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

"Oh..." Bruce covered his face in pain, staring at Jason as if asking for help.

"Please...please say something, tell me I'm not dreaming."

Jason reached behind his neck and pressed against the mechanism behind the hood.

"Hey..."

The hood slowly moved and reorganized, and a puff of smoke gradually dispersed from the hood.

Jason took off his hood and stared at the terrified Bruce.

"Sorry, old guy, he's really your son."

Bruce wailed in pain, "I know your nocturnal... business, but is it this exciting every night?"

Compassionately, Tim grabs Bruce's arm and lifts him up.

"Sorry, Bruce, but it's actually your nightlife that's the most exciting."

"Wow --" the little golden retriever pulled Bruce's suit and climbed onto Bruce's shoulder a few times. It sneered and called in Bruce's ear.

Jason was carrying Bruce through the night in Gotham like he was carrying a sack, and Bruce felt very uncomfortable in his stomach being pushed against Jason's shoulder blades.

"Hey--"

He patted Jason's hood dissatisfied.

Jason ignored him.

Bruce was surprised to find that the chubby hood felt so good when slapped, so he patted Jason's head rhythmically like a watermelon.

He was surprised to find that the hood seemed to be fine, and he even made a rather unhappy expression.

"Is your hood upset?" Bruce marvels.

"Don't make any more mess." Jason reluctantly adjusted his posture for Bruce.

"Why? I'm very uncomfortable now. Is this how you treat your old father?"

Bruce raised his delicate chin proudly, "You can't carry me like this."

"Okay, Bruce, I'm not Superman, should I wrap you in a cape, hug your legs and give you a hot kiss in the bat lighting silhouette upstairs in GCPD?"

"Oh... that sounds good." Bruce raised his hand and ran through his hair.

"I like this."

He tapped Jason's hood again, "Give me a comfortable position."

"..."

For his own sake, Jason took a deep breath, and he recalled the classic positions of Superman holding Batman.

He carefully chose a posture that he thought was very suitable, and a human who could not fly could also do it.

He chose the princess hug.As expected of you, Red Hood.

They didn't notice that the little golden retriever in Bruce's hand seemed to be greatly frightened. If someone could accurately distinguish the emotion on a fluffy dog's face, the expression should be... shy and a little unbelievable?

The little golden retriever curled up into a ball in shame, hiding his face in his stomach full of escape.

Not far away was the characteristic sound of a building collapsing, and Jason stopped to watch.

A majestic and thick vine, twisted and connected, protruded from the ruins, blooming flowers with teeth and claws.

The flower has a kind of sharp teeth and jagged foliage.

It grows extremely fast, and Poison Ivy stands enchantingly on the tallest and largest flower.

She's dedicated to poison ivy, trying to use those foliage to tie down superheroes who interfere with her good.

"Wow...Miss Poison Ivy, do you know that you look like an evil witch in a fairy tale now?"

Peter Parker kept shooting out spider webs, his movements were vigorous and light, and he dexterously swung around among the poisonous ivy, jumping like a dragonfly on water among the flowers that opened their mouths to bite him.

"Wow... stay away from me, you are not a qualified pet."

He narrowly dodged a vine that passed him by, just a little bit, and the flower could brutally bite off his head.

"Hey! Do you mind if I answer the phone first? Intermission?"

Peter took out the phone from nowhere, and the screen flickered, it was a call from Gwen.

The Poison Ivy Girl sneered, and touched the cute vine beside her.

"Good boy, go and tie up that little bug, I want him to feel himself being digested bit by bit."

"Uh... ma'am, you're not the first to say that, seriously, can't you guys be a little creative?"

Peter complained loudly, as if he had been given some strange buff, could he not escape the villain's destruction even in Gotham?

Gotham... Forget it, he shouldn't have expected anything from Gotham.

Spider-Man tapped the screen and pressed the phone to his ear.

"Hey...Gwen...what can I do for you?

"Whoa—" He dodged another fatal blow.

"Peter? Where are you? What are the noises around you? Are you in Gotham?"

Gwen chopped off her foot in despair, "Why are you in Gotham?"

"Sorry, Gwen, I'll ask you to explain when I get back... Hey!"

He accidentally dropped the phone while evading, but fortunately, he shot spider webs in time to stick to the phone.

"Please... I can't afford to change my phone anymore..." He muttered.

The truth in the world is that the more you worry about something, the more it will happen, and superheroes are no exception. The battlefield is too chaotic, with huge plants cutting every inch of space, and the tough spider's silk is slightly weaker in front of the sharp leaves of poison ivy. Even worse, Peter's spider thread was cut.

The phone dropped mercilessly.

