Superhero Damage Control [Comprehensive]

In the Batcave, Bruce changed into a bat suit and connected directly to Tim Drake, while the other party was wearing the red Robin uniform drinking coffee on the top floor of the apartment and reading the morning newspaper, with his feet on the table, Alfred tried his best to resist the desire to reprimand this impolite behavior, and finally said nothing.

There are two other people in the video, one is wearing a brown-red leather jacket, he looks a little rebellious, his hair is dark brown, a bunch of hair on his forehead is dyed white, and he wears a domino mask.

Kill Matt.

It was the first word that came to Lucy's mind.

Immediately afterwards, the man in leather took a step back, sat not far from Tim, and raised his chin in the direction of Lucy on the screen: "Hey, old man. Who is that woman? The new Batgirl, Or new lover?"

Lucy confirmed his identity in an instant, Jason Todd was definitely the most difficult Robin.

The old man "Bruce Wayne" didn't answer, but Tim on the other end of the video shook the newspaper: "Lucy, this is Jason, Jason, that's Lucy, not your new mother, nor your future mother." A girl who can hook up with you casually, and, you should go on social networking sites more and read those gossip tabloids that you have turned into rubbish, there are a lot of information in it that you ignore, this is the girlfriend of Captain America."

"Lucy——" A man wearing a red hood rushed over and almost knocked Jason off the roof of the building. Jason turned around and punched him, but it was a pity that the hit on the head of the pervert with the red hood basically had no effect, "God Ah, we are really destined, aren't we?"

Deadpool lifted the hood, revealing the burnt and festered skin inside. Everyone subconsciously leaned back to avoid this ugly face, only Lucy stayed put.

"Wade." Lucy said with a smile, "Your face still looks like the illegitimate product of two avocados who raped each other. Take your face to plow the fields in Kansas. There will be a good harvest this year."

Bruce Wayne had never heard such an apt description.

"Oh... your mouth has become poisonous, but I really didn't expect to see you at Batman's side, that guy is annoying, full of morals, principles, bottom line, just like me and you None of that shit, but his car, have you seen his Batmobile, I bet it's going to feel awesome when it vibrates."

Jason snorted softly over there.

Bruce's patience was running out.

"Old man, I wouldn't talk to you if it wasn't urgent." Jason said, "That Ajax guy we've been investigating, he's always used Arkham as his experimental base, using those prisoners Do experiments, create mutants."

"What?" Bruce clenched his fists, he didn't realize that the person he had been investigating was right under his nose.

The sarcasm in Jason's eyes grew stronger.

"Deadpool was tortured by him, but don't feel guilty, he can't die, unlike me."

"Do you have to remind you of your difficult hurdles every time you talk?" Tim mocked mercilessly, and he flipped the newspaper loudly, "I'm tired of hearing it, if I were Batman, I would definitely encounter You prepared a pair of earplugs earlier."

"Don't make me throw you off the 32nd floor, little red bird." Jason growled back.

"Hey, guys, we have something important to do." Deadpool didn't expect that he would have a day to persuade a fight. The Bat family is really a headache.

"Wade." Professor X finally said, "I am Professor Charles Xavier from the Xavier Academy for Young Talents."

"Sorry, I don't go to this kind of pheasant university, and I don't need online lectures and sales promotion. Is there anything else?" Wade interrupted quickly.

Professor X smiled, and he shook his head: "Young people nowadays, can't they study modern history well? I'm a celebrity anyway."

"How many prisoners have been subjected to Ajax's mutant experiment?" Magneto asked to the point, he was too lazy to talk nonsense, it was a waste of time, and dangerous people are still at large.

"I know about five or six. Two died. The one who got away. You call him the Joker, right? He's a mutant now."

Mutant clown? ? ?

Lucy was shocked.

Bruce clenched his fist, and he took a deep breath: "How bad is the situation?"

