Everyone thought that Bruce would go black [Comprehensive British and American]

Jason wrinkled his nose, he subtly felt that his Gotham dignity was offended, he rubbed forward, the little Robin was so different from Nightwing that he had to stretch his neck hard, In order to fully expose your face.

He stared at Bruce suspiciously: "...you look like you're going to hijack this plane."

"I'm a bit cold."

"This weather?"

"Ah."

"Okay." Jason shrugged: "Are you going to Star City too?"

Bruce slightly pulled down his sunglasses, trying to make his usual mean-scrutinizing gesture, but quickly pushed them up again: "We're on the same plane."

Jason felt a little hot in his ears, and he realized that he asked a stupid question, "But Star City is not suitable for you."

"I'm from Metropolis." Bruce began to lie: "I've always yearned for Gotham, but I didn't dare to go to that city, so I plan to start exercising from Star City."

"Exercise?" Jason retracted speechlessly: "Then you should start in Central City."

"Okay," Bruce replied, "I turned around as soon as I got off the plane."

Jason choked for a moment: "It doesn't have to be..."

"Everyone put your hands up!" Bruce heard a male voice with a thick accent from the tail of the plane: "Put your hands behind your heads now—come out!"

There was no sound on the plane for a few seconds, and then a burst of chaos erupted again. The robber seemed to be angered by the chaos. He fired a shot forward. The bullet grazed a poor man's scalp and nailed it to the ground between the cabin and the ground. On the partition of the flight room.

"Robbers." Jason showed an expression that he couldn't bear to look directly at, and he elbowed Dick's waist.

Dick shuddered.

"What are you doing!" One of the robbers strode over and pointed his gun at Dick's forehead, "What are you hiding?"

"Hey bro—" Bruce put his hand on the muzzle of the gun.

"You—" Dick hurriedly said, he was taken aback by Bruce's behavior, but the robber put a gun on Dick's head: "If you don't want to die, don't move."

Then he grabs Bruce by the collar and tries to yank him out of the seat, and the seat belt kicks in again, the flimsy material ripping in two.

Bruce covered his throat and coughed a few times, and at this moment he didn't forget to point the back of his head at Dick and Jason.

"I didn't hold anything in my hand." He gestured to the robber with five fingers open, "Now I'm going to slowly unbuckle my seat belt..." Bruce slowly unbuckled his seat belt, and was caught by the robber Pulled out the seat forcefully, and then led him to the cockpit.

"I have to get him out." After Bruce was taken away, Dick squatted in the space of the plane and whispered to Jason, "I need you to help me distract them."

"There were six people, all armed, the guy next to you was probably strapped to a bomb."

Dick slowly moved his hand down a little so that his fingers could touch the collar, "Damn it."

"what happened?"

"The communicator is missing."

"That's weird," Jason replied. "My communicator is gone too, but it wouldn't work if I had it."

Jason paused: "I tested it just now, and there is no signal at all on this plane."

Dick was silent for a moment, even though he had just broken up with Bruce and angrily burned his Robin uniform and smashed the Robin computer so Bruce wouldn't be able to track him down, but Bruce had done him a lot. Influence, he has to admit, he has almost perfectly inherited all the styles of Batman.

Naturally, he also inherited the problem of being full of bugs and communicators.

Now, Dick thought through gritted teeth. He felt safe about it, because he could call Clark at any time, and even if the plane crashed, Clark could pick it up—now he couldn't bet that Clark had time to save the plane. possibility.

But this is too weird. Starting from the inexplicable disappearance of their communicator and the lack of any signal from the plane, it is not difficult to subdue the six robbers. Terrorist attacks.

This suddenly became tricky.

Bruce was obediently pulled to the cockpit. As a hostage, the cabin staff had to be driven out and trapped with the passengers.

"What is your purpose?" Bruce lowered his eyes: "The plane has just taken off, and it doesn't make much sense for you to hijack the plane now."

"What's more, you will have your brains burned by Lord Superman immediately." He added.

The robber smiled grimly: "That's right, but we have better news, that Kryptonian won't have time to trouble us now." Then he tapped on the dashboard: "Change the route, the target is Metropolis."

The captain's face suddenly turned pale, and he stretched out his hand tremblingly, shaking so much that he could hardly hold the joystick, and he muttered: "No, I can't do this..."

"Then you go to die." The robber pulled the trigger, but Bruce moved skillfully, letting the bullet pass by the captain's ear.

"You're looking for death." He gave Bruce a rough push.

Bruce raised his chin reservedly: "Shoot here." He held the robber's hand and aimed the gun at his chin.

