A retired magician raises a bucket daily

The ground is churning, bricks are falling, dust is flying, and leaves are burning.

The smog rises, and in the warm light, countless tiny particles sink and float in it, like a clerical error on a winter picture scroll, splitting two worlds.

When the explosion sounded, Steve's vibrating gold shield just fell on BB's body. The beautiful purple-haired girl was at a disadvantage at this time, her expression calmed down a bit, and she was no longer as insolent as when she first met .Compared with Steve, a heroic spirit who is good at melee combat, BB considers herself to be a brain power school, and she is more suitable for defeating opponents in the virtual field.But Steve is like a clockwork machine now, no matter how he is hurt, how scarred the past is in his heart, how he is pressed into the mud, the other party can always grit his teeth and get up from the ground .

"Ah, ah, I hate it, BB hates a guy like you the most, like a rampaging pig!" BB complained unhappily, but the dodging figure already felt a little embarrassed.

Steve was holding the shield, the armor on the other hand had been shattered, the back of the hand wrapped in it was full of scars, soaked with dried blood and mud, but his fist was still clenched tightly, heavy His gaze was like that of a falcon.

The girl who is attuned to the evil god sees a dark space beyond imagination.Looking at it this way, those eyes are a kind of hollowness that does not seem to be real, as if it can swallow all light and darkness.

It has to be said that BB has really had a great influence on Steve. Until now, there still seems to be illusory light and shadow of the past in his ears and eyes, and the whispers from the past surround him tightly. A figure whose face could not be seen clearly pushed behind him.

Tony moved his fingers. He typed the source code for too long, and his wrists and fingers began to feel sore.

"Ready?" he asked, a sporadic babble coming from his earphones.

Red Robin typed the last command, pressed the Enter key, and said while chewing on a small biscuit to replenish energy, "Everything is ready."

BB seemed to feel something suddenly, and when he was fighting with Steve, he paused, and his unbelievable gaze crossed Steve's shoulder and stopped on Tony's body.

How could someone... How could someone hack me? ! BB's eyes widened. Although she understood that the incomplete Holy Grail restricted many of her abilities, but... the ability to manipulate virtual reality, she thought she had never lost before. Is this about the dignity of an intelligent AI?

Tony smiled at her.

Even if the Iron Armor is disabled and the body has not fully recovered its ability to move, Tony Stark is still a genius.

They successfully counter-invaded each other through the sporadic data left by BB in the Jarvis program—in fact, it cannot be called an invasion. After all, the technology of this intelligent body is much higher than that of their era, and the bug will be fixed sooner or later. Things, but well, I can still buy a little bit of time.

The purple-haired girl was finally knocked down to the ground, and Steve punched her down with a fist, without any tenderness towards women.

"You rude pigs!" BB said unwillingly, "This humiliation...I will remember it!"

The fist fell with the gust of wind, and when it touched the girl's body, two powerful forces collided, and the wind and waves burst, causing his eardrums to hurt.

Steve sees the last remnant of the person he wants to see and the last person he wants to see in a violent wind.

That was his enemy and his former lover.

"Let me go, or let me die." The man looked at him with caramel-colored eyes, full of exhaustion and dead silence.

"You know that's impossible," Steve saw himself taking a few steps towards him, reaching out to grab him: "Tony."

Tony, with a dejected face, avoided him, "You make me sick."

The blond soldier froze in place, raising his hands in mid-air, neither raising nor lowering, "I just want a perfect world."

Tony showed a mocking smile on his pale cheeks that hadn't been exposed to the sun for a long time, "Didn't you keep saying that you want to eradicate the alien party? Why, you can't do anything with your old lover?"

He ripped open his shirt, the buttons popped open, revealing his chest with the reactor, he became very thin, collarbone and ribs were clearly visible, his hand pulled hard on the reactor, trying to pull the thing that made his life possible. The lingering things are ripped out.

"No, no!" Steve rushed over to pinch his hand, his eyes were red, and he pressed him to the ground in a gesture that could not be refused, "—how dare you?!"

Tony flung out the reactor forcefully, and the metal that was shining with blue light, which once outlined the outlines of the two of them in countless dark nights, fell to the ground and rolled precariously for a few times, just like the relationship between the two of them. , scattered.

"You shouldn't be like this. Steve." The former lover closed his eyes in his arms, without leaving him the slightest nostalgia, so straightforward, as if he couldn't wait to go back, to find the one he left behind in all the sins Captain America happened before.

