When you have two sets of superheroes

Sean was obviously afraid of this well-known dark knight, he took a few steps back in a panic, threw three poker cards backhand, turned and ran.

Batman immediately protected Shirley from avoiding it, and raised his cloak to wrap her around her. The playing cards exploded when they hit an obstacle not far away.

"I'll take you back."

Batman said succinctly.

Before Shirley asked how to get back, he picked her up with one hand, shot the grapple gun and fell directly into the corridor on the second floor of the residential building, Shirley was put on the ground by Batman with a dazed expression, "You— —”

"I called the police, lock the doors and windows, and don't come out."

"...Thank you, then be careful yourself."

Shirley didn't bother, and ran home to close the doors and windows and draw the curtains as promised.

She sat in the room and waited for a while, watching the blue dot representing Batman stop in one place on the map, and then she changed into the uniform and mask she used to carry out the mission - the uniform was newly matched by Natasha, and it looked close-fitting The black leather jacket and leather pants are actually a material made of nylon and synthetic fibers. There is liquid metal in the interlayer, which can gather to the wound surface to reduce injuries when it is violently impacted.

【So tight...】

Natasha: [Just get used to it, let's go. 】

Shirley used the teleportation skill she exchanged before to come to Batman's location. When she arrived, Sean had already been cleaned up. After all, he could only be regarded as a dart shooter with a certain amount of physical training, playing with Batman. There is no chance of winning in close combat at all.

Batman knocked Sean unconscious and fell to the ground, turning his head to look at her coldly.

Shirley put down the Glock in her hand, and muttered to 1997: 【Does this count as completing the task?Should it count?Although it was Batman who caught him, even if it was a mistake, I tried my best anyway. Maybe Batman was attracted because of me? 】

1997: [...Although I really don't want to admit it, it seems to be the truth. 】

In the apocalypse, everyone is in danger, and there is no possibility of forming a team. This is the first time Shirley has completed the task so easily.

"you again."

Shirley: "Uh, hi...?"

Batman said grimly, "Get out of Gotham."

There were only three things, the first time was that she was suspected of being underage and girls were not good at doing things, the second time was because he didn't have time to deal with it, and today was the third time, and this was already the limit of his patience.

Shirley: "...I have no malicious intentions."

"One last warning. Get out of Gotham."

Steve: [Sister, the police have arrived at the entrance of the community, and they will probably come to the house as soon as possible. Do you want to come back? 】

Shirley gritted her teeth, and suddenly, she had an idea.

"Aren't you going back and looking, Batman?"

She pulled the corners of her mouth and smiled maliciously.Shirley was used to lowering her voice when she was disguising to distinguish it from usual, so the current appearance is even more threatening.

"Why, trust the abilities of your police friends so much?"

Batman's eyes turned cold all of a sudden. If he looked like he was treating a vexatious child just now, now he really looked like he was looking at an enemy.

"You know her."

Shirley said, "I won't hurt her."

"Who are you and what is your purpose?"

"First question, no comment. Second... I'm the same as you, Mr. Batman."

After speaking, Shirley's figure disappeared into the air again.

Without hesitation, Batman grabbed Sean and got into the Batmobile.

Shirley came home just as the police knocked on the door. She changed her clothes and ran out to answer the door and started her bitch act.Fortunately, the police are no more difficult to deal with than Batman, and it's okay if the eye scene is not in place. Everything is going well.

It was already past one o'clock after the inquiry and patrol inspection were completed. Shirley refused the proposal to find a new residence for her, and politely sent them away.

She locked the door and went back to the room. On the ground was a mess of bloody vase fragments and fallen roses.

Shirley picked up the roses one by one, and when she picked up the fifth one, she found that the rhizome was stained with Xiao En's blood. She couldn't help frowning, looked at the flowers in her hand with some confusion, but listened to the flowers outside the window. The voice of advanced laryngeal cancer came:

"I remember I told you to lock the doors and windows."

Shirley looked up and saw Batman hanging upside down outside. She was startled, and stumbled and said, "I, I, I, I, let me let the wind go..."

Batman came in through the window, Shirley hurriedly stood up and took a few steps back, he glanced at the flowers in Shirley's hand and the debris on the ground, and said, "Don't pick it up."

Shirley was taken aback, then lowered her head and threw the flower on the ground.

"You..." She coughed lightly and asked, "Are you injured?"

"No."

Batman stared at her, it was an extremely compelling stare, Shirley's heart tightened, she staggered her eyes, as if she was a little scared, looked at him from time to time, and slowly backed away until she reached the door.With the cover of the wall, she stretched out her right hand to get p91, an ordinary pistol, from the interlayer of the drawer.

