I heard my dad is a clown [Comprehensive Yingmei]

"This is Joey."

Tony heard the bat cub with the lock of white fur say.

Fine, Tony, hold back, Bruce is still watching.Jason Todd was a kid, what couldn't he beat his dad about first? ! !

The mustache man, who forcibly held back his desire to spray venom, took a deep breath, trying to make himself glow with love.

"Look, my Joey is a little girl, although she is a bit short, she is 1.6 meters long, and this one..." He stretched out his index finger and thumb, drawing a subtle distance, "Miss Octopus, she stands up straight Is it ten centimeters?"

"But she's really Joy."

"........."

There was a strange silence between Tony and Jason, and the old father had an intuition that this matter was not simple.

"Have you met the villain on the magic side?"

"No."

"Is Hastur here again?"

"……No."

"Then... the high priest is playing tricks again?"

"...it seems...not at all."

From the beginning to the end, the high priest just kept eating and eating behind Joey.

The future father-in-law's eyes were so sharp that he hugged the fish tank tightly, trying to find some warmth.

Tony frowned and looked around, only to find that a certain guy who was sticking to his daughter was missing.

"Where's the high priest?"

"He seems to have something to do?" Jason tried hard to think of people who had little relationship with the little girl, "He separated from us as soon as we entered Gotham."

Thinking about it now, could it be a hit-and-run?

"ummm..."

Non-human thinking is difficult to figure out, Tony can only stare at the pink and tender little octopus again, trying to find similarities with Joey from her.

Well, green eyes are pretty similar.

The new green eyes are full of vitality, staring at him full of admiration, like a little puppy, loving the person she is looking at with all her heart.

Compared with her miniature head, these eyes can be regarded as big cartoon-like eyes. I don't know whether they were born like this or because they are in the water, but they are watery as if they can talk.

"father!"

WHAT'S THE FUCK! !

Tony stared at the real talking animal as if he had seen a ghost. The voice was exactly the same as Joey's, and the old father would never admit it wrong.

After the "Dad", the little octopus raised its arms and legs and rubbed its eyes as if it was extremely sleepy, curled up into a ball and hid under the shell.

So cute! !

The old father covered his chest to receive the sweet blow from the little girl.

This small gesture, this sugar content, this is my daughter!

After confirming that the aquatic product in front of him is his well-behaved and sensible little girl, Tony's father looked at the fish tank with kind and soft eyes.

Staring at Jason to put the fish tank flat on the coffee table, Tony thought it would be nice to have a beautiful little octopus as a daughter, of course, the premise is that Joey can change back.

He gently touched Joey's pink and tender paws through the transparent fish tank, and the little girl seemed to sense it. She moved her curled body to one side and pressed against his fingertips through the glass.

"Chirp..."

With a soft coquettish sound, Joey stuck to his hand and didn't move.The small body floats shallowly with the current.

"Are you cursed?"

Bruce looked curiously at the little guy sleeping soundly in the water tank, "I have a few people here who should be able to help you."

"Do you mean the lady magician who talks backwards or the sleazy English swindler from last time?"

"Uh, I can see that you care about me." It was clear that Constantine was even British.

"Each each other."

The pnB for all Avengers members must be stored in the computer in the Batcave. Why do control freaks and control freaks hurt each other?

The two handsome smirking boys looked at each other, and tacitly withdrew their gazes and said nothing more.

"Although I don't know the specific situation, it should not be a curse."

Joey has two biological fathers, Joker and Hastur.Bernice said that Hastur's body looks similar to an octopus, and his racial appearance is almost identical to that of an octopus.

So Joey is... a return to his ancestors?

Tony doesn't know what kind of child will be born from the combination of human and octopus, but Joey has always been purely human before, and now that he has mutated, it won't be too far behind.

I just hope that I don't turn into a human body with an octopus head, otherwise the little girl's tears will flood New York City.

But it is not impossible to maintain the form of such a small animal.

Thinking that there will be no more loving hugs and sweet goodnight kisses from the little girl in the future, the old father is so worried that his height will shrink.

All in all, it's all the High Priest's fault!

"Call your men over to check on Joey."

Bruce watched his expression fluctuate, from worried to frowning, thinking of the few Robins who were not worrying.

He patted his old friend on the shoulder comfortingly, and sent a message to Constantine who was wandering around that corner again. Bruce asked Afu to bring the bat computer and investigate the information of this situation in the Justice League database.

