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

With the successful case of the previous one, the third one is particularly easy to solve.

Just an hour later Batman got what he wanted and packed away a device, Flash delivered it himself, ran straight back to the Batplane, then they cleaned up all the traces, Cold filled the In the labyrinth and ice cave, the matter has come to an end.

The three of them went back home in one city.

Gotham, who was shown off, kept a straight face, saying that he didn't want to communicate with anyone.

Originally, he still had some considerations of his own, but was disrupted by this trip.

Although the city's communication is as unrestrained as thought, smooth and fast, but they are too self-centered, usually only care about their own small chassis, and rarely raise their eyes to see the real appearance of the world.

Oh no, they can't even see their own appearance clearly.

Humanity.

The world's second child.

Gotham narrowed his eyes, and his smile became more and more playful.

The next day dawn.

Stark took those things and studied them all night.

Because Batman strongly refused Stark's intelligent system to enter the Batcave, Stark gave full play to his "age" advantage and began to pick on the intelligent system of the Batman. In the end, the old housekeeper personally went into battle, each with a glass of super-concentrated bitter gourd juice , let them turn off the fire.

Gotham was looking at the contents of the cage at this time, and Arkham was at his feet, sitting like a real baby, drawing a clown smile on the glass jar.

Gotham crouched down and wiped away.

"...?" Baby Arkham was a little confused.

Jason, who was still under forcible detention, came over, gave Arkham a glass of milk, turned his head and emphasized to Ah Fu: "I really don't need to continue to grow taller, thank you."

Arkham continued to hug the milk glass in confusion.

Damian, who fell from the second floor, took the milk cup with a tangled expression, and replaced Baby Arkham with a small milk bottle with a bright yellow lid.

Arkham was even more confused.

Subconsciously, he changed into a fleece jumpsuit with cow stripes, the one with a small bell.

Tuyan, why is Damian less and less afraid of himself.

Arkham grumbled.

Gotham can only say: Damian was never afraid of you, okay?Even if you are fierce behind your back, but you are instinctive and cute on the surface and in your bones, no fool would be afraid of you.

Arkham: A womanizer has no right to judge me. (ˉ(00)ˉ)

Gotham: ...

Why is this kid getting worse and worse.

The two cities looked at each other, and there was crackling fire in the telepathic link, which made Batman a headache. He simply asked Damian to take Arkham to play, and Gotham and Jason were responsible for the care.

One person and one city looked at each other. Gotham saw Jason's headache, and Jason saw Gotham's headache.

They stared at each other for a while but couldn't find any other way, so they could only take the other two kids upstairs, their feet stepped on the stairs, and Gotham suddenly stopped.

"The metropolis is here."

Batman temporarily pulled himself out of the experimental equipment and stared at Gotham: "We've talked."

"Except for him." Gotham had a delicate expression.

So Batman understood: "Don't let him enter the Batcave." It was just this request, and then Batman went back to research and work.

Gotham hummed twice. He had planned the restricted area before. Even if New York wanted to enter the Batcave, he had to declare war on him first. The other areas remained the same, which fully met Batman's requirements: concealment.

Don't startle the snake until you figure out what's going on.

He took Jason, Damian, and Arkham upstairs to the living room on the second floor of the Wayne House. As soon as he entered, he saw Metropolis sitting on the largest sofa, poking his head and looking over.

Seeing Gotham coming in, the metropolis jumped off the chair, ran towards Gotham in two steps, and jumped on Gotham.

"What's wrong?" Gotham immediately steadied himself, very skillfully.

"I came to look for you recently, but you weren't here. That guy said you have a baby and don't want me." As he spoke, the metropolis poked his finger in Jason's face.

Jason: "..."

Fuck is there a complaint? ? ?

Gotham felt his head hurt even more amidst the jerks and jerks.

He seems to understand why some humans are afraid of children.

She's usually cute, but when she makes a fuss, it's fatal.

Amidst a large headache, Gotham vaguely felt Batman's thoughts:

The interrogation has not progressed, and they must have something to hide.

Want Professor X to do it again?

Xavier is a new city, safe to be trusted.

At this time, I have to complain about the bridge interface of Arkham. Not to mention the unstable signal, there is no way to properly transmit information. Every time I come here, there are a lot of short sentences. Who knows what I want to express.

Arkham, who was being robbed by Damian and Metropolis, said with a paralyzed face:

Bat Mama won't use this, and it's not my fault.

Arkham's cow costume successfully conquered Metropolis, not to mention that Arkham only calls Batman "Ma Ma" now, and never dared to call Gotham, which made Metropolis very satisfied, and started to masturbate fluffy wholeheartedly .

The whole baby was going to be torn in half by them.

Gotham glared at Arkham:

Let me and Arkham try it this time, maybe there will be unexpected gains.

In terms of mental abilities, Professor X is of course professional.

And the relationship between the city and these creatures seems to be a natural mutual restraint relationship. From the perspective of Gotham, you can try it out. After all, Professor X really can’t understand creatures that cannot be understood. Strictly speaking, he should not be able to understand them. The brain circuits of those guests from other worlds.

The reason why the previous success was likely to have something to do with Gotham's control.

After the last contact, Gotham began to suspect that the city and the origin of these guests might be close, and information could be obtained more easily.

Coincidentally, Batman thought so too.

