[Comprehensive Yingmei] What kind of experience is it like to take online classes in Gotham?

My words were surprising, but it seemed that I only surprised myself.

The Batman who was holding me didn't even shake his hands, and his chin was very calm—because I can only see his chin but not his upper chin from this angle, and Batman wears a light gas mask on his face—— Did not make any expression.

"Yo, hit the Riddler violently." Jason's voice came from the door.

He leaned outside the door, holding Dako in his hand to smooth Dako's hair, and Dako, the green tea goose, nestled neatly in Jason's arms, rubbing Jason's chest muscles energetically.

I glanced at Jason's chest muscles unwillingly, and then tried to turn my head to look at Batman's chest muscles.

"Batman, don't you have a girlfriend?" I asked him.

"Look at the red hood hugging the victim, and then look at the way you carry people!" I scolded him, "I'm a human, why are you carrying a cat like that!"

I want to rub my boobs too!

But I didn't say that in my heart.

"You inhaled a lot of fear gas." Batman didn't answer my question, but opened another topic.

"I know!" I could feel my limbs twitching slightly.

The negative emotions in my mind didn't seem to disappear at all, and there was tinnitus in my ears. I felt that I heard the sound of the clock moving slowly.

This gas mask on the face is useless.

I raised my hand and undid the bulky mask.

With a bang, I threw the mask on the fainted Riddler.

This was fair and square revenge, and Batman didn't seem to want to stop me, so I moved my body and tried to kick him again.

Batman carried me away again.

Why the hell am I a person who is 1.7 meters and weighs more than 100 kilograms, he is carrying it like a cat!

"Take it on." He let go of his hand, put me on the ground, and handed me a gas mask of the same style as his face.

I waved the air in front of me with my hand and put on this mask.

"You are very brave. You felled such a pile by yourself." Jason looked at the person who fell on the ground, and let out a laugh, "The Riddler accepts all crooked melons and jujubes."

"Don't slander me, they have nothing to do with me." I retorted Jason, "Obviously they were plotted by my own trap, and they fell one by one. I am a weak girl."

"Yes, yes, the weak girl riding on the Riddler." He said.

Batman is checking the status of the people who fell on the ground. These people have inhaled more than twice as much poison gas than me, and their condition is much more serious than mine.

"By the way, why did you come here?" I turned around and asked Jason.

"The scarecrow went to rob the museum, and the bat took care of him. I followed the route you gave me and found a lot of that kind of thing. I called you and I couldn't get through. I found it. This bat, he insisted on getting a foot in it." I'll come." He told me the general idea in a very succinct language, but didn't mention the details, and he didn't seem to want me to get involved.

"Oh Scarecrow." I nodded. "The Riddler was on the phone with the Scarecrow just now. They're in a gang."

"I guessed it." Jason sneered, "These two partners beat up clowns when they were in Arkham, and after they escaped, they hid for several days in fear of being retaliated."

The Joker, the craziest of Gotham's psychotic criminals.

"Aren't they dogs biting dogs?" I smiled.

It would be great when the idiot organization can fight Hydra like this.

I sat on the ground and took a breath, put my hands back on the ground, and tilted my head to feel the dizziness caused by the fearful poisonous gas in front of me.

"Not good." I muttered to myself, "I can't hold it anymore."

"What did you say?" I heard Jason ask me.

But I didn't have time to answer.

The whole world darkened in front of me.

I fainted.

-

I am very aware that I am dreaming.

Because I'm looking at myself in a third perspective right now.

I saw my mom and it seemed like a sweet dream.

...oh no, it was a nightmare.

Overturned vehicles and blood on the ground, police cars and ambulances honking, vehicle explosions shortly after the crowd evacuated, and Yilusi who knew nothing about fighting at school in the past.

Then there was the quiet intensive care unit, the slowly moving clock, and my mother lying quietly on the hospital bed.

is a nightmare.

But it was already a nightmare.

I woke up.

The eye is white.

Snow-white ceiling, glaring white lights, and slight ghosting.

I blinked slowly.

Then some murmurs slowly sounded in my ears.

The sound of fingers hitting the screen, the sound of shoe soles touching the ground, and the rustling of leaves as the wind blows through them.

Someone picked up the water glass and took a sip, then put it back on the table.

I turned my head with difficulty.

"Louise? Are you awake?" The person sitting next to my bed put down the tablet in his hand.

Ah, it's Tim.

After recognizing Tim, my consciousness can be regarded as completely returned to the body.

I put my elbows on the bed and Tim realized I was going to sit up and came over and gave me a hand.

"How are you feeling? Is there something wrong?" Tim asked, and he rang the call bell next to the bed.

