[Zhongyingmei] The dripping beast has become a fine

It's three in the morning after midnight.

Lucilia returned to Lucilia's appearance, took a shower, and changed into the nightgown that Natasha helped her choose. It was made of dark blue silk with dark patterns like falling stars on the Milky Way.

A bit old-fashioned, but very suitable for Lucilia.

The gargoyle originally had an aura that had been precipitated by time, but now it was entrusted to it to show it vividly.

She stepped out of the automatic glass doors of Stark Tower.

It was as if the gate of an ancient castle thousands of years ago had finally been pushed open. The princess walked out stepping on the knight's blood lightly, and the ball like a guardian beast squatted on her shoulders, like a fluffy noble decoration.

Suspended, Superman staring at the Stark Tower lowered his head, watching the gargoyle.

The clairvoyance of the physical form cannot penetrate the truth of the soul.

He just saw a human being.

"I'm Superman." He landed, hovered on the edge of the rooftop, and introduced himself.

Lucilia raised her head, ready to respond to the other party, but suddenly froze, and almost took a step back.

The superhuman mind is like a newborn sun.

Not to say how great it is, but pure brilliance in another sense.

Or, maybe it's just plain too glaring?

"Hello, Mr. Superman." Lucilia also introduced herself: "I am 'gargoyle'. Or, you can also call me Lucilia."

This is the advantage of not having an ordinary identity, and the name can be said to others casually.

Unlike Ye Yi and the others, who changed their identities and names, if each name counted as a card, the Batman alone could make up a deck.

"Good evening, Lucilia. Has the man just left?"

He should have said "Lucilia".

Lucilia: "...that's me."

Superman froze for a moment, showing a "stop joking" expression.

He is very sure and very sure that the two are definitely not the same person.

Although, if the soft or firm facial features brought by gender are removed, the two people are indeed almost identical twins, but at the same time, they are absolutely impossible to be a person.

At least they are a man and a woman.

"..." It's hard to explain.

Lucilia has a headache.

But Qiuqiu suddenly stopped doing it, the fluff exploded slightly, and warned in a low voice: "Don't see others casually, you alien."

Superman just smiled apologetically: "Sorry."

"Waiting for you to go to hell." Qiuqiu gritted his teeth and muttered in a low voice, as if trying hard to curse the other party.

alien?

Go to hell?

Lucilia tilted her head and wondered whether aliens would go to hell. After all, that sounds like the patent of earthlings, doesn't it?

As for Superman?

He should belong to the sky.

Even while chatting like this, Superman bobs up and down slightly, blending with the air and the wind, his red cloak of Kryptonian material rustling with the wind high above New York.

And those little red boots.

On gossip forums, at least 90% of netizens believe that there is some ulterior relationship between Superman and Batman, so when searching for Batman, you can always find more or less content about Superman.

For this "son of the sun", Lucilia also has some basic understanding.

Suddenly, she suddenly remembered a comment she had seen before.

Although we all know that Superman's righteousness is awe-inspiring and cannot be played with, but every time I see that equipment, I still can't help but complain—good!Sao!ah!

Really, sort of...

In particular, the pair of little red boots wrapped Superman's calf, which perfectly highlighted the muscle curve, which was very beautiful, not to mention the red cape and tights.

If this is really Superman's own aesthetic, in fact, indeed, quite coquettish.

After scanning two or three times, the gargoyle looked away.

No Jason smells good.

Superman's soul has a smell from the sun, like the quilt that has been dried in the afternoon. Lucilia sniffed it and felt that she wanted to sleep.

At the same time, it is very obvious that this taste is definitely not on Lucilia's recipe.

There is also that very distinct "!", the two of them have chatted for a while, which represents the vigilant "!" is still poked on the top of Superman's head, and it never disappears, it is very firm and stable.

Obviously, he didn't provoke him, and in terms of combat effectiveness, Superman beat Lucilia completely.

So, what is this alarming about?

The gargoyle was helpless, and asked tentatively, "Aren't you, don't you like magical creatures?"

"!!!" The exclamation mark instantly changed to three.

really.

It is really very difficult to have a good relationship with human beings.Lucilia thought depressingly: I didn't expect this alien to be so difficult to deal with.

Life is really not easy.

"You didn't leave, are you waiting for Batman?" Lucilia decided to change the subject.

"I'm not waiting for him." Superman smiled.

Of course, the Stark Tower has lead, but the defense system has not fallen. A large number of glass structures are placed here, and it is impossible to completely isolate Superman's ears and eyes.

At this moment, he could hear Batman's breathing gradually becoming smoother, and he knew that Batman had fallen asleep.

It's pretty amazing that this Batman actually went to sleep when there was still work to do outside.Superman breathed a sigh of relief:

"There must be some sort of magic in Stark Tower tonight. Anyway, I've done my job."