BB's body was like an unstable mass of gold, which disappeared into the air with a clatter.

Steve knelt on the spot, his fists were still hitting the ground, and he sank deeply into the soil. He was stunned for a few seconds before getting up from the ground, thinking: What should I be like?

The man with the mustache supported the tree trunk to stand up, limped over, and patted him on the shoulder in relief, "I didn't let me down—why are you standing there, get up, you don't have the strength? Tch, don't you all?" Is it a Heroic Spirit? So useless?"

"So I..." Steve raised his head to look at him sideways, with a low voice, "Did I let you down before?"

Tony blinked hesitantly because of the endless words, "Oh...you ask this? Judging from your performance in the past two days...uh, it's not bad?"

Merlin's sword overturned the black phantom summoned by Mephisto. Although he has the title of a great magician, his swordsmanship is exceptionally sharp and crisp. A gap was split between the phantom, and small light-colored flowers grew out along with the vines. , tightly entangled the phantom, binding the invisible thing in place.

The iron chain jingled on the Laughing Bat's body, and the flying blades hanging from both ends of the iron chain were thrown out by him, hitting Floating Horror's body. After all, both of them are heroic spirits. , the Laughing Bat can chop off one of the opponent's tentacles at once.Abigail has lost her master, and it has not dissipated until now because of her own magic power, so she didn't dare to consume too much, just accidentally opened a few gates of different spaces, swallowed the tentacles of Floating Horror, and had to be careful not to hurt To Jason who was bound in it.

The huge weirdness was twisting crazily, it was in tune with the suitable container it had found, and it was in the weakest state. The sharp howl and the heavy roar from inside its body echoed in everyone's ears.

There were many slender wounds cut on Reed's arm by himself, and the oozing red blood dyed one of his arms dark red.There are too few complete magic circuits in his body, so he can only rely on the magic power in his blood.At this moment, his eyes were scarlet, the black hair faded from the tail, and the snow white color gradually climbed up from the lower end. The dagger in his hand turned into a long sword with a height of half a man, and the hilt was still dripping with blood.

He lowered his head, and the sharp tip of the long sword rested on the clown's throat, and with a little downward pressure, it could directly penetrate his throat.

"Tell it to stop." Reed looked at the clown coldly, the seven black command spells on his hand were like sharp knives, he could probably guess what the clown and the man in black had done.

Losing the assistance of the hell demons, they decided to entrust their long-cherished wish to the outer gods from the deep universe, hoping to use the power of the outer gods to plunge the world into chaos, and the clown, this guy is crazy but full of suspicion, full of lies but also To be favored by the God of Lies... In short, the evil gods are called, whether it is BB, Floating Horror or Mephisto, more or less coincides with their ideas.

"Hahahaha," the clown lay on the ground, bleeding from the back of his head, and his dark green hair was tied into strands, he laughed wheezingly, "You can try it and see if it can swallow you all in one bite. Down."

"..." Reed suppressed the idea of ​​directly stabbing the clown with a sword, "Do you know why we call them Outer Gods?"

"Of course you don't know," Reed whispered. "Before they had time to tell you, you killed them because of the instigation of the Outer Gods, and now you don't know how to stop them with the power of the Holy Grail, nor do you know how to stop them at last." what will become of it?"

"You can't accept that outsiders are doing evil in 'your Gotham', do you allow alien gods to rule this world?" His eyes were red as if blood was about to drip from them, "You really look like a A clown, a joke who is constantly deceived and walks on the road of lies. People only want to hear what they think. This is a clever deception. Although they are stupid, they still do it well. Lied...I say it one last time, make him stop!"

The clown's expression didn't change, "It won't stop, kid, did you hear its voice?"

The crooning that came out as Floating Horror breathed was like a chaotic evil, barking its teeth and claws to penetrate deep into everyone's heart and nerves.

"It's speaking its language, and it can't understand anything else. It's reached this point, and no one can stop what's going to happen next." The madness that can never be hidden in the eyes of the clown dances in it, he is already crazy He has completely become a prisoner of the evil god.

"I will end all of this and save Jason." Reed bent down, grabbed the clown by the collar, and lifted his upper body up, "Don't worry, I won't kill you, after all, killing is illegal... ...but I can make your life worse than death."

"What, you are the new guardian of the little bird? I haven't heard of you before." The clown raised his head and grinned.

