How to be a hero with Crispy Skin Cure

As it turns out, Batman was treated more than a little bit better than his sons.He was even able to take Fiona when others left with a quick word, and found a table with exactly two chairs, under a warm street lamp.

"Good luck." He pulled out a chair for Fiona. "Sit down, what do you want to eat?"

Fiona: ?

This is her system, her copy, why can Batman play more tricks than her!

But she is indeed a little hungry, "I want to eat fried chicken drumsticks, with a side of French fries and a glass of Coke with less ice."

This is the McLaur set meal that Ah Fu would frown upon hearing this.Bruce was slightly surprised, but still said to the air: "Please, Andrew."

Fiona: ?

This name... seems to be the life-saving stunt given to her after the upgrade of the Warcraft system, the dragon.

Before she could ask this doubt, a red dragon flew out of the building next to her without warning.

The building was broken and collapsed, and the dragon, which was nearly three meters high, landed steadily on the ground, and put the takeaway bag in its mouth on their table.

Fiona's voice trembled a little: "Thank you?"

Is this the little red dragon defined by the system?

She is not small at all, he can trample the weak, pitiful and helpless her to death casually!

"You're welcome." Andrew can speak human language, "Who pays for running errands?"

Sure enough, there is no free lunch in the world, and the price for the dragon to deliver food is a gold bar.

Batman settled the bill, and Andrew obediently waited beside him. He came here not only to deliver food.

"When you are in danger, you can call him."

Bruce touched Andrew's unfolded right wing, "I remember that your system has this function, don't be reluctant to use it. If he can save you at a critical moment, I will pay the bill."

Well, it's not that Fiona loves gold bars.The cooldown time for summoning the little red dragon is very long, and Tony also advised her not to do so, he is still setting up absolutely foolproof venues.After all, no one knows what can be summoned.

But the dragon in front of me... Seeing that he doesn't bite (?), Fiona bravely stretched out her hand to touch his left wing.

What Bruce said just now has fully proved that he is not an ordinary NPC, and it is very possible—no, he is Bruce himself.

Fiona had imagined seeing her father again many times, each of which brought tears to her eyes.

But when she was really sitting opposite him, she couldn't say anything, she could only stare at Andrew.

She didn't even dare to look at him again because of the feeling of being close to home.

The dungeon was originally an illusory space created by Caroline.Is the person she saw and what happened in front of her eyes real, or is her imagination a manufactured illusion?

If it were Batman, he would definitely look for all the clues to decipher the truth, but Fiona didn't have the courage to do so.

——Can’t you just take it as real?Her family did not forget her, they found a way to come to her...

"you have grown up."

Oh, listening to this dry beginning, it tastes even worse than the dehydrated vegetable buns in instant noodles.

Fiona didn't know what to say, she could only respond in a low voice, um.

About ten seconds passed, and each second seemed to be slowed down at one-eighth speed. She could count how many times her heart beat in the terrible silence.

After rubbing all ten fingers repeatedly, Fiona finally said, "About Jason, he..."

She was full of hope, longing for an answer from Batman.

She could live again, why not Jason?

"Well, he's fine."

Bruce ignored Jason's various rebellious behaviors after his resurrection, and only summed it up as: "He misses you very much."

Fiona didn't realize that she was crying until a icy feeling crossed her cheek.She hastily wiped away her tears with the back of her hand, but her throat was sobbing that she couldn't speak.

Bruce made a movement to get up, but it seemed to be pushed back by some invisible force.In the end, he just silently handed the napkin to Fiona

before.

"Don't cry." He tried to think of something that would make his daughter happy. "This is something to celebrate, and everyone in the family is fine. You just met them, and Fu, who misses you too. "

One more sentence is on the lips.

"Me too."

This roundabout expression is very Batman-esque, and somehow it makes Fiona smile.

She remembered what Tony used to say to herself, and now she finally had a chance to say it to someone else:

"I think you burn your mouth when you combine these words?"

She didn't miss the embarrassment that flashed in Bruce's eyes, which was incredible to Fiona.

She had seen Baby Brucey on the news being suave and suave, and the father at home was reticent.No matter what kind of image it is, it doesn't match the emotion just now.

Not serious enough, not enough... Batman.

Bruce ignored her.He pushed the fries forward, "Are you tired, eat something."

When Fiona put the ketchup-dipped chips into her mouth, she heard the belated I miss you.

She was a little curious about what kind of processing her father's nervous system had gone through before the brain controlled the throat to say this sentence.

"I miss you too."

It's still a little Wayne-esque, but it's more natural than Bruce's.

Under the influence of Tony day and night, Fiona's English speaking skills have grown by leaps and bounds.

It's a pity that neither of them is good at stirring up the atmosphere. After saying these two more dry words, both of them fell into a state of scratching their stomachs and eager for the other to say something first.

Fiona tapped the table lightly with her little finger, "It's your turn."

She was the one who spoke first.

Well, it looks like the transition is over and he can get down to business.

Bruce didn't know if such an action would work, how much Fiona would remember when she stepped out of the dungeon - but he still felt the need to do it.

Encouraging her, enlightening her, guiding her is his lofty duty as a father.Bruce firmly believed that no one could replace him.What others can give will always be different from him.

"You did a good job." Bruce boasted step by step, "better than I thought."

Fiona was stunned for a moment before realizing that what her father praised was her performance in the battle just now?

No, probably a consolation prize would be more appropriate...

"You don't have to do this." She lowered her head again, "I'm still far behind. Especially compared to you."

She said the latter sentence very quietly, which belonged to an ambivalence that wanted to say it but was afraid of being heard.

She absolutely dare not compare with the achievements of her father and brothers, but it is difficult for her to force herself not to compare at all.In the same group, Fiona doesn't want to be the worst.

