Just say you lack output [Comprehensive Yingmei]

—America, Gotham—

2:34.AM

The cold and dark alleys, the sound of guns, the blood on the father's chest like splashed ink, and the mother's pearl necklaces scattered all over the place.

Abandoned warehouses in the Middle East, blood-stained crowbars, Jason with bruises all over his body, timed/timed/exploded/bombed, and the hideous smiling face of the clown under the sky full of flames.

"He's dead! Batman, you'll never save him!"

The clown grinned grinningly and pointed the blade and /gun/pipe/ at his chest, seductively saying: "You can't save anyone... Come on bat, kill me, kill me to avenge your Robin! "

Then the second-generation Robin asked angrily and disappointedly: "Why didn't you kill him to avenge me? If he took you from me, I would definitely do it! I will send him to hell with my own hands, but father , Bruce... He took me away from you, I don't understand why such a person/scum deserves to live in this world!"

The clown turned the blade and laughed loudly: "Look, Batman refuses to avenge you, he is still insisting on his ridiculous justice! Batman, who will love you? Robin? No, he will die for you !"

He couldn't move, his eyes were red and he was about to burst into tears, but the blade in the clown's hand pierced Jason's chest mercilessly, and this lunatic took away his Robin again in front of him.

"Do not--!!!!"

A lion's roar that went straight to the soul shattered all phantoms.

Bruce woke up from fear and nightmares pale and covered in cold sweat, his soft black hair wet with sweat was stuck to his forehead, making the omnipotent Batman in 23 eyes look like he just had a fight with someone As a result, it was embarrassing like a loss.

After a while, Bruce slowly sat up from the bed with his tired body, and turned his neck to look at the side of the bed after a moment of silence.

The heavy curtains like curtains blocked every ray of moonlight from the floor-to-ceiling windows. Accompanied by the melodious humming like jade hitting each other, there were bursts of low-pitched lion roars in the emptiness of darkness.

Fu Sangshen, who was always by the master's side, silently handed him a black silk handkerchief. Considering his image, he hesitated for a moment before turning on the soft night light beside the bed.

The not-so-bright light softened Fu Sangshen's stern outline, and the tall Taisao young man slightly bowed his head to its owner, his long crow-blue hair fell down, indescribably gentle.

He frowned, as if he was at a loss, and seemed to be holding back his killing intent and anger towards someone, but Bruce didn't have the energy to pay attention to this at the moment, Fu Sangshen couldn't hide his worry and said: "Master?"

If he wasn't wearing the plush bat one-piece pajamas prepared by Alfred, he would indeed look so pretty.

Bruce responded in a low voice, but didn't move.

Fu Sangshen knelt and sat on the soft floor beside the bed, his pale golden pupils were shining brightly under the light, he hesitantly stretched out a white and cold fingertip, and landed on the end of his master's red and moist eyes.

Bruce hung his head and did not speak. His face was hidden in the shadows. Fu Sangshen could not see his eyes or his expression clearly. His powerful master never showed his fragility to anyone. Batman had nothing to do. No, and Bruce Wayne is not.

The Taidao youth put his fingertips into his mouth, and the tip of his red tongue quickly rolled over the salty liquid, and then Furui Wubo's indifferent expression seemed to ignite a raging fire in an instant, he suppressed his anger and sadness, it was almost unbelievable Said: "...you cried."

If it were any man or woman who understood Fu Sangshen, this would be the beginning of a beautiful love relationship between man and God. Unfortunately, the owner of 23 is just a playboy on the surface, but in reality he has a suspicious and cold personality. Man, God can't move.

Bruce, who couldn't move his mind, pushed back his wet forehead, and waved his hand to Fu Sangshen who was on the verge of an emotional outburst, "It's nothing, let me be quiet for a while."

Fu Sangshen fell into a strange silence, until after a while, he seemed to have made some important decision suddenly, and then carefully, with tenderness and affection that was almost desperate, kissed the master Wen with soft but cold lips. Hot fingertips.

Before Bruce realized something was wrong, or wanted to say something to reject him, he quietly exited the bedroom.

Onikiri has no breath or heartbeat, and the sense of presence after restraining his breath has never been high, and he has always been keen to accompany his master within three steps, even if he leaves half a step away, the blade hums anxiously, so Bruce only treats him as a The body that turned back into a sword returned to the shelf, and it was completely unexpected that the knife had left the bedroom.

Outside of Bruce's bedroom, 23 in the ghost cutting state had difficulty turning off the shared vision through the wall kindly provided by the system.

