[Zongyingmi] What can I do, I am also desperate

"Are you planning to go out like this?"

Tim glanced at Sandra up and down, and asked politely.

"Is there anything wrong with my appearance?"

Sandra looked down at herself.The magic robe condensed by the magic power is bright and gentle sky blue, with layers of silver-blue vines and feathers floating up from the feet of the robe, echoing the darkly shining magic patterns on her wings.Her current appearance looks shiny from head to toe, which does not seem to fit the customs of Gotham.

Sandra was silent for a moment, then asked hesitantly, "How about I change into a robe of a darker color?"

It's not the question at all, is it? !

There are very few people who can make Tim speechless, Bart is one, and now Sandra is obviously one.

"Aren't you going to cover your face with something?"

But in the end Tim decided to tolerate the mental retardation of his teammates.After all, they were recruited by themselves, no matter how retarded they were, they had to endure it.

Although now he regrets it a bit.

Sandra seemed to be enlightened - and then she explained to Tim as if she just remembered it: "I forgot to tell you about this, I put a spell on my face, but yes You are immune, others cannot see my face clearly."

"What if the spell fails?"

Tim still didn't agree with Sandra's approach.In his eyes, Sandra's approach is undoubtedly quite unsafe.Leaving aside the time limit of the spell, they are going to Hogwarts School of Magic and Magic. Even if Dumbledore's character is trustworthy, they should not expose themselves so easily and expose their secrets Status is not a good thing for them.

Sandra scratched her hair and looked a little embarrassed: "I originally wanted to make a magic prop for use... But it may be because of my lack of ability or the material, I always failed to make a mask, and then simply Don't do it, just use a confusion spell."

"Anyway, you won't reveal my secret identity casually, will you?"

Sandra looked at Tim with a big smile.Tim sighed inwardly, and he ground out a Minodo mask from his universal belt and handed it to Sandra.

"Use it for now," Tim said inexplicably tired like a mother with a bear child, "at least it's better than having nothing covering your face."

"...Why did you even prepare an extra mask... Could it be that there is actually another mask stuck under this mask on your face? My God, little red bird, you are simply too scary."

While taking over the mask that only covers the eyes, Sandra looked at the Minodo mask on Tim's face and couldn't help but feel emotional.

"...Why do you talk so much nonsense, do you want it?"

Tim finds it hard to resist* smashing the mask on Sandra's face and walking away, but he manages to ask.

He is the Red Robin who leads the Titans, he has even endured the pulse, what else can't be tolerated.

Tim enlightened himself in this way, and found that he could face Sandra calmly.Even if it's only temporary.

Sandra tried twice and successfully fixed the mask on her face.Although she has always been curious about what kind of blindness caused everyone to fail to recognize the hidden identities of the superheroes with such a small mask, it is probably like a long time ago when Batman landed It is an unsolved mystery that the sound can wake up a sleeping pig, but everyone still pretends to be deaf and dumb and pretends not to hear the sound.

"How do we get there? Fly over?"

Sandra hovered lightly in the air on her tiptoes. Tim found that all superheroes who could fly seemed to have such a habit. As long as they could fly—or levitate or something, they would basically not be serious Standing, and Sandra seems to have this habit now.

Even if it is an acquired mutation, is it still easy to form such a habit?

While thinking about this question, Tim answered Sandra's question: "Several days have passed since you flew to England. We passed the Floo network from the American Association of Magic."

Sandra thought about it, and decided to ask Tim if he knew that it was necessary to drill the fireplace to go through the Floo network.

"...Have you used the Floo network of the American Association of Magicians before?"

she asked tactfully.

Tim gave Sandra a strange look and said, "Of course not, have you used it?"

Of course I don't have a boss either.

Sandra finally decided to swallow her words back into her stomach, and shook her head silently.

Tim reached out to Sandra, and Sandra obediently reached out and took his hand and flew Tim up.Although Sandra had already sent the information of the Magic Association to Sandra, but because Sandra [deleted] like a mentally retarded [deleted] just entered this industry not long ago, Tim still added to Sandra like an old mother Let's talk about the Magic Association.

"Since the establishment of the American Association of Magic, it has basically kept out of contact with the world of ordinary people. Wizards even forbid marrying ordinary people, so we basically know very little about the American Association of Magic. The information given to you is from recent years Mutants and aliens are gradually increasing. After the establishment of the Justice League, the American Association of Magic tried to give us an invitation to cooperate. Before that, basically no ordinary people knew about the wizarding world in the United States—ordinary people refer to All people without superpowers. But because Batman still has people from the Dark Justice League, he knows more about the magic world, so the information I gave you is also more detailed."

How should I put it... Is it worthy of being called Batman?