Reed shook his head, the magic engraving on his back lit up, and the light seemed to extend from the shoulder blades like a crack, along Reed's arm, and moved to the clown's eyes little by little.

The clown felt a little irritated for no reason, as if a stream of light entered his eyes from the darkness, and he heard the soft voice of the magician before he fell into a coma:

"I'm his boyfriend."

Reed let go of his hand, and the clown's body fell heavily to the ground. He was still alive, but his body might never wake up again, and his spirit was left in a certain position forever, where he lived an eternal loop. Days, experiencing the pain of the people he killed, he is alive, and he is dying, every minute, every second, until the body is old, the spirit will dissipate, and everything will disappear.

This is why the magic engraving on his body will be watched by the people of the Magic Association, because it can imprison the soul, ignore all protection, and directly extract the soul.So many people exist in this world, and he can erase the meaning of each other's existence.

Reed saw that the three-stroke command spell on the clown's arm was gradually disappearing.Looking out of the factory with a feeling, more than half of the factory wall has collapsed, and there are ruins everywhere. The sound of fighting in the forest not far away has also stopped. He touched his ear and found that The communicator is still on, "Tim?"

"I'm here, sorry, I didn't help much just now." Tim just finished the cooperation with Tony over there, and then switched back to the battlefield here, "how is it now?"

Tim could only use the satellite scan to see, and for a while he didn't understand what kind of changes occurred on the scene.

"The clown has passed out." Reed kicked the people on the ground with his toes, "I'm going to solve the Holy Grail now, as long as this is eliminated... I can save Jason."

He had used more than half of the gems in Reed's pocket, and he was pinching the last few to replenish his magic power, and the wound on his hand was slowly healing.Merlin pierced Mephisto's body with a sword, and the demon was overwhelmed by countless flowers growing from the wound.Batman fixed Floating Horror's huge body with ropes, but fortunately, it was inconvenient to move except for the tentacles. The Laughing Bat was holding two flying knives, and half of his body was about to melt into Floating Horror's slime. De could vaguely see Jason who was tied deep behind him.

Too tired to fly, Abigail yells at Reed to hurry up, the attunement is almost over.

None of them can touch the Holy Grail. The golden cup overflows visible to the naked eye. As long as it is touched, the dark matter brewing in it will pour down. Only Reed's magic of changing [reality] can directly erase its existence .

After the collapse just now, the Holy Grail is now in a very awkward position, very close to the Floating Horror, panting strangely and heavily, the Holy Grail is right next to its head, the black viscous material covered with tiny tentacle beards The face stared at the Holy Grail quietly, as if it could swallow the Holy Grail in a second.

"Just fix that and it's all over?" Tim asked him.

"Well," the wind gathered under his feet, gently supporting Reed, "as long as I solve that, I can take Jason home."

Come back home.

Tim's chest suddenly stagnated, and his fingers tightened suddenly.

It was a long time ago, really a long time ago, and the relationship between him and Jason hadn't eased down at that time.When Jason and he met, it was inevitable that there would be a fight, and they would fight and get hurt, which happened many times, because he was always the one who was beaten unconscious.

But there was one time Tim remembered very clearly: the two of them had no strength to fight, and they were lying on the roof of an abandoned building, the sky was low and the moon was bright and the stars were sparse.

Tim broke the silence first, knowing that Jason would answer himself, "What do you want to do next? Trouble us? Live your life like this?"

Jason had a cigarette in his mouth, and he didn't know when he lit it. He smoked for a while, looking at the sky covered in white smoke, "Kill the clown, I'm here for him."

"B will send you to Arkham," Tim said.

"It doesn't matter." Jason took down the cigarette, "I have nowhere to go, it's the same everywhere, besides, won't I run away?"

Jason smiled disdainfully, "He couldn't find mine."

Tim frowned, "You have, you have a home, you can come back anytime...he and we are your forever family."

Jason sighed, "Little Red Bird."

He tilted his head, tired eyes, and repeated, "I'm homeless."

Tim didn't speak anymore. He listened to the wind and noisy electronic sounds in the earphones, and saw the real-time monitoring of Jason Todd's body status on the display screen, and his brother's steady heartbeat.

So now, do you have a home?

The moment Reed's hand touched the Holy Grail, all time around him seemed to have stopped. He felt a burning pain from the engraving on his back, which was worse than the pain he had ever experienced. The pain was much worse, as if the body was about to burn, and the hand that was in contact with the Holy Grail seemed to melt and recover countless times.

