I used to believe in science

"Both of the latter guesses mean you're not that much of a conformist."

"Follow the rules?" Batman snorted at the comment, sniffing. "I thought you behavior analysts were pretty good at reading people."

"Of course, you follow this strict standard, you set yourself the kind, you look like you can do whatever you want in Gotham on the surface, but in fact there are many things that follow, such as you will never kill people, and you will never compromise with any criminals. , but you are amazingly abiding by the law, and never interfere with the judgment of the law after you talk about the arrest of criminals. You even use these laws to restrain your assistants and partners. I don't understand all your bottom lines , but I know that a person like you will never cross the bottom line, so in a sense, you are indeed a person who follows the rules."

Batman's mouth clenched, his sculpted chin showed how much he disliked Antoinette's analysis, but on the other hand, it also showed that she was right, at least in part.Hit the opponent's sore foot.

"Everyone has a bottom line." In the end, Batman only made such a powerless protest.Of course he can taunt and retort to hide his original intention or change the subject, but he can't, he doesn't want to do this when facing Antoinette.

"Yes, but not everyone's bottom line is unbreakable." Antoinette pointed at him "I rarely see someone as determined as you, in other words, paranoid. I have seen a lot of paranoid personalities at work, absolutely Most of them will show their abnormal side, but you, paranoid but still in the normal range. Tell me, if your line is crossed, what will happen to you?"

"...It's definitely not what you like."

"Honestly? I don't like you the way you are either."

Batman was dumbfounded by the statement, because in the bottom of his heart Bruce Wayne was hurt by it.

"I don't like the look of each of you, you, him, them." Antoinette pointed to Batman, and then pointed to Tony, Banner, Pim, and Strange in the laboratory again." What experiences have shaped you into who you are now?"

Neither was a pleasant experience.

The identities of most of the Avengers aren't a secret, so of course Batman knows those.Everyone knows Tony's experience. Banner has an alcoholic father, Black Widow was a Russian spy, Hawkeye grew up in a circus, and Strange suffered a disaster that ruined all his efforts not long ago.

This is why, in various ways, Bruce is grateful to Tony for protecting Antoinette so well that she can become the person she is now.Her presence always reminds them that in the same position, they also have the possibility to be a purely good person.

"I've said too much, right?" Antoinette continued to look at Batman. She misunderstood Batman's silence and was angry at what he said to her. "Sorry, I'm not usually like this."

But Bruce wasn't really angry. On the one hand, he was troubled by Antoinette's thorough analysis of him and worried whether his identity would be seen through. On the other hand, he was relieved that someone could so clearly understand everything about him.The two conflicting emotions were entangled until he noticed a drop of blood dripping from Antoinette's nose.

"You're bleeding." He pointed out to the other party.

At first Antoinette didn't realize what he was talking about until he pointed to her nose, and Antoinette wiped it with her hand.At the same time she realized the blood stained on her fingertips, her nose seemed to be opened, and the heat flowed up through her nasal cavity.

This is not a normal nosebleed.

Batman looked at Antoinette's nose, which was bleeding like a leaking faucet, and at her strangely flushed cheeks.

Antoinette was looking around for tissues. Her nose suddenly started to bleed profusely, which made it difficult. She tilted her head and tried to make the blood flow back, while touching around, but the blood still flowed through her mouth, leaving a fishy-sweet spot. The taste continues to flow to the neck.

Finally she got to the box of tissues and quickly took a few to clean up.

At this time, a cold hand was pressed on her forehead, and she took two steps back in shock, only to see that that hand belonged to Batman who had taken off his gloves at some point.

The hands under Batman's glove look unexpectedly delicate, with wide joints but not enough muscles to support them, and small scars on the fingertips. This is like a pair of hands of a person who has a certain status but is not stingy with doing things himself … Antoinette blinked, realizing that she had been analyzing too many details unconsciously.

And the other party stretched out his hand again and pressed it against her face. The cold breath made Antoinette want to lean over, but she restrained this urge, and heard the other party say "You have a fever" after a few seconds.

Batman's suit must have a special lining, it doesn't look as indestructible as Tony's armor, but it must be more than just a tights that can't protect the people inside... so Batman himself really looks so Is it big?Or is it like that hand?With the addition of armor, is it as it looks now?

