[Zhongyingmei] Can drawing cards save the world?

Bruce's task, in fact, is not only responsible for mobilization and communication behind the scenes.And all of this will go back to the time when he met Professor X.

"You're not just betting on this," Bruce said. "Even without magic, the death spores are enough to make her do a lot of bad things."

"Of course." Charles smiled, "We still have you."

Humans are creatures driven by desire and emotion, desire they control, and Elaine Hope's emotion is in the hands of Bruce Wayne.

"You want me to control her from this aspect." Bruce's tone was a little cold, "I didn't expect you to think far enough."

"It's not about control, it's about creating a dock for her. You are her dock, the dock that can pull her back."

You are her dock.

Withdrawn from memory, Elaine's painful panting on the opposite side of the communicator has calmed down.

"Elaine?" he called. "Are you still there?"

"Batman." It was Hal who answered, "There's something wrong with her."

From a distance, he watched Elaine from falling to the ground to getting up slowly, from sobbing to slowly becoming silent-it was scary.

Bruce hesitated for a moment, got on the Batmobile, and continued: "I'll be right there, you control her."

"I'll try my best." Hal approached slowly, trying to get Elaine to react a bit.

Elaine turned around in an instant, trying to punch him, but was dodged.

"Wow—take it easy, I didn't mean to hurt you." Hal raised his hand in a way that wouldn't hurt her, but the green light surrounding his body didn't fade away.

"I need to see Batman," Elaine finally said. "Don't make me fight you."

"He's coming soon—you should calm down first." Hal stopped flying, touched the ground with his feet, and stood face to face with her, "He said he's on the way now—can't you hear his communicator?"

Elaine turned her head and found that her communicator had fallen somewhere.

Hal sighed, and handed her his communicator. "Use mine. It might make you feel better."

Elaine looked at him hesitantly, and finally took the communicator, "You don't want to snatch him from me, do you?"

Hal was confused: "What? Who? Robbing who?"

"Forget it, forget what I said." Elaine put the communicator into her ear and tapped. "Bruce?" she called.

"Elaine—" Bruce drove the car, with the gas pedal at the bottom, "I'm on my way, how do you feel?"

"I'm fine. I feel that the death spore virus seems to have successfully fused." Elaine said, "At least it's not as uncomfortable as before."

Hal frowned disapprovingly.

He didn't think that punch just now looked like a successful fusion.

"Then you wait for me there, don't go anywhere else, I'll be there in 3 minutes."

"I will always wait for you." Elaine said, "You know I will wait for you."

Hal's eyebrows were almost twisted into hemp ropes.

"She's holding on to you right now." Charles said in Bruce's mind through his ability, "Without you, what she is aroused now is anger."

"Just because I do this doesn't mean I agree with your actions." Bruce said, "I just hope that what you said is still useful."

"I'm in her mind, useful." After Charles finished speaking, he ended the conversation.

Not one of them didn't feel contemptuous about using their feelings, but if this became the only way, maybe it wouldn't be so difficult to accept.

But it turns out they were right.Using his advantage, Strange figured out the best way to have a happy ending, putting together the final piece of the puzzle.

The door to the basement was opened, kicking up a cloud of dust, and after Batman walked in, the door was closed again, blocking the noise outside.

The green light flew towards Batman first.

"Bat, I really feel—" Before Hal finished speaking, he was caught off guard by Elaine's fist and hammered to the innermost end of the file room, hitting the wall hard—although this didn't give him any substance sexual harm.But the impact of this punch was huge, which made him dizzy for a while.

Elaine stood in front of Batman as if nothing had happened just now.

If he could still see the green light not far away, Bruce would really think it was just his hallucination.

"You're here!" She looked the same as usual, and even looked better.

Hal still wanted to get closer to remind him, but Batman glanced at him, raised his hand slightly, and stopped his next move.Hal nodded, understanding what he meant, pretending that he didn't exist, and observing the situation here all the time.

"I'm here." He said, slowly approaching Elaine, the mask was still on, and under the shadow, Elaine couldn't see his tight jaw line clearly.

"Are you here to fulfill your promise?" Elaine continued. "I feel better now—I've never felt better!"

"I'm proud of you, Elaine," he said.

Elaine smiled, she smiled brightly, which was completely different from her usual smile.Although she usually behaves carelessly, her inner inferiority always suppresses the corners of her beautiful mouth from twitching, leaving only her fragile eyes flickering.But now she is confident, like a bright rose blooming in winter.

"We should go out," she said. "You should take off your suit and we should go out on a date, just the two of us, okay?"

It is certainly not a wise choice to let her go out now, Bruce paused, raised his hand, and took off his mask.

