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

Randall tried embarrassingly to explain that he did not intend to murder, and was about to speak when Bruce Wayne stood up from his seat.

Randall shrank back subconsciously: Oh no, I'm afraid I'm going to be beaten by Batman!

However, Bruce just stretched out his hand to cover his mouth. Although the redness on his face did not subside, he could barely squeeze out a smile, but his voice sounded hoarse than after he used the voice changer: "Sorry ... I'll excuse you first."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left the restaurant in a hurry. The speed was so fast that Randall couldn't help but recall the first time he met Ye Yi in Bludhaven, the other party turned his head like this. At that time I haven't realized it yet, but now I look at it, it turns out that this is their family's traditional skill.

Both Dick and Tim turned their heads to look at Randall, and the little mutant raised his hands innocently, retorting in a low voice: "I didn't mean it, really, I just saw that you have been busy for so long, to help you... refresh yourself? "

Dick didn't hold back, laughed, and patted his arm: "Don't worry, hahaha...he's fine, he just ate some chili, Bruce won't blame you."

"Oh," Randall responded in a low voice, glanced down at the red and green dishes on the table, and muttered, "I just miss Lula a little...she used to love these."

Dick and Tim, who was sitting across from each other, looked at each other, his smile restrained, and he said slowly: "It's almost there, Landa, if nothing happens, we can find out the final location tonight, as long as we make a plan, We can bring Lula back tomorrow."

When Bruce Wayne came back again, he had already cleaned himself up with a gentle face, and he didn't look like he had experienced the disaster just now, that is, the few plates of red that the spoon never went to Randall again. Drill in the red and green stir-fry.

Seeing that he didn't seem to have any bad sequelae, Randall heaved a sigh of relief after his voice returned to normal, but it was followed by a dull soreness that slowly passed from him The fingertips spread up.

He misses Lula so much, and wonders if his little girl is eating and sleeping well, and whether Hydra is starving her.It seems that the members of Wayne's family are more or less sweet, but they don't have Lula's unrestrained appetite for sweet and spicy.

Randall was sleepy, and he swallowed the antipyretics in the afternoon, so he slowly started to feel sleepy at this time. After dinner, Dikla went to the room and ordered him to have a good sleep again, as long as they locked the The location of the Hydra base will come and tell him.

He was next to the pillow, with the strange scent of dried flowers lingering in his nostrils, and he closed his eyes and fell asleep after a while, but the sleep was still very uncomfortable, and he could always hear many other voices whispering in his ear. It seems that too many past accident dreams were buried in this big house that was once burned down by a fire, and now they are finally drifting into his dreams.

Those emotions that could not be expressed in the past, the anger and grief pent up in the heart in the middle of the night, all the tears of regret, powerlessness, depression, tears that no one has ever seen, and reasons that no one understands, fall on the flesh The numerous scars and heavy psychological pressure...all of them stayed in his dream.

Randall frowned, he was always frowning recently, there were already a few faint marks between his brows, even his fingers were vigorously stirring the quilt, his knuckles were white, as if he had dreamed of such a bad thing .

Those should all be things from the past, he knew that he had never seen them with his own eyes, but compared to his imagination, this seemed unexpectedly real... more like someone else's memory.

Randall does not stay in it as a bystander, the "he" in the dream is him, he can't control his actions, everything he sees is seen from the perspective of others, just like in the past Every time he used his ability on the corpse.

He saw the photo frame on the bookcase in the room, which was a strange couple, and a string of round and delicate white pearl necklaces hung on the shelf next to him. Randall hadn't seen anything else clearly, but felt that his chest was oppressed, and there was someone else in his ear. Calling him, he hurriedly turned his head back.

For example, Alfred, who is younger today, looks at 'him' with a worried look. Randall can't hear the conversation between them clearly, and all the voices seem to be separated by a layer of fuzzy frosted glass.He saw the angry 'myself' in Alfred's eyes, those quarrels were intense and dense, pushed over like drums, making him upset.

Some fragments passed before his eyes, which were blurry, but could make people feel unforgettable pain.

The dark alleys, the gunshots that startled the birds, the broken and falling pearls, the overwhelming black bats... Randall gasped heavily in the dream, feeling as if his nasal cavity was covered by something , There was a pain in the throat, and the suffocation gradually spread.

The field of vision was getting darker and darker, and it was pitch black. Randall took two steps forward in a daze like a blind man. Then, a bright stage light projected from a distance, and Randall Err vaguely saw the colorful roof and the audience sitting around, and finally the beam of light stayed in front of Randall, illuminating the two tall figures.

In the next second, a rope swung from the other end. The two people in front of them looked at each other and smiled. The green gym suits were brightly illuminated. They squeezed the rope tightly and jumped off the high platform, flying along with the swing of the rope. to the other side.

The audience was cheering, screaming and applauding, and the noisy voices rushed over like waves, but Randall could only hear the beating of 'his own' heart and a slight crack in the air.

