[Comprehensive] Masked heroine

The thief wizard was obviously confused, he never expected that someone would put a plastic bag on his back, he subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to touch the thing on his head, but Nicole, who had been prepared for a long time, tied his hands with a rope. His wallet was also taken away.

He struggled to touch the wand at his waist again, but Nicole interrupted him with a rough voice: "If I were you, I wouldn't touch that ridiculous little stick, but would listen to the other party quietly. Why put you in a sack."

"It's not a sack, it's obviously a plastic bag." The thief wizard retorted subconsciously. Nicole didn't want to listen to this sentence. She patted the wizard on the back hard and slapped him staggeringly. .

She pulled out the wand from the opponent's pocket, and yelled in a rough voice: "Shut up! You should reflect on why you are being sacked now!"

The thief wizard felt that the kidnapper was simply unreasonable, but he was an otaku wizard who didn't exercise very much, and the magic wand he relied on for survival was taken away by the other party. He felt that he had no hope of leaving, so he had to stand there with his head down.

Nicole patted his head with the confiscated stick: "Speak!"

"Tell me what!" The wizard moved his hands, trying to cover his head, but just as he raised his hands, Nicole twitched his hands again: "Don't move! Put your hands down!"

The wizard put his hand down again, and looking almost pitiful, he said, "Don't hit me with my wand."

This wizard was a bit beyond Nicole's expectations. She thought the thief was a thick-skinned and dark-hearted villain, but now it seems that this is not the case at all.

She originally wanted to put this man in a sack and beat him up, but now she weighed the wallet in her hand and asked in a rough voice: "Hey, you are a good wizard, why do you want to steal money?"

The other party shrank his neck and said, "I don't have any money—my grades in Ilvermorny were not good, and I couldn't find a job when I came out. I have a father who likes to gamble. If I don't give him money, he will fight." I……"

He sniffed as he spoke, sounding like he was about to cry.

Nicole patted her palm lightly with her magic wand, and felt that this guy was a bit pitiful, and it was a bit embarrassing now. If he beat him, he seemed to be even more pitiful, but if she didn't beat him, she would be a little bit unwilling. After all, she is also very unlucky.

The thief wizard continued crying, "I, I don't want to either!"

Nicole heard the sound of dripping water in the plastic bag, obviously the man was really crying.

Nicole sighed. She originally wanted to ask this person if she felt guilty about the things that caused her trouble, but now she didn't know how to ask, so she could only look at him with a frown. The other party probably felt Nicole's softening attitude. , asked cautiously: "Can I go now?"

"This won't work." Nicole denied his words without hesitation, and suddenly thought of how to express her anger.

She took out her penis from her bag, laughed a few times, and slowly approached the wizard, saying, "If you do something wrong, you will be punished, that's what it should be."

The wizard stood trembling in the corner, Nicole put the dick around his waist, and stunned him at once - it seems that the wizard's body structure is no different from that of ordinary people.

Nicole looked at the wizard lying on the ground, first confirmed that he was indeed unconscious, then turned him upright in the middle of the alley, and poked two holes in the plastic bag at his nostrils with a magic wand to prevent him from suffocating. He took out another yellow post-it note from his schoolbag, wrote "I am a thief", and pasted it on the black plastic bag.

She posed the wizard in a ballet pose, thrust the little stick into his hand, and stepped back to take a photo as a souvenir.

A normal person would only be in a coma for an hour or two, compared to being beaten with a sack, this is simply a harmless joke.

Nicole returned to the restaurant with the wallet. A young man wearing round-frame glasses was standing in front of the cashier anxiously asking about the whereabouts of his wallet. A few locks of hair on his naturally curly head were raised, making Nicole bear I couldn't help but look a few more times.

She walked over and patted him on the shoulder. The man turned his head and saw his wallet at first sight.

"Your things have been dropped." Nicole handed the wallet over with a smile. The man quickly opened the wallet to look at it, and then breathed a sigh of relief visibly, pulling Nicole to invite her to dinner.

Nicole hurriedly waved her hand and refused: "No need! You are too polite! This...will do what is right for you! It's just a matter of little effort!"

"No, no, no! Thank you for this." Without saying a word, the man wanted to buy another lunch for Nicole. When he was rejected, he enthusiastically recommended the special dishes here to Nicole. It sounds like a set, and it sounds more familiar with the dishes here than the waiters here, and the waiters behind the counter were stunned.

After listening to several set meals, Nicole felt that they were all better than the one she ordered. Standing in front of the counter, she began to think about whether she should change to another set meal.

