[comprehensive] refuse to forgive color

Thea really couldn't figure out whether it was Cyclops or Wolverine who was cursed—every time Wolverine stole Cyclops' car and went out, no matter how safe the trip seemed, something happened eventually, and every time Every time it will bring disaster to the team leader's car.

every time!

No one is exceptional.

However, Wolverine still loves the "career" of stealing cars. Every time he goes out, he loves to requisition the team leader's car. Whichever one is the latest and the most handsome, he will drive away, and then wait until the car is returned. When he came back, he was always in tatters—Thea wondered if he did it on purpose.

If you can regret it, if you can turn back time, at this moment, Thea just wants to go back to the time when she was standing at the gate of Xavier College before she left school, and then faced the invitation of Wolverine on the opposite side, unswervingly and without hesitation He shook his head and said "No!", and then called Scott to report the car thief who had attacked his car for the first time.

This is the new motorcycle I bought the day before laser eyes—even the seat cushion is not warm yet!

Unfortunately, everything has become a foregone conclusion, and it is too late to regret it.

Thea felt that at this moment, she should make the most sensible decision-to draw a line with the car thief and to distance herself from it.

Wolverine shrugged, then came over naturally and put his arms around her shoulders: "I brought you here, and I have to bring you back as it is."

Everyone is an accomplice, and if they die, they should die together.

Thea raised her head and smiled at him, but the words she said were not as soft as her smile: "Isn't it because you are afraid of Scott that you want to drag me back with you, Luo? root?"

The strong man moved his neck immediately and sneered: "Am I afraid of that skinny man?"

Thea immediately nodded in satisfaction, stretched out her hand and patted the man's chest, then broke free from his useless immediate confinement, trotted and hid behind her brother, with half of her face peeking out from his shoulder, rushing He waved his hand: "Then... goodbye?"

Wolverine has nothing to do with her, but it is impossible to really care about a little girl. In the end, he can only reach out and point at her from a distance, then roll his eyes angrily, turn around and get on the already busy car. The motorcycle was riddled with holes—at least it seemed that it had not been completely scrapped for the time being, and then waved his hand casually, turned his head and walked away.

The two had had enough trouble here, and Thea made time to see the troublemaker.

It was obvious that he was not in a normal state of mind, his emotions were particularly agitated, and his strength was beyond ordinary people.Thea sized him up for a while, took a small tube of his blood and kept it, planning to take it back to the laboratory of her clinic for a good analysis.

"Now we can talk about some personal matters." After finishing the business, Green Arrow put his arms around his sister's shoulders, and turned his head to look at Hal's Barry, "You just said at the door..."

Before he finished speaking, his phone rang again.

Thea was very close, and she could vaguely hear Laurel's voice on the other end of the phone, sounding anxious.Green Arrow simply agreed, hung up the phone quickly, checked the quiver on his back, and got on his motorcycle in a blink of an eye.

"Hal...forget it," Green Arrow turned around as he started the motorcycle, his eyes stayed on Green Lantern for a while, then he shook his head and moved away, falling to the other side wearing red On the hero in uniform, "Barry, you send Thea back to New York."

The Flash, who is always helpful, immediately agreed. As soon as the words fell, Green Arrow's motorcycle rushed out and disappeared around the corner of the street in a blink of an eye.

The remaining two superheroes and the doctor girl looked at each other.

"Thea," Barry asked his friends for advice, "shall I send you back to New York?"

Thea thought about Cyclops' motorcycle that was about to be scrapped three days after he bought it, and the foreseeable intense scene of "Little Captain and Wolverine are fighting again" early tomorrow morning, and immediately became excited. , shook his head and said: "Send me to Gotham."

"Oh, sweetheart," Green Lantern called out suddenly, full of sympathy, "you are so cruel to Green Arrow."

The always kind Flash couldn't help but nodded his head: "Thea, I mean...isn't it a little bad to hide it from your brother?"

"The situation is a little bit complicated. I can't reveal his identity without authorization. You know-it's always difficult for you to ask Batman all his plans. But, I think..." Thea Rubbing between his brows, "I really have to ask when he plans to tell Ollie."

"If he had agreed to join the alliance at that time, he would have known the truth." The sympathy on Green Lantern's face became stronger, "To be honest, I really look forward to the expression on his face when he finally knows the whole thing. "

The intention of gloating in his words was too obvious, Thea immediately glared at him angrily, and compared her fists to him--my brother is the only one who can bully me, so I still have to be good in front of other people maintained.

Hal immediately patted his chest cooperatively and made a frightened look.

