[Comprehensive British and American] Justice Passerby

At about twelve o'clock, everyone else went back to their rooms to rest. Clark rushed back to the Metropolis early because he had to work overtime, leaving Freya alone in the living room to eat the extra food that Alfred specially made for her. supper.The old housekeeper thoughtfully brushed an extra layer of fudge on these chocolate brownies. The nuts inside were also soaked in honey, and there was jam on the side. No one in the entire estate could finish a piece without changing their expressions and still remember it. endless.

The big bear was already snoring and sleeping sprawled in the den.

Freya ate all the desserts, and the show on TV made her giggle at first, and it didn't take long for the host's speech to be lullaby-like.She didn't know when she fell asleep leaning on the back of the sofa, and when Bruce finally brought Damian into the living room from the Batcave, the sky was already a little dark.

Batman's face was deeply tired, he only took off his visor, and his wet hair was steaming in the cold winter.

"I shouldn't have kept you waiting for me," Bruce said apologetically, "tonight a den under Penguin was exposed in the process of fighting for territory with several other gangsters, we arrived in time, I found something interesting—the government department seems to have secretly imprisoned a special experimental subject to study new weapons."

"Do you know who it is?" Freya asked in a daze.

"The label on the data is Class B, and the last individual who was classified as Class B was Zod." Bruce said.

Freya woke up immediately.

"Aliens?" she asked. "An alien being imprisoned by the government for experimentation?"

"I'm afraid it is." Bruce frowned, "This matter should be listed as one of the top priorities after the establishment of the alliance."

Freya nodded in agreement.

There was a rusty smell in the air.

"Damian, you're injured." She turned her head to check, and said with certainty, ready to get up to get the medical kit.

"Small things." Damian himself didn't care, as if the stabbing here more than an hour ago was as common as eating and drinking water, "I'll go upstairs to bandage and rest for a few days, and I'll be fine."

"I have said many times, don't let your guard down, don't patronize your opponents." Bruce said coldly, "I hope this merciful knife can teach you a lesson, no, maybe I was wrong, I hope this knife can help you Keep your mind clear for at least ten and a half months."

"Bruce," Freya exclaimed, "for God's sake, he's still a kid."

She went to Nakajima to make a cup of hot cocoa, and Damian's palm was cold. "Drink it, I'll bandage you, and then go to sleep."

"He's gone," Bruce said. "If you don't take it seriously, who knows where you'll end up—"

He didn't go on.

"Old man! I can hear you!" Damian yelled at the same time, taking a sip of hot cocoa.

Freya took out the gauze from the medicine box she put under the coffee table the day before yesterday, and the battle suit was separated under her hands like a piece of cloth, revealing the bloody incision underneath.

"So you call it a minor injury." She pulled off the lid of the disinfectant solution, soaked it with a clean towel and wiped it from the side, "I could have patrolled with you, or at least helped in difficult situations .”

"Gotham is mine," Bruce said slowly, "Thank you for your kindness."

Freya sighed inwardly.

After taking care of the injury, Damian thanked her and went upstairs to his room.Alfred, who did not know when he appeared, put away the mug. There was no surprise on his face, let alone trying to persuade him, but his footsteps were a little heavy.

"You..." Freya was about to speak.

"It's getting late, you should go to bed." Bruce interrupted, looking at the clock.

"You made me wait for you, Bruce, I'd rather see now the reason why I waited all night." Freya said with a straight face.

Bruce hesitated for a moment, then nodded curtly.

I don't know what came to mind, the solemnity faded a little from his eyes, and a rare light color appeared from the deep seabed.

"I made you something." Bruce's blue eyes twinkle with almost boyish complacency. "Think you'll need it."

"What?" Freya asked, but she didn't get an answer until she followed him into the Batcave.

The bat cave was quiet, and the dim lights cast a terrifying shadow on the cool-toned equipment.This cold studio should be resisting, but when Freya looked around, she felt a warmth floating like a feather.

Compared with the last time I came down, there is a huge cabinet in the corner of the Batcave, which is divided into many compartments. A set of red and blue uniforms is now hanging in the long cabinet on the far left.

Bruce noticed her gaze, and said sarcastically, "Superman is always so naive and gullible, that's why Luthor played him with applause time and time again."

Freya glanced at the neat little red boots under her uniform, and made up her mind not to answer.But the smile on her face still offended the Dark Knight.

The Guardian of Gotham snorted, walked over to the workbench and pressed the button.A glass case rises from the ground, surrounded by icy mist.

Something loomed in the white cyclone.

"I just made it not long ago." He opened the cabinet and took off a half-face mask from the high bracket.

The whole body of the mask is golden, as thin as a cicada's wing, and you can faintly see the strange lines on it.Its edges are shaped like wings, and each feather is carved extremely delicately.

"It's so beautiful." Freya couldn't help blurting out, she reached out to touch the cold and smooth feathers, "But I—"

"Although it looks fragile, its material is actually very strong," Bruce interrupted her modest words, "it's more than enough for a visor."

He was making a gift, but he spoke very fast, like an order.

