Bat family's cub is lost

Palmer has always adhered to the good quality of doing what he says, and said he would help take care of the hawk girl from another world. After returning to his room, he invaded the monitoring system and followed the traces all the way to Arkham.

The criminals who used to live in Arkham had their frontal lobes burned off under the lord securities, and they lived a Buddhist life with five lectures and four beauties. The Joker becomes the head of Arkham.

To be honest, Palmer thinks this change is not bad, and when he encounters a world where these people do evil, he can be a good Amway to Batman there.

The picture on the screen followed Hawkgirl to the operating room. Judging from the knowledge Palmer had learned, there was no special implant or biological transformation, and everything was normal.

"What are you doing?" Palmer called up a chat room interface and wrote in the dialog box.This software was developed by Palmer himself. It is usually not displayed on the device and requires a specific code to call it out.It can be said that the safety and confidentiality performance is top-notch.

This software was designed by him to secretly protect those who do not want to submit after he noticed the irrationality of the current rules and the voice of opposition among the people.Palmer screened the arrest warrants issued by the lords and confirmed that they were not bad people, but those who were pure opponents.Broadcast the coordinates of the captured personnel to them in a timely manner through a small chat room, and plan escape routes for them.

Once the rescue is complete, the chat room will disappear automatically.

Of course, this initiative also requires facilitators.

During the year-long screening, Palmer used database comparisons to identify people who meet the conditions for cooperation, namely, those who have a skill, the ability to protect themselves, and a clear understanding of current politics rather than simply being angry, etc. They conduct private testing.Those who pass the test will be pulled into the floating chat room, which is only fixed by the anchor on Palmer's end.

At present, there are six members in this chat room, including Palmer, who is the creator, and they are coded by letters. Except for Palmer, who has drawn people into the group, the identities of all members are kept secret.

D: "Continuing to hide in Tibet, what else are you doing. Today I saw another person was arrested for swearing casually. Those policemen are really getting more and more crazy."

T: "I agree. Now I have a home and can't go back. I'm loitering outside all day. It's really annoying. I miss the big bed and coffee at home, and the days when I can talk freely."

Palmer chuckled and continued to tap.

P: "Don't be impatient. According to inside information, the lords have brought back the Justice League from another world. I believe this will help you."

S: "Cool, boss, I'm getting more and more curious about your identity, I really look forward to the day we meet."

A: "I just hope that there will be no more troubles. Those **** bastards have to pass by my door five or six times a day, just because I went out after eleven o'clock to water the flowers again." Yes, I hope You won't be too surprised then. He pricked up his ears to listen to the sound, and there was a rush of footsteps, and then they got farther and farther away. Palmer multi-tasking left a sentence in the dialog box, "I have something to do, let's go first," and then hurriedly shut it down software.

There is trouble outside.If the guess is correct, it is probably the jailbreak of those in the Justice League.

But there is probably no need for him to do anything, Palmer put down the tablet in his hand and waved his hand in a daze to the person who slammed the door and barged in, "Hi?" He looked at the deformed door on the ground, from Jumping off the bed, "Uh, will you make compensation for this door?"

Batman from another world blocked Superman, who was suppressing his anger, and looked at the innocent child standing barefoot on the blanket, "I remember your name is Palmer, right?"

"That's right," Palmer nodded.

"You said you would look after our companion, now we need to know her location. What hospital is she in, and how she is doing now."

Palmer jumped back, sat on the edge of the bed, and said with a smile, "You must have come to see me for more than this." His eyes turned around the people of the Justice League, and then back to Batman , "If it's just for this, only they are enough, you will definitely go after the Lord Bat."

"This isn't guessing time," Batman said calmly. "Everyone of them wants to fight the person who tricked them. If you are one of the accomplices, I don't think they will either." Mind touching a child."

"Okay," Palmer grumbled aggrievedly, "I just wanted to ask. You really don't need to scare me with being beaten."

He got out of the bed, stretched his hands forward, palms up, his thoughts followed the picture he saw in the surveillance just now, and locked on the unconscious Hawkgirl who was still lying on the operating table.

Batman watched the child's every move, and when he held that position for about half a minute, a hole suddenly appeared on the flat bed and "vomited" Hawkgirl out.Then the bed was back to normal again.

"Okay," Palmer wiped the sweat from his forehead. Thanks to the connection in the past few years, he is now more and more comfortable using his abilities. "Can we start negotiating terms now?" He squinted at Batman, imitating his little moves.

"For Hawkwoman's sake," Superman said, stepping over to Batman, "we'll hear what you have to say."

