My dad pulled out the haemostatic spray from his bat belt and it worked great, the hole in the shoulder slowly stopped bleeding.

It just still hurts a little.

With Jason's help, I dragged my immobilized arm and picked up a few people's clothes and collected a lot of equipment from them.

The marks on their equipment prove my guess. The group of people here are indeed sent by the idiot organization. It is estimated that their current boss can't wait to kill me to avenge their former boss. The reason why they chose this kind of banquet is also Because there are so many people at the banquet, it is easy to fish in troubled waters.

I guess when they went to check the information of the people who attended the banquet, they thought that the only ones who might hinder their actions and have the ability to hinder their actions were Iron Man and Lex, so the banquet hall sent two mutants to help, among them One still has the same ability as Magneto and can limit Iron Man's actions.

But who would have thought that Gotham's native superheroes would be at this small banquet?

Most people should not think of it.

Facing the mess in the banquet, all the Chaoying standing in the banquet hall looked at each other in blank dismay.

My dad was the first to break the silence as sirens blared from downstairs, and he left through the window.

Superman and Robin Batgirl followed, and in just 30 seconds the hall was just me, Dick, Jason, Tim, and Tony Stark.

The police rushed in from the door with medical staff, and I was surrounded by nurses for simple wound treatment.

There are people lying on the ground everywhere, some are just injured and unconscious, some have stopped breathing, but even if you don’t count those who died, there are quite a few people that the Gotham police want to take away on the ground, I don’t know the bracelets they are wearing today Is there enough, or are there enough police cars to transport people back.

A police lady came up and wanted to take us to make a statement. Tim stepped forward to negotiate, and in a few words, he postponed the time of taking the record under the pretext of "there are wounded who need to go to the hospital to be bandaged and take a rest". Finally, under the watchful eyes of the police , All four of us except Iron Man got into the ambulance of the hospital.

The caliber of the bullet was not large, and the wound on my shoulder was serious but not too serious, so it was a minor injury... Even Gotham people couldn't hold their conscience and say it was a minor injury.

Anyone who has seen a wound caused by a bullet knows that if a bullet passes through a person's body, the hole that enters is only the size of the bullet, but the hole that comes out is more than ten times the size.

Anyway, when I went to see the doctor, the doctor sighed at my wound and said that if the position was a little bit off, my whole hand would be useless.

I'm miserable, woo woo.

The bullet came out of my body, but did not stay inside. After the doctor helped me debride the wound, I contacted the operating room for nerve and bone repair and fixation. Finally, I had several stitches on my shoulder and wrapped it with gauze.

Tim's body was covered with skin wounds, and they simply disinfected and prescribed anti-inflammatory drugs. In addition to anti-inflammatory drugs, I also prescribed a lot of other drugs, including large doses of painkillers, to prevent my wounds from being damaged after the anesthesia wears off. Severe pain occurs.

At my insistence, instead of being hospitalized, I took the driver's car back to Wayne Manor.

You know, it hasn't been long since the last time I was in the hospital.

I always feel that since I came to Gotham, it has been running at three points and one line like the police hospital, Wayne Manor.

Back at Wayne Manor, Alfred greeted me, he was concerned about my injury.

"Hundred days of injury." I said weakly, "I will never attend a banquet in Gotham in my life. The banquet held in Gotham will be the second place on my blacklist from now on."

The first is the idiot organization.

"By the way, where's dad?" I asked Alfred, "I have something to tell him."

Alfred took me down the Batcave, and my dad was alone in front of the supercomputer in the Batcave, and I told him about the idiot organization.

How should I put it, the current boss of the idiot organization and the former boss are very brotherly, and now his second in command is the mistress of the former boss, and I led the team to destroy so many of their things, plus they broke the A group of people here.

They should hate me so much that they must kill me.

Today's event will definitely not be the only time it happened.

"I checked their identity information. Some of them are from the Black Mask gang, and others have registered death information." My dad and I exchanged information.

"They teamed up with Black Mask?" I mused.

It's not impossible. Stupid organizations have always had a good impression of these evil forces that are committed to crime and trouble.

"The snipers hiding outside were not caught, and Superman found many people who were watching the hotel from the dark." My dad said, "You don't want to go out during this time, stay in Wayne Manor."

He looked at my tightly bandaged shoulders and a bruise on my face, his eyebrows furrowed tightly.

"Okay, Mr. Kangaroo, I know Mr. Kangaroo." I answered him.

"What?" He was puzzled by my choice of words.

"Don't you think your expression just now looks like you want to put me in your pocket?" I raised my eyebrows, "I'm so full of protection! Dear dad——"

I draw out the end and slip out of the Batcave under his "batman disapproving look".