The waiter interrupted Nicole's idea at the right time, and put Nicole's order on the counter. The young man changed his tone quite winkingly: "This set meal is also super delicious, the chicken is grilled just right, It is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and there is still soup in the skin, but it is not very convenient to cut, but this way the aroma is better locked in."

Nicole was told by him that she was hungry, so she took a look in the lobby with a plate, and the man hurriedly said again: "I didn't finish my meal when I found out that my wallet was gone, would you like to sit at my table? Don't Don't reject me again."

There was indeed one place left on his table, and Nicole moved the things there.

The man sat down for 2 minutes and started talking: "My name is James Sirius Potter, you can call me James, what's your name?"

Nicole announced his name. James was already almost full, but he was not in a hurry. He poked a fork with a smile on his half-eaten steak, and chatted with Nicole nonchalantly: "You The pronunciation sounds very American!"

"Thank you, your pronunciation sounds very English." Nicole swallowed the chicken in her mouth, and said courteously, James' brown eyes lit up, and he said with some pride: "Oh, you can already hear that, I do come from London and study here."

"...Well." Nicole blinked her eyes and didn't know what to say, so she just ate another bite of chicken. James was quite eloquent and didn't need to respond. He talked from London to New York, and then to Washington by himself without any pause. for 10 minutes, and then to his wallet: "...I'm a big fan of those superheroes, and you know why I'm so-so thanking you?"

Nicole had to admit that his eloquence was enough to give a talk show on stage. She thought about it carefully and asked, "Because there are any superhero peripherals in it?"

James snapped his fingers, took out his wallet, and took out a few cards from the interlayer. On it was an oil painting version of Captain America, wearing the classic Stars and Stripes. The card also said "I want you to buy war bonds" Such words.

The owner of the card clearly cherishes it and the cards are in such good condition that they look like new.

James touched the corner of the card cherishingly, his voice was an octave lower: "So now you know that I thank you so much, it doesn't matter if you lose the money, I have collected these five cards for more than four years before I exchanged them with others. of."

Nicole thought she was a fan of Steve, but to James in front of her, she was ashamed.

James carefully put these cards back into his wallet, and after putting the wallet back into his pocket, his tone returned to normal. When he talked about these idols, his eyes lit up: "This is just a part, I still have another set." Captain's armor and shield, Iron Man's scale armor, Hulk 1:1 model, Thor's hammer and helmet, Hawkeye's bow and arrow model, Black Widow's motorcycle..."

Nicole looked at him and said nothing, and the fanboy actually laughed a little embarrassedly while talking: "Actually, I came to the Metropolis to study to get closer to Superman."

As he spoke, he pulled down the zipper on the jacket, revealing the undershirt with a huge S printed on it. Nicole didn't know what to say, but she felt that it would be impolite not to speak at this time, and deep down in her heart She admired such a fanboy, so she thought about it and exclaimed, "Wow!"

Then Nicole pushed the plate and stood up: "I'm done."

James had already finished eating, and he went out with Nicole, touched his hair that was a little curled up, and said with a little regret: "Oh, it's a pity that I didn't buy Spiderman's merchandise."

Nicole became energetic when she heard Peter's name, and an antenna in her head immediately stood up, and she said with a little interest: "Yes, I also like Spider-Man! He is super cute, and I also like his little friend Shieldman , and invincibly cute!"

"Huh? The Shield?" James frowned and thought about it carefully, then said a little uncertainly, "You remember correctly, right? There's no such thing? It's obviously Masked Superman."

"No, it's The Shield." Nicole retorted forcefully, and she made it up with reason, "I met her when I was in New York, she said she was the Shield, I think we fans should respect her opinion .”

"That's not true." James shook his head and said, "Although I'm a fan of hers, in all fairness, it's more appropriate for others to pick up the nickname, and I'm not sure what I said."

Nicole quickened her pace and refused to speak, James hurriedly followed, and said as she walked, "She's out of the area too, I bought it, it's a black uniform..."

He seemed to have thought of something interesting, with a happy smile on his face: "...It is said that it is to commemorate her first version of the uniform, and the material of that uniform feels like a plastic bag."

A godlike commemorative first edition uniform.

Nicole rolled her eyes inwardly, and then she suddenly thought of something.

One night at the end of last month, Coulson called her and asked her what material she thought was more meaningful to her. She was playing a game at the time, and she was so anxious to hang up the phone that she casually said, "Plastic bag", Coulson was still very surprised and confirmed with her again and again, but she groaned a few times and hung up the phone directly.

……No way.

Nicole was a little desperate. She looked at James. The latter misunderstood Nicole's meaning, opened his big black schoolbag, carefully took out a neatly folded black dress from it, and handed it to James. To Nicole: "Look, this is it."