Thea couldn't help laughing, and turned to look at Barry.

The Flash hesitated for a while, but in the end he couldn't resist the little girl's expectant eyes—or maybe he couldn't resist the deterrent power of the title of Alliance Consultant Girlfriend, so he nodded resignedly:

"If Oliver asks in the future, I will not participate in anything."

Thea nodded.

The next moment, accompanied by a burst of red afterimages, the girl and the superhero in red uniforms had disappeared on the street.

Green Lantern glanced at the empty street where he was alone, shrugged his shoulders and shook his head, and soon flew to his own city.

……

This is the second day after the doctor girl left.

The master bedroom in Wayne Manor was still as spacious and comfortable as before, but Batman's expression didn't seem to show much relaxation and gentleness.

This night's night watch ran into some troubles - he suffered a small injury, but fortunately Robin was unharmed.

Not poisonous, not fatal, this kind of injury is not worth mentioning to the Dark Knight.

He didn't change his uniform in the Batcave, because the wound and the uniform were a little stuck together, or maybe... he remembered what the doctor girl said one day, "You don't have to change the uniform so quickly."

But there is no doctor girl waiting for him in the bedroom today.

He calmly tore his uniform away from the wound—the wound on his waist was torn open again during the movement, and a small stream of fresh blood gushed out.

But he didn't seem to have any expression, as if he didn't feel pain.

Leaving the removed uniform on the hanger in the bedroom, the knight closed the bathroom door.

The hot water poured from the shower meanders down the man's strong muscles, mixing with the sweat and blood on his body, and finally gathers and flows away at his feet, leaving no traces—as if the blood Both sweat and sweat are just an illusion of passing by.

But exhaustion is still clamoring in every nerve, and the wound on the waist is still honestly feeding back the pain.

Master Wayne turned off the shower, grabbed the bath towel to dry off the water droplets on his body, put on a bathrobe casually, and opened the bathroom door while wiping his hair as usual.

Then the Dark Knight froze for the first time.

A girl was sitting on his bed.

She was wearing his shirt, which looked baggy and almost like a nightgown. When she raised her head and smiled at herself, her slightly curly brown hair was scattered on her shoulders, and it swayed slightly with her movements, which seemed to be shaking on the heart of man.

"I broke Scott's new car." The girl said, her voice sounded soft and coquettish, "I didn't break it, it's Logan who stole Scott's car again ...Scott must be pissed, you have to protect me."

The knight didn't speak, but just took a few steps towards the bed.

"Alfred said I took my pajamas to be washed, and it's been raining again in Gotham these days, so he brought me one of your shirts before it was dry." The girl shook her head again, "I guess you Shouldn't mind."

The man had already reached the bedside, lowered his head and exchanged a kiss with her.

In fact, it was only two days since I saw each other, but this kiss seemed to have a long-lost meaning.

"You're hurt." After parting, the girl suddenly said softly.The knight lowered his head, only to realize that the girl was holding his uniform in her hand.

"There's blood on it," she said.

In fact, no matter how much blood was stained on the black uniform, it would not be obvious, but... the smell of blood is hard to hide, especially for those of them who always deal with it.

"I'm fine." Master Wayne replied, but was quickly pulled by the girl to sit down on the bed, looking up and down by himself.

Probably based on a rough judgment based on the location of the bloodstain on the uniform, she quickly located the area where his wound was located, and simply untied the belt of his bathrobe.

The Knights of Gotham seemed to have a headache, but they didn't stop it.

He saw the girl immediately opened his bathrobe, quickly found the wound on his waist, and then frowned slightly with her pretty brows—it was an emotion that made him feel a little strange.

She is... distressed.

The halo in the girl's palm was as soft and warm as ever, flowing along his wound into every blood vessel and melting into every nerve.

He saw his wound heal little by little under her palm, and finally disappeared without a trace—as if his exhaustion also disappeared into her palm.

But he suddenly felt a little itchy on the side of his waist—it was the girl who leaned down and gently kissed his original wound.

The knight stretched out his hand, pulled out the uniform she was clutching in her hand, raised his hand and threw it on the clothes hanger beside her, then took her around her waist, half-hugged her, and placed her in the middle of the bed.

The man's strong and strong body fell over in the next moment.

"You should still be on vacation tomorrow, so you don't need to get up early?" The knight's voice sounded particularly low and hoarse in the night.

The doctor girl laughed immediately: "When you get up tomorrow morning, it depends on Master Wayne."

Master Wayne reached out and turned off the light: "You can sleep until noon."