I'm in my 20s, and I won't be rebellious and say "you don't let me go out, I have to go out" to fight against my father. Besides, as far as the defense of Wayne Manor is concerned, most of the people who dare to break in are warriors. The idiot organization has not yet reached this level.

I'm always staying at home. If I can't go out if it's not necessary, I don't want to go out. In addition, if I go out, something will happen. I don't want to go out. My dad is really worried. He doesn't say that I plan to stay in Wei En Manor House for a month or two.

The days of playing cats, teasing dogs and teasing Dako at home are very happy. Besides, Dako has recently entered the days of rapid growth and moulting, which is basically the same every day. I hold up my mobile phone with one hand and follow Dako for my homework. Running around, Dake's goose down during the moulting period is also flying everywhere, everywhere in the house.

Not only Dako, but Titus and Alfred cats also moult. Anyway, now the goose feathers, cats and dogs are flying together, to the extent that a part-time worker who comes to clean up on time every day will be silent.

But silence is silence, professional people always have a way to handle all this.

Otherwise, the recent criminals in Gotham may find that Batman's armor is covered with small animal fur, and he is also very tenacious, and he will follow Batman wandering the streets and alleys of Gotham at night without leaving.

In addition, there is one incident that is particularly funny, and I decided to focus on it.

I actually received a lot of presents on my birthday, but I didn't have time to unwrap them because of a sudden accident at the birthday party.

In the next few days, the injury on my hand healed a little bit, and after it didn't hurt so much, I started to unwrap presents.

Most people's gifts are quite satisfactory, and the most important thing is an expensive one.

At home, my dad gave me a villa in New York very generously, Tim gave me a ruby ​​necklace, Dick gave me a pair of earrings, Jason and Damian were a little different, one gave I bought a set of limited-edition Cotton Dolls around Super British, and Damian gave me two long knives.

When I first met him, I joked with him that I asked him to give me a knife, but I didn’t expect that he actually gave it to me. Damian really has a proud personality.

Of course, the most special gifts are not these.

My best friend Li Xiaomei, her gift is the most special and the most unfortunate for me to accept.

She gifted me a large case of lotus candles.

Yes, that's right.

Even the kind of lotus candle that automatically rotates, blooms and sings after being lit, can still continue to ring when it is broken, and there is no way to turn it off. The sufficient power can make it ring for a month like the madeinChina lotus candle.

Dick was with me when I opened the presents, and before I could stop him, he pulled out a lighter and lit the one in his hand.

After spinning, the lotus candle opened with a "snap", and candles were burning on fourteen leaves of different colors. The tune of the happy birthday song sounded and began to spin.

I was silent, but Dick took this beautiful lotus candle and looked it up and down.

"Dick, this is yours." I said to him sincerely.

Dick accepted it with joy, and in the afternoon he returned to Bludhaven with a lotus candle singing the birthday song.

The next day, I got a message from Dick.

He took a video of the singing lotus candle and was genuinely asking me how to turn off this thing.

I replied: wait for it to run out of power.

Dick didn't message again.

Two days later, Jason took a picture of the lotus candle and posted it in the chat group, and started bombarding me and Dick with messages frantically.

This time it was Dick who replied to Jason: Just be patient and wait for him to die.

Another day later, four people, Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian, sat in my study. They had blue and black eyes, and the one between them was still singing, but the plastic shell had been cracked several times. Lotus candle.

We all fell silent in front of this beautiful candle.

Then at night, I saw this candle appear in the Batcave.

I still have a big box of these candles in my room.

We mused over these candles as to what to do with them.

"...I have a good idea." Under everyone's gaze, Jason opened his mouth slowly.

The finalization of the plan is often only in a flash, and the four boys chatted enthusiastically. They had heated discussions on how to lure Batman away, how to avoid surveillance and Arkham's guards, and how to place these lotus candles.

Intense discussion refers to discussing which super criminal can get the most VIP birthday service, including but not limited to persuading the other party with words and body.

The plan that was finalized was for Tim to monitor and Jason to lure my dad, Dick and Damian into Arkham.

For this arrangement, Dick even refused to welcome it.

In the end, Dick live-streamed the action to me throughout, just to give me a sense of participation.

One month later, I heard that sleeping pills have become the most popular drug in Arkham, and earplugs have become a precious commodity that everyone competes for.

And the lotus flower candle that was first lit——

There is an extra display case in the Bat Cave, and inside it is a small plastic flower that looks very cheap, and even the plastic has been torn apart.

The label on the showcase reads: Batman Can't Help The Lotus Candle.

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