The two parties agreed in the evening to conduct the experiment after sending the metropolis away.

On the largest sofa in the house, Metropolis hugged Arkham's arm, not giving Damian a chance to take the baby away, while watching Gotham: "I found that I can't enter the Batcave."

"Well, there are experiments over there, which are very dangerous for our city." Gotham said truthfully.

Metropolis blinked.

"You know, if there is anything I need, I will help you, right?"

"of course."

The corners of Gotham's mouth pursed slightly, and he approached the metropolis, and now the metropolis didn't want Arkham anymore, he turned his head and rubbed against Gotham's waist, dawdling several times.

It felt like a soft little sun crashing into the dark night.

Gotham's smile softened completely, he hugged Metropolis into his arms, and rubbed his head sideways with him: "I'll take you to the Batcave after the research is over."

"Okay~" The metropolis happily agreed.

Batman:  …

At night, after 8 o'clock, the sky was completely dark, and the dawdling Metropolis was kicked back to the opposite side of the bridge by Gotham, while Arkham was dragged to the Batcave by the back of the neck, facing those white thing.

As time goes by, the strength of these creatures seems to be constantly being consumed, and Batman also tries to feed them, but they don't eat or drink anything, and general nutrients have no effect.

They are decaying.

All the anger and madness have settled down, these creatures have completely calmed down from the frenzy of fighting, and now they just stand there, moving their fingers occasionally.

"Hoho..."

Laughter came from the thin crack.

Fingers of the same length were rubbing against the glass, back and forth, Gotham could understand this, they were touching the two of them, sincerely full of love, wanting to touch the soul of a city itself.

They really love cities.

Both Gotham and Arkham clearly felt this.

Gotham looked down at the goosebumps on his arms, and Arkham smiled broadly.

"Let's play!" said Arkham.

The dark smoke filled the air, and Gotham gave enough authority. The smoke of Arkham was exercised here as it was in the Arkham Mental Hospital, directly intruding into the sealed tank, and the coal-like exhaust gas drove those creatures Surrounded, there seems to be a trace of mist.

During the opponent's struggle, black marks were smeared on the inside of the jar, twisting and twisting into traces, and those creatures couldn't even scream.

The black smoke was still expanding, like an ominous black mist on a rainy night, covering the entire interior of the cage, filling them up completely, and devouring the prey inside.

Arkham laughed, crisp, like a bell ringing in a nightmare.

The sound echoed in the bat cave, as if some bats were frightened and flew out one after another, leaving a trace of horror in the sky above them.

The black smoke moved according to Arkham's will, and penetrated into the bodies of these visitors from other worlds, quickly penetrated through the gaps in the mouths, the round holes in the ears, and the deep-set eye sockets.

Homecoming.

During this process, the pale creature made a vague and unintelligible sound, and those syllables were cut by the black smoke, broken and unrecognizable.

then.

They went from pale to coal black.

"Your veins are all from the water system?"

Stark, who was wandering blindly during the rest, bit his cup and came over to watch curiously. He just missed the unclean scenes just now, so he was not afraid at all.

In London, New York, Gotham, and Arkham, their shape changes seem to have a little relationship with the water mist. The fog, water vapor, muddy water, and Arkham's black smoke obviously also contain moisture.

Gotham was puzzled for a moment, then shook his head: "Metropolis is not."

Metropolis is a flying feather.

During the chat for a while, those creatures have all fallen into a state of complete sluggishness, staring down at the floor one by one, their height has dropped a lot, kneeling on the ground, hunched over, but not Trembling, like silent sculptures.

The coal-black viscous overflowed from their bodies because they couldn't hold more, and turned into black smoke and gathered again, entering their bodies again.

Stark got closer and knocked on the glass curiously.

The moment the sound shook.

All the otherworldly creatures in the surrounding airtight cages raised their heads in unison, and their black eyeballs, which seemed to be twice magnified, were all staring at Stark.

!!!

Stark was taken aback.

It's not just superficial shock, there is an indescribable force that instantly grabbed Stark's heart and pulled his soul. The eyes of these creatures are like prying eyes from the abyss, and the invisible attraction crushes Stark. Ke couldn't even breathe smoothly, as if there was a hand tightly strangled around his neck.

Gotham put a hand on the back of Stark's spine.

"Breathe," he said softly.

Stark snapped back to his senses.

There was no attraction, no pressure, no hands around his neck.

It was he who held his breath.

"what……"

Stark's whole body shook uncontrollably, he couldn't help panting, cold sweat covered his whole body, obviously the temperature control of the Bat Cave was excellent, but he felt cold.

"What, what is this thing???"

"Arkham isn't very good at controlling himself yet." Gotham helped Stark up heartlessly and without sincerity, looked at the corners of his reddish eyes, and narrowed his eyes, "Your eyes are great, especially It was a time filled with tears."

Physiological tears blurred Stark's vision, and he was about to wipe it off, but Gotham grabbed his arm, and suddenly the alarm bells in the playboy's brain rang.

He still remembers it!

This guy is a BT who climbed to the roof of his house with a dog man in the middle of the night to date!

Stark took a deep breath and smiled as he parted Gotham's "gracious" arms.

"I'm fine." He backed away with a smile.

"I'm really fine." Evacuated at the speed of light.

Gotham: "...?"

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