[Zhongyingmei] The dripping beast has become a fine

"Batman?" Lucilla recognized.

Batman was still covered in the heat of hell, he pushed open the glass door and walked in, the AI ​​of Stark Tower issued a few authentication sounds, agreeing to his right to walk freely in the non-prohibited areas of the building.

This human soul is tired enough.

Lucilia could see it.

You can also see the coldness on his surface, and the appearance that everything is fine in those disguises.

At this time...

It seems that it is better not to tear it apart.

The gargoyle pursed its lips cautiously, staring at the big bat.

Batman stared at him for a while, then turned his eyes around the hall, and finally fixed his eyes on the red barrel doll lying on the coffee table.

I don't know why Jason collapsed into a soft doll pancake, motionless, as if he was really the most ordinary doll.

Lucilla was puzzled.

And he also saw the screams on Red Barrel's head, just like what Xiaohong did before, Jason was using Lucilla's ability to read emotions and send him information with his thoughts.

don't want--!

The super loud kind of screaming.

Don't tell him—! ! !

Don't tell him what?

he?who?

The gargoyle was confused.

After thinking for a while, Lucilla realized that Jason didn't want Batman to know that the doll was him.

Ok.

The gargoyle chose to respect the ideas of human beings, and silently watched Batman grab the red barrel doll.Then, the other hand picked up Princess Nini.

Tony was also motionless, completely pretending to be dead.

Lucilia followed the reasoning, thinking that Nini probably didn't want to be known, so she also didn't say anything. When Batman handed Princess Nini over, he stretched out his hand to take it.

"Stark Industries' technology is getting worse and worse." Batman commented.

Lucilla obviously felt Princess Nini twitch in her hand, and when she looked down, she saw the huge vein on Nini's head, which almost hit Lucilla's face.

Knead, comfort and comfort, Shun Shun hairless.

But it didn't work, the veins were still so big.

Look at Jason again, there are many small beads of sweat on his head, dripping down like a loop.

Lucilla blinked her eyes, and realized that it wasn't real sweat, but Jason's mind was frantically not wanting it.

And Batman had already held Jason up in front of his eyes.

His gloves were a little burnt, and part of his mask was broken. He was in a bad mood and depressed, but he was very focused. He observed the red barrel doll seriously, and his thoughts turned so fast that it was so fast that it was difficult for Lucilia to read him clearly. Emotions.

"Jason." Batman called out suddenly.

"!!!" quickly appeared on the head of the red barrel doll, and it was a huge and bold version.

But the doll didn't move.

He hesitated and held back.

Jason pretended to be good, but it didn't make Batman relax his vigilance.

The big bat became even more suspicious. He looked at the red barrel doll over and over again, as if he didn't quite believe that he was wrong in his judgment.However, after thirty or so excruciating seconds passed, Batman suddenly sighed again.

"Lucilia."

"Yes, I'm Lucilia." The gargoyle responded.

Batman seemed to hear the subtle difference in tone, paused, and didn't comment, just asked: "Where's Jason?"

"Sleeping in the room." Lucilla suddenly remembered Jason's Rapunzel form, paused, and then added silently: "It's not suitable for being disturbed."

Batman eyed the gargoyle.

Even a small "?" slowly floated out of the red barrel doll's head.

Lucilia: ...

I accidentally forgot that everyone in the Bat family seems to have the ability to detect lies.

And Lucilia's lying skills are obviously neglected.

"The aura of hell on you is too strong." At the critical moment, Qiuqiu curled his tail and said, "Under the condition that the connection between the **** and the soul is unstable, the aura of hell will cause other adverse effects."

That's right.

It's just that Edie's curse is very solid, but it's like adding a layer of protection, so there is no need to worry.

Qiuqiu didn't lie, it just didn't make it very clear.

Batman was supposed to be staring at Ball, the human being who clearly had some kind of lie detection of his own, and he didn't believe Ball.

"Hum..."

The bat mumbled unconsciously.

"So you are taking care of Jason?" He looked at Lucilla.

"Yes, I have been taking care of him all the time."

"Red Robin said you were inseparable."

Lucilla recalled that for the convenience of monitoring and training, the two had been acting together during this period of time.

"That's right."

Batman just looked at him.

Meaningful.

Lucilia suddenly felt a little creepy, but no matter how he looked, Batman's mind was full of two tigers playing on a loop.

……

what's the situation?

The gargoyle was in a daze.

At this time, the voice of AI suddenly came to mind on the roof: "A temporary lounge that belongs to you is ready, please feel free to use it."

Batman didn't refuse, and followed the guidance.

Princess Nini breathed a sigh of relief, she quickly relaxed from her upright position, slumped on the table, and made a very small sound: "Fortunately, he didn't notice."

"What's the matter?" Lucilla rubbed him.

"Of course it matters, and it's very important, that knight barrel would support my idea, wouldn't it?"

Nini hummed, turned to look for it, and then stared blankly at the empty coffee table.