"I don't know how Ajax transformed him, but he succeeded, he possessed an ability—" Lucy even shivered when she saw Deadpool, "release the fear."

As soon as Bruce came out of the Batcave, he plunged himself into numerous volumes. He consulted a large amount of information, and Professor X assisted him. According to the information given by Deadpool, the clown is a walking fear gas tank, and the fear gas is brother The product of the research of another of Tan's villains, the Scarecrow, a chemical gas that can induce hallucinations of life's most terrifying scenes.

Bruce had been hit once, and the scene of his parents being shot was replayed over and over before his eyes, and it almost broke him.

He inevitably fell into anxiety: "The difficulty is that we don't know the way the clown releases fear. Is it a kind of mind control or a physical transmission, relying on the air or must it be through touch?"

Lucy asked Professor X: "Has anyone among the mutants registered such abilities?"

Professor X shook his head.

Clark just came back from Arkham, he hung his coat on the coat rack, took out his little notebook, and said the information he interviewed: "No one knows why, they suddenly start having nightmares, some One of the inmates who was more affected by the clown had a nervous breakdown, and kept repeating 'HaHaHa' or something."

Clark closed the notebook: "Bruce, I can use my super hearing to find him. At least I can know where he is first."

Bruce rejected Clark's use of his superpowers, Clark didn't wait for him to refute, and pushed forward: "You know how terrifying a clown who releases fear in Gotham anytime and anywhere is."

Finally, Bruce surrendered, he nodded, Clark immediately shrank into a corner, closed his eyes, and began to listen to people's conversations along every street in Gotham, frowning, carefully discerning the content of their conversations , filtering out the unimportant the way Batman taught him.

Then there's an uncontrollable twitch in his face, and Bruce notices it.

"I heard him." Clark took a deep breath, as if he was walking in the dark, and then the clown's hoarse, insane laughter came from an invisible place.

"Ha-ha-ha-"

The surroundings lit up, Clark saw himself standing in front of Batman, he took off Batman's mask, Bruce's face was exposed, and he looked at himself with contempt: "You destroyed us."

"No, liberation," Clark heard himself say, "and, Bruce, you're welcome."

His eyes glowed red and shot at Bruce.

"No!" Clark in reality screamed sharply. Lucy and Bruce rushed towards Clark together, stabilizing his body. Shooting at Professor X, Magneto grabbed Void and dragged the chandelier to the ground, blocking the red death ray.

Bruce jumped on Clark's back and strangled him hard. Clark uncontrollably threw Bruce out, and Bruce's back hit the window, and the front window shattered into pieces.

"Lucy, there is a secret compartment on the right side of the table." Bruce shouted, Lucy quickly crawled to the desk, and knocked out the secret compartment. There was an oval ring made of green kryptonite in a lead box inside. Not very handy, but enough.

"Clark, that's enough!" The middle finger of Lucy's right hand shone with green light, and she punched Clark on the left side of the face. Clark flew out and hit the bookshelf, and the whole bookcase hit him. Clark didn't move.

After a while, Professor X blinked and looked at the dust in the room. When Magneto pulled down the chandelier, he tore the ceiling completely. Bruce got up from the broken glass, his hands were bleeding, and Lucy watched vigilantly. Clark, who was crushed under the bookshelf, was panting heavily.

Professor X patted the wrinkles on his clothes, and said in shock: "Gotham is so exciting."

Clark groaned and got up from under the bookshelf. He pointed at the ring on Lucy's hand tremblingly: "Please, keep it away from me."

Lucy looked at Bruce, Bruce nodded, and Lucy put it back in the lead case.

Clark sat up, he looked a little exhausted, Lucy didn't expect a little green kryptonite to have such a big impact on him.

"I know what clowns spread terror through—laughter."

Bucky puts down his phone and calls Lucy every hour, but they all go to voicemail.

"Is there still no answer?" Barbara leaned on the sofa, biting her fingers and pondering the content on the third page of the material, which was the introduction of the Quantico cooperation project.

