i spent the summer in gotham

446.

It was eight or nine o'clock in the evening after we cleaned up the battle scene, and in another hour, the ghosts and ghosts of Gotham would come out to roam around, and the time for bats to glide around the city.

Before leaving, I had a little meeting with Barbara, Stephanie, and Cassandra in the second-floor game room, away from the boys.

"The second round of solitaire is about to start," Stephanie said. "I've given up on you, so we should switch the order of solitaire."

Young Man Kashan is the first one, and Batman singles out Kryptonians to let her play freely.

I'm the second best, responsible for transforming the hot-blooded shounen manga into the heart-pounding girl manga.

Barbara is the third best, and the plot is stuck in the part where the two people are emotionally arguing and hating Haiqingtian.

In the end, Stephanie came on stage and went straight to Qiu Mingshan when the relationship was in its own right.

perfect.

"By the way," Stephanie told me specifically, "Although it's the Super Bat Triangle, Superman can't get in the car."

Cassandra added, "Superman has a wife."

Is this kind of super British secret that I can know? !

My eyes widened, "Superman got married???"

The rest of the people also stared wide-eyed, "Don't you know Superman's true identity???"

How do I know that I'm just an ordinary poor ghost-oh, not a poor ghost now.

I'm just an ordinary rich man!

They looked at each other, and Stephanie patted me on the shoulder, "You'll know when the time is right."

...bad premonition.

447.

"By the way," I recalled the horror of Batman's red hood signing at Comic-Con, "Batman knows who Mrs. Querrel Jeunet really is."

Everyone was surprised, "It's normal," Barbara said, "With his desire to control, it's not normal not to know."

Stephanie said calmly, "Don't worry, he has benefited more than you think. Some of the samples in the monthly psychological report must come from the same people we wrote."

Why do you still have such things as psychological reports every month? It sounds very bad!

Stephanie calmly said, "Anyway, he can't really come to the door. What do you ask him to say, 'In last night's update, Batman chased his wife and cremated him again. Do you have any objections to Batman?'"

... makes sense.

You are still thoughtful.

448.

Wayne House is a magical mansion that quietly swallows people after ten o'clock at night and returns them after three o'clock in the morning.

I know Alfred won't leave the manor at night, but he won't go to bed until everyone returns.He averages less sleep than I do, just a few hours a day.

I hesitated for a few seconds, and quietly took out other people's hair I had collected in advance, and made a few simple life cards.This way I can sense when they are in danger.

This kind of simple life card can't be kept for long, and it can only take effect for about a day or two.

The real fate card can only be made by a professional instrument repairer. The refining process lasts for a month, and the final completion requires a drop of fingertip blood from a bound person to drop on the life card.

The monks in Shushan each have a life tablet, which is enshrined in Fushou Pavilion.The name Fushou Pavilion, which is not at all fairy-like, was given by our suzerain.Its original name was Youlan Hall a long time ago, but it was changed to Fushou Pavilion a few years ago.

Because the life card has its own positioning function, and it also functions as a communication symbol at critical times, so we call it a little genius children's phone watch.

Every year when school starts, the suzerain has to confirm in Fushou Pavilion whether everyone's life cards are intact, and then confirm the exact location of the sect's disciples.

The former is for the safety of the cultivators, and the latter is to prevent evil cultivators from using their own puppets to replace themselves in school.

Yes, it's my damn brother.

He didn't do this kind of thing himself, but he sold many puppets under this name.In the end, those poor buyers were escorted back by the suzerain one by one with the sword on the back collar.

When the buyers who were beaten up by the peak master and cried for their fathers and mothers were eager to seek revenge from him, they found that the senior brother had already accepted a cross-border mission and escaped out of the country.

Evil sect, the number one evil sect in the whole sect.From then on, the senior brother has a resounding nickname called "Zhao Quide".

449.

Just me, Joe Jr., and Connor at home.

Before Damian left, he and Xiao Qiao had an argument for some unknown reason.Xiao Qiao was curled up on the sofa sullenly, like a wronged toast puppy.

Connor had just returned from a phone call outside, and when he saw me, there was a hint of embarrassment on his face.

The black T boy looked so embarrassed that his toes were on the ground, "Sorry, I misunderstood you before."

?

What are you misunderstanding?

He scratched his head, "I thought you were my father's child just like me."

My pupils trembled, and I suddenly remembered what Connor said to me at the movie night.

Good guy, I thought you wanted to be my father's cub, but I didn't expect you to kidnap me to be your father's cub!

Give up, Connor, there's no way I'm going to leave my sweetheart pig daddy until the money in the trust fund is in my hands!

Xiao Qiao, who was hugging the teddy bear on the sofa, showed a shocked expression, "What, my sister is my father's child?!"

Connor hurriedly explained, "It's not your father, it's my father."

"Wait," I asked with question marks all over my head, "Aren't you brothers, isn't Mr. Kent your father?"