The rope broke in his eyes, and the two people who were dangling in the air just fell like that, like two birds with broken wings under the spotlight.

For a moment, Randall's heart was filled with intense bewilderment and panic, and the deep sea-like suffocation struck again.

"Landa."

The sudden clear sound in his ears was like a thunder, and Randall sat up suddenly from the bed, pressing his violently beating heart in surprise.

"Landa, did you have a nightmare?"

It took a few seconds for Randall's eyes to focus slowly. He broke free from a psychedelic environment and looked at Dick sitting by the bed. The black-haired young man had a haggard face, and he hadn't rested for two days and one night. However, there are some blue stubbles growing around his mouth, but his blue eyes are reflected in the warm night lights in the room, dyed with some mild colors.

"...The circus..." Randall murmured, as if he suddenly realized why he saw those things in his dream. Only then did he feel that the pendant on his chest was burning hot at the moment, as if Something scorching hot is about to spill out of it.

"What?" Dick didn't hear what he said, and moved closer slightly. He touched Randall's forehead. Perhaps because he woke up from a dream just now, Randall's forehead was covered with a thin layer. sweat, but the original heat has dropped.

Randall blinked, and said after a moment of silence: "It's nothing, it might just be a nightmare, and I don't remember anything when I wake up."

The pendant hung down again when he put down his hand, and the temperature became icy cold, as if the scorching heat just now was just Randall's illusion.

"That's right, we have already locked the position of Hydra," Dick smiled, "We are making plans, do you want to participate?"

Randall's eyes lit up when he heard Dick's words, and his pale sick face seemed to have been injected with new vitality, and he regained some of his spirit.

"I'll put on a coat."

Most mutants have very good physiques. Randall would not necessarily lie in bed for a week even with a broken calf since he was a child, let alone a normal fever. Being able to sleep for a day is already a great face.

He jumped out of the bed. Although his hands and feet were still sore and his strength was still gradually recovering, he was much more comfortable than before when he was listless. He picked up the windbreaker that had been washed by the housekeeper from the back of the chair. As soon as he put on his pajamas, he was about to follow Dick out.

"Don't worry, they are still arguing, eat something before going over." Dick picked up a glass of water and a pack of snack biscuits from Tim's room from the bedside, and handed them to Randall, "They will be arguing for a long time Woolen cloth."

Randall worked more and ate less at night. He glanced at the time and found that it was already past two o'clock in the morning, and his stomach was howling with hunger, "They? Tim and Bruce?"

They don't look like they're always fighting, do they?As far as Randall's brief contact with them these days, it can be seen that their family has a tacit understanding without saying much.

Dick waved his hand, "Teebbo doesn't fight with Bruce very much, it's another... well, a bit troublesome guy."

Randall was still wondering who the 'troublesome guy' might be all the way, but when he entered the Batcave, he was startled by the familiar rock song that danced underneath.

Tim is a young man, and he is very receptive to all kinds of songs. He will not be affected by such a loud song while working, but Bruce is different. He is used to silence and quietness. The more and more tearing roars, the wrinkles between the brows are so big that they can kill a mosquito.

"If you don't talk, turn off the sound for me." Bruce threatened in a low voice.

"I don't—" Although he couldn't see anyone, his voice was uploaded from the screen of the controller, the background music was slightly lowered by him, and the human voice became more obvious, "I just like listening to songs While working, did you ask me not to hang up the communication and not allow me to listen to music?"

The speaker was Tony Stark in New York, the famous Iron Man.

"You masked men are really troublesome," Tony was still complaining, "Wake up people in the middle of the night, want to cooperate but don't provide me with a comfortable overtime environment, and don't accept holographic projections, don't tell me I put your position in our Avengers, guys like you will be deducted by the boss."

"I'm here to help..." Randall said hesitantly, and Bruce nodded to him, but Tony's voice suddenly paused at this moment.

"Landa?" Tony asked, "beautiful kid, long time no see."

"Uh, long time no see?" Randall glanced at Dick. With a helpless smile on his face, his boyfriend opened his mouth and said 'identity confidential' silently.

"I can't see you, but I guess you must have lost some weight," Tony said. "There must be nothing nutritious in the old bat's lair."

"..." Don't talk about whether it is nutritious or not, you even have to do it yourself.

Tony didn't mind Randall's silence, and continued: "Why aren't you broadcasting live recently? I paid you back, and there is nothing to do in the eerie Batcave. When are you free to visit the Avengers Building? It's not that you are asked to change jobs - you have already rejected it last time - it's just a part-time job, the magazine under my company wants to ask you to shoot the cover, why don't you think about it?"

The three bats raised their heads vigilantly: Why did they pry up the corner of the wall face to face!

The author has something to say: Good night!

There are heavy rainstorms in many places, everyone must pay attention to safety!Especially the friends from Zhengzhou!

Stick with the bosses!

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Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: I have no money, and I will make an appointment for 10 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!