Freya smiled.

"I believe it's durable." She said obediently, without further arguing, but changed the subject, "The lines on it are a bit like characters."

Bruce seemed to be relieved, and he flicked the bullet visor with his fingers.

"This is a rune, a rune, representing stability. This mask will never be taken off when you don't want to."

"Genius." Freya sighed, "Where's the feather on the edge?"

"The last time you took Rogers to the hospital someone took a picture," Bruce replied.

Take Steve to the hospital.

"Ah, I see." She suddenly realized, "Wings."

"Wings," Bruce said, "Golden Wings, the shock at that time was suppressed by the news of Captain America's assassination, and then slowly rebounded. Now they call you Dragon Girl."

"It's better than Dinosaur Woman." Freya shuddered.

"People generally think that these are two people," Bruce curled his mouth, "but some editorialists speculate that they are two forms of the same person. This is a good thing, Freya, when the alliance is launched, you will need a code name."

"Okay. Compared to Batman or Superman, I don't seem to have anything to complain about." Freya folded her arms, "Batman and Superman, people's imagination always disappoints."

"You know I can still change the codename that's announced to the public before the league announces it?" Bruce said.

"Batman is cool." Freya corrected immediately.

Bruce gave her a bat death ray and didn't hold onto it.

"Try it. Use your strength."

He held the mask up in the air with both hands.

Freya took a step back and looked at her position.

She opened her right hand, a stream of light flashed, and five long sharp claws sprang out from between her fingers.The tips of these dark golden claws have curved arcs, and they are black all over, like a dagger with a cold gleam.

"Be careful," if Bruce is surprised, he doesn't show it, and says half-jokingly, "don't chop off my hand."

Freya glared at him, her index finger fell on the mask and slid down, making a teeth-stinging sound of metal rubbing.

"what?"

Her eyes lit up.

The golden dragon waved its arm, and its claws, which could cut gold and iron, slashed from top to bottom to meet the mask.Fire splashes.

Bruce's arm sank in a practiced way, letting go of the force.

When the sparks dissipated, the thin mask remained unharmed.

"What is it?" Freya turned her claws into fingers and stopped experimenting.

"Zhenjin." Bruce's eyes were full of smiles, as if he was very proud that his creation had resisted the violent attack of aliens.

Zhenjin.

Panther's introduction to sound-absorbing steel still rings in my ears.

Freya sighed. "It's too expensive."

"I built watchtowers for the Alliance, but you think this little piece of vibration gold is precious." Bruce laughed.

"The watchtower is for the alliance, and the mask is for me." Freya looked up at him.

Bruce was silent for a moment, his blue eyes seemed to light up.

"It's for you," he said gruffly. "I haven't built anything like it before, but at least it works, so take it anyway."

"I couldn't have liked it more." Freya discerned the hidden problem from his words, and shook her head with a smile, "Thank you, Bruce, ten thousand times."

Satisfied, Bruce hung the mask back on the stand.

He operated on the computer a few times, dismissed a yellow warning that just popped up, and suddenly called up an encrypted folder as if thinking of something, and opened the photos in it.

"Your wings," Bruce said, looking at the photo, "they look very strong. Does showing your wings or not showing them affect your combat effectiveness?"

"Yes. It makes me faster and stronger." Freya nodded, "But for reasons you understand, I only restored my wings once during the five years I was on Earth except when I first came here."

Bruce zoomed in on the image, staring at it without blinking.

"The edges of these feathers look sharp."

"Their intensity can be controlled," Freya said.

"And the pointed claws, which—"

"Do you want to see it?" Freya finally couldn't help asking. It's not every day that you can make an older man who has experienced a lot show a child's anxiety and eagerness for knowledge.

Bruce hesitated, seeming to find this a very offensive request.

"You have to see it." Freya said comfortingly, "Come on, it's not hard to do."

Batman resolutely refused to admit his curiosity about them, but only declared that he would make an extra note in the league's superhero files so that he could analyze their combat effectiveness in the future.

A few minutes later they walked out along the Batmobile's tunnel, until they reached the vast space where the valve in the lake leaked down to the waterfall.

Bruce stood a little further away warily.

Freya nodded at him.

She floated into the air, her hands clenched into fists, her arms crossed in front of her lower abdomen.

At first there was silence.

Immediately there was a huge sound that filled the entire space.

"call!"

The violent wind gushes in all directions, and the rushing waterfall is lifted up by the violent air flow, and it washes against the gate in retrograde direction.

"call!"

Bruce's cheeks are pressed against his teeth, and he can barely keep his eyes open, the low pop of air buzzing in his ears.

A pair of huge, golden dragon wings appeared behind Freya.Like a raging flame spreading, or like a blazing sun bursting out, the dragon wings that cover the sky and the sun are raised high in the air, and the magnificent light sweeps away all the darkness.

Water falls from the sky and slides off the feathery surface.

"Wow." It took a long time for Bruce to regain his ability to speak.

He got closer, racked his brains, but found nothing in the end, so he could only repeat——

"Wow."