Anti-Hero Lola [Comprehensive Anglo-American]

It's over, Tim thought desperately.

He is really inexperienced in acting like a baby, and he doesn't know what to do. His expression just now must have been ugly, and his performance must have been very bad. Batman's delay in speaking must be because he gave Scared... God, why would he follow Laura's suggestion so hard?

Tim was nervous and depressed because of the failure of the plan, regretted because Batman didn't respond for a long time, was shy, and felt a little sad and lost...for a while, his heart was full of emotions and his thoughts were messed up. Every emotion was tasted.

Batman still hesitated to answer his question at this juncture.

Tim's face turned red.

Should have known that Lola was unreliable!He thought bitterly, what a fool he was to listen to Laura!

Batman remained silent.

The domino mask couldn't cover Tim's face at all, his cheeks were flushed, and standing in front of Batman at this moment, almost every muscle in his body was interpreting "distress".

Batman's eyes are hidden behind the mask, but Tim knows he must be watching himself intently, probably wondering why he's behaving so strangely.

And then, just when Tim is almost fainting with embarrassment, Batman speaks.

"An unknown figure recently appeared in Gotham City, code-named Red Hood. He has killed the leaders of nearly a hundred small gangsters raging in Gotham City, and has taken all the members of these gangsters under his command."

Tim listened intently.

Batman's deep voice remained unchanged: "I'm going to investigate something related to him. You can join in."

Tim stood at attention, and his tone was so sweet because of being overly happy, almost with a milky voice: "Okay, I understand!"

As he sat typing away at his computer, Tim secretly thought:

...It's not like you can't listen to Laura's words.

At least she knows how to deal with Batman.

In the dark alleys of Gotham, Red Hood put the muzzle of the gun on the opponent's head.

"You know shit," he snarled, "I told you the fuck to keep your head down and be careful not to get Batman's attention, and what did you sons of bitches do?"

"I said that it is forbidden to sell drugs to minors, and it is not allowed to recruit inexperienced little devils casually, and it is not allowed to rape. Did you eat it?"

He wasn't too angry when he spoke, but his height of more than 1.8 meters and his big body, including the gun that was directly on top of someone's head, made people tremble uncontrollably.

"We are the gangsters of Gotham!" The person who was trampled by him finally couldn't help shouting, "Fuck. Your way! With so many rules, you are still a gangster!"

Red Hood looked at him sullenly.

It was hard to see his expression from the red helmet that tightly wrapped his head, but everyone present couldn't help but jump in fear.

Sure enough, after a muffled sound, the guy who had just played the debate contest with the red hood froze, and then fell to the ground in convulsions.

Red and white brains sprayed out from the side where the bullet flew out all over the floor.

Red Hood glanced at the ground wearily: "Clean up this place."

He put away the gun and stepped onto the black motorcycle parked aside without looking back.

The motor roared, he kicked the ground, and shot into the thick fog of Gotham City like a sharp arrow.

—Wait and see, Batman.

"What on earth is your idea?" The little spider followed behind Lola, chattering non-stop because of nervousness, "I've just built up trust in you, Carmen, but now I'm starting to doubt..."

"What do you suspect? Your intuition?"

"No, it's my IQ." said the little spider.

"Don't worry about this, little bug. Your IQ is beyond doubt. I have watched your competitions before." Laura said, "You are very agile and full of creativity. This is a rare talent."

"You really think so?"

"I really think so." Lola paused. "Okay, here we are."

They stopped under a residential building. Peter had paid careful attention to the surrounding environment along the way, but no matter how he looked at it, it was just an ordinary residential building.

Laura said, "We can take the stairs, or we can go directly through the outer wall. Which do you choose?"

The little spider chose to climb up from the outer wall. He climbed into the window that Lola pointed out to him, and tiptoed to the floor-to-ceiling window, trying to look in through the gap in the thick curtain——

The curtains were pulled open.

The little spider jumped back in fright.

The floor-to-ceiling windows slid gently to the sides, and a young-looking boy—in a red uniform and a domino mask—looked Peter around quickly.

Despite the blindfold, when he looked over, Peter still had the illusion that he was being carefully judged by the other party.

Maybe it's not a delusion, because Lola sometimes sees him that way.

It's just that Laura's eyes are always full of interest, with smiles on the corners of her eyes and brows, so she doesn't make people angry.

"Come in, Spider-Man," the boy said, "I'm Red Robin."

Another person in the room turned on the light, it was Laura, her red windbreaker dazzled a little under the light.

"Come in and sit down, boys," she said cheerfully. "Come in, and don't be so restrained. If there is any danger in this house, I won't let your blood spill on the carpet."

"Red Robin?" Little Spider's voice and Laura's voice sounded at the same time, "I've only heard of Robin—"

"The first two were Robin, and I'm Red Robin." Tim explained calmly.

"I've never heard about you," Little Spider said enthusiastically, "Did you change your codename to 'Red Robin' to distinguish yourself from the previous two?"

"Yes," Tim said, "but I don't really want to talk about it."

The little spider hit a soft nail in the conversation, but he didn't care about it. He was still very curious about Tim: "How old are you? You shouldn't do such a dangerous thing at your age."

"I'm sure you've heard that phrase in many people's mouths," Tim said, still nonchalantly, "I'll just use what you said to refute them as my answer."