And turned his gaze to the co-pilot, "Change the route."

Looking at the stunned people in the cabin, he frowned impatiently: "What are you doing? Is the justice lord free? Since you all choose to transfer your rights to them, you should have confidence in them."

The co-pilot rushed to the driver's seat and pulled the control lever. Bruce felt weightless for a moment. When he looked out the window, he could see the white traces left by the plane.

"Do you think I dare not kill you?" The kidnapper was so angry that the flesh on his face was squeezed out of a deep groove.

"You don't dare." Bruce replied lazily, "Because you want to blow up this plane in front of Superman, kill everyone in front of him, and your performance will not be perfect a minute earlier."

Bruce was pulled out by the robber again, "I guessed it right?"

He changed his hostage position in displeasure, "Be careful, it's okay to die directly, but I really don't like pain."

"You reminded me." The robber said viciously, "You have to pay for your boldness."

He pushed Bruce quickly, walked to the rear of the cabin, and then put his foot on Bruce, kicking him to the ground. Even though Bruce had lost most of his strength, he still complied with the robbers. , Lie on the ground and make a picture of being unable to move.

The robber grabbed Bruce's hair again, put his knees against his waist, and pulled him up. Bruce hurriedly raised his head, and the arc of his head was even higher than that of the robber—in order not to let the sunglasses on his face fall off. down.

"Is there something wrong with you?" It was the first time the robber had come into contact with such a strange hostage, which made him feel unbelievable.

But he quickly put these behind him. In his opinion, these people are already dead, but in order to save some energy, he waved his gun around and warned everyone: "I hope you Be able to cooperate honestly with us.”

"otherwise--"

He stamped heavily on Bruce's spine.

There was a very crisp "click."

No one could see that the color of Bruce's eyes behind the sunglasses turned dark green in an instant, and the Laughing Bat was also angered. Even though injuries were commonplace for the Laughing Bat, it did awaken his bad memories one.

Bane broke his back.

Difficult recovery.

A dull aching bone in rainy weather.

And at the end - Ah Fu's neck also made such a sound.

Bane had already been thrown into the meat grinder by himself, and these people... The black mist quietly spread from under the shadow of the seat and along the carpet——

"Dick and Jason are still here," Bruce reminds, his eyelids twitching.

"We'll do what you say." Dick suppressed his anger, his sapphire eyes were bright, "but for now, please allow me to treat him, even if we both only have a few hours to live."

"Are you kidding?" The robber picked Bruce up again and threw him to Dick's side, where Bruce did a good job imitating a broken spine - slumped there limply.

Jason is still busy testing whether the robber has installed a bomb. There is no doubt that there is a bomb hidden in the plane, but as long as the robber does not have it, they can control the situation in an instant.

He heard a tiny beep, "No response."

"What did you say?"

"I said—" Jason dragged out his tone, he suddenly jumped up, jumped lightly, and jumped onto the back of the seat behind the robber. His balance ability was not as good as that of Dick, who was not controlled by gravity, But it is also enough for him to stand on a few square centimeters.

Jason wrapped his thighs around the robber's neck, exerted force on his abdomen, and smashed the hateful guy to the ground. His head made a sound like a watermelon falling to the ground, and then he fell unconscious.

"Keep breathing." Bruce looked sternly at the black fog in front of him, and warned the Laughing Bat: "Our journey has just begun."

Dick tapped his feet on the seats on both sides several times in succession, and everyone's eyes blurred. Dick had already jumped between the remaining five people. He quickly squatted down and leaned back to avoid the robbers. The bullet missed, and the big blue bird supported the ground with his hands, and with the back of his foot, he slammed into the head of one of the people, and he hit the other person's face firmly.

Before the others could recover, his right hand made an arc treacherously, grabbed the robber's wrist, swung it neatly, and grabbed back with his left hand. Turning over a row of chairs, Bruce was slightly taken aback by Dick's brusque behavior.

"What's up with him?"

"The rebellious period." The Laughing Bat sighed: "It's only a little better than Jason's."

Two left, Dick thought, and he threw one of the robbers in Jason's direction—Jason stopped him, knocked the man incapacitated with his right knee, but the man fell with his hands still struggle.

His fingers knocked Bruce's sunglasses off very deftly.

And Bruce was busy arguing with the Laughing Bat about raising children - all his mind was on arguing.

The sunglasses fell on the carpet.

Dick was the last one. He found that there was no sound from Jason at all. The irascible little Robin always likes to talk at such times, but not this time.

He turned his head in bewilderment—

"Fu... Bruce?" he asked inexplicably.