Slightly sweaty hair swayed down, covering his twinkling eyebrows and eyes.

"She has complete trust in you now, so feel free to do it." Charles once again connected Bruce's brain and sent him a message, "This process may take a long time, but everything is worth it."

It's unlike the countless missions Batman has done.

However, that doesn't mean he's not good at it.

Without any hesitation, he stroked the back of Elaine's head with his other hand, lowered his head slightly, and kissed his lips.

Even Elaine, who was touched by possessiveness, felt the touch of her lips and the smell of her nose at this moment, all of which reminded her that it was true.But in the next second, a dagger pierced her back—it was vibrating gold that was continuously heated in the scabbard.

"It'll be fine in a while—" Bruce left her, hugged her body, and took out a potion from his bat belt and stabbed it into his leg. Stab state.

When Hal heard the movement, he hurried over to help, but Bruce stopped him again.

"You might die!" Hal couldn't believe why this man took such a risk, "You don't even have a gas mask!"

No one would have thought he would do this.

In fact, it went against everything they had planned.

"He wants to introduce death spores into his body." Charles said, "I should have thought of it earlier, he probably wanted to do this from the beginning."

Since Poison Ivy said that the death spores would refuse entry because of his will, then trick it.What Bruce stabbed himself was diluted scarecrow poison, and added some tranquilizers.

The pierced dagger had a burning sensation, scorching and sticking the skin on Elaine's back, thinking that the self-healing ability had grown.But because one of the daggers remained inserted, she couldn't break free.The anesthetic made her less painful, and it also made her fall into Bruce's arms, with a wavering will in her eyes.

It takes half an hour to transfer all the dead spores.

If Poison Ivy is right.

"Go outside and watch the green light." He waited for the scarecrow toxin to take effect, and said, "Don't let anyone in."

"But—" Hal wanted to say something to persuade him, but finally saw Bruce's firm eyes, and finally chose to obey.The green light left, and the only sound in the empty and dark archive room was the breathing of him and Elaine.

The scarecrow toxin gradually kicked in, giving Bruce some headaches.The already dim place overlapped with the alley in my childhood, and the sound of breathing in my ears became the breathing of my dying mother in a nightmare.

But it's just a matter of that moment, Batman's will is firm, and he can always clear the clouds.

"Bruce..." Elaine regained her strength, "What are you doing?"

"Don't talk." Bruce said, "Just wait a few minutes and it'll be over."

The wound on the back kept being injured and then healed, and the blood kept scabbing over. Batman's gloves must also be full of dried blood at this moment without thinking about it.

Batman crouched slowly and sat on the ground, leaning against the file shelf behind his back.Elaine was still lying in her arms, without changing other positions.

"You may die." Elaine's voice was a little dazed - it was the effect of anesthesia.

"I know." Bruce shook his head, waving the phantom that was harassing him in front of him.

After a pause, he asked, "Can you still feel your back?"

"I can't." Elaine felt like she was about to lick her tongue, "What are you going to do?"

Hearing this, Bruce stabbed the dagger deeper, exhaled and pierced Elaine's heart.

"Let's come." Charles said, "You can relax. Since you must do this, we can only help you."

Strange, Charles, and Eric came, and Strange simply created a barrier around them.Eric raised his hand. As a former villain, his methods are naturally much more ruthless.He directly controlled the handle of the knife, and let the vertically pierced blade move horizontally, blood gushed out quickly, and the wound closed again.

Bruce relieved himself, and simply treated himself harder, took out another poison and injected it.

The two sticks add up to a complete scarecrow toxin.

It wasn't the first time Bruce had been tricked, but the difference this time was that he had to relax.

He couldn't bring himself to get over it.

"Relax, with us here, you won't lose control." Charles said.

Bruce Wayne is human after all.No one present is an ordinary person, and the suppression of superpowers in front of Batman is also a mountain that cannot be ignored.

Once again, he's back in crime alley.

But this time it was no longer Martha and Thomas.

but yourself.

He saw his young self lying in a pool of blood, surrounded by his mother and father in pain.

Martha cried out in pain, but the crying turned into laughter at the end.

As he approached, the street lights went out.

In the darkness was a familiar silhouette—the light flickered twice, and the light returned.

Bruce saw the shadow under the streetlight.

That's the batsuit.

The man turned around, revealing his old chin with blue stubble.

It was Thomas Wayne.

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Uh, I think that since Bruce asked Ivy this question before, he must have gone in-depth.

This emotional drama is too much, I know, so I ask for a chance to make up for it - look at the pre-acquisition! CP is also a bat!Loved the Blindspot preview of The New Batman!Thank you! Thank you!