She closed her eyes and exhaled slowly a little irritatedly, until she finally calmed down the mood of the master controller, and then she consciously said to the system: "There can be no further delay, I must kill the clown as soon as possible."

Black had been prepared to show her the planned road map, and understood: "The shortest path, when will you act?"

23 said decisively: "Just tonight, otherwise, according to Onikiri's level of mental influence, after two more nights like this, I'm afraid I will uncontrollably bloodbath the entire Arkham Asylum, the whole thing."

"I don't recommend that the host do this. After all, such a large-scale massacre of villains may interfere with the direction of the entire DC world."

Black was silent for a while, and then added, "But emotionally, I agree with you, so make a compromise and proceed step by step, first kill the clown and the leopard girl, and make an example to others, and then use the influence of shikigami to solve the red hood mission. Other villains."

23 is classifying super super villains, and was a little surprised when he heard this sentence: "It's a good idea...but I didn't expect you to agree to do this. It's a bit too deviant from the main line."

23 has already investigated the clown and leopard girl in this world, so it goes without saying that the clown, this insane super criminal who tortured and killed the second-generation Robin with a crowbar may have some unique charms of villains, but this can't offset the fact that he is capable of thousands of years The crime of slaying by knife.

There is also Barbara Minerva, the leopard girl. She infiltrated into the magic artifact storage room of the Eye of the Sky, where she stole the god-killing blade possessed by the cheetah goddess of the Thain tribe. She has hurt Superman and tried to control it with poison Batman even tried to infect Wonder Woman with a virus.

All in all, death is not a pity.

"There is a god's power in Leopard Girl's body. If I use the characteristics of the son of the lion, I can plunder it as extra money for this mission. If you want to leave an Onikiri body for Bruce as a way out, this part of the formula God's energy can be supplemented by Leopard Girl's part."

After Black explained, his gaze involuntarily fell on Bruce, who was closing his eyes to relax. It sneered and said expressionlessly: "One more thing, beauty deceives people... I now understand why King Zhou You would play with the princes only I smiled for Bo Baosi."

23 subconsciously went to see his master.

"Bao Si" was propping his forehead to calm down his emotions. With some random movements, the ties of the already loose silk nightgown were completely loosened, revealing Xiao Ban's slowly rising and firm chest. Wayne, who has been titled "Sexy Man" for ten years, is beautiful enough to make any man or woman flock to him.

Even if careerist 23 is not moved by beauty, she still has aesthetics, so she can still understand why Bruce is called the most fascinating man in the entire DC world, and why women like Thalia want to give birth to Damie Ann, looking at the obsessed eyes under the cold face of the system, she suddenly showed a clear expression.

Thinking of Bruce's monitoring all over the Wayne Manor, 23 controlled his expression well, and with his proficient acting skills, he stood upright in front of Bruce's bedroom door.

System intrusion monitoring records help the host adjust the angle.

On the bright blue screen, the tall and stern Fu Sangshen lowered his handsome head silently. He was holding a knife, and his cold palm rested on the same cold knife of Mustache, and he regained the alienation he had seen for the first time.

In the next second, countless pale golden light spots flashed past, and a ferocious purple ghost appeared in midair holding a sword in his hand, and at the same time, the body of the young man with the sword was replaced by the cross-collar warrior he was used to out of thin air. clothes, and the plush bat one-piece pajamas that Alfred gave him were kissed and kissed cherishedly, and then put away properly.

After doing all this, Fu Sangshen took a deep look at his master through the cold door, jumped from the living room window, his wide sleeves spread out like the wings of a white crane, and turned away from Wayne. manor.

The system has a complicated look, and it got too deep into the drama for a while, and almost tortured itself. There is no doubt that its host has paid a lot of attention to the master of a wolf who is external and a loyal dog. The entanglement between the two, and the reluctance to part with the master at the end are really deeply rooted in the hearts of the people... However, depending on the level of Onikiri's spiritual influence, Comrade 23 may not be all acting.

After all, Black can feel that its host is not able to get away completely, and even feels a little depressed because of this.

After 23, when I return to the Chuanguan Bureau, I will definitely be ashamed of what I did in this world and want to cut the ghost back to my soul.

The system thought carefully: Don't broadcast the mission video publicly this time. I heard that the elderly group next door has a cute short-legged African chieftain. The first mission got a double-R virgin carp spirit. How about this? Play the mission video of the newcomer once, to encourage the little cutie who is downcast because of the failure of the mission.

After all, the short-legged loli is everyone's treasure, and our mission team can't hide it.