Has the magical boy done a good deed every day?

For a moment, the entire Batcave fell into an atmosphere of silence. Neither Red Robin nor Nightwing knew how to explain to Robin that this huge pig was not for eating.

Let’s say he was transformed into a giant by injecting potions. The other party is now transformed into this giant piglet by Crowe. become a pig.

"……………………"

Batman looked at Crowe, who was sitting on the pig's back, and appeared together, without saying a word. Although he didn't speak, silence speaks louder at this moment, and Crowe also saw that the other party wanted to explain himself.

"Hmm, this is not a reserve grain, nor was it brought here just to eat it."

Crowe flew down from the pig's head, and the eagle wings on his body immediately caught Robin's attention. Judging from the contemptuous eyes of the other party, it seemed that he regarded himself as an enemy?

"Also, my wings are formed by magic. I don't really have these wings. I am an ordinary human being."

Liar!What ordinary person can turn a person into a pig and apply illusion magic to fly in the sky? ! !

Red Robin and Red Hood couldn't help complaining in their hearts after witnessing that Crowe could quickly cast spells and cast powerful magic. letter?

"How can ordinary people be able to use magic? With your small body that I have easily abused, those light and weak magic are really suitable for you."

Obviously, Robin didn't believe this answer, and he walked directly to Crowe's side, with a very obvious expression of displeasure on his face, and the word 'small body' also stimulated Crowe's heart.

"Oh, is that so? That is to say, my little brother who is shorter than me likes that kind of hard fist? And it's the kind that can cry for a long time after being punched, and then be changed into a pink Barbie princess dress~?"

Crowe raised his eyebrows not to be outdone, and looked at Robin's outfit at the same time. After realizing that the other party was also Robin, he became even more unhappy.

"Ha, even if I'm shorter than you, I can break your neck right now!"

"Oh, is that so~? Then I'm looking forward to it, whether you were knocked down by me and changed into that princess dress, or should I be the dog first!"

Robin narrowed his eyes and confronted the smirking Crowe. The mouths of the two were full of sex. There seemed to be a strong electric current between their eyes, constantly rubbing strong sparks.

Are the devil cubs dressed in the same pink princess dresses as those guys? It feels okay!

Hearing what Crowe said, the three of Red Robin, Red Hood, and Nightwing simultaneously thought of the other party's shrunken appearance after being forced to wear the cute and fluffy clothes. The brain waves of the three Rarely unanimous.

Brat/Mosaic boy, come on, knock down the devil kid/Damian and let him wear a princess dress!

The three looked at Crowe and Robin, who were still confronting each other, but in their hearts, they preferred that Crowe win better, because then they could take a picture of Damian wearing a princess dress

The.

Do any of you remember what it was you went back to the Batcave for?

Batman looked at the two people who were confronting each other speechlessly, and then looked at the three who were watching the fun and hoped that someone would win. He felt that after bringing Crowe in, the atmosphere of the entire Batcave began to be taken away. .

"Welcome back, masters and young masters."

Just as this atmosphere lasted for a while, Alfred's figure appeared in the Batcave. He looked at everyone present, and when he saw the Red Hood, he made Red Hood a little uncomfortable.

"Master Red Hood, it's great to have you back."

"No, Ah Fu, I'm just worried about this stinky brat, not because of the old bat."

Red Hood turned to look at Crowe, and found that Alfred's appearance could not stop the confrontation between the two, so he had no choice but to walk behind Crowe, and directly pulled the other party in front of everyone, in Crowe's ear Said viciously.

"It's time to get down to business, brat, you made an agreement with that fellow Stark to go back today, right?"

"Yes!"

After Red Hood reminded him, Crowe realized that it was already the second day. If he didn’t go back, Tony would definitely ask Edwin to investigate his current situation. Regarding the matter of the black masked laboratory, at that time, I am afraid that Tony and the captain will take turns preaching in Fulian Building...

"Ahem, back to the topic, back to the topic! This is the unfinished potion in Black Mask's hand, and the potion I concocted myself."

Crow, who was a little afraid of being preached, immediately asked k423 to transfer the unfinished potion and the orange potion he made to his hands.

