[Comprehensive British and American] Bat's Grammy Girlfriend

The arrest of the "fish head man" greatly increased the sales of Gotham Daily, which got the exclusive report. Even though it was not in the same city as it, the editor-in-chief of Planet Daily still looked at the newly released newspaper and sighed.

The editor-in-chief was in a bad mood, and everyone below lowered their heads, praying that they would not be shot.

Louise rushed into the office and put a pass on the table: "I got the reporter's quota for the Antarctic scientific research team." The investigation of the strong alliance of universities and colleges can be regarded as the most important event in the field of scientific research in the near future.

"When are you leaving?" Perry asked.

"About a week later," Louise brushed her hair, just in time to see Clark come in quietly from the outside and slipped to his seat: "I heard that Wayne and Stark are going to cooperate in energy."

"I was trying to send someone to their press conference," Perry said, seemingly oblivious to Clark, who was out fishing during work hours. "You were a good candidate, and now..."

"Let Kent go, isn't he paying close attention to that rich guy from Gotham recently?" Louise suggested.

"He's still paying attention to Gotham's Underworld." Perry was not satisfied with Clark's work status these days, but he didn't immediately reject Louise's proposal.

Clark, who had just rescued people from the volcanic eruption, sat back in the soft leather chair. The newspaper he hadn't read before he left was still spread out. The photo on it was Bruce Wayne and his new girlfriend.

This newspaper called "Gotham Entertainment News" is particularly obsessed with digging and tracking Wayne's life. They can find out the details of every girlfriend of Gotham's richest man, and even have an annual inventory summary. No nutrition page.

He used to disdain to look at this kind of thing until he caught a glimpse at work this morning.

The woman in the photo has a pair of deja vu eyes, very much like the person I saw on the banks of the Gotham River that day.

Well, it's actually the same one, Clark concluded after studying for a few minutes.

She looked bright and charming while being held by Wayne, and there were a few snapshots below. She and Wayne looked at each other and smiled, as if they had known each other for centuries.The author wrote that this might be the culprit for Bruce Wayne's disappearance for half a month before, and he made a long story about their romantic life in London.

Clark seriously recalled the first time he met her, he felt inexplicably disgusted with himself, and seemed to be a little sensitive to light...how could he be a bit similar to the dark knight who only appeared at night.

"Clark, come here!" Perry's majestic voice interrupted his thoughts. Clark quickly pressed the newspaper with a pile of documents and went to find his immediate boss.

Bruce was discussing with Lucius about the modification of the Batmobile and Batsuit when the news of the Fishhead's capture reached Wayne Manor.

In view of Bruce's hard work a few days ago, today's Lucius is very talkative. After reading the design drawings, he even teased Bruce who was measuring Kexila's weight: "I didn't believe it when Fu told me, Only when you see it with your own eyes can you really feel that you are planning to start a family."

"Don't get me wrong, I only took her to the reception out of certain considerations." Bruce looked at the number on the scale, a full ninety pounds.

"If you don't have breasts, I might believe this number." He said slowly, ninety pounds is 41 kilograms, no matter how much you deceive yourself, it's not the weight that Kexila, a beauty with big breasts who is nearly six feet tall, should have.

Looking at Bruce's micro-expression, Kexila thought that he probably liked himself to be heavier, so his feet sank, the number on the scale rose wildly in an instant, and then the display screen went dark with a "beep".

"Your bill..." Bruce paused, "Forget it, come down."

Keshira, who didn't realize that she had crushed a high-end electronic scale, jumped down without guilt. When she landed, the Batcave seemed to be shaken twice by her.

"The latest report is that this afternoon, the 'fish head murderer' who killed several people in a row turned himself in at the Gotham Police Station because he couldn't bear the psychological pressure, and confessed not to the crime. Currently, the criminal is under police custody In order to prevent him from escaping, he was specially imprisoned in Black Gate Prison..."

Bruce stared at the screen above, his face gradually darkened.

In the memory Keshira instilled in him, the killer crocodile witnessed the whole process of Arthur transforming from a human into a murloc at the seaside many years ago, and mistakenly thought that he was the same kind of person who accidentally had the appearance of returning to his ancestors like himself.Killer Crocodile was secretly looking for this compatriot while committing crimes, but was surprised to see Arthur turned back into a human in the hospital.He mistakenly thought that Arthur had a way to cure his atavistic appearance, so he followed Arthur all the way home, and then threatened him to cure him.

How could Arthur cure this? Killer Crocodile immediately showed a fierce look. Thanks to Arthur's good physical fitness and precautions, he wounded his leg with a single shot.

This caused the killer Crocodile to hold a grudge. After he healed his wounds and read the news of Arthur's theft and imprisonment, he made up his mind and sneaked into the police station. After a big fight, Arthur was superior in the end, but because of his confusion, he jumped into the Gotham River and came to the dreamland.

