[Comprehensive British and American] HE saves the world

Through a series of experiments that trampled on human rights (Superman: Man of Steel shouldn't be used in this kind of place, right?), Batman successfully confirmed the characteristics of these tomatoes.

Can be eaten, delicious, raw or cooked food can be eaten without any adverse reactions, it is better to say that the flavor of these tomatoes is very good and the taste is very good...

No, cross them all out.

【DATA EXPUNGED】

...Batman successfully confirmed the properties of these tomatoes.

When someone is near these tomatoes and tries to tell a joke within human hearing range (Batman: human hearing range means your numbers are useless, Superman), these tomatoes will be at least 160 miles per hour. The speed hit the unlucky guy head-on.

After testing, only ripe tomatoes with a rotten degree of no more than 10% have this effect, and slicing or dicing does not affect its efficiency.

And Tomato has its own set of criteria for judging whether a joke is funny—the degree of funnyness is directly proportional to the speed of Tomato.

Fortunately, tomatoes that are eaten seem to lose this characteristic, and there will be no cult-level tragedies.

As for how Batman obtained this information... [DATA EXPUNGED]

"In short, these dangerous tomatoes must be disposed of."

Batman said quietly.

What a joke, if you can knock Superman out of outer space with one shot, maybe this tomato can be used as a 【】weapon.

Of course, Batman would never admit that, for a few seconds, he considered serving the plate of tomatoes to Arkham.

Although this idea is indeed a bit tempting at first glance, Batman's delusion of being murdered instantly killed this idea in the bud.

When they were discussing whether to uproot these tomatoes (Dick: or simply take the whole pot) and send them to outer space, or hand them over to Barry (everyone believed in Barry's ability to solve a pot of tomatoes by himself), Alfred De suddenly came in from the outside, he cleared his throat slightly, and called back the attention of the big and small owners.

"There's a lady at the door who wants to see you, Master Bruce."

Bruce felt a little confused.

And Dick instantly cast him a suspicious look.

"It's a nun, Master Bruce," Alfred added.

Bruce: "...Nun?"

For some reason, he felt that Dick's eyes were more piercing.

Bruce didn't want to know what little theater mess Dick was writing in his head, in fact, he occasionally felt that Dick should change his name to Catch Horses.

"I gonna go see."

Bruce sighed, put down the tomato in his hand, and walked towards the courtyard gate.

To his surprise, when he walked near the gate, he saw his chubby Corgi cuddling the other party and acting like a baby. His little white claws stepped out of the iron gate and pawed at the hem of the other party's clothes enthusiastically, making people suspicious of it. Will it scratch the black cassock?

And the nun in black bent down and touched Corgi's ear lightly.

Corgi's short tail swung even more joyously.

Bruce coughed, and Corgi pricked up his ears and ran towards him, circling happily around him, pounced on him.

It's a pity that its bad-hearted owner didn't pay attention to its coquettishness, just fiddled with its big head casually, then looked up at the nun outside the door.

"Would you like to come in and sit down, ma'am?" He had a Brussian smile on his face. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Good afternoon, Mr. Wayne."

The nun had a pretty face. Judging by her appearance, she should be of Asian descent. She was tall and well-proportioned.She was wearing a black nun's attire, her hair was meticulously pulled into a headscarf, she wore a golden cross on her chest, and her hands were naturally behind her back.

Bruce's eyes froze on the vestment she was wearing.

Ordinary people may not be able to see any clues, but Bruce Wayne can tell at a glance that the vestment is made of Kevlar fiber and has extremely high defensive capabilities.

And his gaze fell again, and he quickly confirmed that the other party was wearing a pair of combat boots.

This silently raised Bruce's vigilance by a few percentage points.But there was still a frivolous and meaningless smile on his face. In order to lower the vigilance of the other party, he even stood a little more relaxed.

Then he heard the other party's voice, which was unusually flat, without any emotional ups and downs.

"Actually, I do need your help with something."

The nun completely ignored the charm thrown by Prince Gotham, and said with a blank expression.

"May I ask if anything strange has happened in your home recently?"

That would be too much.

Bruce subconsciously thought so.

Among other things, Superman is still drinking tomato juice in the restaurant to vent his anger (anger).

"Strange thing?" Bruce pretended to ponder, then lowered his arm and said, "I recently bought a Ming Dynasty blue and white vase?"

This is both pretending to be stupid and a temptation.

The nun's arrival was so coincidental that Bruce couldn't help but suspect her reason for appearing.

But the other party just raised those eyes without highlights, and gave Bruce a lifeless look.

"Then let me ask you bluntly—has there been any beating tomatoes in your house recently?"

Bruce: "..."

Although it's not unexpected, isn't the speed at which you revealed the hole cards a bit too fast?

"May I venture to ask, ma'am. Why are you so sure I have this...hitting tomato at home?"

There was still a smile in Bruce's voice, but he calmly raised his guard again.

The other party just remained expressionless for a moment, and then gave a quick answer.

"Because I'm here to contain that thing, Mr. Wayne." The young nun held out a hand to him, "I hope you can give me that tomato together with the plant. It is a dangerous and rare species." Special creature. We will contain and protect it."

...This kind of line actually only makes you look more suspicious.

Bruce thought.

"I mean...how am I going to trust you, Miss Nun?" Bruce still had a Gotham baby smile on his face, raising his left hand to his chest, "There's no way we're going to... hiss just because someone said that."

The sudden pain from the back of his left hand interrupted Bruce's words. He lowered his head subconsciously, and saw the red tattoo that suddenly appeared on the back of his hand.

Bruce: "...?"

what is this?

And opposite him, the nun who witnessed all this up close.

"..."

She raised her left eyebrow slightly.I don't know if it's Bruce's illusion, but he even felt that this action brought up a kind of expression almost smiling.

"Command spell."

The nun's voice sounded inexplicably cheerful.

The author has something to say:

I have a cervical spondylosis, and I felt dizzy and tinnitus when I woke up this morning, and I didn't recover until late at night.

Don't mind a few updates...