[Comprehensive British and American] Write Lei Wen in the name of Super Reverse

Batman crouched on the top floor, his black cloak stretched like wings behind him.

"Gotham is losing my grip," he said suddenly.

Catwoman looked at him in surprise: "Why do you think so?"

"All of this makes me think so." Batman said, "The disappearing clown, the downfall of the owl court, the purged government, the serial killers who have been arrested in succession, the penguin who is sure to lose... I saw the past... One by one, the enemies will kill themselves."

Catwoman sat down beside him, stretched her waist, and said briskly, "Sounds like good things."

"What if they don't kill themselves? What if someone is clearly behind everything, and I don't know who that person is?" Batman asks.

"You mean," Catwoman rubbed his back and smiled, "are you not used to suddenly losing your job?"

"No, I'm not used to someone coming with a purpose, but I can't find his flaws," Batman said.

Tim sat in his room, facing his computer, reached for his coffee cup, and found it was empty.

"Wait a minute..." he said to the person on the other end of the video, before standing up.

When he turned around, he was startled by Batman falling on the window.

"Uh, man!" he blurted out, closing his laptop. "Are you here for something?"

"I know you're talking to Stark," Batman said, "that's not what I came for, I just realized something."

"What's the matter?" Tim averted his eyes, lifted the glass to his lips, and remembered that it was empty.

"About finding the truth," Batman asks, "are you sabotaging your work?"

Since that morning meeting, after Tim and Luthor checked the article, they didn't mention this matter, but devoted themselves to the technical exchange with Iron Man with great interest.

Batman can't even remember when Tim was so interested in engineering.

"It's getting better," Tim replies. "Even though I feel awkward, it's getting better. I just think so."

This is equivalent to default.

Batman was silent.

"Are you angry?" Tim asked.

"Do not."

"Oh well, is that even worse?"

Tim lowered his head and put the cup on the table, only for a blink of an eye, then looked to the window, Batman was no longer there.

"Well..." Tim sat down and explained to himself, "I didn't sabotage, I was one step away from finding out who he was, one step away. I was just hesitant to kick it. "

On this boring night, Damian came again.

When he brought his terrible cooking skills, named "Helper", which was actually "Blow Up the Kitchen", all four of them realized his strong sense of existence.

"I noticed that you have been here more and more times recently, and the time is getting longer and longer." Jason was the first to ask, "Is it too late for you in the Batcave?"

"Don't be stupid, Redhead," Damian blatantly took a corner of the table, eating part of their dinner, "I'm running away from home, and the only house that Batman can't watch."

"Wait, this is outside the surveillance?" Jason seemed surprised, "Batman will install surveillance, surveillance, and devices everywhere he can touch—here, outside the surveillance?"

"Wait, that's why you refused to play strip poker with us last time?" Carl asked back. "We thought you were shy."

"Whether there is monitoring or not, I will not play that stupid game with you." Jason said, "But, things are beyond my expectation, outside the monitoring?"

"Your house seems to eat electronic products on its own." Damian shrugged, "Batman has tried everything, yes, all methods, none of them work. This house is unpredictable, impossible to see through..."

"None of you care about the 'run away from home' part?" Baguoxia couldn't help asking.

"Oh, you're running away from home, it's too bad, Damian, your father must be very worried." Connor said without looking up as he cut the lamb chops.

"I hope you're not being sarcastic." Damian stared at him, grinding his teeth.

"So why did you run away from home?" Carl asked him. "The parents didn't get along?"

"You mean my dad and my mom?" Damian sneered, "I hope they never meet."

"I don't know……"

"It's not a family thing," Damian grimaces, "It's my existential problem, I can't join the Teen Titans, I can't join the Justice League, I act with Batman, but he keeps saying I'm too cocky lately." Many teaching classes grounded me..."

"Maybe you shouldn't have skipped class in the first place," Jason said.

"I hate tutors," Damian muttered, stabbing the lamb chops with a table knife, "I used to have three tutors, all of whom were killed by my mother and thrown into the sea."

A dead silence.

"Wow." Jason still broke the silence, "I didn't know Batman's mate selection criteria became so tough."

"I tried to contact Superman and tell him to hurry up and have a baby so I could have a playmate." Damian folded his arms and said sullenly, "but they just laughed at me.

"That's all I'm trying to do."

silence.

Baguoxia broke the deadlock: "Do you want to play after dinner? Poker?"

"I will never play with the item of 'undressing'." Jason protested.

"Why? We've all seen you lying on the grass in shorts." Damian said calmly.

"Isn't it weird for a group of men to play strip poker together?" Jason tried to recall their shame.