Sandra raised the altitude while thinking this way, and flew in the direction indicated by Tim.

To be honest, the feeling of being led by Sandra is much better than the feeling of being led by Superboy - after all, there is no force field on Superboy's body to support him to pull his hand, it depends entirely on his arm strength Live and fly for so long.And because Sandra has a force field supporting her flight and the weight on her body, she basically doesn't feel anything other than a little soreness in her arms after being pulled by her for a long time.

"New York? I'll take you there directly."

After knowing that the destination was New York, Sandra immediately said to Tim like this: "I tested my teleportation ability in my free time before, but it can only be used in places where I can construct the scene in detail—even if It doesn't matter if I don't know the place name, as long as I can build a detailed enough scene in my mind, I can teleport to that place with enough precision."

Sandra pulled Tim up with her arm, and then hooked Tim's waist with one hand so that he could use both hands to operate the tiny computer on his wrist.

Tim was indifferent to such an intimate action. He freed his hand to manipulate the microcomputer on his wrist and then projected a 3D three-dimensional model, which looked like a building.

"is this okay?"

Showing that miniature model in front of Sandra, Tim asked.

"Is there any color? It would be better to have some specific logo or something."

Because the condition for her teleportation is a sufficiently detailed scene construction, the simpler the scene, the more likely she is to teleport to any similar corner in the world.However, if there is even one feature, even a small stain on the wall, she can anchor more accurately and be less prone to errors.

"3D projection and color are not so convenient, the picture is sent to your mobile phone."

Sandra freed her hand to touch her phone. After loading the picture, she locked on the picture tightly, her reddish-brown eyes shrank slightly, as if she wanted to imprint the picture deep in her mind.

Once the broad wings are folded, it will have an overwhelming effect on those who are covered under the wings.Tim instinctively became alert and looked at Sandra's folded wings, and then his eyes fell into darkness, as if everything outside was isolated by this small independent space, only a shallow streamer in this area Floating slightly in the darkness, Tim recognized that it was the light brought by the magic lines on Sandra's wings.

"reached."

Stepping on the hard ground under his feet, the darkness and those mysterious lights receded from his eyes.The warm yellow light of the street lamp tore through the overwhelming darkness. Tim took a closer look, and it turned out that he had arrived at the place he had instructed Sandra before.Uneasy, he turned on the GPS to confirm the current location, and it was indeed the place he had made an appointment with the Magic Association.

"It looks quite accurate," Sandra let go of her arms around Tim's waist and looked around. Seeing that Tim didn't respond, it was obvious that he hadn't teleported to the wrong place, so she couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction, " I really thought something would go wrong if I brought someone to play like this for the first time."

"...so you haven't tried this before?"

Tim couldn't help but a series of "kill this person, anyway, there is no one now", "or fire her from Titans, anyway, there are enough Titans", "Calm down is at least a little more reliable than Bart "After violent mood swings like this, I suppressed the urge to beat Sandra to death in this dark place where no one was even a camera, perfect place to throw Sandra's body, and asked with a wooden face, trying to calm down .

"No, of course I have tried to lead people to do this, otherwise how dare I lead people to do this."

Sandra looked at Tim inexplicably, completely unaware that her boss had gone through a series of violent psychological fluctuations from killing her and abandoning her to being calm. Looking at Tim was like looking at a cute little fool: " I just thought it would be a bit of a surprise to lead people to do this for the first time, such as teleporting to the wrong place or something... But it seems that this requirement is not as strict as I imagined."

Tim took a deep look at Sandra, and felt that this person was not only full of the fear of troubles carved in the bones of Gotham people, but also full of troubles carved in the bones of Gotham psychopaths.

"You are here?"

A deep male voice suddenly came from the depths of the alley. Tim and Sandra turned their heads together. Sandra relied on her superior eyesight to clearly see the visitor hidden in the darkness by the light of the street lamp. appearance.Holding a magic wand, a man with a serious and vigilant appearance, unexpectedly wearing a suit and leather shoes, looked quite capable, and then walked out of the darkness.

He looked at Tim and Sandra, and his eyes fell on the pair of prominent wings on Sandra's back for a moment before continuing: "I will take you to the Magic Association—now, please put your hands on mine." No matter what happens, don't let go of your hand."

Sandra quickly realized that this was the rhythm of Apparition, and without much hesitation, she put her hand on it and grasped it tightly, for fear that if she let go, Apparation itself would become two parts, and one part would stay here. , a section in the Magic Association.

And Tim obviously got some kind of hint, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the man's wrist with a calm demeanor, followed by a "(Apparition)", and then accompanied by a violent twisting and pulling feeling, all three of them disappeared in the in place.