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

"You like that human named 'Charles.'" Gotham is pretty sure of that.

New York smiled: "Are you jealous?"

"A little bit." Gotham smiled back, but whether he was jealous or not, maybe only he knew.

The Xavier dumpling swayed slightly, and Charles also showed a playful smile and made a "shh" gesture. The dumpling nodded and squatted obediently.

This person relied on Charles' mutant ability to do whatever he wanted without worrying about being discovered, but it made Stark feel itchy, so he gestured and applied to join their brain channel.

I heard Xavier Tuanzi swear: "I know children best. The two of them actually like each other very much, but they feel that it would be embarrassing for them to speak first, so they both pretend to find fault."

"..." Stark exited the channel.

Did you say that there are no minors in your city?

Why is Xavier, who is still an egg, but says that New York, who is at least [-] years old, is a child?

What kind of weird algorithm is this age? ? ?

At this time, London brought Arkham down, and he didn't know what was going on. Arkham saw the white jade-like balls dangling gently on the table at a glance, and instantly became alert to Max, and rushed over to hug Batman's thigh. .

"...?" Batman looked down at the newly added leg pendant, question mark.

"So he can run?" Stark was stunned.

"He can still talk." Gotham unceremoniously broke through the disguise of Baby Arkham.

Baby Arkham buried his face in Batman's thigh muscles, determined not to raise his head, and never let go. The muscles with moderate toughness are delicious, and Baby Arkham will never let go!

The whole dog turned into a baby-shaped dog skin plaster, which couldn't be pulled off.

"Mama don't want me anymore QAQ!" And the villain sued first.

"..." Batman.

question mark.

Gotham swears he heard Batman taking a deep breath, the kind of depressing choking sound that a volcano makes when it's on the verge of erupting.

Tim passing by hastily tore off the dog skin plaster version of Arkham, and quickly fled the disaster area with his arms in his arms.

In the training room, Damian, who was holding a knife, was thrust into Arkham by Tim.

"Damian? Exactly, you help me take care of Arkham."

As always, the flying little red bird flew Arkham into Damian's arms and left in a hurry. Another new incident happened in the Titan Tower. Tim wished to pump himself into a spinning top and take off on the spot with direct centrifugal acceleration. .

"Is this a gift bird?" Damian gritted his teeth silently.

Arkham imitated him, showing a gritted smile.

Damian stared down at Arkham: "What's wrong with you?"

Arkham bared his teeth: "You are mine~"

The devil's son is very adaptable, and being directly thrown to his father who has never met back then couldn't make him restrain himself, not to mention that no matter how eerie Arkham is, he still looks like a baby.

"Why?" Damian calmed down, and even patted Arkham's head twice.

"Because you are mine." Arkham let out a "giggle" laugh, "My little bird, you are all mine."

"It's difficult." Damian didn't care much.

Arkham squinted his eyes and rubbed Damian's palm actively: "Then, brother Damian will always be with me, okay? Let's stay together forever."

As he spoke, Arkham let out a "giggle" laugh.

It's like the background music in a horror game, very light.A trace of darkness permeated Arkham's face, and even those beautiful blue eyes were covered with shadows.

This is not the Arkham Mental Hospital, and it is not under Arkham's control. Damian is not worried about what the other party is really doing, so he boldly strokes it twice, almost balding Arkham's little fluff.

"Try if you can." Damian is not afraid of any challenge.

At this time, the communicator heard a voice, it was Nightwing calling Damian to help in the warehouse, Batman asked them to assemble a few more airtight cages, just in case.

"Stay calm." Damian poked the tip of Arkham's cool little nose.

In the lower warehouse of the Batcave, Damian looked at Tim and Nightwing who were secretly fiddling with the monitor.

"how?"

"He's always been like this?" Tim pointed to the baby Arkham who seemed to be blackening in the picture just now. "I've never seen him like this before."

"I don't have either." Ye Yi sighed, "Sure enough, people of the same age have a good relationship?"

Damian felt his fists itch: "I suspect it was instigated by those 'old friends'."

"I think so too." Tim agrees 100%.

How cute Xiaotuanzi used to be, she didn't do anything bad except barking "Batsy~", and she helped Ah Fu clean the room every day, how well-behaved she could be.

The three quickly discussed the next itinerary, and actively recruited Jason to join the group.

Within a few days, the food for the clown, penguin, scarecrow, and double-faced man in Arkham Mental Hospital suddenly dropped, and they could chew broken eggshells every day.

The manager of the mental hospital trembled and didn't dare to provoke these big bosses, but he couldn't tell what happened.

But it's also strange, these people haven't broken through the guards for a long time, and haven't escaped from prison. Even now they don't have enough desire to fight. The clown's eyes are wide open, and he turns to the door from time to time. When he felt that he was finally going to do something again, there was no further text.

They seem to be satisfied, and they seem to return to a silent nothingness.

But these are things for later, now let the picture return to the Batcave.

London and Charles, who were left behind, had a friendly greeting and exchanged opinions about the city of New York. Of course, it was purely the city itself in the physical sense.