"You look different from the Green Lanterns I've seen," Palmer couldn't help being distracted and nervously ran over to the Green Lantern who held Hawkwoman in his arms, and then got a stare. "Don't you even say thank you?" Palmer turned his head and stuck out his tongue, "It's rude."

"Then let's make a long story short," Palmer said sternly, "I believe you have also discovered the difference between this world and yours, and it all starts with the death of The Flash at the hands of Luthor."

"Me?" The Flash pointed at himself in surprise.

Batman nodded knowingly, since this is the case, then the actions of the other self can be completely explained.

"That's right, it's you." Palmer sat cross-legged, "But these are all things that happened before I came here. If you want to know the more detailed process, you need to ask your other self." He said simply in a few words Everything that happened in this world is dry mouthed.

"So what do you want us to do?" Superman couldn't help asking.

"Just do your part-time job," Palmer smiled and waved his hand at them, "beat up the lords who come to your world."

The Flash stood up, flexed his wrists and smiled, "That's what we were going to do."

"So the matter is settled?" Palmer smiled and snapped his fingers. Everything around him seemed to be stripped of a layer of hypocrisy and returned to reality.The door was forcibly torn open, and members of the Justice League fell to the ground in disorder.In fact, the mechanism left by Palmer was triggered when they forcibly broke in, and he forcibly pulled them closer to the dream world.

Thank them for just getting out of trouble, otherwise he wouldn't be able to do this with his ability.

"Sure enough," Batman was the first to wake up, and he looked at Palmer with a hint of understanding in his eyes.

Palmer smiled and held out his hand to him, "I knew I couldn't hide it from you."

"No, it's just because you subconsciously don't want to deceive me, so the sensory deception you do to me is especially false." Batman took his outstretched hand, twisted when he stood up, and pinned him to the ground, "You You should be more vigilant."

"But I know you're not bad guys anymore," Palmer looked at him gloomily.

"Do you know where the tunnel leading to the Batcave is?" Batman let go of his hand, and Palmer rubbed his wrist to get up, "If you can stop probing, then you already know something and come to ask me, I will be very happy Happy to answer."

"Then stay here honestly."

The rest of the Justice League also woke up, "What are they going to do?" Palmer looked at Batman, but only saw a figure flying away with a rope gun. "Here it goes again," he sighed, "There's no trick in turning your head, huh?"

He took a piece of paper from the bedside table, scribbled on it, folded it and stuffed it into The Flash's hand. "When you feel that you are all right, you can take off the coat of a hero as an ordinary person, then go for a walk on the street and have a look, and get a closer look at our world. When you feel that it is almost the same, you can call me name, and I will send you back to your own world."

Palmer clapped his hands and stood up, "Don't worry too much, no one will recognize you. Then, I hope everything here can help you so that the same thing will not happen in your world."

On the other side, Batman, who turned his head away, followed the tunnel to the Batcave, where the open shuttle door was placed.He stepped aside before reaching out to the button on it, and a bat dart was nailed to the post against his cloak.

Gray Bat jumped out of the darkness and punched him twice, knocking him to the ground.Then he rushed forward in pursuit of victory, but was kicked out by the black bat.The two wrestled together and gradually approached the edge of the cliff.

"I know you're back here." The gray bat pushed the black bat off the cliff, watched him land on a stone pillar, turned his head to avoid the rope gun he shot, "Including this, I'm the only one who can do this. "

Black bats jumped into the darkness of the cave roof, shaded by stone pillars, with the rope gun.

"Why are you hiding?" Gray Bat asked.

"I work better in the dark."

"I used to think so too." Following the voice, Gray Bat said while carefully inspecting the hiding place of his other self, "But what can you do hiding in the dark? To scare some desperadoes, Send some people to prison, and then wait until they come out swaggering, and then continue to repeat your work."

Another Batman's voice came from the darkness, "Things are getting better."

"But that's too slow, and countless people will die while you wait for the transformation." Gray Bat paced back and forth and said, "If you really want to achieve transformation, instead of sewing tattered rules Tinker, make it look better, then you should go out into the sun. Only the power of seeing can make the rules change as you want, just like us, take control."

"Then what's up with your kid named Palmer? He doesn't look like someone who obeys such rules."

Gray Bat stopped, "He is just too naive to experience real pain. But what we have done will make everyone no longer have to suffer."

"I don't think so," the black bat took out the bat dart, and carefully walked around behind the stone pillar. "They won't be injured again, but they are still afraid, but they become you in fear."

The author has something to say: In fact, Palmer did things because he noticed Batman's wavering, and wanted to prepare a way out for the old father No. [-] in advance.