Nicole could tell at a glance that this thing looked no different from her garbage bag, and it was also her first "battle suit". She sighed sadly, and suddenly felt that she was not called a "garbage bag" Xia" should already thank the fans for giving him a way out.

She returned the plastic bag of battle clothes to James, holding the shoulder straps of her schoolbag with both hands, and walked towards the school with heavy steps. James didn't quite understand why she was depressed. He picked up the bag and trotted two steps to catch up with Nicole's footsteps. Then walked forward side by side with her: "Hey, you are also from Metropolitan University? What a coincidence, so am I! I am a freshman in the Department of Physics, how about you?"

"Society Department." Nicole said casually, and James nodded and followed her without speaking.

James followed all the way to the first-year classroom of the Department of Sociology, and sat in the last row with Nicole. The chairs in the classroom couldn't fit his long hands and feet, so he stretched his legs under the seat in the front row.

He couldn't understand what the teacher above was talking about, so he simply pulled out a sketchbook from his school bag and started drawing, grinning at the sketchbook, which caught the attention of the teacher on the podium.

Not every university teacher is a liberal, but the teacher in this class is more strict, she called James up straight with a straight face: "Student, would you like to share with me what you are drawing? "

James bared his teeth in a smile, and said without blushing, "Of course."

He held up his draft book, on which was a dark human figure, which looked completely different, and he said brazenly, "I'm drawing Batman, isn't it pretty?"

Everyone laughed.

Nicole tilted her head and watched for a long time, and finally recognized the pointy ears on that person's head. The teacher was a little dumbfounded by him, and his anger subsided a lot, so he waved him to sit down.

After sitting down, James hummed twice, and said a little unhappy: "I really draw well, what's so funny."

James paused for 2 minutes, then turned his head and asked Nicole in a low voice: "Hey, if you are also interested in superheroes, would you like to visit Gotham? I want to visit Batman."

"Then you go, I won't go." Nicole moved to the side with her book, showing that she really didn't want to go with him.

At the dinner table that night, Clark also brought up this topic with her.

He got off work early today, and while thinking about things, he baked pizza and made pasta. As a young man in a small town, his craftsmanship is quite good.

At about six o'clock, he called Nicole down for dinner, and he sat across from Nicole, slowly eating the dinner he made.

Halfway through the meal, Clark seemed to have finally made a decision. He showed a hesitant expression, and looked at Nicole from his plate: "Nicole, do you want to go to Gotham?"

Nicole was holding the pasta in her mouth, and she didn't understand why he suddenly mentioned this. She was stunned for two seconds, and then stuffed the pasta into her mouth three or two times, dancing and trying to speak, but was choked.

She drank half a glass of lemonade, coughed for a long time, and finally calmed down. She held the fork tightly in her right hand, pressed it against the table, and looked at Clark with wide eyes: "Go! When?"

"It's this Friday, come back next Monday night, you have to pack your luggage tomorrow, we will be in the car at [-] o'clock on Friday afternoon." Clark has been hesitant since he learned that he was going to Gotham for an interview in the afternoon, but now that he has When he started talking, he simply explained the cause and effect clearly, "I received an interview task, and Gotham is going to hold a charity party. Many newspapers have been invited, and the Planet Daily, where I work, is one of them."

Clark originally planned to keep Nicole in the metropolis for a few days, but he was a little worried that something would happen to Nicole while he was away, and Coulson told him yesterday that he must not let Nicole leave With his sight, he considered for an afternoon and decided to take Nicole with him to Gotham.

Seeing Nicole's cheerful appearance now, Clark has another worry - will Nicole cause trouble in Gotham?

Clark frowned slightly, rolled the pasta with a fork, paused and made another decision: "Gotham's night is not so safe, you will follow me all the time, whether it is the reception ahead or the formal party interview , are allowed to bring female companions."

Nicole's eyes lit up when she heard about the unsafe night, and the request Clark said... Is there anything else we can't discuss over there?So she nodded obediently.

After two seconds, she showed a smile full of expectation: "Wow—is Superman's female companion!"

Clark had gotten to know her very well these past two days, and knew she had no other intentions, so he put the spaghetti on the fork to his mouth very calmly, looked at the plate, and said lightly: "Superman's female companion is a masked woman." Superman? That would be kind of fun."

This nickname is simply Nicole's weakness, she poked it right, she snorted, stretched out her hand to roll up the pizza in front of Clark, took a bite viciously, and mumbled in her mouth: "Is Superman amazing?! "

"I heard you." Clark slowly rolled the noodles with a fork while looking down, threatening Nicole lightly, "Or I don't have to take you to Gotham."