"Oh...really?" Antoinette blinked again, and it took a while to realize what the other party said.

"Are you unconscious?" Batman didn't ask until she answered.

"No, I'm just a little distracted... and a little tired."

"You're tired because you're burning so badly right now, your body is mobilizing all its energy to deal with it," Batman said, grabbing her arm with his exposed hand, and as she moved towards him quickly Leaning most of your body against him and worrying "Is desperation starting to affect you?"

"may be."

"You need to lie down."

"Oh." Antoinette kept nodding, but her blurred eyes made Batman wonder if she understood what he said, so he could only half-drag and half-hold her to the small bed in the corner of the room .After just a few steps, Antoinette quickly collapsed, his legs were as weak as noodles, and he was almost dragged to the bed.

And after stuffing a pillow under her head, she quickly fell into darkness.

In all fairness, the desperate situation had a much better impact on her than Antoinette expected. Apart from the constant fever, she didn't feel much, not to mention that she was in a coma most of the time.

There were times when she was in chaos and could hear others arguing around her—

"Should we give her some antipyretics, anything to help bring her temperature down?"

"This is not a fever caused by any virus or inflammation. There is nothing wrong with her body itself. Those medicines will not work for her."

"Perhaps blood pressure medication would help a little?"

"Unless you want her to go into shock."

"But in this way, she may receive irreversible damage before the other side completes the remodeling."

"We can't stop, you see what it looks like over there now, those things are nothing if they can't be reshaped into human form!"

"There's also the question of, if they're so connected, what happens if one side dies?"

Occasionally she tried to open her mouth, but she couldn't see anything and couldn't hear her own voice. Someone must have been watching her. Whenever this time, someone would hand her a glass of refreshing.

She didn't know how long this lasted. When you spend most of your time in chaos, your concept of time is not so clear.After that, a bit of coolness penetrated from her forehead, and the coldness spread downward, flowing through the brain to the torso and limbs.She suddenly opened her eyes because of the coldness, and found that she was no longer blind, and saw a person sitting next to her for the first time.

This inhuman guy waved her hand when she stared at him with wide eyes, but the other hand on her forehead did not move, firmly instilling coolness, thanking the temperature for allowing her to think, So she asked "Balthazar?"

"Hi, I'm glad you remember me. After all, I'm just a nobody."

"Why are you here?" Antoinette looked at him and asked strangely. At the same time, she noticed that she was not in the original room. In fact, the room was pure white with nothing but the four walls. She was definitely not there. In Maya's research institute.

This recognition made her feel nervous, and the other party immediately understood her nervousness and comforted her, "Don't worry, you are still where you were, it's just me entering your consciousness."

"Is there anything you want to tell me?" Antoinette didn't understand. "Where did you go before? Lucifer shot the demon to kill me."

"I know."

"you know?!"

"Yes, but I've been told to wait and see." Balthazar waved his empty hand, as if feeling helpless about something, "Those big men above... think this is a good opportunity to make you complete .”

"They hope that through the death of one of us, we can achieve a plan to reunite us." Antoinette remembered that she did hear about it a year ago. Heaven hopes...she and Natalie can become one." Since the Supreme Sorcerer is dead, do you think it's time to act?"

"I don't know if you've heard, we're in the apocalypse right now, so we're in a hurry." Balthazar nodded, looking at her sympathetically, "Sorry, I'm not targeting you, but I have to obey Above all, after all, not all angels are as courageous as Anna and Cassie..." He stopped talking here, and turned his head slightly.

Antoinette heard a soft flapping of wings, and a new person appeared behind Balthazar. That existence had the face of a young man, but Antoinette could feel the inhuman oppression beneath it , she heard Balthazar respectfully say "Michael" to the visitor, and stood up and backed away from her to give the visitor his seat.

When Balthazar's hand left Antoinette's forehead, the sultry feeling of chaos returned to his mind.

"It's just that you can never be obedient, Annie?" The visitor sat next to Antoinette and gently stroked Antoinette's hair. His tone was calm and even a little compassionate, like a real angel in the Bible.

But beyond him, she saw Balthazar's eyes widen behind him, surprised.