[Comprehensive Britain and the United States] Gotham is a master of women's clothing

The two sides looked at each other in silence.

Red Hood is like a giant hyper-vigilant feline, its ears raised to watch for unknown creatures stepping into its territory.

But Gotham was smiling. He looked at the red hood with straight eyes, with a hint of aftertaste, and more enthusiasm. No matter how you look at it, he looks like a strange aunt who is planning to kidnap and sell children.

If the stalemate continues like this, no flowers will bloom. Now that the other party has shown the provocation on their face, the matter has become clear.

You can't expect the Red Hood to be the one to give in, can you?

In less than an instant, Red Hood had already thrown out the bullet first.

It's a pity that this is Gotham's territory. On Gotham's land, Gotham can't lose to a human.

In Gotham's eyes, Red Hood's attack and fierce resistance are more like a kind of children's slapstick.After all, no matter what method the Red Hood uses to attack, if it is only aimed at Gotham's will-condensed figure, those attacks will have no effect, just like hitting a phantom with a substance.

Instead, it was Gotham's attack, pressing forward every step of the way. The parasol was like a fencing sword, aiming at the gap between each attack of the Red Hood, inserting from the side, and accurately hitting the vital side.

That was not a simple attack, more like silent coercion.

He was proving his own strength. To him, killing the Red Hood seemed to be a matter of raising his hands. The only problem was that he didn't know how to do that.

Red Hood was a little unsure of what the opponent was going to do. Those attacks didn't even hurt, they just interrupted his backhand, and at the same time made him unable to attack this enemy.

The Red Hood was defeated after a few rounds.

Gotham, who has always been able to do things with ease and gradually gained the upper hand, maintained a smile on his lips. He turned the handle of the umbrella, and stabbed the red hood's lower abdomen with the sharp tip of the front end, forcing the red hood to fall backwards. .

The two had gradually moved away from the edge of the roof during the fight. At this time, Red Hood's back shoulder hit the wall, and his lower abdomen was pressed by the umbrella tip. For a while, Red Hood couldn't find a suitable way to counterattack.

The gun that had run out of bullets was at Red Hood's feet, and Red Hood, who had already confirmed that the bullets were useless, was too lazy to try to pick it up.

"You're such a jerk, I'm going to misunderstand you 'ma'am, you want something to happen to me." Red Hood let out a very obvious fake laugh.

Gotham tapped the hood.

"What if I really want to?" He asked deliberately vaguely.

"..." Red Hood didn't know what to say.

He thinks this person is mentally ill.

Before Red Hood could decide whether to directly use the hood to blow it up, Gotham made his move. He touched the gap of the Red Hood's protective gear with his fingers. According to so many years of onlookers watching the Batman, it didn't take much effort. He found the mechanism on the outside of the hood and opened it with strong force.

Originally, the hood had self-protection measures, and when it was pried hard from the outside, it would release a high-intensity electric shock.

However, this defensive method is obviously ineffective against Gotham. With the "cracking" sound of the arc as the BGM accompaniment, Gotham should continue to do what it should do, without shaking.

The red hood was completely suffocated, and there was a mask under the hood to hide his face, but he guessed that this might not be a big problem for the psychopath in front of him.

Soon, the red hood fell aside, and the circuit on it had been burned, so it was very safe.

Gotham stared at the vaguely recognizable childhood face protected by the mask, and he moved closer, forcing the red hood against the wall.

The shadow belonging to Gotham officially covered, the invisible weight made it difficult for the red hood to move, and the nerves from the waist to the ends of the hands and feet were covered with a sense of numbness, which made him wrapped in a tiredness that did not want to resist, but he did not want to resist. Difficulty breathing or other discomfort.

???

Red Hood felt that the story wasn't going quite right.

He tried to resist again, but Gotham grabbed his arms and pressed him firmly against the wall. The pressure made his knees weak again, and he couldn't make other movements.

Behind is a cold wall, and in front of him is an equally cold stranger.

……

Red Hood felt that there must be some damn buff in Gotham tonight.

Otherwise, why did Batman not go to work, but such a strange guy? ? ?

Red Hood was on fire.

Just when the red hood began to suspect that this lady-wearing tycoon might really want to have something with him, Gotham finally saw enough of this face, and spoke with full of evil humor:

"Come on, call Dad."

"..."

Jason AKA Red Hood Todd didn't catch his breath, choking on the air.

???

Jason suspected that there was something wrong with his ears, and he wanted to ask the other party to repeat it, but he really didn't want to hear the other party repeat it.

"By the way," Gotham seemed to be belatedly, pretending to have suddenly realized: "Should I introduce myself? Hello, Red Hood. I'm Gotham."

Gotham's smile can be friendly and friendly, and it can be called very pure.

"I'm Gotham."

He also kindly repeated it.

Gotham?

There used to be people who called themselves "Gotham" in Gotham City, so the Red Hood didn't think much about it.

"Batman and I even have eggs, and you call me 'Daddy', there's no logical problem at all, right?"

Gotham smiled and said very calmly, as if he was just saying that the weather today is very good.

……

Red Hood was wondering if he had tinnitus just now.