Nicole immediately changed her expression. She put the pizza in her hand on the plate, smiled cutely at Clark, blinked and said, "Superman is amazing!"

Clark shook his head slightly, showing his canine teeth with a smile, then raised his gaze, and said to Nicole, "I'm going to exercise after eating, you haven't moved a hundred times today."

Nicole snorted daringly, and ate the pizza in her hand in two or threes. Clark continued: "I will ask Coulson for leave for those few days of practice, but you still have to work hard these few days." finish homework."

"Got it—" Nicole rested her chin on one hand, stared at the pasta on her plate, fiddled with a fork twice, and said in a drawn-out voice, "Uncle Kent—"

Clark put down the fork, and the stainless steel fork made a crisp sound when it collided with the ceramic plate. Nicole shivered all over, and quickly stuffed the last fork of noodles into her mouth, then stood up from the chair: "Thank you for the dinner, I'm going up to finish my daily homework!"

She said and ran out the door.

Clark, almost helpless, shook his head, ate what was left, and put the dish in the dishwasher.

It didn't take long for Nicole's bouncing sound to be heard upstairs, obviously she was indeed exercising.

Clark sat on the sofa, not knowing what to do. The atmosphere of the metropolis was very good. He had rarely encountered any serious cases, and it was even more peaceful these days. He could hardly hear any calls for help.

He thought for a while, turned on the computer, and checked the customs and customs of Gotham City on Google.

After he had a general impression of Gotham City, he was just about to close the flip of the notebook when he suddenly remembered something, turned on the computer again, and checked the interesting attractions in Gotham City.

Reading is really fulfilling.

It was Wednesday when Clark and Nicole talked about it. Nicole had a class on Thursday, and her mind was filled with knowledge. It felt like it was Friday in the blink of an eye. After eating a hamburger, I went downstairs with the unpacked boxes when I got home.

The elevator in this building was finally repaired in the morning. Nicole still relied on walking when she went out in the morning, and she finally enjoyed the convenience of a modern society when she came back. When she appeared at the bottom of the building dragging her suitcase, Clark and another stranger The young man was already waiting at the door.

The young man was nearly half a head shorter than Clark, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and a suit. He looked quite gentlemanly. He walked over to take Nicole's suitcase in a natural way, and nodded to her. : "I'm Jack Torrey, just call me Jack."

"Be our driver this time." After Nicole finished the introduction, Clark added with a smile on the sidelines. Jack gave him an elbow without hesitation, and said without seriousness: "Hey, you said so, I'll drop you halfway."

Clark showed a smile, and Jack shrugged at Nicole: "Well, in fact, what Clark said is similar, I am the driver who specially sent you to Gotham, and I watched you walk into the designated hotel, and I will be back soon , Wayne Group will not pay for my board and lodging."

He looked at the time and quickened his pace: "Okay, let's hurry up, I have to come back before dark, you know Gotham City has a lot of urban ghost stories, I don't want to test its authenticity , Let me say yes, they only have a big bat, which is as safe as our Superman."

Nicole subconsciously glanced at Clark next to her. His expression was very natural. He didn't seem to react at all when he heard others praise him.

"New York is also very safe." Nicole followed behind and said that Jack had found his car, opened the trunk, and stuffed both Nicole and Clark's boxes in. Hearing her words, Jack glanced at her, He said casually, "Oh yeah, I forgot you're from New York—in fact, Iron Man is quite safe, and New York is pretty good."

His tone was a bit perfunctory, and when she heard that it wasn't sincere, she curled her lips.

Nicole curled her lips and sat in the back seat. Clark sat in the co-pilot. As soon as he entered, he filled the space of the co-pilot. Nicole felt uncomfortable watching it. Jack sat in the driver's seat and turned his head. Looking at Clark, he took off his glasses and laughed: "Hahaha, every time I see you in a car, I find it so funny."

Clark glanced back at him, then put on his seatbelt.

Jack turned on the radio in the car, twisted his body slightly according to the music, put the glasses into the glasses case that came with the driver's seat, took out a pair of sunglasses from it, put them on the bridge of his nose, and shouted He yelled ungentlemanly: "Go to Gotham!"

"Yoooooooo!" Nicole raised her hands in the backseat, and followed suit.

Clark, who was sitting in the co-pilot, propped his right elbow on the car door, shook his head helplessly, and looked out the car window.

The author has something to say: I originally wanted to merge it... I found that it needs to be broken _(:з"∠)_ so there is another chapter!Before tomorrow's update, everyone who leaves a message in the next chapter will have a red envelope!One by one =3=

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