"If you don't want me to know," Batman said, "it's best not to move your body with your arms."

Shirley showed a slightly awkward expression that was just right.

"You're safe."

Batman said finally, hopping out like a silent bat.

The next morning Shirley received a call from Bruce. She had just woken up, her eyes were blurred and she tried to cope with it. She walked over to open the inner door of the house for ventilation.

Then she saw a bouquet of roses placed by the door.

Shirley paused.

Bruce asked over there, "Shirley? What's wrong?"

"No, nothing."

Shirley opened the outer iron door to bring in the flowers, and asked Bruce, "Mr. Wayne, don't you have to go to work today?"

"Of course I'm at work, I'm in a meeting."

Shirley glanced at the phone that was talking in her hand: "???"

"Then you still-"

Bruce said with a smile in his voice, "Is it weird to call during a meeting? Especially when it's you. It's urgent, honey, and if your last name is Wayne, I'd love to let you enjoy this as well." Treated."

Shelly: "..."

"Then go ahead, I won't bother you, Mr. Wayne."

"God, I shouldn't have told you, you don't even want to talk to me." Bruce's voice was full of regret.

Shirley couldn't help laughing, "Come on, grow up, boy. You're Bruce Wayne."

The two chatted with each other, and their words were full of brisk smiles, as warm and close as friends, and even a little more sultry and ambiguous because of Bruce's intentional or unintentional words.

...However, when he thought that the person who said these words was Batman with advanced throat cancer, there was only an extremely strong sense of disobedience left.

She sent Bruce to the meeting in a few words, threw the phone aside, and went to find a new vase with the roses in her arms.

===Batcave===

"Master, these blood samples can't detect anything. According to the information from the customs, Ms. Su just entered Gotham Customs more than a week ago, and she has been living in China before. And the control over Huaguo... you too I know, no matter if Miss Su is an ordinary person or has another identity, we can't find anything."

"migrant?"

"Yes."

"..." Bruce snorted softly, "The immigrant chose to settle in Gotham?"

Afu looked at Bruce, who was looking down in thought, and asked softly: "Do you still think that—the gunman, is the same person as Miss Su? As far as last night is concerned, aside from the lack of hidden weapons in the house, just from the speed and distance Said she couldn't get back to the apartment on such short notice, let alone change out of that outfit and into civilian clothes."

"Suspicion cannot be completely ruled out." Bruce's eyes darkened, "She disappeared once when we first met, maybe it was teleportation." He lowered his eyes and said, "The auction is coming soon, Afu, Help me prepare the dress and matching jewelry, and send it to Shirley the day after tomorrow."

Near noon, Bruce went back to his room and changed his clothes, ready to go to Shirley's house.

The old butler handed him the well-matched shirt, and watched Bruce button it up, covering up the intricate scars on his body bit by bit.

"Sir," he said, "if Miss Su wasn't the shooter, what are you going to do?"

Bruce's movements were not slow at all, he just raised his head slightly and looked at Afu in the mirror, as if he didn't understand why he asked this suddenly.

Alfred laughed and said, almost teasingly, "It's the first time I've seen Batman give flowers to a young lady. What do you say, sir?"

Bruce said blankly: "..."

It was 11:30 when he arrived at the door of Shirley's house. The inner door was open and only the iron door was closed.Bruce saw Xiao Ba lying on the sofa through the railing of the iron door, heard the sound, Xiao Ba looked at him, then jumped off the sofa and ran to the kitchen.

"Xiaoba?"

Shirley's voice is not special, it is the usual clear and clear voice of young girls, if there is a similar voice... it seems not impossible.

There were footsteps in the room, Shirley walked quickly, carrying a gust of breeze, with the sweet smell like freshly baked buns, she tied her hair and wore an apron, except that her face was prettier than others, she looked like An ordinary girl who couldn't be more ordinary.

"Mr. Wayne?" She opened the door in surprise, "Why are you here?"

Bruce restrained his mind, showed a smile, and said with concern: "I heard Director Gordon said that you had an accident here last night, are you okay, are you injured?"

"It's nothing." Shirley shook her head, and moved aside to let him in. "Batman...and the police came in time."

After she finished speaking, she hurried back to the kitchen, Bruce followed and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Apple pie." Shirley said with a smile, "Have you eaten yet?"

An hour later, it was in the system backpack.

Tony said angrily: [Why, why!Apple pie is definitely for us! 】

Shirley felt a little guilty: [...Sorry, I will make new ones for you after he leaves. 】

Tony rolled on the ground in anger: 【Xue Li, you can't do this! !You said you didn't like him, you said it! ! ! 】

Natasha: 【Shut up stark, don't let my sister be distracted. 】

"Shirley?" Bruce called.

