[Comprehensive British and American] Mr. Wayne's daily life of social animals

"Who are these people? What kind of killer is he?"

Natasha stopped chewing, and when she saw the picture, this familiar figure and familiar movements caused Natasha to have some emotional fluctuations.

"He... once shot me in the abdomen," Connor's microscopic function could see Natasha's slightly shaking eyeballs, tensed and relaxed thumbs, and he realized that the lady agent he was asking was absolutely There is a big secret, "He is a well-known killer, and there is also a record of assassinating the president."

Steve was cutting the steak, he heard that Natasha introduced such a killer, and interjected a few words: "Nata, when?"

The captain's memory of assassinating the president is still on President Lincoln.

Connor took a deep look at the captain. He didn't know if the Winter Soldier he was looking at was James Barnes. If it was really his best friend in Howling Commandos, this gentleman should How to face the old man who has been thrown into the hydra.

"I just want to ask, after all, Tony may sometimes face danger."

"Very professional, Connor." The captain praised.

"Yeah." I'd better go back and discuss it with Ronaldinho.

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"Xiao Luo! I brought you some cinnamon rolls!"

Sitting in the room is the Jason I have seen before, but this Jason does not have the arrogant white highlights on his head, his eyes are blue, and there is a J-shaped scar tattooed on his face. A copy of "Pride and Prejudice", the manual lay another volume of Shelley's poetry, with Ronaldinho on his lap.

Tim's eyes were closed, and his long eyelashes cast shadows in the sun. He put one hand neatly on his stomach, and the other on Jason's thigh.

"How did you come here?" I haven't been home for a day, why is the red hood here?

"Who are you?"

"Connor, Connor Kent."

Jason was reading a book well, but suddenly a chattering guy broke into the house. He looked worriedly at Tibao, who was sleeping with black eyes, and lowered his voice when he saw that his brows were frowning.

"Are you another Connor in Kang's mouth?"

"Yes, Red Hood." The big red bucket was on the table, and Connor thought this guy's name should be the same.

As soon as the two people met, they already felt the factors that they didn't like in each other, which could not be reversed.

Connor put the cinnamon rolls in his hand into a box. He was already learning from Kang how to use heat vision as a microwave oven. Get out the box of cinnamon rolls and try them.

Jason continued to lightly flip through the novel in his hand, and the sun shone on the two of them, which was warmer than Gotham's sun.

Connor floated out of the room with a thin blanket in his arms. He ignored Jason's gaze, shook slightly, and then slowly covered Tim's body.

"Bruce...?" I felt someone beside me, and asked the name in a daze.

"Yes, Ronaldinho, go back to sleep." Connor lowered his voice, he looked up at Jason, and Jason looked down at him.

After Connor left, Jason put down the book in his hand and stared at Xiaohong on his lap.

Little Cardinal held the blanket with one hand, her brows resting on her lap as if she was dreaming sweetly.

"Bruce... He's still alive in your world." His voice was so low that no one could hear him clearly. Jason reached out and stroked Tim's ear. The pierced ear had almost healed, maybe He couldn't wear that beautiful emerald earring anymore, it turned out that a long time had passed in his world.

When I opened my eyes, it was already dark outside, and I was still lying on Jason's lap, so I sat up straight in fright.

"You finally woke up," Connor pouted and poked my cheek, "I thought you were going to sleep until tomorrow morning."

I smiled apologetically at Jason, wondering if his thighs were sore.

Jason pinned Shelley's poem to his face and gave me a nonchalant shrug.

"I brought you cinnamon rolls." Connor excitedly pulled me to demonstrate heat-sight microwave heating. I doubted it. Can he control it?

However, the small dessert in my hand was heated moderately. I was quite surprised to tear a little into my mouth and taste it, but there was not much sugar in it.

"It's delicious," I praised, and then asked a question, "Has your salary been paid yet? Connor, Jason had some problems when he first came here. It cost some money to repair the cement and patch the wall."

Connor's originally quite happy smile stopped for a moment, and he took out a card from the inside pocket of his leather jacket slowly.

I took it over and looked it up on my computer.

"$4...Is Tony in arrears with your wages? Or is it that he didn't cover taxes for you? If you didn't cover taxes, this figure is not right."

Conor squeaked, and he didn't dare to say that he spent a small $1 on cinnamon rolls and even flew to other cities in New York State to practice heat rays as a microwave oven.

"Okay," Connor won't use the money to take drugs anyway, the needle or his arm has already been determined which is harder, so I don't care, "I'll take the rest and use it, and I'll give it to you You save some."

"Yeah," Connor nodded wildly, lest Ronaldinho thought he was unhappy, "You take it, you take it."

