[Zhongyingmei] The dripping beast has become a fine

Gotham has two good neighbors.

One is Metropolis, the territory of Superman, and the other is New York, the territory of the Avengers.

The former has the Daily Planet that praises the Justice League because it was bought by Wayne, and the latter has Stark Industries, Wayne's old business rival.

To say that business rivals are flattering these two childish ghosts is a bit flattering.

They don't compare financial reports or value. Every day, they compare whose building is taller, who makes more technology for their alliance, and then compares who has more girls around them, and who wastes more champagne at parties.

All in all, boring.

What's even more boring is that Wayne doesn't know where to go to play extreme sports recently, and there is no such person for the time being.

"Do you think he's dead or alive?"

"Insufficient data to analyze."

"..."

Today's smart butlers are as unlovable as ever.

Stark rolled his eyes, and decided to drive his new armor out for a high-altitude drop test or something.

The Mark N armor on the front foot had just gone to the sky, and someone knocked on the door of Stark Tower on the back foot.

"Knock down."

"Mr. Stark's delivery."

On the first floor of Stark Tower, the front desk accepts it.

"It's Mr. Stark's courier."

It has gone through layers of inspections, changed hands, passed on, and finally entered Stark's private territory - the super large living room on the top floor of the building.

The courier stayed quietly, waiting for night to come and the owner here to return from the clouds.

The steel armor shattered the floating clouds, rushed straight down from an unpredictable height, and pulled out a long tail of fire, like a meteor that flashed very quickly and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Mr. Tony AKA Iron Man Stark landed on the roof of the top floor. He walked forward naturally, and the smart butler unfolded various manipulators and tools to follow him all the way and dismantle the armor for him.

"So I have an unknown courier?" Stark spoke into the air.

His AI steward replied, "Yes, sir. The scans show it's perfectly safe."

Stark took the tablet touch-screen computer turned by the manipulator, swipe it twice, and threw the screen into the air like a mage casting a spell, letting it levitate and showing it to himself.

A scan report was laid out flat.

No bombs, no poisonous gas, nothing bad of any kind.

"So what is this?" Stark pointed to the scanned miniature figure in the center of the picture.

"Rag doll." The smart butler replied very standardly: "A kind of humanoid toy."

Dolls, whether they're rag dolls or silicone dolls or dolls made of whatever material, Stark doesn't have a penny to do with them.

So the question is, who sent this strange toy to him?

Who would give Stark a rag doll?

The manipulator unpacked the package, tore apart the bowknot and the carton, which were filled with cotton and paper strips as cushioning materials, and uncovered the upper layer, and a rag doll about the size of a palm lay in the middle.

It has crystal-clear caramel-colored amber beads for the eyeballs, dark eyeshadow, and dark brown curls.Dark green top hat, white lace, bow, black vest-like short-sleeved top, dark green skirt and coat.

……

What a hell of an aesthetic.

The doll is exquisite and to say it's an intimidation would be an insult to the princess doll.

However, if it is an admirer?

That's not like that either.

Stark began to think hard.

Rummaging in the cardboard box casually, a note was turned out by accident.It read: The princess has big eyes like Anthony Edward Stark.

It's kind of like that.

But so what?

Could this be a stalker with some kind of special interest?

Stark yawned after a busy day of testing. The high-intensity flight was very exhausting. He began to feel drowsy. He fell into the sofa involuntarily, slipped down, and fell into a deep sleep under the call of the smart butler, "sir?"

"Sir? Sir!"

The calling continues.

Stark thought it was noisy, so he couldn't help turning over, trying to plug his ears with something.

This time, he got into the cotton.

Stark was dumbfounded.

Something seems wrong?

With overwhelming sleepiness, he opened his eyes with great difficulty.

"what happened?"

He opened his mouth but was taken aback by his own voice.

Pinky, sound.

It was his own, a childish version of the voice.

The surroundings have also become strange, the ceiling is so high, there are cushions made of cotton and paper strips around me, and there is a very high wall.

The walls are high and high for him.

……

…………

Stark's shrewd mind froze.

To make matters worse, he saw himself, slowly sitting up, lifting his upper body with his ribcage as the apex, and popping his head into the correct position with a snap.

"Tony Stark" looked around slowly and slowly, trying to move his body.

Looking at his own body and stroking the dumb robotic arm beside him, he said in a goosebump-provoking tone: "Okay, you will be mine from now on."

Stark went online again with a shivering mind.

Before he could react, "Stark" came back to his senses and reached out to grab him.

"Tony Stark, little princess Tony, look how cute you are now."

"Stark" grabbed the doll and shook it, then took a slightly larger transparent cup, the mouth of the cup was turned upside down, and the Princess Stark doll was buckled inside, trapped on the table.

