[Comprehensive Yingmei] Me and my four unjust brothers

Xiaoyu asked teasingly, "How do you feel about the congratulatory message from the queen of the last Shadow Corps? The current commander of the Shadow Corps."

Merrell's face froze for a moment, and he said with some embarrassment: "Huh? It doesn't feel good? Can you stop calling me that name."

When Merrell thought that he claimed to be the commander of the Shadow Corps just now, and he was so arrogant that he wanted to rule the world, his scalp became numb.

The most embarrassing thing is that before he had time to do anything, he was slapped back to his original form by his dear old father AKA Batman

Damian snorted coldly: "I see you just now enjoyed the time when you floated in the sky and brazenly said that you would let the cavalry break through Gotham."

"Merrell, Merrell, you can still act well. If you didn't get caught by us today, how long are you going to hide it from us?" Jason sneered.

Merrell smiled awkwardly and politely, he really wanted to die.

Cassandra, who took off her mask, looked at Merrell worriedly. Finally, Cassandra couldn't help but reach out, touched Merrell's swollen cheek with the back of her smooth hand, and put her hand on his nose again. feel his breath.

Merrell was a little moved, but Cassandra was the one who cared most about his pain.

However, the next second, Cassandra raised her head and said with some regret: "Merrell's face is swollen, and he has some difficulty breathing. He can't be beaten anymore. If he is beaten again, he may die. You know, his ability to resist beatings Not very good."

"..." Merrell.

Xiaoyu coughed twice and said, "Now the commander-in-chief of the Shadow Corps, I will give you a chance to repent and start a new life. Do you want to accept it?" As she spoke, she shook the solution in her hand.

Merrell's eyes were filled with tears when he saw the bottle of solution. It was a variant of the medicine used to wash off Xiaoyu's tattoo at the beginning. It was said that it was a variant, but the external application was changed to oral administration.

Before coming to Gotham, Merrell had to drink potions every two months to suppress the restless black energy in his body.

It's just that Merrell came to Gotham, and the concentration of black gas in Gotham was higher than Merrell thought, which caused the black gas in his body to rise faster than Merrell thought.

Similarly, the danger of Gotham also exceeded Merrell's expectations, which made his frequent summoning of the Shadow Corps finally become what it is today.

Jade handed the solution to Batman.

"Batman, feed this potion to Cheng...Merrell, and he can return to his original appearance without accident."

Batman took the potion without much doubt, he had seen the girl's information in the file.

The little girl who got married, Merrell's 'cousin', judging from the conversation between Xiaoyu and Merrell, Xiaoyu knew that Merrell might encounter this state.

After Batman fed the potion to Merrell, Merrell coughed and just said thank you.

He could feel the black energy surging in his body descending rapidly, and he soon returned to the state of lightness where Merrell couldn't feel anything, just like drinking sober soup.

He almost forgot how easy it was to not have black air stuck in his chest.

There are only two states of the black air in Merrell's body that makes Merrell feel comfortable, one is the state where there is nothing after the black air is emptied, and the other is the state where the black air is full and explodes——

That is the state of the so-called commander-in-chief of the Shadow Corps. At that time, he seemed to be holding a microphone and shouting randomly on the stage, which was very cool.

And during the accumulation of black energy, Merrell always felt uncomfortable. Although it didn't affect his daily life, he was always more irritable, but Merrell was used to it. Seven years had passed, and he still didn't Are you used to it?

Maybe this is the first time Merrell has been blackened, and Merrell felt an unprecedented sense of relief, even more relaxed than before taking medicine to lower his state.

But the ease was only for a second or two, followed by severe pain.

Cheeks, hands and chest sent to Merrel's nerves with pain at least twice as intense as before.

That's right, he forgot that black air can also cover his senses to a certain extent, making his body even more indestructible.

So after the black air dissipated, his brain would clearly feel the pain in his body.

He thought that his dear old man would show some mercy to his son, but now it seemed that Batman was merciless when he beat him.

Merrell coughed twice, vomited a mouthful of blood, and passed out.

Thanks, it hurts so fucking bad.

After Merrell passed out, Batman didn't think much about it. He easily picked up Merrell and found out that Merrell was really light. Tim Drake often turned day and night upside down, and worked for a long time, which made him look very light. thin.

