When you have two sets of superheroes

There was a strong smell of disinfectant in the hospital, Shirley was used to it, and even had a little nostalgia for this clean medical environment after the apocalypse.

Shirley put her legs on the chair and covered them with Bruce's coat. The nurse rinsed them with hydrogen peroxide and normal saline, then picked up the cotton ball with tweezers, hesitated, and said, "Your wound is covered with too much dust. It’s the scratches on the asphalt road again, and it can’t be cleaned by just rinsing, so I need to wipe it again, it may hurt a little.”

"Okay, it's okay."

Hydrogen peroxide is less irritating to the wound, but after all, it is an object rubbing against the damaged skin, and it will definitely hurt.The nurse glanced at Bruce, who was standing aside, and became more and more nervous, shaking the hands holding the tweezers.

"Does it hurt, Shirley?"

Bruce made a sudden sound, and the nurse accidentally poked a cotton ball on it, which made her stand up suddenly, almost flipped over the chair, and apologized repeatedly in a panic.

But this pain was almost zero for Shirley. She raised her head and smiled at Bruce, saying, "It's okay, within the tolerable range."

Bruce glanced at the nurse, who was a young intern who didn't even know where to put his hands under his gaze.

"Go ahead and be careful."

The nurse sat down tremblingly, took new tweezers and cotton balls to clean the wound, then poured iodophor with gauze to cover the wound, and then pasted it with medical tape.

Bruce helped Shirley up, and Shirley returned the coat to him, and took a look at his wound.

"Seven needles, nothing." Bruce said lightly, "I'll take you home."

When Bruce was driving, everything was as usual, Shirley blinked and said, "I thought the rich second generation would be more afraid of pain?"

"I like extreme sports, and this pain is nothing." Bruce responded with ease, "And you, I thought that a beautiful lady like you is somewhat delicate."

Shirley shrugged, "Of course I would be afraid of pain if it was me, but..." She didn't continue, just smiled, and glanced at Bruce, the meaning in it was self-evident.

Bruce turned his head to meet her crescent-like smiling eyes, the corners of his mouth curled up in an arc, and he didn't speak.

When the car got downstairs, Shirley opened the door and went out, and Bruce also got out of the car, taking the roses on the back seat of the car by the way.

"Honey, you forgot this."

Shirley smiled, took the rose and hugged it.

"Won't you invite me up for a glass of water?" Bruce asked, his steel blue eyes bright and gentle, "I've been looking forward to getting to know Xiaoba."

【Xiao Jiu, tell Tony and the others to hide. 】

【receive. ] said in 1997, paused, and then added, 【Is this what happens to children when a single mother wants to bring a wild man home for the night? 】

[... Shut up and get out. 】

Shirley smiled and took Bruce's arm, "Let's go."

Shirley's residence is an ordinary single apartment in an ordinary neighborhood in Gotham City, with two bedrooms and two living rooms, less than [-] square meters.Each household has the same type of apartment, and the community is old-fashioned, with no security guards, and there is basically no possibility of interior renovation.

Bruce looked around calmly. The decoration was simple, and the furniture was mostly wood. He also opened some stainless steel and alloy cabinets, such as cupboards, under the pretext of pouring water, but found no mechanisms.

Shirley, who had been sitting on the sofa resting because of her leg injury, walked the dog leisurely and waited for Bruce to bring water. She knew that Batman would never find anything.

Bruce came out of the kitchen quickly. He handed the water glass to Shirley and asked, "Do you need to put the flowers?"

"Ah, there is a vase on the table in my room. Just throw away the flowers in it and put roses on it."

Apart from the bed, the large furniture in the room is a wardrobe. The bed is clean and unobstructed; the wardrobe is also made of wood, and Bruce shook the corners lightly. It is not heavy, at least not as heavy as a weapon.

He didn't stay longer, but before he left, he still showed his gentlemanly demeanor and told her not to get wet on the wound, to rest early, and to call him anytime if she needed help.

Bruce bent down and kissed her on the cheek, Shirley looked up, and from the corner of her eye, she saw the little superheroes grabbing the door frame of her bedroom and poking their heads out to look at them dumbfounded. Putting her arms around his neck, she also kissed him, and gestured with her right hand resting on the back of his neck.

The little Chaoying quickly shrank back.

"Your injury is serious, you should rest well."

Shirley, who has no experience in caring about others, could only hold back this sentence.

After seeing off Bruce, Shirley threw herself on the bed and rolled around. Tony flew up first and asked angrily, "Are you really fascinated by that Batman?!"