Connor tried to sort out the relationship with me, "Mr. Kent is indeed my father, but my father is not Joe's father."

"Oh, I see." I understand.

Little Joe is not Mr. Kent's own child, but adopted.

"You must have misunderstood something." Connor had a complicated expression.

450.

After a few minutes of talking chicken and duck, I finally made sense of the complex family relationships of the Kents.

Little Joe is the biological child of Mr. Kent and Louise.

Connor is the child of Mr. Kent and another man.

Mr Kent wasn't cheating, but he was having a child with a man.

Before I figure out the entanglement, I just want to sigh, Connor's other father is too strong, boy, how did he do it?

He actually gave birth to Connor in ten months of pregnancy. This is a great leap forward in technology!

"...no pregnancy," Connor said, "and no October."

Oh.

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451.

We didn't notice that Xiao Qiao was trembling all over.

He was so shocked that he almost lost his voice. He pulled his tongue for a long time before asking, "Yes, is that Lex Luthor?"

As soon as these words came out, Connor's stiff figure had already verified Xiao Qiao's guess.

The poor child was petrified in the wind.

I too petrified.

Luther has a baby? ? ?

Luthor made a child for himself and Mr. Kent Nuwa? ? ?

Are you not the most sincere fan of Superman? ?

Why didn't Connor go bald like you! ! !

452.

……

Will the Lex Group openly sell the magic hairspray?

I'll pre-order a box for my uncle first.

453.

While the three of us were discussing the strange relationship between Luthor and Mr. Kent and whether the magic hairspray would be sold publicly, I sensed that the connection of the fate card was affected. Tan East District.

Xiao Qiao stood up abruptly, "I'm going to the bathroom."

I also stood up, "I'm going to the bedroom."

The two of us ran all the way and headed into our respective rooms.I dug out Duer from the closet, stepped on it, and opened the window.

A few seconds later, the howling wind blew past my ears.I fly over the city, all kinds of neon lights passing by under my feet.

I saw that Robin was falling freely in the air. There seemed to be something wrong with the hook gun in his hand, and the claw could not be ejected.

I stepped on Duer and rushed over, grabbed Robin by the hood like a kitten by the scruff, and lifted him up to the roof.

Robin landed on both feet, "Don't pull my cloak," he complained, "I can land safely by myself, I'm optimistic about the landing point."

I kind of understand why Ah Fu became bald at a young age, and I would lose my hair too.

At this moment, I saw the light of the knife flash from the corner of my eye, and more people attacked here.

I am abroad, and according to the "Regulations on Monks Going Abroad", I cannot draw my sword.

But it doesn't matter, my body is also a part of the sword, I am a sword repairer.

The bright silver blade chopped on my arm, cutting a half-circle gap in my hand.

I kept raising my hand to protect Robin, and looked up at him from under my arm, "It's not my fault," I argued, "It's because your knife is of poor quality."

454.

It was another knife attack, and I didn't mean to dodge it.

My original intention was that he couldn't cut me down anyway, so it's better to let him cut me down, and then I'll knock the assassin out.

But out of nowhere came another red cloak, and with a clang, the knife slashed on the little boy's slender arm.Red lasers shot from his eyes, piercing the assassin's calf.In the blink of an eye, the assassins were all stunned by him, and they were tied up into a big pile with ropes that he found out from nowhere.

"Robin," he turned his head eagerly, "are you okay..."

I kept the mother chicken posture and looked at him in blank dismay.The little boy was wearing a uniform similar to Superman, with ripped jeans and sneakers on his lower body, trendy and cute.

"Who are you?/Who are you?"

Robin came out from under my arm, and he seemed like he was going to say something like you shouldn't be here, but he was watching me and the boy in the ripped jeans staring at me on the rooftop.

He endured it, endured it again, and couldn't bear it.

"Didn't you find anything wrong?"

455.

When he said that, I realized it was wrong.

I also made life cards for Connor and Xiao Qiao.

Now, Xiao Qiao's life card shows that his position is very close to me.

Probably only one or two steps away.

Oh, Robin is Xiao Qiao?

456.

Stop it, I know it's impossible.

Let me fool myself for a little while, woo hoo.

457.

When I came out, I was in a hurry and didn't block my face.

Me and the boy in the ripped jeans looked at each other awkwardly.

The little boy's blue eyes turned into messy balls of wool, his brow was sweating like crazy, and he looked so desperate to make excuses that I was worried for him.

Robin was expressionless and had no intention of helping him at all.

The little boy thought for a long time, and said, "It's not my fault, it's because their knives are of poor quality!"

I glanced at the knife that fell on the ground, and there was a semicircular notch on the knife.

"You're right," I thought deeply, "It's the quality of the knife that's too bad!"

Reject fake and shoddy products!

Robin looked like he was going to kick the two of us off the roof in the next second.

Never mind, we can both fly anyway.