Shirley came back to her senses, "What?"

Bruce didn't care about her distraction, and repeated the words, "I said, you can live in another place, or you can borrow a few days at a relative or friend's house first, in case that person has companions or something."

The security in the old-fashioned community where Shirley lives is really not very good—or there is no security at all, because she didn't want to stay much at the time, and this is actually a rented house.However, she was not a person who pursued a lot of living conditions, and she felt pretty good living there. There were no surveillance cameras in the community, which saved her a lot of trouble.

"No, it's fine here, but it's troublesome to move, and I'm used to it." She smiled nonchalantly, "As for relatives and friends... I came to Gotham alone, and I haven't met anyone yet."

The explanation given to the arrangement in 1997 was that she immigrated to Gotham with an inheritance left after her parents passed away, and her current job is a freelance writer, which she mentioned in previous chats.

Bruce has finished eating the grilled lamb chops and is eating apple pie. He actually doesn't like sweets, and Shirley doesn't like it too much, so her apple pie is sweet and sour. It suits his taste.

This is the first time for Bruce to eat a meal cooked by someone other than Alfred himself in someone else's house. I have to say that the table at home and the table in the restaurant feel different when sitting. Although it is not as comfortable and quiet as the restaurant, it has a strange and Unspeakable... a sense of warmth?

This feeling has been so strange for so long that Bruce has almost forgotten its name. After all, after the shooting incident in the alley more than 20 years ago...

Bruce took the last bite of the apple pie, wiped his hands with a paper towel, and thought about asking Shirley's relatives several times in his mind, before finally opening his mouth and saying, "What about the relatives? I mean, You are of mixed race and your father is American, maybe you can get in touch with your father's family?"

Shirley lowered her head to cut the steak, and the friction between the knife and fork and the porcelain plate made a slight sound. She forked the beef, dipped it into the black pepper sauce, and said, "My father...he left when I was very young. No, mother didn't mention him much."

She ate the beef, and the spicy black pepper stimulated her senses. Shirley, who was so hot that she stuck her tongue out, took a sip of the Coke, and when she put the cup back, she saw Bruce's hand next to the salad bowl, and said, "Hand over here. "

Bruce froze for a moment, then put down the crumpled tissue and reached over.

Shirley grabbed his wrist and looked at it, then breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, it didn't get on the sleeve. Shall I fold it for you?"

"it is good."

Shirley unbuttoned his cufflinks and rolled up his sleeves, saying, "But I have a sister who has visited me a few times, but my mother doesn't like her, so she didn't leave any contact information."

Brucen, who was quietly looking down at her movements, frowned.

"She's from Gotham?"

"Well, she mentioned the city. Here, the other hand."

"That--"

"I didn't think about contacting her. I just came here thinking that it would be great if I could meet her. If not... forget it, it's okay."

Shirley lied without changing her face. Batman was difficult to deal with. She figured out his temperament in just a few contacts—gloomy, paranoid, and overwhelming desire to control made him unable to bear anyone invading Gotham, even The other party was doing the same thing as him, just trying to catch the bad guys.

Shirley's purpose is very simple, she just wants to complete the task, not to make friends with Batman.But the problem is that once Batman finds out who she really is, there's no way he'll let her stay in Gotham.

and so……

Looking at Shirley with a calm expression, Batman rarely swallowed his questioning words, silently lowered his head and grabbed another piece of apple pie and ate it.

After sending Bruce away, Shirley re-baked an apple pie for the little superheroes. While waiting for the oven, she was bored, so she checked the newly obtained mission rewards.

The mission of the bomb killer has 300 points, 5000 general currency, and a Batman character fragment.What is different from the past is that this time there is also a lottery ticket, Shirley clicked to use it, and drew out an SS card with a picture of Batman on the front.

1997: [Ding——Congratulations to the user for getting the ss card. After equipping this card, you will have all the abilities of Batman. The validity period is 30 minutes, and the cooling time is one hour. 】

[Does it include power? 】

[Yes, including power, and even combat thinking. 】

There is an objective disparity in strength between adult men and adult women, and Batman, as an existence at the peak of human physical performance, coupled with his experience and skills accumulated through various experiences and actual combat, is not something that ordinary people can compare to after training. Deserved, so even if you can't have Batman's equipment, just having his abilities is amazing enough.

Shirley can't appear at the same time as another self to dispel Batman's doubts, but since she can change clothes and teleport with one button, then... things like time difference can be put to good use.