I ate some dinner, turned on the computer, and prepared to continue to do some research on new molecular formulas in medicine in this world-I can really buy another watchtower when I go back.

Connor leaned next to me, resting his chin on my shoulder, looking at the computer with his eyes, memorizing the chemical formulas on it.

"Xiao Luo, I found something." Habitually, Connor likes to leave all the problems that require thinking to Robin.

"Tell me," I typed the summary document with both hands, and drew a little attention to Connor, "Can't Tony handle Hydra by himself?"

I quite believe in Iron Man's IQ. Although he has a bad temper and low EQ, he is very good at scientific research. The Stark Group has become so big under his hands...

Wait a minute, how did he get such a bad temper?Wouldn't it all depend on his assistant, Ms. Pep?

"No, I found someone who seems to be Sergeant James Barnes."

I nodded, as if listening, and it took me about 5 seconds to respond, "The one from the Howling Commandos?"

"Yes, I saw him when I went to the Captain America Museum with you, or rather I saw the killer there, and his face under the mask was exactly the same as Sergeant Barnes."

As a person who has studied the Hydra information database all the way, I have already understood their extremely fanatical pursuit of super soldier serum, and since Captain America injected with serum can be buried under the North Pole for 70 years without damage, It is also possible that the missing Mr. Barnes was frozen by them.

"Are you sure?" The man in the picture is the bloody humanoid weapon in the hand of Hydra as far as I can find, and Barnes is a glorious World War II hero, a glorious people's hero.

If what Connor said is true, how should this former World War II veteran deal with himself?How did he become an out-and-out killing tool in the hands of Hydra?Was it voluntary or brainwashed?

"Their faces are exactly the same." Connor was still very sure about his memory.

"...it's a tragedy." It would be an out-and-out tragedy. If this Sergeant Barnes is controlled, the blood debt on his hands will eat away at him year after year after he wakes up. heart.

If he was willing, how would Steve, who had stood in front of the Barnes statue for an hour, deal with a friend who had turned sour?

"You're bothering so much." Jason stood behind me with his chest folded, "Do you always think about meddling in your own business like this every time you go to a world?"

I turned to look at Jason who was leaning against the door, his blue eyes looked at me, different from Jie and Dahong.

"No," I admit that I have some sequelae of being a Robin or a superhero, and it is my instinct to reach out to the supplicant, but, "This is not meddling, let alone taking you out of that ghost place."

"Whatever you say, you good-hearted guy who has no place to put it." Jason threw something into my arms, and I picked it up to see it was a sandwich wrapped in brown paper.

I opened the wrapper and it was a black pepper cheese bacon sandwich, I tasted it and it was exactly the same as Jay's.

"Didn't you say you wanted to eat this? I made one for you by the way." Jason explained in this way.

I laughed.

Connor felt a little strange as he looked at Xiao Luo's brother who was supposed to be in the world next door to him.

So when will the door be fixed?Can't these weird guys go back to their own world? !

"Barnes..." I called up the image of this officer 70 years ago. He is a very good soldier. He is wearing a military cap and well-dressed. There are a few comrades standing beside him, smiling like New York A ray of sunshine in Brooklyn.

"Connor," I said to the teenager next to me, "don't tell Steve."

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Gotham.

"No..." Barbara watched as Black Mask made his declaration loudly to the entire Gotham through the camera.

"Well, I mean, Batman, Gotham is no longer yours, from now on forever..."

He looked around with fascinated eyes: "This will be my city."

He rambled about what his criminal empire would be like, and then pointed behind him: "Look, this is..."

Before he could say anything, a red head appeared behind him, and the butt of a gun knocked the black mask to the ground.

"I said, why can't I find you everywhere? You came here to broadcast live." It was strange that the voice of the red hood came out of the hood and was filtered by the voice changer, but Barbara could still recognize that it was Jason's voice.

"Great," said the oracle, sitting in a wheelchair. The bad news he had been hearing for a long time finally showed a little sign of improvement today. "Great, it would be even better if Tim was here."

As the camera shakes, Barbara sees that the red hood and the black mask have started a hand-to-hand fight. Romani's moves are fierce, and Jason is not relentless.

"I've got to find out what's going on with Cassandra and Bruce," Barbara told herself. "By the way, Jason, well done."

The girl in front of the monitor smiled sincerely.

Barbara breathed a rare sigh of relief these days.

The author has something to say:

Actually, the Black Mask in Wargames was the last comic event where he remained realistic.

But I want the bucket to come up and show off.

Heck, I don't know how to deal with it. His tragedy lies in the nobility of his heart. If it's a lowly kind of person... there probably won't be any tragedies to watch.