Originally, Superman's task tonight was to stare at the bat and force the guy to rest obediently, but now he has successfully completed it inexplicably, which is really rare good news tonight.

magic?

Lucilia thought of the red barrel doll, and narrowed her eyes happily.

"It can be regarded as some kind of magic."

Superman approves of this.

Suddenly, he seemed to hear something, turned his head slightly, and said goodbye to Lucilia.

"We'll have to talk next time. Goodbye, gargoyle."

After a simple farewell, Superman soared into the sky at a speed invisible to the naked eye. Even with Lucilia's visual ability, he could only capture an afterimage of red and blue intertwined.

"According to the data of human psychology, from some perspectives, red and blue are contradictory. So is he hot and bright, or calm and cold?"

Lucilia was talking to herself: "Or can't you trust all the information found on the Internet?"

How did Qiuqiu know, it doesn't like surfing the Internet, it just curls its tail and coaxes her in a low voice.

"Go to sleep, Lucilia."

The breath of hell in the night wind has faded and disappeared, and there will be no other things tonight, so the gargoyle responded.

However, she only slept for three hours.

three hours later.

The red barrel doll twitched slightly.

He vaguely remembered that Lucilia said that they would be able to recover in three days, but the gargoyle was not very familiar with the human's timekeeping method, and he didn't know where she lived before she lost her memory. For Lucilia , it seems that there is no concept of "day".

She needs to look at the clock to see how much "one day" has passed.

Therefore, for the "three days" in the mouth of the gargoyle, Jason is more inclined to say "two nights", more precisely, it is the time when "humans sleep twice".

That said, it's almost time to recover.

It's a pity that the Lego Batcave, he took a lot of effort to build it, and he won't be able to use it after he regains his human form.In a daze he found himself lying on a bed instead of a Lego batcave.

By the way, it is indeed on the bed.

And it was neither Lucilia's room nor his.

There is still a little heaviness in the chest.

He looked down and saw the pure black gloves, produced by Batman, a part of Batman's suit. During many sparring, this thing brought him a deep sense of pain.

But why did this thing appear on his chest.

Jason was stunned for a while, and then felt something was wrong around him, a warm feeling, the temperature of a living person, and he was still an adult.

"Jason?"

The man called him softly.

Jason suddenly fell into a state of petrification.

"Jason? Are you okay?" the other party called again.

There is absolutely no mistake, this is the voice of Bruce Wayne when Batman's throat cancer is not opened.

Jason also lived in the Wayne house for a period of time as the second young master of the Wayne family, eating breakfast, playing ball and spending time in the library with the ordinary Bruce.

With his memory ability, of course he still remembered this voice.

But why here?

Jason was in a daze, unable to recover.

"Is your throat uncomfortable? Thirsty? Or hungry?" The other party was still asking.

Jason turned his head stiffly and slowly, every bone in the cervical spine was resisting, making a difficult "click" sound like rusty mechanical gears.

He still saw the mask that belonged to Batman, and even felt some kind of slightly hard material under his body—that was also familiar to him—Batman's gliding cloak.

"Jason?"

The old bat had a delighted smile, genuinely happy for Jason's awakening.

"You've just recovered, you're definitely not feeling well, and you'll be fine after another night of sleep." The old bat continued to comfort him.

Jason:  …

The smiling Batman was still babbling about precautions for taking care of his body, more nonsense than Alfred. Not only did Jason not feel warm, but his whole body was cold.

Jason: I'm finally going to hell, right?

It certainly is.

Must be a conspiracy from hell.

Jason kept thinking in his head, and felt his head hurt more and more.

Soon, the pain reached a threshold.

"what……!!!"

Jason woke up with a start.

"...?"

There was an ordinary roof in sight. All the rooms in Stark Tower had this kind of white roof. Jason, who was still stiff, carefully stretched out his finger and touched the side.

empty.

Well, no damn old bats.

Those horrible scenes just now were nothing more than an extremely terrifying nightmare.

Just a dream.

Nightmare is something like that, it's fine when you wake up.

Jason couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief, raised his head and pressed it against his chest, silently calming his beating heart.

But, why does the head still hurt? The pain on the scalp seems to be tightened by a villain who is in an extremely bad mood and is particularly manic.

In a daze, Jason propped himself up.

The heavy feeling that shouldn't exist dragged his head back to the bed.

Jason:  …

Something is not quite right.

The head is too heavy.

And, what is it?

Jason picked up a long white rope from his body, and it was full of weird, unaesthetic little hairpins with bows, so many that it made his scalp tingle.

When he held it up, the feeling of the scalp being pulled at the front of the head, on the top of the head, at the hairline, eased.

Prompted by more confusion and a little ominous premonition, Jason tugged on it gently again.

Scalp is hurting.

Why does my scalp hurt when I pull this thing.

With a blank expression, Jason touched the sides of his head again.

Each touched a big bunch of hair.

Jason:  …

Jason: "Lucilia——!!!"