[Comprehensive British and American] Bat's Grammy Girlfriend

Edward drove a car, opened the door and threw Wilbur into it, regardless of the moaning in his mouth.

Wilbur buckled up his seat belt fearfully, and watched him walk through the red lights without hesitation, worrying that he would be chased by a bunch of policemen before they reached Arkham.

It didn't take long for him to realize that his worries were unnecessary. There seemed to be few drivers in Gotham who obeyed the traffic rules.

Edward kept a weird and peaceful smile on the road, his eyes were fixed on the front without moving, and he didn't seem to even blink.

Wilbur felt a chill crawling up his back, opened his mouth for a long time, and finally asked when he was approaching Arkham, "Are you all right?"

"Haha!" He laughed twice, Wilbur thought he was going to read the long passage just now, but he just smiled and didn't say anything further.

Now Wilbur is really scared, the only motivation that keeps him from calling his old friend Superman is that he can already see the madhouse on the roof.

He is not a persevering person, but he has put in so much effort to get into Arkham, and he has also done a lot of weird things. Now that the light is in front of him, he is really unwilling to give up.

The vision in the sky was still going on, and people were a little scared at first, but after seeing those spheres just shuttled between the clouds, neither bringing disaster nor getting closer to the ground, they boldly observed it.

It's so beautiful, Wilbur sighed, completely unaware that this is the father he has been thinking about for more than [-] years.He saw many people taking pictures with their mobile phone cameras, and it is estimated that tomorrow's weather layout will be all about it.Then the social page is himself—a man in the metropolis broke into the madhouse, whether he was kidnapped or lost his humanity—he almost guessed the title.

Edward took him to the back wall. The power grid on it was broken. The two stepped on the roof of the car and climbed in. There was actually a table on the other side of the wall for them to land on.

so easy.Wilbur looked left and right, and found that the lunatic asylum, which was usually heavily guarded, was actually quiet, not even the barking dogs, and felt creepy for a moment.

I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but he always felt chilly on his back, as if something cold was attached to it, or someone was blowing air-conditioning on it.

After tugging their clothes vigorously, Wilbur and Edward walked into the main building of the madhouse, a tall Gothic castle-like house with an imposing appearance. They couldn't figure out why such a beautiful house should be used as a madhouse.

It was also quiet inside. Several doctors were lying on the table with needles inserted in their necks. The doors of the wards were all open, and the people inside were nowhere to be seen.

A painted face stretched out before him, startling the nervous Wilbur.

The clown grinningly walked into his ward from beside him, his hands were handcuffed, but he deftly stretched out his hand through the barred window and locked the door.

Will there be such a well-behaved patient, Wilbur wonders.

Everything in the courtyard was thrown into pieces, only the basement on the first floor was safe and sound.

When the door was opened, a puppy jumped out, snarling at Wilbur, clawing at the ground with its paws, although its expression was fierce, it did not pounce.Edward gave him a push, and he almost fell down the stairs and stumbled into the small basement.

It contained a small amount of medical supplies, more of a cluttered collection of books - all Miskatonic legacy, they didn't take everything.

Wilbur had read in those books that Miskatonic University used to have a special occult major, but it was abolished within a few years after the death of several professors who taught it.Since this major was no longer established, many related textbooks remained at the old site and became the assets of the madhouse established later.

People don't come to this place very often, and those books have been neglected for many years, and they are lonely and covered with dust.

Nia said the book he was looking for was the most special one, but they all looked special.Wilbur turned around in embarrassment, Edward smiled quietly, and stood at the door looking at him.

Finally, he found it.

It was a very thin book, just a few sheets of paper, without a back cover, and on the cover was written "Necronomicon" awkwardly in an ancient character from an unknown country.He turned to the first page, "One day, Lavinia's child will call his father's name", he continued to read, followed by the calling spell, and a long list of unknown symbols.

After Tim left the Batcave, Alfred took over the surveillance, and he located Edward Nygma's car and told Bruce they were parked at the back wall of Arkham Asylum.

Batman's communicator rang, and Aaron hummed a few times on the phone, saying that the Joker and Harley had escaped from prison, and opened all the doors as he left.

Bruce put the "Murloc" on his back in the Batmobile, and the prison guards who cleaned up the scene of the fight chased them out, but they couldn't run on four wheels with two legs, and soon they could only see a row of car exhaust.

Tim joined the communication, telling Alfred about the current sky vividly, "It's so beautiful! Those glowing spheres are like condensed nebulae."

Alfred reminded him to pay attention to the road conditions, and as soon as his voice fell, Bruce hit a hard object.

"...I think my motorcycle skills are pretty good." Tim said after hearing the voice, "I seem to see Jason, he has a big red head!"