He is indeed very thin, just compared to several other people.

Tim may look light, but his muscles are solid.

Merrell was different. Merrell was very light, and he looked very weak. He coughed and vomited blood from time to time, and the symptoms of air allergies did prove that he was not in good health.

If he is not in good health, he can run around at night and run around in Gotham every day. Those criminals are very dangerous, just like the clown who was beaten by Merrell before. Would Batman not know?

That is to say, Merrell didn't play cards according to common sense, and the clown is not a guy who likes to play cards according to common sense. If Merrell made a move a second later than the clown, Batman was sure that acid would splash on Merrell's face.

Batman pondered for a moment, but decided to hug Merrell instead of shoulders, what if the top of his stomach bleeds and hurts more?

"Wait, wait, Batman, you want to take him away?" Iron Man landed in front of Batman and asked.

Batman glanced warily at Iron Man. "What do you want to say?"

"Hey, I know this incident happened in Gotham, and it should be handled by the Bat Family." Iron Man bit the bullet and said businesslike.

Fuck, he really went astray, and actually got Nick Fury's aggressive method to confront Batman.

"But what the devil dragon did may even threaten the whole world. This matter is not over yet. I think we should bring the commander of the Shadow Corps to S.H.I.E.L.D. for inspection. This is a, uh, new power, We have to understand it," Iron Man said.

Tony himself felt that there was no necessary reason for what he said, that is to say, he himself felt that the logic was not logical.

Batman glanced at Iron Man lightly, and the words he spoke were very strong. "You don't need to understand him."

"Or do you think the technology in the Batcave is not as good as S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

"Do you have to be so domineering? Batman." Iron Man narrowed his eyes.

"My hegemony?" Batman sneered. "If I were hegemony, I wouldn't allow you to enter Gotham. This is my Gotham. This is my child. Why should I hand him over to you?"

"What? This is your son?" Iron Man was stunned.

Immediately afterwards, he walked around in front of Batman and took a closer look at Merrell's face in disbelief. Hiss, no wonder he felt that Merrell's face looked like someone just now, and it was not pleasing at all.

It turned out to be Wayne's seed.

"Super, awesome Batman." Iron Man sighed: "We are obviously about the same age, and your son is five and I am still single."

Batman obviously didn't want to talk to Iron Man, he walked straight past Iron Man and left.

Iron Man is also embarrassed to stop Batman. After all, Merrell is his son. As an outsider, why should he meddle in other people's family affairs?

Batman also revealed Merrell's identity to warn the S.H.I.E.L.D. behind Iron Man not to put their hands where they shouldn't.

Just because Batman let them enter Gotham today doesn't mean they can enter Gotham at will in the future.

Batman put in only the Avengers, not S.H.I.E.L.D.

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When Merrell woke up again, he was lying on the bed in Wayne Manor. The swelling on his face had subsided a little, obviously after applying ointment, but his face was still burning with pain, and his hands were even worse, and he couldn't lift them at all. The hand that Batman slapped twice.

Merrell stared at the ceiling for a long time, then slowly got up from the bed, no doubt that his family members were waiting for him, waiting for him to give them an explanation.

It's time to show everything, about yourself, about the new Sixth District, the Shadow Corps, and the demons.

Thinking of his family members, Merrell couldn't help shrinking his neck, he may still be beaten, this is the first time Merrell is thankful that the Shadow Corps has changed his physique, making him prone to vomiting blood and fainting dead or something.

Otherwise, his family would have to deal with him in the style of beating him to death?

Merrell waved to the shadow corps in the corner who cared about him, indicating that he was fine.

Feeling the anxiety of their master, these loyal ninja soldiers took up weapons and lurked in the dark. As long as anyone wanted to hurt Merrell, they would not hesitate to strike, just as they have done countless times in the past. .

Merrell would not take his anger out on the Shadow Corps, never would, but he would still place the blame on the Shadow Corps in his heart.

Even if I would become like yesterday and then be woken up by Batman's two slaps, it cannot be separated from the shadow corps trying to control him.

The Sombra can read Merrell's emotions and thoughts, and they know Merrell is blaming them.

The upturned bat ears on their heads drooped, and even the blood-red triangular fierce eyes turned into pitiful bean eyes. They knelt on the ground and begged Merrell's forgiveness.