"Where's the doll with the red hood?"

Lucilia: ...

"Is that Batman just now..."

"Yes, he took the red barrel doll away." Qiuqiu concluded calmly.

"Then it has nothing to do with me."

Nini looked away calmly, and quickly called up the AI ​​monitor, only to find that the equipment in that room was disturbed by something.

"...Stingy." There is no one more stingy than Batman in this world.

Regarding what happened to the red barrel doll, Lucilia was also helpless, and turned to think about another problem.

"But where did he fall from?"

The Stark Tower is already the highest floor in New York. Lucilla looked out of the window, quite sure that she didn't hear the sound of an airplane when the automatic door opened for Batman just now.

Instead, there is a corner of the red cloak.

……

…………

Batman came to his room with the red barrel doll.

He opened the shielding device, put the red barrel doll on the table, and took off the arm blade on the arm, just pressing it on the doll. The bat hesitated for a moment, but decided to wash his face first.

Rag dolls can't stand tearing, but they are not afraid of being crushed. As long as they don't crush the fried cotton, it's not a big problem.

Listening to the sound of running water in the bathroom, Jason, who was left behind, began to doubt his life.

He didn't want to be here at all, listening to the sound of the old bat taking a bath.

One. Little. Don't. Think!

To run or not to run.

This is a fatal problem.

The bigger problem is that the bat doesn't give him room to struggle.

About 10 minutes?Or just 5 minutes?

Bruce Wayne came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a bathrobe and drying his hair.

Jason was surprised that Batman hadn't tried to hide his identity from that Tony Stark.

"Surprised, isn't it? But Tony already knew, there's no need to be armed all the time." Bruce poked the red barrel doll with his still wet fingertips.

Jason was about to suffocate, his whole body was tense, but fortunately there was only cotton inside the doll. Although this was very tricky, it saved him at this time - the cotton would not tense up with his nerves, so it was very easy to avoid the possibility of him being discovered.

"Surely he won't understand, will he?"

Bruce muttered again, and sat down to work on the wound.

Only then did Jason realize that this guy was just talking to a rag doll, as if it was just an ordinary "dirty talk jar".

"He certainly won't understand."

The "he" in this sentence should refer to Jason.

But why is "Tony" used in the last sentence instead of "Stark"?When did the relationship between these two dudes get so good?

Jason was secretly upset.

The next moment, Bruce grabbed him and held him back and forth.

Obviously, Bruce Wayne doesn't know how to play with rag dolls at all, and probably hasn't played with them at all, so he kneaded and rubbed him a few times at random, and then put him back together.

"You really look like him."

"If he's like you, he can be grabbed and listen to me quietly. Well... no, it's not Jason, is it?"

Bruce's voice was very low, as if he was simply muttering, without any meaning.

Say something and poke the red barrel doll.

Jason was so poked that he couldn't sit still, fell down, and lay on his back on the table.

He was expressionless, and even wanted to find Constantine to perform an exorcism on Batman.To be reasonable, just this thoughtful appearance is enough to make everyone suspect that Batman is possessed by something.

Before he could think clearly, Bruce's body suddenly tilted and slid onto the bed.

Jason, who didn't dare to move at all, waited for a long time, until he heard Bruce's faint sleep talk, then lifted the body of the red barrel doll and looked over.

Bruce had fallen asleep.His spirit was too exhausted to support him to toss any longer.

The effect of the fire of hell is constant, and what is worse is that it cannot be extinguished, but it can only be seen to burn slowly by itself, and it will not be extinguished until it has had enough.

"Jason."

Batman yelled under the abyss.

There are other names.

Those hideous scars hidden under the black tights, because of the existence of the lead layer protection, even Superman's perspective cannot be found.

Jason:  …

艹

He struggled for a while, but still jumped onto the bed.

The quilt on the bed is the kind of thin air-conditioning quilt, even with the strength of a red barrel doll, it can barely drag it. Jason spent a lot of effort, back and forth, slowly dragging the two ends of the quilt up, and the Covered only by Bruce Wayne, who was fast asleep.

It took a lot of patience and patience to resist not suffocating the man with a pillow - to a large extent, at least Jason himself emphasized that it was largely because the red bucket doll was not heavy enough to smother Batman to death.

Fvck.

After a long time, the tired and half-dead red bucket doll collapsed beside Bruce's pillow, not wanting to talk or move.

That's it.

He was tired.

Originally, rag dolls were not compatible with human souls, plus they couldn't eat, so they could only rely on a lot of sleep to restore their energy. At this time, the physical exertion was too much, and they were directly sleepy.

Then sleep.

Jason didn't bother to struggle, and fell asleep staring dazedly.

AI thoughtfully turned off the lights for them.

In the darkness, Bruce gently raised his hand to cover the red barrel doll.

He squeezed his fingers together, being careful not to cause any pressure.

"Good night, Jason."

said Batman.