During the period, Charles proposed that he wanted to contact the thinking of those alien creatures, so as to understand them and obtain further information. London has no objection. This is America. London's ability will be very limited and it is not suitable for cooperation. In other words, this The request has nothing to do with London at all.

Batman is against it: "This plan is too risky."

"What's the reason?" It was New York who asked.

"Martians' psychic abilities are innate, they are their hands and feet, and they are part of their bodies. For humans, it is obvious that the mutant abilities are not so perfect."

Batman stared at Charles and said, "I hope you remember what a terrible weapon your brain is. We've seen you in another parallel universe and what your brain does."

"That's because humans poisoned mutants. It's not the fault of Charles in that world. You can't blame him for this." The Xavier group objected, "Actually, as a non-mutant among humans, From your standpoint, I think you should feel guilty."

Batman stared at the dumpling for a while, until the Xavier dumpling hid in Charles' arms and shrunk a little bit, before he said, "'guilt'? That's a waste of everyone's time."

The Xavier group worked hard to get their heads out of Charles's hands: "You have, you are human, you must feel guilty and painful, self-denial is meaningless."

Batman ignored him.

"In short, I stand against it."

Charles rubbed Xavier's ball, smiling weakly.

"Well, I don't want to enter his mind, so it's always okay to release some mental pressure? Xavier and I have studied it. This ability to influence thinking has a certain resonance with the mental pressure of cities. Maybe we can try Try it."

As he spoke, he looked towards New York:

"In order to make the future cooperation more convenient, we also have to get to know each other better, right?"

"Gotham will cooperate with you." This is the reply from New York.

Gotham showed a critical look, but it didn't refute New York's face.

Every city has inherent characteristics, such as the authority of New York and the tolerance of the metropolis. I have to admit that when it comes to things like cooperation and experimentation, Gotham's control is more practical than any other city. .

Manipulation or self-control, these are what they urgently need now.

"To put it bluntly, what we need is a sense of security." Stark concluded calmly.

Charles handed the Xavier regiment to Batman.

"..." Why do both of them think that they can lead dumplings?Batman began to think seriously about this problem.

"Because your bat family has a prosperous population." Stark answered for him "friendly".

Batman held the dumpling in one hand, without saying a word, he could feel Xavier rubbing against his palm, the hidden intimacy with him, the feel was quite similar to Arkham, so he just kept it.

This scene fell into the eyes of Charles and Gotham.

"Actually, he is quite suitable for nursing children." Gotham put down his umbrella, which fell into his shadow, and then Gotham pushed Charles' wheelchair and took him to the prisoner's side, "As long as he can get out of here With a little attention in the dark, he'd be a very good father."

"Too bad he won't," Charles said, smiling.

Gotham agrees: "Yeah, he never will."

The slender white figure in the cage in front of him makes no one in the mood to chat. This thing is too long to leave a psychological shadow on people. It is actually not accurate to describe it as a skinny uncle. The skinny uncle is basically It conforms to the human shape, the hands are hands, and the feet are feet, and this white creature not only has unclear features and an unusually slender body, it is also very soft and boneless.

The first impression upon entry is the swaying white shadow.

Charles could clearly feel the hatred that pierced the marrow of the other party, but the cracked mouth kept smiling, as if he could no longer make other expressions.

Rao was mentally prepared, and Charles was also shocked by this thing.

"Don't worry, it can't escape." Gotham bowed slightly, comforting Charles' ears.

An inexplicable cold breeze blew through his hair, and Charles almost shivered. Fortunately, he has been the principal for so many years, and Charles has been taught by all the bear students, so he would not be stimulated by this matter, and stretched out his hand On the back of the shoulder, he patted the back of Gotham's hand holding the wheelchair.

"Thank you for your concern."

Probably because Charles was too calm, Gotham lost the mood to continue provoking people, and concentrated on looking at the things ahead.

"How to do it?"

"I hope you can follow my pace. If something unexpected happens, I will evacuate in time, and you will be responsible for holding him down."

Clearly, Charles decided to go ahead with his plans.

It's normal to think about it. After all, this is one of the leaders of the mutants. How could he obediently obey Batman's various requests like a Robin bird.

If Charles can try it in his own judgment, it is not something a Batman can stop.

"it is good."

Gotham just thinks that this is also quite interesting.

The author has something to say:

After researching for a long time, it is still impossible to determine the ranking of psychics in several worlds.

Letting Charles rank ahead of Uncle Jiong is completely selfish and untestable.

He is the best principal in my heart.

(However, in terms of the species covered by psychic abilities, Uncle Jiong is more comprehensive. The professor seems to be unable to conceive of creatures he does not understand)

*I remember the clown's eyes being green and brown, but can't find the picture.Bald.

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*Slender Uncle, Slender Ghost, Faceless Man, Slenderman, likes to kidnap children, loves tentacles (there is also a saying that Slender Uncle has many hands), and some versions even wear suits, very gentlemanly (selfishly think Slender Uncle is super handsome!).It's an urban ghost talk in the United States. If you are interested, you can search it.