"Oh no--"

He said gloomily, his large white eyes narrowing in the hood, revealing the fact that Spider-Man was annoyed.

"Ma'am, you have caused me property damage again... If a superhero can buy insurance for himself, I will buy him a hundred and eighty copies...but-"

Peter jumped up high and covered the poison ivy girl's face with spider silk.

Poison Ivy's aloof expression was broken, and she angrily pulled the spider webs on her face, trying to tear away the obstacles that blocked her vision.

Peter saw the timing and quickly planned the route. Like a light butterfly, he swung treacherously between the big leaves of the plant at an unexpected angle.

He tries to bind Poison Ivy with spider silk.

But this angered Ivy, and the poison ivy was bound up, wriggling and wrapping Ivy into a cocoon.

"Ah oh, this is not a good time." Peter's heart skipped a beat. According to experience, when Poison Ivy comes out again, she will not only be revived with full health, but also gain several buffs.

He complained about the unreasonable setting, why doesn't Spider-Man have this skill?

Spider-Man won't improve his combat power even if he is beaten, but the villain can always turn around if he is beaten.

As he expected, the plant wrapped in Poison Ivy quickly spread out, and the outrageously large plant doubled in size.

It also has twice as many tentacle-like branches.

Poison Ivy waved her hand as if venting her anger, and the vines overwhelmingly pressed towards Peter. During this period, countless buildings were collapsed, and the road was torn apart piece by piece.

Peter noticed ordinary people running around in the ruins.

He ignored the branches that were whipping towards him, but swung back towards the pedestrians.

--Snapped

He was hit in the back by poison ivy, and Peter's face contorted under the mask for a moment, but the force helped him reach those unarmed and unable to protect themselves faster.

He wrapped the car with spider webs and raised it with two hands. Beside him was a middle-aged man who was waiting to die with his eyes closed.

"Gerald, be careful."

The middle-aged man did not wait for the severe pain, but heard such a sentence with a smile.

"How do you know my name?" He looked at Spider-Man in disbelief.

"Um... in the words of your mascot, because I'm Spider-Man?"

With a little force, Peter threw the car aside, and suddenly jumped up, dragging the middle-aged man to a safe corner.

"Run and protect yourself... oh."

In fact, before Peter finished speaking, his colleague, the man who went to find his wife, ran away without looking back.

"How should I say, is it really Gotham?" Peter shrugged, and then launched spider silk to save more people.

Jason looked at the crazy poison ivy, he decided to put Bruce down, even if this baby Bruce was a fool, he believed that Batman hiding inside him would take care of Bruce.

"Bruce, I have to deal with Poison Ivy, you find a safe place by yourself."

Bruce hesitated, then nodded.

"Be careful, Jason."

But Bruce didn't decide to leave here, he ran against the crowd to the center of the chaos.

He found several ragged children buried under the sand.

He squatted down, not caring at all that his expensive suit was stained with dust, nor caring that his tender hands were worn away by rough stones.

He quickly dug out several children.

"Mr. Wayne!" A little boy looked at him with bright eyes.

"It seems you know me." Bruce smiled reassuringly. "Can you still walk?" He lowered his head and pinched the little boy's swollen ankle.

"It's nothing." The little boy stopped uncomfortably.

"I'm dirty, Mr. Wayne."

Bruce pursed his lips and stood up. He didn't say anything more, but watched the little boy's companion help him out of here.

It wasn't the first time he felt a deep powerlessness, but this time it was surprisingly strong.

Jason is already familiar with dealing with poison ivy. He has dealt with these things countless times. He threw a glass reagent at Peter.

"Spider-Man! Throw it to Poison Ivy."

Peter grabbed the reagent and swung towards the most heavily guarded flower.

Bruce walked towards the ruins one step at a time, and he had an inexplicable sense of familiarity with that towering plant.

But he suddenly felt light under his feet, and his whole body lost weight instantly, but there was a piercing scream from his left side.

The cry sounded terribly excited.

Bruce found himself surrounded by a red arm painted with spider webs. The scenery on both sides of him receded rapidly. Bruce frowned and turned his head impatiently. He saw a man with an excited face.

"Mr. Wayne... My name is Albert, maybe you still have an impression of me..."

Bruce felt his eyelids twitch.

Albert covered his hair with his hands, trying to keep the high-speed wind from ruining his hairstyle, but Peter couldn't help it.

He interjected, "Dude? Don't you think your focus is a bit off? You two were almost going to be smashed into..."

"Shut up, outsider."

Albert mercilessly interrupted Spider-Man's chatter, even though Peter was his savior.

"This is Gotham," he explained impatiently.

"And that's Bruce Wayne."