Dressed in a superhero shell to save the world [Comprehensive British and American]

Tony Stark hovered for a moment high above the noise.His eyes fell on the junction of the galaxy-like lights on the tall buildings in New York and the ubiquitous shadows. The last embers of sunlight disappeared at the end of the horizon, and the cold air climbed briefly on his chest.For a split second he didn't want to fall back to the ground.

The ground floor of Stark Tower is still noisy, and now it is surrounded by police and reporters. Everyone is waiting for the first-hand news from Iron Man, and various questions and angry vents emerge in endlessly.But if they look up, they will find that the object of envy or sarcasm or disgust is looking down at them.

Maybe that's why the bat was in such a hurry?He looks very skilled, no matter the action mode or equipment level, he is far from a hot-blooded novice.There should have been two groups of people on the roof a few minutes ago, a few gangsters died under the arrows, and the rest were still breathing.Two enthusiastic people who don't know where they come from solve a disaster that may cause huge casualties, but in any case, in the eyes of the world, masked outlaws must be villains.

Tony took a deep breath.It's time to face the reporter, and Pepper is still waiting for someone.

"The world may be getting worse."

He swooped down.

"But it might as well be better, sir."

**

"The Wayne Group just contacted us, Tony," said Pep Potts. "Apologies for their chairman's reticence in the confusion."

"Forget it, he can escape from danger, which means that he has a good sense of crisis. You can deal with it as you like."

"And Mr. Wayne... He, ummm, he wants to ask you about the compensation for Stark Tower."

"What?" Tony, who was absent-minded, raised his head in astonishment. "What does he mean? When did we give the impression that our partners are short of funds?"

"Wayne means that the losses caused by Gotham criminals in other cities are partly responsible for the Wayne Group, and they are happy to bear this part of the loss." Pep read this passage to the email sent to the company's official mailbox The expression was also very weird, "Speaking of which, isn't he from Gotham?"

"Who knows where this guy came from, and I don't care about the family tree of the rich and powerful in Gotham."

"So how do you want to reply to the email?"

"Ignore him." A thorough iron man who was ignored by Gotham's colleagues just now said decisively, "In the future, if there is no need to blackmail Gotham, the brain circuit of the people there is not normal."

**

When Batman with abnormal brain circuits jumped off the bat machine, he heard a few exclamations from below.

At this time, he couldn't care less about whether he was discovered openly or not. Anyway, people will know him sooner or later after he has been active in Gotham for a long time.The main problem is that now half of the city is surrounded by huge plants with Arkham Asylum as the center point of diffusion. On the beams of the house, the streets and sewers are full of plant vines and strange flower buds. This scene is too outrageous, I haven’t seen it Moses, who had passed away, was dumbfounded for a moment.

"System, is Gotham in the same world as the place I lived before? Isn't this a sci-fi set?"

"It's not." The system said affirmatively, "Why don't you think about Stark's armor? That's unscientific, anyway..."

"I can't explain the parallel time and space, I understand." Moses paused, and said, "It seems that the clown was just a vanguard yesterday, and my appearance broke their plan. This may be an act of revenge."

System: "You know that any damage caused by the villain for any reason is not your responsibility, right?"

"I'm not sure." The man half squatting on the sharp corner of Gotham's roof whispered, "If I was only Moses and knew superheroes, I would think that Batman doesn't need to think about this at all, so I throw away the responsibility The people who gave Chaoying were just bullying the weak and fearing the strong. They couldn’t blame the villains, and they didn’t want to attribute their losses to the impermanence of fate. In the end, they could only entangle the good people. But now——” He was silent for a moment, “I still don’t feel that I have Wrong, but I have to fix things."

Or address the person who asked the question.

Does the city need Batman?In any case, it is the times and destiny that create heroes.When he was gliding over the dark clouds of Gotham, he always felt that the huge bat shadow cast on the ground by the lights was dwelling behind his soul.

Ordinary people in this city are weather-beaten and run faster than anyone else when they encounter disasters, which makes Moses less effort to save people on the road.When he rushed all the way to the vicinity of Arkham, he found that there were other people besides the riot police under a giant piranha.

A nimble figure shuttled over the gargoyle on the edge of the Gothic building, and its movements were full of wonderful beauty and rhythm, almost catching people's attention.The police's thermal weapons seemed to have limited damage to the plant killer. Some people had been injured, but not seriously, while the masked men in the air were trying to distract the opponent's attention from the police.

He used verbal provocations and strange movements to mock a plant. Moses watched for half a minute, feeling that the child should be young.

Batman quietly fell from the roof to the ground, and pulled away a policeman who was almost hit by the spores spit out by the bud next to him: "Be careful, it's poisonous."

"Oh, thank you." Gordon was staggered by the pull, and when he turned his head and looked at Moses, he couldn't help being stunned.But he reacted quickly, didn't raise his gun to guard and didn't ask any more questions. He said quickly, "It's Poison Ivy. The clown has developed a strange toxin and injected Poison Ivy. Now she manipulates All the plants have mutated, we have to escape from here to collect the antidote for the Titan Reagent..."

"Me and—" Moses glanced at the dangerous battlefield, "he and I are going to drag Poison Ivy, can you rush into Arkham to find the antidote?"

"I try," said the Constable cautiously, "unless I die in it, and come out with the antidote."

Moses patted him on the shoulder, bypassed the policemen and ran towards the familiar figure.

"Back! Dodge to the lower left!" He reminded loudly. At the same time, he raised his hand and shot two batarangs. Very loud explosion.The wailing of the poison ivy woman could be heard faintly from inside the plant, and the surrounding vines twitched crazily and began to whip around irregularly.

The young man who got the reminder was already prepared, and rolled to the lower left according to Moses' command, perfectly avoiding those tentacles with disgusting mucus.

"Jesus, thanks for the fire support, but too light an attack won't do this thing, do you have a bigger one?"

"No." Moses shuttled among the gravels photographed by plants, "I'm not here to fight her to the death."

He began to feel that the young man looked familiar.But Moses probably hasn't met him, so maybe he's an acquaintance of Batman.

The other party turned around in his busy schedule, and this time Moses saw his face, and it was no surprise that the shape of the mask was also a bit like a bat.He breathed a sigh of relief, anyway, meeting friends in such a ghostly place is better than meeting opponents, but Batman actually has friends?The Gotham knight gave Moses the impression of a lone traveler in the dark.

The sense of trust that rose in his heart at this moment was almost the same as when he saw Alfred.

"Uh." The young man in the Nightwing uniform whose real name was Dick Grayson also looked at him and said, "Have we met somewhere before?"