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

Since accidentally discovering the identity of the mysterious creature that appeared in Gotham, Batman added her to his file, and by the way, installed monitors and listeners in her home when she disappeared. .

After all, he couldn't let a dangerous person run around in Gotham, even if she didn't look malicious.

However, he was not prepared to startle the snake for the time being, but planned to observe secretly for a while.

Zatanna told him that the magical creature was outside the magic system of their world, so she wasn't sure if the methods she had given him to subdue the magical creature would work.The American Wizarding Association told him that this kind of magical creature with a human form generally has a very high level of intelligence and cannot easily be an enemy of her - and the American Wizarding Association really doesn't know much about magical creatures, the world knows best The expert on magical creatures comes from Hogwarts. If he really needs it, he can go to England to find the famous white wizard headmaster for help.

However, because of another large-scale prison break in Arkham, he has no spare time to watch the monitoring. The daily night watch time is exhausted because of the group of unscrupulous psychopaths. Until a week later, the last one hiding in the botanical garden Poison Ivy was successfully arrested, this tedious and dangerous work came to an end temporarily, and he was finally free to sit down in front of the bat computer and eat the cookies prepared by the old housekeeper. The cameras in the corners of Tanjiao monitored every move of the city.

The dog's panting sound is particularly obvious in the too quiet bat cave. The intrusion of foreign objects makes those sensitive winged animals hanging on the stalactites in the bat cave spread their wings and roar towards the bat cave. to hide deeper.

The well-trained little robin from the League of Assassins jumped down from the second floor lightly, and the tall Great Dane, wheezing and panting, followed his young master to the side of Batman , and the curious bird tilted their heads to look at the screen of the bat computer.

"Have you found anything, father?"

Damian sat on the back of the chair and looked at Sandra on the computer who was lying on the bed with her legs crossed, and asked Batman this way.

"She hasn't left her own apartment in the past few days, and she spends a long time every day performing a ritual similar to meditation in her room. Jason's safe house is just downstairs from her apartment, and he also Watching this thing."

Batman took a sip from the teacup Alfred put in his hand, only to realize that it contained hot milk instead of black coffee or black tea.

He wanted to protest this, but the old butler ignored his dissatisfied eyes and stood aside with his back straightened and his hands behind his back.He could only swallow his whining, feed Titus a cookie with his head resting on his lap, and put his head on his hands sullenly, staring at the monitor.

Little did Sandra know that she was being watched now, and she didn't even know that her identity was now exposed.But since she noticed something strange in her body some time ago, she has been nestling at home every day trying to use the energy in her body.

She is not afraid of her own energy now, but she is not afraid for no reason, for no reason, for no reason.

It was almost as inexplicable as she was being so afraid of the Red Hood for no reason.

The narrow room could not allow the pair of wide wings to spread out, so they could only curl up pitifully behind her back, the overly gorgeous wings spread out on the bed sheet, and the bottom row of wings with gleaming magic lines spread out. A few of the feathers were scattered, shining like a handicraft.

Sandra picked up the nearest feather.The feather was almost longer than her arm, and it was quite soft between her fingers, allowing her to knead and manipulate it, but when she raised her hand to throw it out, it easily pierced through the wall, as if stuck in cement The lime brick walls are like soft tofu, let it be slaughtered.

She touched her nose.

More than a dozen feathers have been embedded in that wall, and these are the results of her experiments in the past few days.

In the process of grinning her teeth and enduring the pain to pluck herself, she found that except for the row of feathers with the clearest magic patterns at the end of the wings, which could sharply punch a hole in the wall after leaving her, the rest of the feathers were leaving her body Afterwards it's all just harmless soft feathers.Only the row of feathers would easily detach from her body without causing pain. She simulated in her mind the effect of vigorously flapping her wings, and found that the row of feathers would look like It is shot out like a row of arrows/arrows fired in unison, which can easily turn the enemy into a hornet's nest.

All kinds of feelings made her have the illusion that she was a humanoid weapon, and she was a little uncomfortable.

She spread her palms and held her breath.The shining magic particles converged towards her palm like a flowing river of sand, and finally formed a shape like a slowly rotating nebula, which solidified little by little.

The mutated bird-like sharp eyes allow her to easily capture the movement of every particle.She was indulging in the colorful and brilliant magic fluctuations, and the magic particles formed into different shapes were as soft as plasticine between her palms, and she kneaded them at will, peacefully, as if she was watching her now. On the screen next to the display screen that detects the energy value, the violently undulating broken line ripples that almost burst out of the display frame are just like dense graffiti in a mess.

Jason squatted on the roof of an apartment building opposite Sandra's apartment building and held a high-powered telescope to watch the opposite side. He took a bite of a slightly cold taco, put down the telescope and rubbed his dry eyes, feeling rather disgusted. He kicked the arrow Roy who was squatting next to him and tossing himself.

"Ow!"

Roy covered his kicked back with a pain, and looked at Jason with aggrieved eyes: "What are you doing, little Jaybird, it hurts."

"Get away from Roy," Jason said blankly, "When I see your stupid face now, I think of the kitchen and furniture that I died under your hands."

"But you obviously didn't see my face just now!" Roy pouted childishly, then carefully inserted the red arrows/arrows in his hand back into his quiver one by one and took them from Jason's hand ’s high-power telescope: “And I just want to make a dinner with you that we cook together!”

"'Stay away from my kitchen and kitchen utensils, don't touch anything in the kitchen, whatever you try to do, stop it will explode', how many words in this sentence do you not understand? Or did I say something Words that are hard for you to understand?"

Thinking of his burning kitchen two nights ago and all the kitchen utensils and ingredients that were destroyed, Jason couldn't help but want to stuff Roy's head into his quiver or the faded green mailbox downstairs Or into anything, and then pop a few bullets into his ass to let off steam.

Sometimes there is a teammate who is as strong as manipulative ability and destructive ability to get along with me. There are always such a few days every month that I want to fly solo, or stuff the teammate's head into the ass and feed him a few pockets/bombs.

Thinking of Ye Yi strongly recommending different flavors of cereal to him in the family insider, Robin's sneer at him, and Red Robin's calm ridicule, Jason couldn't help kicking Roy's ass again. foot.

Roy clutched his butt aggrievedly, but stopped joking with Jason - after all, he didn't really want to be beaten up by his former Robin and current Red Hood teammate in Gotham, or by his Feed a few bags of bullets, or wake up in the middle of the night to find yourself stuffed in the washing machine and have intimate contact with the clothes to be washed.

That's not fun -- not fun at all.