After a while, he was riding a big motorcycle and saw more people: "Wow, Superman! Wow, big sister who can fly! Wow, it seems that something passed me just now!!"

Without looking at the road, he successfully crashed into the electric pole on the side of the road.

Alfred calculated the repair fee and shook his head.

Bruce thought he just hit something like a rock, but he didn't expect that one hand would reach out to the windshield, and then the other. Finally, the man's hands and feet were lying on the glass, and the familiar big blue eyes were full of resentment. Staring at him, the small wings behind him shrugged and stretched on both sides.

It was Keshira, who had climbed into the Batmobile and sat heavily in the passenger seat, with a large swollen forehead.

Mr. Murloc, who was stuffed in the back, was awakened by the noise. He squeezed into the small space like a fish, and for a moment thought that the group of people was finally going to kill him to silence him.

Kexila smelled a long-lost scent, looked along, and met the eyes of the dead fish.

"Deep Diver." A few syllables rolled out of her throat.

The murloc almost fell into a coma again from surprise. Although his face was different, the call flowing in his blood made him recognize Keshila's identity—the daughter of the Lord of R'lyeh, the Great Hidden One, the deep Potential's current manager.

Looking at the mottled scars on his body, Kexila sighed deeply, with a bit of compassion in his eyes.

"Sleep," she said, "wake up and go home."

The deep diver in exile has fallen asleep, and Cthulhu will be waiting for him in his dream.

"A native of Atlantis fish head?" Bruce asked.

Kexila nodded: "They were taken away."

The car drove to Robinson Park, and Arkham was a block away.Kexila rubbed the big bump on her head, and yelled a little wronged: "Brussy, it hurts so much!"

Bruce thinks about those parental words to coax their children, about "TuTu fly away" - so silly; "TuTuTu,TuTuT, fly!" - no different from the last one.

"I don't need to do my homework today." Finally he said this.

Kexila was visibly happy, and Bruce asked her again: "What are you doing out there?"

"Hit the bad guys!" She was full of anger, "Help Brucey beat the bad guys!"

Bruce didn't tell her that Batman is actually a bad guy in the eyes of many people.

The beautiful, nebula-like sphere was gradually disappearing, Keshira looked at the greeting from the distant universe, and asked softly: "Does it look good, Brucey."

Her great-grandfather, the one of all things, encompasses infinite universes and infinitely extending dimensions, and loves all highly intelligent beings.He has two opposite incarnations, one good and one evil, but it is mostly the good side that comes to earth.Generally speaking, great-grandfather didn't take long to respond to those intelligent believers, but this time, he didn't know why he stayed for so long and created a world wonder.

Bruce was noncommittal about the scene in the sky, but said: "You can't call me 'Brucie' for a while, remember, when I wear this suit in the future, I have to call me 'Batman'."

They crossed the bridge and were about to reach Naihe Island.

"Bat?" Kexila looked at his uniform, flapped his bat-like wings twice: "I want to be called Little Bat."

"This has already been registered by someone else."

Kexila was stunned, "Then I'll beat him up."

At this moment, the clown didn't know that he was about to be beaten by a large creature.His ward faced the backyard of Arkham, where Wilbur was building an altar or something according to the instructions in the book.

"Live, live animal!" Wilbur was taken aback by the following request, but Edward said: "For the sake of endless knowledge and wealth, it is nothing to die a few people."

"No, no, no..." Wilbur's head was covered with cold sweat, he didn't summon evil gods or demons, this was his father, how could he be so cruel.

"Cowardly man!" Edward reprimanded him loudly, grabbed the "Necronomicon" and recited the spell on it.

"...the son of Yog-Sothoth calls to you, my brother!" he said, and the surrounding vegetation was the first to change, and a foul-smelling black slime appeared on them, and some invisible creature trampled on them, slowly Slowly approach them.

"We are the rulers of the world, the heirs of the God of Truth, and the ultimate that has exhausted time and space!"

Wilbur's back felt terrible, and as Edward sang, he gradually became out of breath, and slowly changed from standing to squatting on the ground.

"Stop, stop, stop, stop." He felt indescribable fear.

"Bang!" Aaron, who came here by force, knocked out the book in Edward's hand with a shot. After the spell was interrupted, he roared at Aaron, but his feet could no longer move.

The rope-like arms emerged from the ground twisting, bringing out an egg-shaped object that could be called a face or a body. They or it came from the back of the unconscious Wilbur, buried in the ground from the human body , reappeared at Edward's feet.Each "rope" has a mouth, bloody, looking around for the sacrifice that should be offered to it.

"God!" Aaron was overwhelmed by fear, stepping back unconsciously: "This must be a devil from hell."