[Comprehensive British and American] Plague Meow

Loki's waywardness is probably already well-known in the Nine Realms. It is also well-known that his brother Sol has never done anything to him. At this time, Sol just sighed and walked to the transparent jar.

Loki's green eyes were looking at him with a half-smile.

For this reason, Sol's arrogance that was still high just now was instantly extinguished for no reason.

"Okay, let's get down to business." Sol took a deep breath, trying to act fiercely: "This time you sneaked to the earth and what are you planning to do?"

"If I tell you, I'm just here to breathe." Loki looked at his brother, "Would you believe it?"

Thor: "You designed a trap and blinded Heimdall's eyes with poison, just to let the lower world breathe?"

"How can I leave if he is not blind? His eyes can see through any corner of the Nine Realms." Loki's expression was very innocent, "I am going to understand the medicine. Do you believe it?" He tilted his head and looked at his brother.

He didn't need Sol to answer, the green light of illusion flashed, and a bottle of medicine appeared in his hand.

fleeting.

"Let me out, we can play around together." Loki put forward his own request and exchange conditions: "Then, I will give you the antidote completely. Brother, I guarantee that you will not be able to grab it by yourself."

The gods from Asgard have the inherent characteristics of long-lived species, they are more tolerant to darkness and negative emotions, and can be immune to the influence of "them", unless they are willing to fall and let themselves be caught by the torrent of time and sink into the abyss .

Loki also knew very well that Naqi couldn't influence Thor, and his reaction just now was a bit too obvious.

He was secretly upset.

Natch looked at them, full of curiosity.

This is strange.

First of all, Sol must care about Loki, otherwise he would not come to chase him himself. As the crown prince of Asgard, if he really wants to hunt down the prisoners, he should send troops over.

And what about the evil god Loki?

On the surface, it seems that Loki is making trouble for his brother unreasonably, even acting like an evil god.

But when Sol was suspected to be affected just now, Naqi can be sure that at that time, Loki's concern for Sol was absolutely not mixed with water.

The relationship between these two brothers is really strange.

Naqi, who couldn't figure it out, decided not to think about it for the time being. It sat down and watched Sol gave up struggling after struggling.

"I hope you will keep your promise, or I will let you bear the consequences." Saul threatened.

Then, amidst Loki's laughter, Thor released Loki with a face full of bitterness and hatred. After the two brothers had a "heart-to-heart" conversation, Thor chose to compromise temporarily. Authority took Loki away.

As a member of the Avengers, Thor had such high security clearances in Stark Tower that Stark didn't learn about Thor's escape with his prisoner Loki until 15 minutes later.

"Is this a good thing?" Stark spread his hands.

Naqi came over and gently rubbed his calf with his back, so Stark bent down, hugged it, and kissed Naqi on the face: "Are you very interested in them?"

Natch squinted, neither acknowledging nor denying.

After getting along during this period of time, Stark thought he knew Naqi enough, so he raised the little black cat high and put it on his shoulder.

"You're curious about their structure, right? Since you can analyze humans and want to understand Superman, you will naturally want to understand them. Unfortunately, people in Asgard don't often get sick. This opportunity is not easy."

"Meow." It's your comrade-in-arms who I want to dissect.

Stark laughed: "Don't worry, I will definitely recommend you when they really need it."

Batman didn't necessarily feel psychological pressure when he recommended Natch to him.

It's also just a mortal body, Stark doesn't feel that he has lost to Batman anywhere, not to mention that he is in a very good spirit now, and he always has an inexplicable strong self-confidence.

"...Meow." Don't compare yourself to others in terms of narcissism.

The cat sighed, hunched over Stark's shoulder, and nuzzled the Twoleg's cheek with its head.

Maybe narcissism is also a disease?

However, Naqi's treatment is more inclined to direct means on the physical side, and it has no good effect on psychological problems. He can only rub Stark more to help him continue to stabilize his mental value.

The news of Rocky's escape from prison spread that night. Out of humanitarian concerns, Fulian also sent a message to Zhenglian, reminding them to be careful of this god of lies.

The person who replied was Red Robin, who said he received it.

"Meow?"

It was rare for Naqi to hear other people's voices through the communication, so he leaned over curiously and made a questioning cry.

Red Robin, who is the least good at plucking fur among the batbirds, was stunned for a long time. He didn't think of what to say, and tonight's temporary correspondent was Bucky. Coincidentally, Bucky is the least cat-aware here English, unable to help with translation.

But Bucky can help Natchy get out the external keyboard and start spelling mode.

Naqi typed "papapa".

【Only you in the cave? 】

Looking at the sentences flashing on the screen, Red Robin sighed in his heart that Naqi's spelling was getting better and better, and his words were beginning to be colloquial, no longer dry word combinations, or rigid written language.

"Batman and the others flew out, Gotham is a bit lively tonight." He said into the microphone.

【lively? 】

"Someone broke out of Arkham. So it's a carnival tonight."