What Nyarlathotep, what, I don't know.

The women's clothing boss who kidnapped Mary that day naturally became a killer crocodile. Bruce also discussed with Lucius why a person would suddenly fall in love with wearing women's clothing.

Even without Naia's meddling, Keshira didn't want Bruce to be exposed to her world prematurely.

That world...is too scary and crazy, knowing that it's all harm is useless.And Kexila's current goal is very simple, that is, to give birth to four little octopuses with Bruce - this is what Bruce promised that day.

Thinking of the little octopus that was about to be born, Kexila lowered her head and touched her stomach, and sadly found that it was filled with Ah Fu's biscuits.

When will there be a little octopus in it?Keshira was worried again, and she went back to her great-grandmother's teaching: undress-sleep, undress-sleep, repeat varying times.She believed in the experience of her great-grandmother very much, that was the existence that gave birth to almost all the old rulers and even all life.

Bruce recognizes Wilbur, the sneaky man outside Arkham Asylum.Bruce has seen his resume since he was a child. He is a more honest person than Arthur, and there is nothing special about him except that he is always hated by dogs for no reason.

Such a person, no matter how you look at it, has no reason to become a serial murderer, let alone the night when the fish head man committed crimes, he was hooking up with a girl in a bar in the metropolis.

The only convincing thing is the pair of arms that are exactly the same as Arthur.

Bruce looked at the close-ups on the camera, and immediately decided to go to Black Gate Prison to find Wilbur to find out.

However, someone was one step ahead of him.

On the armed escort vehicle, Wilbur's feet were soaked in blood. The man in tights stared at him, and after a long while spit out three words: "I don't believe it."

"What don't you believe?" Wilbur felt that his courage had grown a lot in the past few days. If he hadn't met Naia before, he would probably have fainted now.

"I don't believe you are a fish-headed man." The man held his hand and rubbed it back and forth, hoping that the gray-green scaly skin was just a disguise: "I am the most intelligent person in this city, Far more than the so-called Batman!"

Wilbur's arm hurt from his rubbing, and he couldn't help but want to withdraw his hand, but the man in front of him glared at him viciously: "If you move again, your hand will be cut off, and I will take it back and study it slowly!"

Wilbur was instantly as quiet as a chicken.

"Hmph, it's not fake." The man's expression was exactly the same as the question mark on his tights, "But how could it be you... In my guess, the fish-headed man should be Arthur Karen, he must follow Gotham escaped, but one day he will come back, after he becomes human again!"

Wilbur didn't dare to vent his breath.

"As for you, the clown who wants to be famous in Gotham, the shameful person who pretends to be someone else." The man looked at him disdainfully, "Looking at your honest and honest appearance, you must be from the metropolis, right?"

Wilbur was dumbfounded at his reasoning.

"Tell me why you pretended to be Arthur Karen." The man pointed his gun at his temple, "And this skin, what's going on."

Wilbur's heart rose to his throat, this man was simply scarier than Batman that night!Thinking of Batman, he thought of Superman who had saved him many times from the dog's claws. Just as he was about to call his name, his hand suddenly touched something cold.

It's a silver key.

Naia said that this is an important prop to summon his biological father, and it is also a stepping stone that can let him know the truth buried under the surface of the world.If he is a little smarter, he can use this key to directly meet an incarnation of his father...

Wilbur didn't know what the avatar meant, but he knew that his intelligence level was indeed a bit lacking, and there were no miracles with it every day.

"It can tell you my purpose." Wilbur held something in his pocket and spread it out in front of the man.

It was a key covered with cipher-like Arabic arabesques, and it shone silver in the dimly lit compartment, attracting people's attention like a lighthouse in the ocean of knowledge.

Edward Nygma couldn't take his eyes off the first sight of it, "I want it!" his heart cried out.

"But I have one condition." Wilbur clasped his fingers together, and the key disappeared, which caused Edward to almost pull the trigger.

"Don't be excited! I'll give it to you, as long as you do me a little favor." Wilbur said quickly, "I want to go to Arkham to find something."

"Arkham?" Edward put down his gun, and said in that disdainful tone again: "I don't even want to go to that place." It seems that going to a madhouse is something very honorable.

Wilbur felt as if he had heard this before somewhere, but the armored car escorting him was almost at its destination—God, he even pretended to be a murderer, but the police station locked him in Blackgate Prison instead of Arkham Asylum : "Then please take me there again." He threw the key directly to the man.

"You are not afraid that I will never come back to look for you again." Edward held the silver key tightly, "Fortunately, I am a person who keeps my promise, and I will find a chance to fish you out of prison and take you to Acre Hum."

He was about to leave, "You must have caught Batman's attention too, I would be more than happy to fight him."