[Comprehensive British and American] Will the golden boy fall in love with the women's clothing

The two guys with heads to heads and foreheads to foreheads froze when they heard the words, and after looking at each other, they slowly let go of each other's hands. Obviously, these two people have seen those who were killed by Lan with their own eyes. How miserable would the person hit by Del's mutant ability be, so he made a temporary truce with understanding.

But judging from the emotions Randall felt about the two of them floating in the air, it seems that they may pinch again at any time.

"Nightwing." Batman's low voice suddenly sounded, which made people startled, like a drop of cold water flowing down the back of his neck. His voice was processed by the communicator to become more mechanical and indifferent, calling Randall I can't help thinking of his true face under the black armor, but I can't connect the dazzling Brucey baby with Batman.

Batman continued, "Going according to plan."

"I see."

Dick calmed down immediately after hearing him speak, although the blue eyes under the mask still gouged out the red hood viciously, "Don't think that you are safe if you know Landa, if it disturbs our plan, even You clean up together."

Jason leaned against the railing, looked up at Yeyi lazily, tightened the gun in his hand, and sneered after a few seconds: "Okay, I wish I could."

Dick rolled his eyes wide and slipped out the door, ready to carry out their pre-arranged plan.

The scope of emotional perception became smaller and smaller, almost only staying on this layer, and the emotions he could receive became more delicate and clear. Randall glanced at Jason, wearing a red head The guy in the hood lowered his head again, slowly rubbing the silver pistol with his black leather combat gloves.

Randall sighed and thought: Why bother, didn't you enjoy seeing them for a while too?

"Night Wing," Randall said after his perception became more accurate, he could be said to be a human-shaped radar, able to accurately identify the specific location of others, "There are not only two people on it, but a total of four people."

Dick leaned against the wall and paused, "Why?"

The height of the 22nd floor is occasionally swept by the searchlights of the helicopter outside. There are mutants outside the window preventing the plane from approaching. The flickering lights of the police cars below are connected together. conspicuous.

As soon as they finished speaking, the surrounding was so quiet that only the sound of breathing from the communicator remained.

In the picture sent by thermal imaging, there are indeed only two people, the clown and the scarecrow. After all, this is the best viewing platform. After the poisonous gas spreads, look down from here, and everything will be captured. The fundus of the eyes - this is the special seat prepared by the clown for himself.

Randall said confidently: "There are four people on it, and two of them should be mutants. Their emotions are too calm. I almost ignored the past just now... But my feeling is not wrong, there are people on it. four people."

"You come to report the location." Batman said in a deep voice, "Red Robin, you come to cooperate with Nightwing."

Alright alright.Randall muttered, closed his eyes and felt it carefully, thinking how he became a logistics here in Gotham, obviously he was always at the forefront when he was in the X-Men.

"Nightwing, there's a mutant standing above your eleven o'clock direction, Red Robin—be careful, your position can easily be spotted by a scarecrow."

A breeze blew past Randall. He opened one eye and saw that Jason had walked out of the door of the safety staircase. "Jay—what are you doing?"

Jason looked back at him. Obviously Randall couldn't understand what he was thinking through the hood, so he had no choice but to tell him, "...Don't mess around, just follow Yeyi."

Jason raised his gun to show he understood.

Dick, who was trying to throw the claw gun, almost lost his grip on the thing in his hand, and asked in a broken voice, "Why did he follow here!"

"I can't stop him," Randall said.

"You can make him cry," suggested Dick mercilessly. "You used to do that all the time."

"..." Randall sighed deeply, and the number of times he sighed recently is comparable to the number in the previous year, "Then I bet you will regret it in the future."

Referring to Dick's sad mood the last time he mentioned Jason to him, Randall wouldn't be surprised that he might be the one to cry when Dick finds out the truth - his boyfriend is sensual and tender , often showing a sense of childishness that does not match his age, and he is always willing to share all his enthusiasm with all the people he loves without reservation.

"Now the timing is right, the clowns are walking to the window," Randall counted the time, and there were still 2 minutes left before the gas bombs began to spread, "Red Robin, one of the mutants is on your left, walking away from you." Less than ten meters."

"Five seconds." Batman said coldly, and Randall immediately understood what he meant, just as the searchlight of a helicopter in the distance was about to shine here.

"Nightwing—" Randall squinted his eyes and looked at the glass window, counting the seconds in his heart: "Now, do it!"

A glaring white light came in from the glass window, elongating the figures of the clown and the scarecrow on the ground. The double sticks swung by Dick were almost confused with the noise of the helicopter propellers, and it was difficult to distinguish them.He knocked out the mutant hiding in the corner with a stick, and the mutant let out a cry of pain. The mutant in the other direction of this mutant was about to rush over to help, and Tim, who was holding his breath, sneaked quietly behind him. When he came over, the long stick strangled his neck, and with force on his arm, he pinched the backward mutant and passed out.