Constantine's magic has subtle similarities with Doctor Strange, but it has become more concealed and practical when dealing with various dark creatures.

A wooden door next to the stairs heard the sound of the doorknob being twisted, and a blond man in a tattered windbreaker rushed out of the storage room, slammed his body against the door with his backhand "Peng—" and climbed the stairs like a puddle of mud, gasping for air. .

"Wow...an amazing opening."

Tony leaned on the fish tank and looked at the half-toned magician who made an earth-shattering appearance with an unfriendly expression.The little octopus in the tank, which was awakened by the big battle, looked curiously at the tank wall.

"Are you being chased and bitten by a dog?"

No wonder he said that.

The hem of Constantine's windbreaker seemed to have been bitten by some ferocious beast, the fabric was torn into strands, and it was draped desolately on the denim trousers that were full of holes.

Coupled with his disheveled blond hair like a chicken coop and thick dark circles under his eyes, he is a living post-modern rock punk youth, who almost jumped on the stage of the bar with his guitar and screamed.

Hearing the sound, the "rock youth" turned his head and glanced weakly at Tony, refused the old butler's support, and continued to lie on the ground, pretending to be a salted fish to rest.

"Just being chased and bitten by a dog, it's still a dog with three heads."

Cerberus, the three-headed dog of hell, the guardian of the underworld, Hades' loyal dog.

Just a little clueless.

Constantine touched his No.17 windbreaker that was torn to shreds this month with distress, and once again thanked himself for his foresight to join the Dark Justice League-with the financial support of Brucey's sweetheart, the windbreaker can be reimbursed without limit .

"Where is that little girl? Show me quickly, I have a lot of things to do."

"here."

The old father looked at the young man with a handsome face and a lazy temperament, and exposed Joey who was lying on the fish tank observing him.

"Octopus?" Constantine reached out his hand to tease her, but was slapped away by the highly vigilant Tony, and had to put it back in his windbreaker pocket resentfully, "It's quite cute."

"Ahem," he coughed lightly, not to look at Tony's proud and contented expression, and the magician inspected the traces of magic on Joey's body through the glass, "It's not a curse."

"There is no negative magic breath left, but someone has cast some buff magic."

"Related to blood?"

"It should be." After a short pause, he added, "There are still traces used for tracking. Although I don't know much about the magic system of the Outer Gods system, the breath used for tracking is still very obvious."

It is so conspicuous that in the magical world, the little octopus in front of him is like a cat that was encircled by a lion and smelled like a lion.Every passing animal smells it from a distance and knows that it is a cat marked by a lion.

It's a little guy who is being carefully protected.

Constantine's mood suddenly improved. He dug out a small round bead from his magic house and threw it into the water tank with a "plop".

The glass bead-like beads have no flaws at all, they are crystal clear, and you can faintly see the shimmering light inside, condensing into a complex golden magic circle.

Joey hid behind the shell and watched from a distance for a while. After a while, he found that there was no danger before slowly approaching.

The tip of the soft pink arm and foot is covered on the transparent glass ball, as delicate as a little girl's toy.

"what is that?"

Tony took out his phone and adjusted the angle to take a picture, his big caramel-colored eyes glanced at the unreliable magician.

"A small prop can speed up your little friend's recovery."

Needless to say how hard this little prop is, after all, he is helpless in the face of Joey's current situation, and there is only so much that can help her now.

"Thank you." Mr. Mustache looked at him with raised eyebrows.

Constantine paused slightly with the hand that opened the door of the magic house, but he still didn't look back, and jumped into the door that never knew where it would lead.

**

Gotham, an abandoned factory in the suburbs.

A thin figure in a black robe stood in front of the magic circle exuding an evil aura.

If Joey was here, she would have recognized very quickly that the man in black robe in front of her was the only skinny woman who escaped from the abandoned factory last time.

Holding a blood-stained scimitar, she stretched out her left arm. A hideous wound lay dormant on the skeleton-like forearm, and the blood was rolled and dripping.

The sharp point of the knife was slashing right at the deep scar, and dark red blood gushed out, falling on the magic circle, evoking a layer of black and red light.

The high priest stepped out of the light.

The yellow robe was ragged, with a pale mask on his face.The mist billowed, the wind swayed the broken cloth strips, and a heavy majesty permeated the air.

"My God! Please save my child!!"

The woman in black robe knelt on the ground with a crazy expression.

A cloth bag lay quietly at the woman's feet.

The high priest glanced at the cloth bag playfully, and his voice was soft and tolerant.

"God grants your request."