Everyone looked at the two bottles of medicine in Crowe's hands. One bottle emitted a life-like green fluorescence under the light, and the other bottle gave a vibrant orange-yellow fluorescence. Except for the red hood , everyone else looked at the bottle of orange potion strangely.

Why are the colors of the two bottles of medicine different?Since the other party mentioned that the orange bottle was mixed by himself... Does that mean he has something to do with the maker of that bottle?

"This is the potion that your father: White McGeeke wanted to concoct back then."

Batman looked at Crowe. Although the opponent did not lift the mosaic on his head, Batman, who already knew Crowe's true identity, naturally knew the real body of the potion in the opponent's hand.

"Yes, this is the last topic my father left for me when he died in the gang fight."

Seeing that Batman had spoken his father's name, Crowe nodded to admit his identity, and then lifted the mosaic and voice on his head.

"I am his son: Crow McGeeck, this potion in my hand is the complete version that Black Mask wants to ask from me."

"No wonder you are so obsessed with this potion, what is your relationship with the Avengers?"

After checking the information about Crowe before, Red Robin finally understood why the other party chose to destroy Black Mask's pharmacy laboratory together with Red Hood.

"This matter can be discussed later, the important thing now is

It is the effect of this potion and how to concoct the antidote. "

Crowe smiled, and handed both bottles of potion to Batman. The other party was the Dark Knight guarding Gotham. Although Tony said before that he regarded Gotham as a lover, this also proved that the other party really wanted to save this world. city, then he would naturally not doubt the other party.

"This potion has no name, because my father never named it when he was trying to make it."

"My father was charged with unnecessary crimes. I think you have investigated this matter, Batman. After that incident, my father always believed that studying medicine could not save Gotham unless Someone who can step up, like Superman at the Met."

Crowe began to talk about the reason why his father made this bottle of medicine. He vaguely remembered what kind of mentality his father had when he was researching this medicine in the black area.

"He became a strange doctor, and kept getting all kinds of hard-to-get medicinal materials from the channels of various gangsters in the black area, and tried to use these drugs and special materials to create a potion that could make people the same as Superman."

"Wait, if this is the case, after your father created this potion, is he going to use it for himself?"

Red Robin interrupted Crowe, and he said what other people wanted to ask. If this potion is really completed, it will directly create a second Superman, so it's no wonder why Black Mask wants this potion The full version is here, after all, once this potion is made, there will be a trump card equal to Superman in hand!

"Regarding this point, my father had planned to find someone who would not be immersed in Gotham's desires, and who was willing to stand up and change Gotham, such as Bruce Wayne."

"!!!"

As soon as Crowe said this, the others glanced at Batman indifferently, while Batman himself frowned and looked at Crowe strangely.

"Why would your father think Bruce Wayne would want to change Gotham?"

"Well... my father is generally very accurate in seeing people. He obviously hasn't studied any psychology books, but he just knows the character of that person. This is why he can not be caught by those jealous colleagues. In the end, he just He'll be sent to the Black Zone on a trumped-up charge."

Facing Batman's question, although it was not clear why the other party would ask about Bruce Wayne, Crowe still explained.

"'Bruce Wayne is an idler in the eyes of others, changing girlfriends as frequently as changing clothes, but I can see that he is a man who can die for Gotham. If he can, I will Go find him as soon as you finish the potion.” These are my father’s original words, but it’s a pity that my father passed away before he even prepared the potion. Maybe it’s time to offend God.”

Crowe laughed at himself. In the black area, gang fights are common, and the possibility of being involved in them is very high. If Robin hadn't rescued him back then, he would have died in that scene just like his father. Rush.

Oh, not this Robin.

Crowe glanced at his current Robin unhappily. Although the one who saved him was a bit irritable, he didn't sneer like this Robin.

"So, about the potion you prepared, is it complete?"

Batman, who noticed Klaue's gaze, did not change the topic, but continued to ask. Since Klaue was already researching the potion his father had prepared before his death, he should have completed the preparation.

"How is it possible? The subject my father left me is absolutely impossible to be that kind of perfect medicine."

Crowe looked at the bottle of orange-yellow potion he had prepared, and satirized himself.

"My father is the kind of person who cherishes his own life only when he truly feels alive. He will not make the kind of potion that allows people to obtain superpowers without any cost, absolutely."