She took Bucky to Gotham's Marshall's Club, a very private club that served the highest quality food, drinks, and even smuggled Cuban cigars if you were more qualified.Bruce Wayne was a regular here, and he made it easy for Barbara to entertain Captain America in something too formal, like the police station, or too casual, like her own house.

"No way, my girlfriend is a workaholic. If we have to send out an application three weeks in advance, otherwise her schedule won't allow me time." Bucky focused his energy on the content on the third page , "What do you think of the cooperation content?"

"The FBI funding committee may have some problems, the idea of ​​this program is good, but there are some things that cannot be bypassed, such as background checks."

Bucky nodded: "We really want some civilian heroes similar to Spider-Man to be trained, so that we can draw a line for those who call themselves vigilantes, regulate their behavior, but at the same time empower them .”

Barbara turned her pen: "Please elaborate?"

"We ensure that every action is compiled and archived, receive formal police training, and standardize arrest procedures, but vigilante heroes need to have the same authority as the police, otherwise we will not be able to effectively stop criminals."

“You want to require a superhero to have a police license, and that’s impossible without a background check, because the masked vigilante can’t prove who’s really under that mask. We had a boy admitted two years ago at Quantico, and then And found out he had a twin brother, and he didn't report it because his brother was on a mission with a terrorist leader. So we threw him out of Quantico."

Bucky frowned: "I thought the Amendment to the U.S. Constitution stated that U.S. citizens cannot be discriminated against because of their beliefs."

Barbara snorted, "Of course, but that's not a reason to hide."

"Maybe he just finds this history disgraceful."

"Maybe he wants to swap with his brother sometime, and let him plant a bomb in the FBI building. Captain, I think you should also come to Quantico for fifteen weeks." Barbara picked up her glass, "We question everything because the world is no longer simple."

Just as Bucky was about to say something in response, he suddenly stared at a corner, looking at the back of a woman in a dark blue dress with a noble bun, and opposite her, a middle-aged man full of masculine charm , he had seen him at a banquet in Washington once.

"Is that Bruce Wayne?" Bucky quietly pointed into the distance.

"Oh, yes." Barbara glanced and smiled. "He comes here a lot."

"With some pretty girls." The older man at the next table put down the newspaper and winked slyly at the two of them. "Wayne has always been very energetic. It's a good thing."

Bucky's metal hand twitched, expressionless on his face, and Barbara took another look at the woman in the gown, suddenly aware of a big problem.

"That is……"

Before she could stop Bucky, he had stood up and walked towards Bruce Wayne.

Bruce Wayne on the other side didn't seem to notice him at all, he was arguing with Lucy about the Joker, and he hated himself for not being able to just throw her out of Gotham.

"Bruce, I showed you what I'm capable of. He's less than 20 meters below our feet. He's like a mouse in the sewer. We have to catch him. How many more people do you want him to hurt? "

Bucky heard Lucy still talking eagerly, and Bruce had seen Bucky walking towards them over her shoulder, and he stepped on Lucy's foot.

"What's wrong with you, fuck?" Lucy seemed to be squeezing the words through her teeth, her smile was distorted by the pain, and Wayne's foot was definitely not light.

Wayne parted his lips: "I'll count down to three and figure out how you'll explain why I, a famous Gotham playboy, showed up at a club where he often dates women, and the reasons for the explanation can't include that I'm Batman And we're looking at the clown, and put your most feminine smile on your face."

"Why, do I need to explain to anyone?"

"Hi!" Bucky appeared gracefully in front of the two with his metal hand in his trouser pocket, "Did you interrupt your work, Lucy?"

Lucy hastily flashed a goofy smile, and Bruce Wayne nearly rolled his eyes.

Barbara in the distance typed a text message to Dick quickly with her fingers. When the waiter passed by her, she asked, "Do you have any popcorn here?"