Every time Merrell wanted to build some relationship with the Shadow Corps.

Merrell still couldn't help but soften his heart when he saw these shadow corps that would be influenced by his emotions to change their behavior.

What's wrong with the Shadow Corps?

It was caused by Merrell's uncontrollable excessive use of strength, and Merrell self-examined in his heart.

Merrell said.

"It's okay, I'm fine. It's not your fault."

For days, he even lisp, his swollen cheeks affecting his pronunciation.

Hearing Merrell spitting, the shadow troopers sneaked into the shadow, and when they crawled out of the shadow, they appeared with a glass of warm water and a few painkillers.

The ninja soldier approached Merrell carefully with warm water and painkillers.

Kneeling on one knee in front of Merrell, holding the tray above his head, was a gesture of absolute submission.

This position is also convenient for Merrell to hold the water glass and painkillers without even raising his hands.

The service of the Shadow Corps is always so thoughtful.

Merrell thought to himself as he drank water and took painkillers.

...Damn it, how dare he blame the Black Shadow Corps, but no conscientious master can blame these loyal ninja soldiers, right?

After drinking hot water and taking painkillers, the Shadow Corps did not retreat immediately, and they took out cold towels and ice packs to apply to Merrell.

Merrell waved his hand, forget it, I don't know how long it will take to apply the cold towel.

The shadow corps that was rejected by Merrell immediately drooped their shoulders and showed a pitiful appearance. They all knew that Merrell couldn't stand their pitiful offensive the most.

This is the tactic that Merrell is best at using against others.

Whenever he does something wrong or wants to achieve something, he will show his pitiful or sweetheart appearance to win sympathy and achieve his goal.

Of course, no one knew that Merrell, who often used this trick, was also helpless to this trick.

The Shadow Corps, which inherited part of the master's character, also learned Merrell's tricks, and used Merrell's tricks to deal with Merrell.

"No! No way! I won't waste time on cold compresses." Merrel protested firmly.

The Shadow Corps turned a deaf ear to Merrell's words, and even took a step closer to Merrell carefully holding the towel.

Merrell took two steps. He turned his head and found that the Shadow Corps was following him. He couldn't help glaring at the Shadow Corps.

The Shadow Corps was not at all intimidated by Merrell's eyes——

What a joke, when they were first inherited by Merrell, they stayed in Merrell's room every night.

Merrell screamed, swore, and threw books at them, but that didn't scare them away, and Merrell didn't fight them now.

The Black Shadow Corps had a cheeky look with pitiful dog eyes, like a little puppy abandoned by its owner, following Merrell every step of the way.

Merrell stared at them for a while, how could he, a human being, stare at these shadow corps that didn't need to blink at all.

After a minute Merrell was discouraged.

"Okay, you guys come with me."

Anyway, his family already knew that he was a masked man, so it wouldn't be a problem to wander around Wayne Manor with the Shadow Corps, right?

A badass Merrell thought.

Merrell unscrewed the door, just in time to bump into Dick who came out from the diagonally opposite door.

Dick still wore the mask of General Mingta on his face. He looked very energetic, and his mind was not affected by General Mingta at all.

Dick looked at Merrell who was patrolling the territory with a group of shadow troops and the lord... this must be Merrell, right?Merrell's face was so swollen that Dick wasn't sure it was Merrell.

But according to the shadow corps following Merrell, this is indeed Merrell.

Merrell tensed up the moment he saw Dick, he hadn't figured out how to face his family.

"Good morning, Merrell." Dick greeted Merrell with a normal face.

As Dick, who had hardly been persecuted by Merrell, treated Merrell as usual, he glanced at the shadow corps behind Merrell and couldn't help but let out a 'wow'.

"One thing to say, your soldiers are really cool."

"Morning, Dick." Merrell said slowly, he glanced at the mask on Dick's face: "Are you feeling okay?"

"You mean the mask?" Dick pointed to the mask on his face. "Honestly, I don't feel so good."

Dick and General Mingta didn't get along very well. General Mingta wanted to control his body, but Dick's will was still strong and he didn't give General Mingta a chance.

In order to speed up his ability to control Dick's body, General Minta came up with some damaging tricks.

When the heavens send a great mission to the people, they must first suffer from their will.