"It's okay, I'm a little thirsty." I said.

After making a sound, I realized that my throat was dry and hoarse, and Tim poured me a glass of water.

I thanked him and drank the water in one gulp.

"Any more?" Tim asked.

"No, thank you." My voice improved a lot after drinking the water.

The doctor came quickly and gave me a physical examination. After asking some questions, he took my blood pressure and gave the results quickly.

"The patient is recovering well, and his blood pressure is normal when he is conscious. After eating at noon, he will go for a blood test. After the results are all right, he can be discharged from the hospital." The doctor wrote and drew on the case, and then hung it back at the end of the bed, " Pay attention to the family members of the patient, eat lightly recently, and do not do too much exercise."

Tim nodded in response to the doctor's orders.

After the doctor left, I asked Tim, "Why am I in the hospital?"

"Jason sent you here." He said, "You inhaled a lot of fear gas and were poisoned. The doctor said that the two things fused in your body."

"Ah? Then am I adding poison to poison now?" I wondered.

"It's fate to be alive." Tim said, "As for some old injuries on your body and this unknown toxin, Bruce said that he will wait for your explanation."

"No problem," I said, "but you have to give me an explanation too."

"About some of your little secrets."

Yes, now is a time to exchange information with each other.

In fact, it is often in a dream that I can think without all external interference.

The thing about my dad being Batman is actually really obvious.

They didn't seem to hide anything from me, but they didn't really tell me, it was an excuse I made for them.

For example, they showed up at the restaurant at three or four o'clock in the morning when they had supper for the first time, and my dad came back so late after going to a banquet-I started to help them find this excuse, and then they made it up along with my words.

Maybe it's obvious that I don't want to delve into their secrets?They have been very perfunctory to hide it from me.

Maybe they themselves are also curious, why I know that Jason is a red hood, but I still can't guess their identities.

"So, now? Set up a confession?" I looked innocently at my dad who had just rushed over.

He even just entered the door of the ward, and his clothes were neatly dressed, and it looked like Alfred had helped him match them. His hair was a bit messy, without hairspray, as if he had just woken up.

"When you get out of the hospital, tell me when you go home." My dad saw that my eyes fell on his hair, so he messed up my hair.

——Ah, no, I've been lying in bed for so many days, my hair is already messy, so I don't need to rub it.

"You've been in a coma for a whole week," he said.

My dad sat on the stool in front of the hospital bed and took Tim's place of care.

I suddenly remembered a very scary thing: "My mother doesn't know?!"

"..." There was a strange silence.

Ok, that's got it.

My life is over.

"Think of me as dead." I lay back on the hospital bed peacefully, "I can't bear my mother's overwhelming anger, you didn't tell my mother the truth, did you?"

"...I resisted the pressure." My dad said, "How are you going to tell your mom to figure it out on your own."

I didn't know before, but now I can proudly say: My mother!A woman that even Batman finds difficult!

Yes, my mother is really difficult to deal with.

For such non-principled mistakes, she will not kill you, neither beat you nor scold you, she will only reason with you and tell you her feelings.

For example, this time, if I tell her the truth, then what I will meet is my mother's inner analysis.

She will seriously analyze with me where is the danger in this matter, what is wrong with it, and then tell me what she thinks of my actions and behaviors, and then tell me that I did such a dangerous thing. Feelings and consequences.

Very gentle, considerate and reasonable, but very overwhelming.

I can't stand it anymore, let alone my dad.

Alfred said that my mother had my dad in a tight grip when we were in a relationship.

Straightball player mother.

But Jason Amnesia was also a straight ball player when he and I were in a relationship, and I couldn't stand him.

Probably at that time, like my father at that time, I was very distressed by this sweet trouble, right?

I would rather dig coal than my mother look at me and tell me sadly: If something happens to you, how can I accept the fact that you are not here?

Therefore, I am really afraid that my mother will know that I am doing dangerous things.

After a quick phone call to my mom and a quick account of my situation - prettified, of course - I ate the light, nutritious meal Alfred had prepared for me.

After lunch, I rested for a while, followed the doctor's orders to draw blood for tests, and after the results came out, my dad went to the doctor's office and asked the doctor for my medical records.

During my coma, the doctor took several X-rays and CT scans of my brain, and by the way, there were a lot of MRIs and so on.

I know my own body well. Looking at the pile of medical files my dad held, I could only show a guilty smile.

But my dad has been Batman for so many years, and his physical report should not be any better than mine.

Thinking of this, I slowly became confident again.

After all, I've washed my hands in Jinpan now, and my dad hasn't.