But for others, it doesn't matter so much.

Dick knew this, and he knew he was being impulsive.

But seeing Little Kirk suddenly wake up from a dream in the surveillance, getting up from the bed covered in cold sweat, standing at the window with blank eyes, it was really hard for Dick not to take a look.

—this was his brother, even if little Kirk didn't want to admit it.

"I heard you want to sleep with Bruce?" Dick had nothing to say, and he took a few steps towards Little Kirk calmly, without getting any warning from Little Kirk.

Little Kirk was still looking at him, half of his face was covered by shadows when his back was turned to the moonlight, and his eyes could not be seen clearly.

But his demeanor is rare calm, not aggressive, seems very gentle.

Dick took a few steps closer, tentatively standing in a relatively dangerous position.

"Bruce doesn't like sleeping with other people, but I think I can, and if you need someone to sleep with, I think I'm fine."

Little Kirk still didn't speak.

With his back to the moonlight, he looked like a soulless rag doll.

Dick was still trying to say something to lighten the mood.

But soon, he couldn't say a word.

——The ghost blade that was motionless suddenly moved.

He rushed towards Dick at a terrifying speed, and at the moment when Dick was about to dodge and counterattack subconsciously, he hugged Dick's waist and buried his whole body in it.

Dick: "..."

Dick looked at the fluffy little dumpling in his arms in shock: "...Wow."

The author has something to say:

I was notified that I can't write infinity gems, so I changed the settings, but the content remains the same, and the infinity gems are gone.

PS: A new character has come out, without writing the name, the babies should be able to guess who it is.

Let me emphasize, this text is really sweet, very sweet!This universe will never abuse!Absolutely not~

Another PS: There is a very important event tomorrow, and the update will be adjusted to after five o'clock in the evening.