Whenever Dick was about to fall asleep, General Minta would suddenly wake Dick up.

That's about it.

Dick was about to run to a telephone pole under the moon with the Barbara of his dream or Starfire, a beautiful red-haired girl anyway.

"Are you asleep?" Mingta said suddenly.

"...No." Dick said in a daze after being woken up.

"Oh." General Mingta was indifferent.

Then, just as Dick was about to fall asleep again, General Minta woke him up again.

This process was repeated throughout the night.

This is a bad move that General Mingta came up with to torture Dick's spirit severely, and he did it. Dick's nerves collapsed overnight.

Dick briefly told Merrell what had happened last night.

Merrell stared thoughtfully at General Mingta, who was pretending to be dead. Did he still not know what General Mingta was thinking?

These ghost masks seem to be good, but it's only because they are in the hands of Merrell, and they can't do anything against Merrell.

Even when Merrell first put them on, they were trying to persuade Merrell to agree with them, only to give up when he found out that Merrell was not good at it.

Now that General Mingta has a new owner, those little thoughts in his heart can't spring up like mushrooms after rain.

"I'll make a solution to take it off later," said Merrell.

He contacted Trudeau last night and asked him to send a document. The express from the [-]th District said that it was time to arrive in Gotham. He would make a potion and take off the mask after a while.

The only advantage of being honest about his identity is that he doesn't need to sneak into the Batcave and let the Shadow Corps take off the mask with Nightwing on his upper hand.

The Black Shadow Corps can't help Dick take off the mask. They can't touch the magic solution, so Merrell can only do it himself.

Remember the time when Merrell was the Holy Lord's little fan in the history books?He has been reading magic books for nearly ten years in the library.

Even though he has no talent for magic... No, he doesn't even deserve to have no talent for magic. People without talent for magic can learn magic as long as they work ten times harder than those with talent.

Merrell is a magic insulator, as long as he touches something magical, it will be muted.

Merrell still remembered when his father asked him to use the magic puffer fish to attack the water demon, but the magic puffer fish turned into a normal puffer fish in his hands.

However, Merrell's theoretical knowledge is sufficient at any rate.

For example, he clearly remembered what ingredients were needed to prepare the potion for removing General Mingta's mask, and how to make it.

Although he is a magic insulator, he can't even be affected by this attribute, right?Merrell thought uncertainly.

...No, your talent for brewing potions is influenced by Wayne's ancestral culinary skills.

At this time, Damian also came out of the room, and he saw Dick and Merrell standing in the corridor...mainly he saw Merrell and his ninja followers.

Damian subconsciously raised a provocative and mocking smile, and his eyes swept over Merrell and the Shadow Corps exaggeratedly.

"What? The demon lord brought his little servants out to inspect the territory?" Damian mocked.

Although Damian said this, his tone did not contain any displeasure or disgust for Merrell's identity, and some were only slightly displeased because Merrell concealed his identity.

Damian's tone is no different from his usual fierceness. Merrell has long been used to it. Damian treats everyone in the manor with this attitude except Bruce and Alfred.

Tim and Jason will occasionally choke each other in such a tone, verbal mutual rivalry, and compare each other, but Merrell, who has watched the battle of the Bat family, knows that the verbal mutual rivalry will not affect their tacit understanding and affection.

It's like a tradition among the Bat brothers, and to be honest, Merrell is kind of envious.

Because Merrell always felt that his brothers were careful with him.

It was like being excluded by the other four people who treated him special. Merrell enjoyed the feeling of being treated specially, but at the same time was very anxious.

His bastard brothers would go out on night patrols without him at night, and they would sit in the batcave and yell at each other about things that Merrell didn't know, and they shared secrets, but Merrell wasn't included.

Even though Merrell knew that they didn't tell Merrell the secret out of the idea of ​​protecting Merrell, Merrell still felt excluded.

But now, they have a showdown with each other, um, although it is forced.

But Merrell felt that this might be a good start, because he could feel that Damian was still talking to him in the same mocking tone, but without the cautiousness that was hidden before.

He can mock Merrell like a normal brother!

First of all, Merrell is not a masochist.

He just feels happy that he is fully accepted and not treated as something different.

So Merrell raised her lips and retorted to Damian: "The demon lord also needs to eat."