"That's why it's called the 'punishment game,'" Connor said.

"How many girls do you want to find?" Carl took out his mobile phone, "Three bases, I can still make an appointment with less than 100 people."

"Are you concerned about my gaze? Don't worry, I don't feel anything about your sex." Bei Guoxia scratched her cheek.

Jason: "..."

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Jason was soon down to a pair of shorts.

That's probably why he didn't want to play poker.

Unexpectedly, Karl also only had a pair of shorts and a vest left.

"Looks like I don't wear enough clothes today." He smiled, "I'm going out for a change of air."

Carl walked out of the room, only Baguoxia and Connor secretly joined forces to entangle with the red-eyed Damian.

Carl leaned against the window and took a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

"Give me one." Jason leaned half his body out of the window and extended his right hand.

Carl didn't say something like "You actually smoke too", but shook out a cigarette from the cigarette case, handed it to Jason, and then took out the lighter.

"I think the election has come to an end." Jason said after puffing out a puff of smoke, "Only when Wayne goes crazy can Moriarty come back."

"Why do you think Moriarty would do such a stupid thing?" Carl asked, lighting his own cigarette.

Jason chuckled. "I don't care about Moriarty's mental health."

"He won't be that stupid." Carl seemed to be talking to himself, "So, from the clown to Moriarty, Gotham really has power to punish criminals in secret."

"My mother used to smoke a lot," Jason said suddenly, looking at the rising smoke, "but my father always caught him, and she never knew why. Really, maybe it wasn't because of the ubiquitous smell of smoke , or the soot scattered in the crevices, it depends on what you have done, and there will be traces if you do it.”

"..."

"You know?" Carl asked calmly.

"Batman told me," Jason said.

"what do you say?"

"I told him not to give a shit about how I made friends, I knew it."

"But you didn't?"

"Sooner or later." Jason said, "In Gotham, everyone's past is easy to find out. There may be someone who hides it well, but it will still be exposed—not to mention the ones that are not encrypted."

Carl said nothing, just smoked.

"I was 17 years old when I ran away from home," Long Jiu said in a low voice, "I have very blurred boundaries between crime and law, and I can't control what I do."

"I stole Batman's wheel," Jason told him, "and got caught. I know what it's like to commit crime for a living."

In other words:

What Carl took away was several million. This amount has nothing to do with survival. It is an addiction.

"What about me?" Carl asked.

"I don't know, you haven't committed a crime in Gotham," Jason explained, "so you may be sent back to your hometown for trial."

"You mean New York?"

"I'm sorry." Jason pulled him closer and hugged him, "I'm so fucking sorry. I don't usually say that to people. I don't think you lied in Gotham, you were Live honestly in the most lying crime city, but it's not about how old you were or where you got caught."

"..."

"You have to be honest about your past."

"Jason," Carl said calmly while being hugged by him, "so you don't accept undressing in front of men, but you have no pressure to hug a man after taking off your clothes?"

Jason let go of his hand like an electric shock.

Carl was lying in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

He heard the voice of old vampire Letus.

"Let me tell you how good it is to be a vampire, Carl," he hissed. "No longer bound by human laws, we can do what we want. We are the greatest creatures."

When he woke up, Carl found himself standing in front of the mirror in a daze, touching the image in the mirror.

That's him, and it's not like him, at least he didn't grow two fangs outside the mirror, and he didn't wear classical robes.

Lettus would only jump out and pester him when he was at his weakest, always.

This cunning old vampire would never come out to help Karl when he was in trouble, but would just quietly hide aside, looking for Karl's weaknesses, and then seduce him.

Carl walked out of the room.

Fortunately, or as expected, Baguoxia did not go back to her room to sleep.

He was in the living room, squatting in front of the refrigerator, rummaging through the boxes to find snacks.

"Do you know where Connor hid the beef jerky and jelly?" He saw Carl, and asked wonderingly, "Or did I eat them unconsciously?"

"This house is too depressing. I want to go far," Carl said softly to him, "I don't want the other two people to know, would you like to come with me?"

"Where are you going?" Baguoxia found the seaweed and tore open the packaging bag and asked.

"New York."

Baguoxia thought: "Oh, the territory of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles."

He shrugged. "Can you relax? You're not having a good night."

"I guess so," Carl explained. "It's my hometown."

"Why didn't you tell others?" Baguoxia suddenly thought of this and asked.

"It's too late now," Carl said, "we can leave a letter."

So, is this still an instant trip?

Baguoxia thought about it carefully and nodded.

"I'll just grab the computer," he announced, "but we're going to buy beef jerky on the way."

"Listen to you." Carl couldn't help smiling.