"My name is Edie." The guy who occupied Stark's body lay on the edge of the table, staring at the doll like an idiot, with a smile, he introduced himself, "From hell."

Stark: ...

What?

"Did you go the wrong way? Gotham is next door." Isn't the magic copy a reserved item of Gotham?

"Pfft."

Edie suddenly laughed. At first, she kept her head down and tried to hold back, but soon it turned into a maniacal laugh. With her head raised backwards, she fell over on the sofa, her chest heaved violently from the laughter, and she was almost out of breath.

"That dragon has run away, I'm here to find you this time, little Tony~"

He twitched, took a breath, jumped up again, stretched out his hand to press the bottom of the cup and began to shake, shaking Tony in the cup rolled over, and the hem of his skirt was squeezed by the edge of the cup several times.

"Besides, that Batman has gone to hell. If the princess stays alone in the world, won't she be lonely?"

"..." Who the fuck is the princess!

Moreover, even if she is a princess, why should she go to hell with Batman? !

and many more.

What happened to Batman? ? ?

Now the Avengers and the Justice League have been cooperating for many years, and they have communicated with each other for a long time. As Iron Man, Tony naturally knows who the opposite Batman is. He even has a special sports car that can transform into a Batmobile in his garage. .

So, about equal to it.

That Bruce Wayne went to hell.

Ok……

Tony Stark suddenly fell into thought.

Should I be in a hurry first?

Or pop a bottle of champagne to celebrate?

Kind of hard to choose.

Edie, already laughing and leaving, went to the window and looked out over New York.

It looked as if he felt he had won and had nothing to worry about.

Princess Tony was silent for a moment. Seeing that the guy really didn't care about him, she began to push hard secretly, kicking her legs on the table, squeezing the edge of the cup, trying to move to the other side of the table.

Soft dolls are not suitable for physical work, and they can barely move a little bit with four or five pushes.

Little by little, he came to the other side of the table, where he often sat, hidden within reach.

The doll jumped up vigorously, then fell down.

With his current size, he couldn't make complicated gestures, so he simply used his whole body, twisted hard, quickly rubbed against the invisible panel, and drew simple gesture graphics with his body.

"Beep." There was an extremely small sound.

The blocking procedure starts.

Tony glanced at the camera and sighed: "As expected of dad's cub, dad loves you."

AI calmly ignored him.

The Stark Tower began to run silently, employees were told to take vacations, all mechs, arsenals, and laboratories were forcibly blocked, the elevator fell to the bottom floor and locked, and the top floor was isolated and sealed.

……

…………

When Tim received the contact, he was eating and drinking in the Red Bat Cave.

He was bumped into by Lucilia on the way out of school, and his secret identity was formally GG, so he simply broke the can, and after dealing with his classmates, he grabbed his bag and came directly to Jason to do his homework.

"You actually have to do your homework."

In this regard, Lucilia felt unbelievable.

She took a sneak peek, and she knew those numbers separately, but when they were put together, they became some kind of unknown bible, and it had a magical curse effect. After two more glances, she started to feel dizzy, so she quickly ate some sweets Go for it.

"School is fun, come?" Tim tried to seduce her.

Lucilia firmly refused.

The comm rang, from a special channel, and Tim connected it: "Red Robin."

The voice on the other side was very low, and she paid close attention to it. Lucilia couldn't hear it even though she strained her ears. She could only watch the various status changes on Tim's head. It started with a question mark, then an exclamation point, and quickly turned into an ellipsis.

And balls of yarn.

In the end, a large tangled ball of wool was successfully transformed into the background, with a series of ellipsis jumping on it, with two or three small question marks occasionally interspersed in the middle.

very messy.

It well reflects Tim's tangled and speechless mood.

Jason came out with Sam's new helmet, tried it on for Sam, and taught the guy how to use it, including how to open the map, call and actively use the inside line, etc.

"Mission." Tim hung up the communication and sighed.

Can't you let me finish this homework?The little red bird said that it was difficult for her.

Seeing his expression, Jason immediately understood that it was probably the bat that threw it over again.

That old guy had better die in hell, or wait for him to come back, see if I don't beat him to death!

Jaybird gritted his teeth silently.

"Location?"

Grinding teeth is grinding teeth, what should be asked is still asked.

"Stark Tower."

Tim opened the projection panel and threw it among the crowd.

"In an emergency blockade, no one can open it. No one knows what happened. Someone recommended the gargoyle team to Fury, saying that it's best to let you handle it."

Jason: "..." What the hell is the name of the gargoyle team.

"They also have blood from hell?" He thought for a while, but he couldn't find the right person.

Tim shrugged.

"There are people who can't die no matter what, and they can make do with it."

Jason: ...OK.