Damian choked up when Merrell contradicted himself.

He's not used to Merrell not pretending to be a weakling. Although Merrell has often confronted him, this is the first time Merrell has come back directly.

Damian snorted coldly and walked past Merrell.

Merrell woke up early...?Or late, but he was the first to wake up in Wayne Manor.

In view of the fact that the invasion of external monsters made the whole Bat House busy from night to day, they went back to catch up on sleep together, and Merrell was the first one to wake up.

Merrell rubbed his hungry stomach, and slipped into the kitchen with a group of younger brothers to see what dinner Alfred was going to prepare.

Then he saw it.

Alfred held a silver knife in one hand, and pinched the neck of the big goose with the other hand, one person and one goose were staring at each other.

Merrell, whose memory suddenly came back, wondered if he had turned his dear third brother into a goose?

Alfred obviously didn't know what happened in the Batcave last night, and naturally it was impossible to know that the big white goose for extra food in his eyes was the red Robin Tim Drake.

"Keep the goose under the knife!!!" Seeing that Alfred was about to swing the knife, Merrell hurriedly stopped him.

However, the knife still swung down, uh, it didn't cut off the goose neck of the big goose Drake, but just cut off the rope wrapped around the big goose Drake's flippers.

Hearing Merrell's voice, Alfred put Tim on the ground and nodded slightly: "Master Merrell."

Tim rushed to Merrell angrily, and didn't want to talk much.

Raising his wings, he wanted to slap Merrell. Of course, the next second, the shadow corps, who were eager to protect him, pinched Lifeline's neck, not only the neck, to prevent Tim from attacking Merrell.

The Shadow Corps pinched Tim's two wings, and now Tim really looked like a goose waiting to be bled.

Tim Drake, the second best detective in the world, has grown so big except that he was beaten by Jason when he succeeded Robin, and then by Damian.

He has never been in such a mess before, and now he is being cleaned up by his younger brother who just arrived. The only thing that can comfort Tim is that Damian and Jason have also been cleaned up by Merrell.

Merrell scratched his head, he seemed to be growing a brain.

He remembered that he hadn't changed his third brother back yet.

"Wait, I'll change you back right away."

Merrell remembered that he confiscated Jade's charm.

So Merrell took out the talisman, looking at the horse talisman that could heal the wounds on his body, Merrell gritted his teeth.

After all, Merrell still didn't use the horse to heal the wound on his body, and he should have deserved the beating.

It was only with the injury that he appeared to be sincere.

Merrell pulls out the Monkey Charm to turn Tim Drake back.

Tim didn't look at Merrell, he shook off the Shadow Corps, he stretched his arms, with an indifferent expression on his face, making it clear that he didn't want to talk to Merrell.

Merrell said pitifully: "Third Brother, I was wrong. I wanted to take the mask from Dick and hurt Dick a little bit. I didn't want to hurt you, really."

Tim sneered: "Don't call me third brother, I don't have a brother who will turn me into a goose."

Merrell was wronged, and Tim was still angry.

"It's not that I wanted to turn you into a goose. I swear I didn't think about anything at the time. Maybe you were a goose in your previous life."

Tim: ...

Tim looked at Merrell's swollen face and was finally reluctant to give Merrell two more punches.

But Tim thinks that Merrell should have a long memory, and let Merrell know that these magics cannot be played casually.

It's hard to be a goose, so Tim keeps a cold face.

Merrell looked at Tim as if he didn't intend to forgive him, so Merrell thought for a while, took out the monkey charm and flashed green light, and turned Tim into a goose again.

Tim:? ? ?

Merrell pinched Tim's neck coldly, and he slipped Tim's goose head in front of him.

"Now, Tim Drake, I urge you to forgive me immediately, or you may only be in the body of a goose for the rest of your life."

"How? Have you decided to forgive me?"

Tim: Damn it.

Of course Tim forgave Merrell in the end, wouldn't he?Trapped in the body of a goose for the rest of your life?

Repeatedly turned Tim into the culprit, hugged Tim, and said to him sincerely: "Tim Drake, thank you for forgiving me."

"...You don't call me brother anymore?" Tim gritted his teeth and asked.

"Didn't you tell me not to call you brother, Tim Drake." Merrell.

This wave, this wave is Tim losing face and changing his name.