The little spider blinked: "..."

"I made you coffee, boys," Lola said appropriately, bringing with it the mellow aroma of coffee.

She walked lightly to Peter and Tim, put the coffee in her hand in front of them, and then walked briskly, spinning and disappearing in front of Peter and Tim.

"..."

"..."

"Accept my apologies if I said something offensive," Peter offered. "This is the first time I've ever spent time with, uh, a 'Robin'—Batman's sidekick."

"It's nothing." Tim was silent for a while, "I think I'm too sensitive about this matter, please forgive me, but I hope you don't bring up the past Robin..."

"What a pity." Peter sighed. "I liked the first Robin very much. His movements of swinging around tall buildings with ropes were the lightest and most graceful of all Robins, and he was even better than bats in this respect." Heroes are better."

Red Robin: "..."

Yes, Dick might be the best.

But—but if he just admitted it like that, it would be too cruel for Jason.

Red Robin fell silent.

Laura, who was leaning in the kitchen and drinking her own cup of coffee, couldn't help shaking her head—what a talent and a coincidence, Peter's every word just happened to hit what Tibbo didn't want to say.

Jason.Then Lola thought, Is Jason okay?

She silently turned the coffee cup in her hand, and after drinking it all in one gulp, she nimbly approached Peter and Tim who were in a predicament with nothing to say.

"Boys," she said, "it's a long night and we've got things to do."

Xavier Academy, Wanda suddenly opened her eyes.

She got out of bed and went to the closet, and slowly chose a suit of clothes that would not hinder her movement, and then he took the shoes in his hands and walked out of the room slowly.

She was careful not to wake anyone up.

But the one who could always feel her woke up anyway.

Wanda went downstairs, squatted on the ground and changed her shoes. On the grass, a figure was waiting for her.

"Wanda," he said.

"Pietro," Wanda said.

The twins stared at each other silently for a while, and Pietro let out a sudden breath: "Can't you still tell me what you did for Rebecca?"

"...I can't," Wanda said, "I don't remember."

"She erased your memory?"

"I voluntarily. I agree."

"I don't understand why you're doing so much," Pietro said, "Yes she promised she'd keep you from getting out of hand, but—"

"She did it, Pietro." Wanda interrupted him, "We all know how terrible my ability will be if I lose control. The essence of the power of the Scarlet Witch is not magic, but to change the 'probability'. If the ability goes berserk, the entire mutant group will be destroyed."

Her tone was so sure, it was as if she had actually seen the sight.

"But it's just a guess, Wanda."

"...This is not just a hypothesis," Wanda said, "Although it is unbelievable to say so, I have experienced time travel. The Doctor is Rebecca's friend, and he took me to see countless pasts and futures , Pietro," Wanda's voice suddenly became extremely earnest, "Whether you want to believe it or not, today's 'now' is the result of my countless efforts."

"Tell me what she asked you to do," Pietro said. "Just tell me what you know."

"...she asked me to take care of Laura."

They all know that Laura is the Rebecca of the parallel world, and Rebecca is the Laura of the parallel world.

Pietro nodded: "That answer makes sense."

"Sorry," Wanda said, and she took a few steps forward, reaching up to touch Pietro's cheek, "I'm just too scared that I'm going to lose control, you don't know how scary it would be, Pietro, if you're like me Having seen that scene with your own eyes, you will do whatever it takes to stop me."

Pietro put his hand on the back of Wanda's hand: "It's not sure. I'm not sure if I will shoot my dearest sister."

But his tone had softened, and he had put on his goggles.

"You must be going far away." He said, "Come on, I'll take you there."

Wanda laughed. She put her arms around Pietro's neck and jumped up lightly. Pietro caught her firmly and hugged her horizontally in his arms.

"—In summary." Laura said, "This mission requires our full cooperation."

"Wait, wait," cried the little spider, "You said there are thousands of mutants in the sewers of Manhattan?"

"Yes."

"This is impossible!"

"Why not?"

"Because—because if there are so many stray mutants, Mr. Stark will know!"

"He knows." Laura's voice was still light, but also very cruel. "He just didn't do anything."

"..." The little spider was speechless.

But his face under the mask was full of defiance: Mr. Stark was not this kind of person.

Laura glanced sideways at Tim.

"Mr. Stark didn't do nothing." Tim explained helplessly under Lola's wink, "He has been providing these wandering mutants with the necessities of life, including food, clothing, and necessary medicines. Continue to supply those mutants with some other non-essential daily necessities."

"—but to a large extent, he just maintained the basic survival requirements of these people," Laura spread his hands, "it's not much different from doing nothing, after all, those mutants can survive in the sewer even on their own. To 'survive', what they lose is..."

Lola tilts her head to stare at Tim over her shoulder.

"Dignity." Tim, who received the signal, answered helplessly.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel who cast [Mine]: 1 piece of Luo Sheng

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 100 bottles of raccoons

Laura: Boys are the cutest when they are ashamed and afraid, babbling, grievances, but trying to pretend nothing happened, and acting like adults!

Old Bat: ... Hmm.

According to the reaction of the master in so many comics I read, he likes acting like a baby.

The villains who can act like a baby are treated very well in his hands [What the hell am I talking about?]

But he won't change his mind because of being coquettish, he will only go downhill because of being coquettish