Otherwise, how to explain what he heard just now, what the hell is this strange situation?

In the end what happened?

Red Hood was a little dazed, and began to suspect that this person did it on purpose, but he couldn't find a reason.After all, I am not the opponent of this womanizer at all, even if I don't use words to attack, the opponent is sure to win.

Are you teasing yourself for fun?

Gotham relied on his own height, and the opponent's knees were slightly bent under pressure. Gotham could see the face of Red Hood when he lowered his head. After being covered by his own shadow, Red Hood's expression became colder and his muscles tensed Standing, full of resistance, like a trapped animal.

Gotham chuckled softly.

"Welcome back, Jason. My little Robin."

Gotham gave Jason a hug and planted a kiss on his forehead.

With the disappearance of the invisible weight on his body, that person also lost his trace, seemingly turning into ordinary muddy water, but he couldn't grasp it at all.

Red Hood still pressed against the cold wall.

It was raining in Gotham City, and the rain watered him from head to toe. Only then did Red Hood come back from a trance, and wiped his face with his hand.

The man said "Jason" and "Robin Bird".

Whether he wanted to or not, he had to go back to the Batcave.

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If he knew that Batman had really found a big guy in women's clothing to be their father and told him about his past, he would directly blow up the Batcave completely without leaving even a single scum.

Bruce Wayne worked overtime, Red Robin and Nightwing temporarily lived in Seaside City, Damian Wayne was driven to the Avengers, and is currently eating and drinking for free in Stark Tower.

About the same amount, only Alfred, who is the butler, is online at Wayne's house tonight.

Another approximation, the Bat Cave will not be open tonight.

Jason Todd.

He is the second adopted son of Bruce Wayne, and also the legitimate second young master in this family.

Brackets: ever.

Now that his legal identity has been dead for many years, Jason doesn't know what form it is more appropriate to come back. Even if the conflict between him and Batman has gradually subsided, and he has relearned to kill people only when necessary, it has changed. Except for one thing - he and Batman really don't get along.

Look at the locked door of the Batcave.

Jason let out a sigh. Fortunately, he had other means besides the scrapped hood, so he simply sat down cross-legged and began to struggle with the Batcave system.

The first firewall strategy is very easy, and it basically remains the same as it was back then.

The second one was left by the boss Dick. He participated in the modification, even if Red Robin strengthened it later, it was just a child's play for Jason.

From the third stage onwards, almost all of them were completely new settings. The delightful plan of "going through the back door" had to be abandoned, and Jason began to work honestly.

Three hours later, Jason wiped the sweat from his forehead.

The door opened.

Passing by the fingerprint scanning area of ​​the access control, out of curiosity, after becoming a red hood and almost stabbing the third child to death, Jason finally put his hand on it again today.

"Confirmation information, second-generation Robin, permission: minimum. Allowed."

"..." Jason felt that he was mentally retarded in the past three hours.

He entered the silent Batcave.

The host screen is locked now. Jason poked it in the past and turned on the monitoring system skillfully. From here, he could see most of Gotham. If he glanced over it, he could find that it was really quiet tonight.

Jason, who was paying attention to the surveillance, didn't notice Gotham in the corner and the shadow that was sneaking up to him.

"Damn it, is there a new Robin?" Jason was still muttering.

Batcaves today are unscientifically clean.

Generations of Robins are all lively, they think about going out all day, and when they come back, they often come back covered in muddy water and clean up?nonexistent.The hygienic environment at home is barely maintained by the old housekeeper alone, and the Bat Cave has always been about the same.

In Jason's memory, it has never been so spotless as it is today. It is so clean that Jason feels that the dust all over his body is a bit out of place here.

Could it be that Ah Fu finally couldn't take it anymore and accepted a little apprentice?

The slowly approaching Arkham Dumpling shook silently, then looked back at Gotham Papa.

Gotham pointed to Jason's back.

Arkham wobbled again, seemed quite excited, it didn't seem to matter to Arkham whether he ate or not now, he was getting closer and closer to the situation in Gotham, and began to learn to have some fun, not just to fill up abdomen.

For example, maintaining a clean and spotless state of the Batcave is one of Arkham's obsessive-compulsive disorders. Every day he has to crawl around and rub against each other with perseverance.

Today, Arkham's new enemy is the man with the red mask.

He dirty the Batcave!

Brought the bacteria!

So Arkham is going to eat him up! ! !

Amidst Gotham's muffled laughter, Jason's back suddenly felt cold. When he reacted and turned around, he was horrified to find a huge ball of meat behind him.

In the next moment, the meat ball stretched into a long strip, and its head was raised high, a head higher than him. Before Jason's body could react to avoid it, the meat ball suddenly pressed down. The hard, slippery smooth texture instantly covered his whole body, and all his struggles were as powerless as hitting cotton.

Then he was swallowed whole.

Fvck! ! ! ! !

Alien in the Batcave? ? ?

Jason reflexively went to find a weapon, but his equipment was exhausted when he was repeatedly tossed by Gotham, so he could only go up and kick at this time.

then.

Then he followed the force of his kick and rolled into Arkham.

The author has something to say:

The whole family should be tidy.

How can there be no two barrels?