In an instant, it was extraordinarily long for him, the bright light swallowed the Holy Grail, and the heavy air immediately relaxed.

The undead gathered in the underground of Gotham city howling and gushing out from the place of imprisonment, returning to reincarnation or eternity.

Merlin used a huge flower to catch Reed who lost his strength and fell from the sky, "It seems that our cooperation has come to an end."

The flower magician bowed his head and said to Reed, as the light spot disappeared in front of Reed.

Abigail waved to Reed from a distance, and soon disappeared.

The Laughing Bat stabbed into the very center of Floating Horror, where a weird heart was beating.Countless tentacles wrapped around his body, trying to wring him off.Batman pulled out Jason who was deeply buried in it, and those tentacles finally lost their strength and fell limply on the ground. After a few seconds, it dissipated together with the Laughing Bat.

"Will I ever see you again?" Steve asked Tony.

"Oh, God, don't let us meet again. Dealing with an old woman is enough trouble." Tony replied as he struggled to remove all the out-of-control steel armor from his body.

"That's right." Steve lowered his head and smiled lightly. He sensed the passing of the magic power, and his body was dissipating. The hand he was holding on Tony's suit became transparent little by little, and the small golden light spots spread out. Tiff saw Iron Man's big caramel-colored eyes, the golden light stayed in them for a short moment, and disappeared again when the eyelashes swayed.

"Tony, we probably won't see each other again." He looked into the other person's eyes for the last time, and saw his own reflection in them with satisfaction: "I hope you are all well."

Tony saw the phantom of the heroic spirit embracing him, but before he could feel any body temperature, the heroic spirit dissipated into golden light, like dust floating in the sun, so dazzling, as if hugging him with a full heart.

The nitrogen in our DNA, the calcium in our teeth, the iron in our blood, and the carbon in the things we eat are all made up of thousands of stars scattered during the big bang, so we Everyone is stardust.Tony tried to grab it, only to realize it had disappeared so quickly.

I can finally go home and sleep well.After a while, he narrowed his eyes and thought, go back and find some counselors for the captain.

Jason barely opened his eyes, his vision blurred, but the familiar smell of Bruce's body still made his tense nerves relax a bit.

When he was in tune with Floating Horror, he could barely perceive everything present through the other party.

He heard Reed's heart beating violently against the jewel in his heart, and his emotions were rare anger, he heard the uneasy crying of children, he heard the anxious voices of unrelated brothers from the earphones, and he heard the mysterious voice in the depths of the universe. He whispered and called, heard the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves and grass, and the severe wind from the early winter pierced through his body, splitting him into broken pieces one after another.

He also heard what Bruce said.

"Jason...you—" Bruce squeezed his hand, feeling his child's pulse again and again. The two of them hadn't been able to talk properly for a long time. For a period of time, they always seemed to be facing each other, and the lost three years were forever separated from the once intimate relationship. There was destined to be an insurmountable gap, just like even if the broken mirror fragments were reassembled, they would still remain together. There will be cracks left on it.

"Good job," Jason raised the corner of his mouth a little, it is no longer the expression of sarcasm, but a soft, gentle smile with a little comfort, "I said it last time, I forgive you You're dead... Dad."

Of course, he didn't miss the moment when the dark knight's facial muscles suddenly became stiff under the mask of the dark knight.

Jason laughed from the bottom of his heart again, the dullness in his chest made him a little breathless, but this feeling, this long-lost feeling, made him feel that he was being reshaped, and all the mottled and broken things became whole.

"Jason...I, I'm sorry..." Bruce looked down at him like a statue ready to collapse.

Jason shook his head slightly.

"You are...a superhero to many people, and also..."

Jason opened his mouth a few times, but he never finished speaking. Maybe his consciousness was fading or maybe he thought it was too nasty. Jason just looked at Bruce, at his blue eyes under the Batman mask, "...Forget it, you don't need to say sorry this time."

You were the first to pull me out of the mud.

Jason was drowsy, he caught a glimpse of his boyfriend running towards him out of the corner of his eye, so he closed his eyes reassuringly, letting the slow black engulf him.

You can be a superhero to many people.

But my hero is only you.

It's just that the little bird will grow up, its wings will be full, and he will find his own home.

Not in the past, but in the future.