While talking, Tim covered the lid of the coffee cup, as if he was a little worried that the aroma of pure black coffee would drift past Mike and be smelled by Naqi on the opposite side. Of course he knew it was a psychological effect, but he was a little confused Jumping around, it's better just in case.

The sensitive mike recorded the crisp sound of the cup lid touching the cup.

Tim held his breath for a moment.

Natch: ...?

The little black cat felt as if he smelled some suspicious smell, and sniffed.

"It's okay, it's really okay," Tim repeats twice, probably without realizing it himself.

Naqi was not in a hurry to pierce Tim's small thoughts. Too tight management procedures might cause the Twolegs to suddenly have a rebellious psychology. Naqi knew this well and decided to let it go temporarily.

There must be something wrong there, but it's not enough to let it meow wildly at a microphone.

Bucky, who was cutting plums, watched the little black cat raise its head, tilt its head slightly, disgusted and serious, sweep the keyboard with its tail, tap up and down, and type out new letters.

[How is Red Hood's mental state these two days? 】

"Not bad. You're always very concerned about his condition."

[During that attack, most of his brain was almost shattered. Even if it is repaired immediately, it is likely to cause some sequelae. The human brain and heart jointly carry the link with the soul. Among them, the brain transmits the most signals, which is too complicated , even I can only guarantee physical restoration, not including memory and other things. 】

After a pause, Naqi emphasized: [If more samples are dissected, I can repair them better. 】

Tim choked and went back emphatically: "You can only talk to Batman about this, I have no right to decide."

Memory is a complicated thing, and Tim believes that Natch is doing his best, but they all know that Jason has lost some memories.

For example, he doesn't remember playing ball with Bruce when he was a child, and he doesn't remember the many movie nights at home. He will feel that his big brother is sticky and weird. He doesn't remember when they flew together in the night sky, and Dick even hugged him. Tall buildings cast shadows of the two under the moonlight.

For a while, Jason pretty much just remembered Batman tying him back to the Batcave for stealing the wheel, then forcing him to do all sorts of coolies for $5 a week and overtime at night.

Tim couldn't help but laugh at this.

"It's strange to say that he doesn't remember those good things, but when he came back from the League of Assassins, he saw me helping in the Batcave, but because I replaced him, he wanted to kill me."

Gee.

Tim felt that he had been wronged.

【Yes, you are indeed very unlucky, because after that Robin also felt that you were in the way and wanted to poke you to death every day. 】

This part of Naqi still knows, when it was in Gotham, it often yawned at night, watching these bats and birds flying around, sometimes separated from each other to taunt each other, and sometimes joined together to fight against the enemy.

Twolegs are amazing.

Damian's early rebellious period was once Tim's nightmare.

Now he didn't even think about drinking coffee, and sighed: "I just drank a little black coffee, what do I need to eat to save my mental value?"

The little black cat always evaluates them by their mental value, and Tim is also taken out of the habit.

【Donut. 】

Naqi thought about it, and felt that it was time to promote Stark's little hobby.

"Great idea," Tim picked up his phone and began to edit the message. "I asked them to bring me a copy when they came back. I hope there are still some donuts left in the 24-hour convenience store by this point."

Bucky, who was forced to listen to the black history of the Robin bird, shook his head, stuffed the plums cut into the shape of little bats into Nacky's mouth, and watched the little black cat crush them with its sharp canine teeth.

"I'm glad you guys remember me being here." No sensitive names were mentioned in the conversation.Otherwise Bucky would pack up and get ready to run, and he wasn't sure if Batman would try to hunt him down for it.

"Don't worry, Mr. Barnes, we are professionals in this area." Red Robin laughed: "In fact, Batman has passed the sharing regulations, and we can actively or passively share with you Part of the information, of course, in exchange, we will also get part of your information."

"I haven't heard the news yet."

Red Robin glanced at the time and understood: "The Avengers' words should be announced in the morning after dawn, right? You know, we only have meetings at night, so we will be a little earlier than you."

Commonly known as "Batman's jet lag".

Bucky was amused, he almost laughed out loud, but his good upbringing made him try to hold back as much as possible, keep serious, and only let out two muffled coughs: "It doesn't sound easy."

"Yes." Red Robin smiled generously.

His laughter cut off quickly.

"Well?"

Tim let out a puzzled hum, and at the same time there was the sound of an alarm going off.

"how……?"

"Need help?" Bucky immediately sat upright.

"No, it's okay, this is Gotham's business." Tim absent-mindedly refused with standard "etiquette". He quickly cut off the communication with Stark Tower, and quickly tapped the keyboard with his fingers, pulling out afterimages , "You're kidding me."

The instrument told him that the alarm was not a false report due to damage to the surveillance equipment, but real.

The Nightwing logo on the screen was covered by a red alarm, and his heart rate quickly pulled into a straight line.

Tim froze, forgetting to even respond.