Shirley sat up all of a sudden, "tony—"

"Don't worry, there is no monitoring device, I asked Friday to check it." Tony waved his hand, "As for monitoring... I don't think Batman would install such a nasty thing in a single woman's home?"

Shirley rubbed her forehead and lay back down again.

Steve said, "Is he suspicious of you?"

"Obviously, isn't it?"

Peter looked at her worriedly: "Sister, what happened today, how did you get hurt?"

Shirley told them about the accident and the new mission. Steve hadn't forgotten about Batman, and asked persistently, "Sister, he's investigating you, so he—"

"Obviously, Steve," Shelly repeated, turning to look at Steve, and said, "But that's what's interesting."

Clint looked at Steve strangely, bent his elbow and bumped him, and asked, "What's the matter, although I also don't think he's an ordinary person, but it's not that bad, right?"

Steve pursed his lips and said in a muffled voice, "I don't know, it's just my intuition...he's different from other npcs."

"It's just a copy, don't think too much." Natasha comforted.

Steve said, "...Maybe."

Banner asked Shirley: "Did you see the person who threw the poker?"

"No, it was too messy at the time, and I didn't even know if he saw me." Shirley frowned, "And what is that exploding playing card? It's the first time I've seen it."

Tony pondered for a while, then said: "According to what you said, the texture is hard—at least it's not ordinary paper playing cards, it's golden in color, maybe some kind of metal, then there may be grooves on the edges, and the bombs are sealed in the grooves. It exploded after a violent impact, or a chip was placed in the poker, manual detonation or timing detonation are possible.”

"The combination of playing cards and dynamite..." Clint thought deeply, "It's very dexterous, and at the same time has great power. You said that if one suddenly flew in from the window now—"

Peter shot out the spider web and slammed the window shut.

"Maybe." Shirley sat up abruptly, Clint's words woke her up, and she changed into a vest and trousers that were easy to move with one click, "To be honest, if you want to complete the task, you can only wait for that person to come to me. Otherwise, even if it happens again, I may not be able to find that person."

"What about Batman? I mean, Bruce Wayne, does he know that the dart you shot helped him?"

"It's hard to say, I'm not sure if the surveillance has captured anything. To be honest, even if he doesn't know, but based on how suspicious he is of me now..."

Peter was puzzled: "But didn't he find nothing just now?"

Shirley smiled, and reached out to poke the cute little cheek.

"Batman doesn't stop doubting because he can't find evidence."

Peter was stunned: "Then, why not?"

Natasha squinted her eyes. Not only did she not feel nervous, but Shirley felt a little bit of anticipation. She also poked Peter, and the old god said: "He will only feel that he has met an opponent."

Shirley went back to her room to rest after eating something casually. She sat on the bedside and read a book, and put the little superheroes back into her backpack, all relying on conscious communication.

The night was so peaceful that Shirley couldn't help but wonder if the killer didn't realize it was him.This leisure continued until it was close to twelve o'clock, when there was a sudden noise outside the door, Shirley put on her slippers and went out to check, but no one was found through the cat's eyes.

When she returned to the room, she saw a blond man in a windbreaker leaning against the window sill, the window behind him was wide open.

Shirley paused, with a look of panic on her face: "Who are you?"

The man tilted his head and looked at her, Shirley turned around and ran away without saying a word, this is a residential area, and a poker card with an explosive attribute cannot bear it, so she can't do it here.

The man caught up with Shirley in a few steps, grabbed her clothes and threw her to the ground.

"So you can only throw darts?" The man snorted lightly, grabbed Shirley's neck with one hand and pushed her against the wall, "Okay, little cat, my name is Sean, remember my name, see you in the next life .”

Shirley kicked his lower body violently, and Sean was unprepared, gasping for breath in pain, his movements and even his strength froze for two seconds.Shirley picked up the vase on the table next to her with her right hand and threw it at his head, pushing him away and running outside.

Sean cursed and stumbled after her. Shirley lived on the second floor, and ran out of the residential building within a few steps, and went outside through the back door of the community.

[Sister get down! 】

Xue Li pounced forward, a poker card flew over her head and pierced into a tree trunk not far away, Xue Li rolled away on the spot, but was still staggered by the sound of the explosion, He was caught by Sean when he was about to get up.

The law and order in Gotham is not good, usually there are no people after ten o'clock, and those who dare to hang out outside at twelve o'clock are either gangsters or drug dealers.

as well as……

Shirley raised her hand to block Sean's slap towards her, and before she could make a move, she saw a figure flying over her head, and a bat dart shot obliquely, pushing away Sean who was suppressing Shirley.

Batman!