Batman turned up from below, and the scarecrow closest to him was kicked to the ground by him, but when he was about to deal with the clown, he found a man wearing a red hood who did not know when to follow him quietly. When he got up, the clown was savagely pushed to the ground by him, with the muzzle of the pistol pointing directly at the clown's forehead.

Batman's pupils shrank suddenly, "What are you going to do?"

Jason whispered, his tone seemed to be gnashing his teeth: "Can't you see? I'm going to kill him and do what you should have done a few years ago!"

As soon as Randall left the stairs, he was about to go up. Hearing Jason's voice, his heart skipped a beat. He thought that Jason's psychosis was about to start again.

The clown was pressed to the ground with a gun held up by a stranger, but he didn't show any panic. Instead, he laughed loudly, as if something really made him laugh.

"Little bat, you are still here, I knew you would come."

When the clown said this, the thick malice wrapped in it almost made Randall's stomach start to cramp, and the nauseating nausea rolled in it.

"Ha, you really love him, and you only pay attention to him at this time."

The muzzle of Jason's gun pressed against the clown's forehead even more forcefully, as if he wanted to leave a brand of a sinner on the painted skin, as if it could penetrate the body and reach the depths of the soul.

"Of course he's the most unusual one," said the Joker, rising in a sticky tone, nonchalantly, "There are so--a lot of people who want to kill me, but he's the only one who will never kill me. "

Tim had already kicked off the main cover of the central processing unit and connected the transmitter to it. The oracle said briefly: "I'm starting to deal with it. The time is a bit tight, and I may not be able to catch up—"

Randall was worried that Jason and Batman would quarrel and was about to go over, but he was caught by Dick next to him. Mr. Vigilante frowned, and he could see the entanglement underneath even with the domino blindfold, "Landa, you look."

He pointed to the man lying at his feet, who had already passed out. In the dimness, Randall just felt that his face seemed a little familiar, and then Randall's attention was caught by the back of his hand that was spread out Attracted, there is a detailed moon pattern tattoo on the back of the pale and even sickly hand, the edges of the tattoo may have become blurred due to the passage of time, but that is the same as when Randall gave it to Dick in the afternoon Look at the picture of the moon exactly the same.

Take a closer look at the man's appearance, isn't it the Sidra Winn that Randall is looking for?

Randall squatted down and whispered to Dick: "Tie him up first, and then deal with him after finishing the clown."

Sidra's body temperature was very low, and when his fingers touched his skin, it was like touching a dead person. Randall realized that he and another mutant might have been transformed by the ability of some kind of temperature-changing animal, so Thermal imaging doesn't capture them.

Probably because he had suffered a lot from the scarecrow before. After subduing the scarecrow, Batman controlled him, covered his mouth and tied a rope, so that he could hardly do small movements—after the scarecrow’s research on the fear gas, every time They all have different changes, and the antidote they developed can't be used often, so just in case, don't let him move around.

The clown was pulled up from the ground by Jason, the muzzle of the gun is now moved to the temple, and the lunatic in the purple suit stood in front of Batman with his hands raised, obviously surrendering, but his eyes were full of smiles, " Hurry up and do it."

He fixed his eyes on Batman, "Only 40 seconds left, tick, tick, tick... Do you want to watch me get killed, or watch those people become crazy-but there are also two things. Could happen at the same time, right?"

"Shut your mouth." Jason said, "You brats over there, your technology shouldn't be so powerful that you can't even stop a bomb, right?"

Tim and Barbara cracked it together, but to prevent the spread of gas bombs, you need to enter a password, but the 16-digit random combination password cracking time is absolutely impossible to solve within 40 seconds.

Tim said, "Ask him for the password."

The clown glanced around and chuckled: "I forgot, I pressed it blindly just now."

"Bat, how many people do you think will die in a while?" The clown's side face was pale by the light outside the window, and he slowly made a grim smile, "I bet half of it—because the survival rate of this medicine is only 50.00%."

"Zero percent." Batman didn't look at him, but stared at Jason behind him, thinking about how to knock him down.

The clown laughed and coughed, "Hahahaha, cough, cough, I didn't want to pass this proposal at first, after all, the waste over there is a fool who only wants to cry for his mother... But now, I think this proposal is still acceptable." It’s not bad, and it’s not in vain for them to find so many children for experiments.”

"……madman!"

Jason grabbed the clown's throat harder, and the anger burning in his chest became more intense. The clown's words seemed to add fuel to the fire, causing his brain to rumble and be engulfed in flames.

"Jason, don't—"

Randall saw Jason's finger about to pull the trigger, and a white cross fell out of the cuff button of his wrist as he moved, shaking in mid-air.

The sparks slammed backwards with the clown, and flew past his forehead. The bullet flew over and shattered the floor-to-ceiling window glass on the side beside him. The wind outside suddenly became very clear.

Randall keenly heard the sound of fighter jets piercing the air from the sky, and at the same time there was the warning sound of the gas bombs in the last few seconds.

Tim's fingers trembled, "It's too late, B, it's going to explode!"

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