Bruce doesn't know where to move his hands—according to the development of the plot, he should now give the child an encouraging hug.

But there was an inexplicable mysterious force on the ground that firmly sealed his legs in place.

He wanted to get up several times, but sat back in hesitation.

Hugging her up when he first entered the dungeon was an instinctive reaction to save someone, but now that he was sitting face to face, he didn't know how to make physical contact naturally.

...If that Stark knew that the embarrassment between their biological father and daughter could be so embarrassing, he would probably laugh crazy.

With someone else as a reverse incentive, Bruce finally took the first step.

He also followed Dick's example and patted Fiona's hair: "You must master the correct way of comparison. A few Robins may not be better than you when they first learn for a month."

After finishing speaking, he added rigorously: "Except for Damian."

Fiona: ?

Although she felt that the latter sentence was redundant, she had to admit that her brother was indeed different.As the youngest child in the family, even he can stand up to the banner of Robin.

"Although it may not be true, thank you anyway..."

It's over, now it's her turn to say that her father scalded her mouth.

Fortunately, Bruce didn't pay attention, or he thoughtfully didn't poke it.

He also squeezed Fiona's little face, which was nice, no wonder Dick and Jason liked it.

"I'm not telling a white lie, it's true."

In order to convince her, Bruce didn't hesitate to tell Fiona the embarrassing things about those Robins when they first trained.

For example, Dick would fall off the roof and just fell on the splits, Jason's grades were terrible when he first started playing darts, and the love-hate relationship between Tim and the coffee machine has to be said...

Fiona was fascinated and exclaimed from time to time: "That's not what he (referring to any Robin) said!"

"That's because they're blowing water." The old bat revealed it mercilessly, "Hmph, these boys just want to be heroes in front of you."

Only an innocent and innocent child like Fiona would believe their every word.

Other people's secrets are indeed the best medicine for social distance.Bruce, who gradually regained the feeling of the flower of Gotham, smiled kindly, and calmly guided Fiona to tell her little secret.

Well, it turns out these little bastards have done these things before.Bruce had already planned it out. If they questioned him why he stayed for so long after he went back, he would have a good reason to make trouble for them instead.

There was a tug behind Bruce.He had expected that after chatting with Fiona for so long, there was not much mana left to support the existence of this dungeon.

Although the content of the conversation was not the same as he originally planned.He had prepared a lot of encouraging words, and it seemed that he could pour Fiona a big bowl of chicken soup without saying a word.

However, the effect is not bad now.

He saw her covering her mouth and laughing again—how long had it been since she hadn't seen such unmannered happiness?

When he saw the newborn her for the first time, and held her carefully in his arms for the first time, didn't his wish be for her to be safe and happy all the time?

"Fiona." He solemnly called her name, "You are my child and my pride."

She stared at him as if feeling something, and grabbed the corner of his clothes uneasily with one hand.

When she was very young, she didn't want him to leave, she held onto him like this, and refused to let go no matter how coaxed she was.

"really?"

Fiona asked confusedly, "But I, I don't have anything..."

"I can draw now." She remembered this, and shared with him urgently, "I can see more colors, and I have a talent for drawing! Do you have drawing paper and brushes..."

Fiona watched his body gradually become transparent, feeling very uncomfortable.

Why did she unknowingly ignore the time, if she knew it earlier, she would not have said those useless words.

"I don't have pen and paper, but I can really draw."

Bruce chuckled, and finally stretched out his arms, taking his daughter into his arms.

"I know, but it doesn't matter. Even if you don't know how to draw or have superpowers, you are still my proudest child. There are no additional conditions, your existence is itself."

Bruce never said that, not to any of the kids.Baby Brucey is good at smooth talk, but Batman can't analyze his heart to others.

Fiona could feel that the warmth of hugging her was gradually dissipating.

"Father."

She looked up at him, the way he took off his Batman mask.

"I don't want you to go...don't separate."

She didn't want him to go, not that she wanted him to take her home.

Bruce sighed and leaned over to kiss the top of her hair.

"Go find the life you want, as long as you like. We will always meet again."

"We all love you, love you most."

-

Fiona had a long, long dream and woke up at ten o'clock the next morning.

According to Tony, she collapsed just after returning to reality from the simulation training room, scaring him and Steve.

The explanation given by Paltress is that the body has activated the compulsory sleep protection mechanism after excessive consumption in the instance.lost.

The same is true for this memory, which is equivalent to the forced shutdown of the computer, and the document has not been saved in time.

"I feel like I'm at a loss." She complained while biting her toast, "I don't remember what happened in the dungeon at all, and there is nothing extra in the backpack, which means I didn't even open the treasure chest. Could it be I haven't fought BOSS?"

"It doesn't matter, the most important thing is that you are fine."

Tony took out a long list, the above is the adjusted training plan.Fiona's sudden fainting frightened him enough. Under his strong attitude, the entire Avengers and Partress agreed to weaken her training intensity to varying degrees.

Fiona picked it up and took a look at it, and found that there were many strange things mixed into it.What kind of training program is watching a movie?

Tony didn't change his face: "Film is also an art form. Accepting the influence of art will help you broaden your horizons and expand your thinking, which is to meet the needs of comprehensive talent training in the new era."

The translation is to find a legitimate reason for her to fish.

Steve shook his head straight after listening: "You are getting more and more able to make nonsense."

"Oh, what does it matter—" Tony didn't care, "Annie is still so young, I said you squeezed too much, as long as she is happy is the most important thing. Honey, just live the life you want .”

Fiona paused with the hand holding the milk glass, as if she had heard these words somewhere.

Also...strangely familiar.

Oh, in her dream.

The one with her family, the family who loves her the most, is a sweet dream.