Superhero Damage Control [Comprehensive]

The clown started to flee, which was not difficult for him. He ran panting, and suddenly a TV screen in the corner lit up, and Lucy's face appeared on it: "You can't escape."

The clown immediately turned to the alley, smashed open a window, and broke into an empty residential house. The computer in the bedroom in the residential house lit up, and Lucy's face appeared on it again, saying to the clown, "You will go back to the Kham."

The clown took out his gun and shot through the computer screen, he ran to the road again anxiously, every electronic screen he could see, but no matter where he ran, he could see a screen around him lit up, Then Lucy, in that gossiping, homely tone, made him surrender.

The clown didn't feel scared, instead he found the game interesting.

"Actually, I changed my mind. I don't want you to go back to Arkham." Lucy said. "You almost killed me. My friend is dead now. I want you dead."

"Interesting, it's so fun!!" The clown laughed wildly as he ran away, and finally he ran to a deserted road, no... It's not that there is no one, but that everyone has been evacuated.

Lucy Long had lured him here on purpose, and he had actually slammed into this trap like a foolish fish.

"When you saw my face on the screen, your first reaction was to run to the right. It's so interesting. I found the law of your escape in less than a minute." The real Lucy slowly walked out of a store. Stepping out, she finally comes face to face with the notorious, demented clown.

The Joker holds the gun, and Lucy has nothing.

"Little girl, I'm a little fascinated by your special ability." The clown suddenly took out a silver object, and pressed his finger on the red button on it, "What are you, prism? Sky eye?"

"You really know how to come up with names, I like creative guys." Lucy shook her finger, her eyes fixed on the button, "But I don't like those two names, can you tell me what they are? "

"A little gadget, a little gift, don't let me tell you what it is, you guess it yourself." The clown said, Lucy seemed to be really thinking, but she didn't give any answer.Lucy seemed to be thinking about the answer, but in fact she was just using her amazing chip computing power to eliminate the threat that the clown could pose.

But after a while, she said: "I'm not interested, you press it or release it, it doesn't matter, even if you blow up this world, we can rebuild it."

"You will cause a world-class disaster! The death of hundreds of millions of people will be your fault." The clown became more excited, this girl is much more interesting than Batman, that Batman would definitely hesitate, but this girl won't, She even thought it was a good idea.

It seemed that it was at least a threat at the level of a nuclear bomb, maybe it was the spread of a virus. Lucy immediately ruled out the small threat in her consciousness.She began to have a little leisurely chat: "Every human progress is based on mass death. The Black Death is accompanied by the Renaissance. The Second World War is accompanied by information technology. Overpopulation will only Let's suck the life out of the earth, if you really want to do something, clown, press it. If the earth is really destroyed, look up at this sky, we are just a ring of the universe, there are so many The world is waiting for us to inhabit." She began to put her hands together, begging the clown, "Is that a nuke button, please, press it."

The clown finally let out a series of big laughs: "You are also a lunatic, you are crazier than me!"

"No, you'll just make the world a mess, and I can take it up into the sun. People call you a murderer, and I, they call me one word—a hero," said Lucy. She paused, she found the thing the clown used to threaten her, a piece of audio, it can be sent to every corner of the world at the speed of light at any time, space station, nuclear submarine, I have to admit that the clown's plan is very creative and poetic.

She began to break through the firewall set up by the clown, carefully bypassing the fake traps that would directly trigger the direct transmission, and then—twist it into a piece of meaningless data fragments.

Game over.

Batman landed beside her swinging on a rope, and Red Hood rushed out from another alley, pointing a gun at the Joker's head: "I'm going to kill him."

Deadpool kicked his legs like a little girl, clenched his fists on his cheeks, and shouted excitedly: "It's started, it's started!"

"Wait." Red Robin stopped behind the clown on his motorcycle: "He's holding something in his hand."

"Red Hood, we can't kill him," Batman said. "We don't know what he's threatening us with."

"I've already solved it. A piece of audio is the clown's canned laughter. He intends to use the Internet to spread fear to the whole world." Batman and Robin showed surprised expressions, and Lucy glanced around proudly They, finally, fell on the clown, "I actually really wanted to know how it would look in a sitcom, but unfortunately, I've wiped it from the web data, even from the deep web."

And at this moment the clown's smile deepened, and Lucy felt something was wrong.

"Stupid girl, I gave you a chance, but you guessed wrong. I deliberately said it was a world-class disaster. You are not the only one who can play mind games here." The clown said, and he opened his coat to reveal the inside Silver green explosive solution, "As soon as I take my hand off this button, it will explode, blow up here, or there, we are everywhere, oh my god I feel like my hand is a little slippery, it must be escape I sweated a lot when I was there."

Everyone dared not move.

Only Deadpool let out a cry of frustration that was no good.

"I don't think anyone wants to say now, get the hell out of my Gotham, because you really seem to need help." Bucky appeared in front of the crowd coughing, and Lucy wanted to run to him in surprise Go, the dust and broken bricks on his body fell down, he blocked the clown's last way, but the clown didn't leave them a way to retreat at the same time.

The Red Hood and Batman were miraculously synchronized: "Get out of the way, Captain America!"

Deadpool spread his hands at Captain America speechlessly: "The Bat family is very territorial, and their family's story is stinky and long, enough for [-] seasons, and it seems that they have not caught up with the good screenwriter... You know, Batman and the Red Hood slept with the same woman, who came up with such a disgusting scene!"

If it weren't for the mask, Lucy would have noticed that the corners of Red Hood and Batman's mouths were twitching.

Deadpool began to walk around the clown: "The worst part of this script is the part of Robin's death. Do you really think you can kill a Robin? He is the son of a hero, Batman's closest partner. You kill He was a minor when he was killed, no matter what dangerous situation happened, Batman always had a last 1 minute rescue, and then everything was saved, the bad guys got their revenge, and justice was done. The reason why you can kill him- —”

Deadpool pointed at Red Hood.

"It's all because of the telephone vote!!!!" Deadpool knelt down, pointed at the clown and laughed.

Everyone: "..."

The clown discovered for the first time that someone was crazier than himself, and he was dazed. He pointed to the red hood and said, "You mean, when I beat him to death with a crowbar, his screams and pleadings were Fake?"

The red hood pointed at the clown's muzzle and began to tremble. He could hardly control himself to shoot. Every time he saw the clown, he would recall what happened before his death, and the scene kept repeating.

"Let's tell you, Robin's popularity isn't very good, so the comic book company set up a phone voting thing for the sake of sales, let readers decide whether Robin lives or dies, and then they voted for Robin's death... …sometimes you just can’t stop your readers from being fucking assholes. After many years, the writers think they can’t write anymore, and then ‘boom’~ Red Hood comes back to life after taking a bath in some kind of pool Now, do you think this is logical? It’s not logical, right, because you die and I live, it’s all for sales, it’s all the screenwriter’s fault!"

"What the hell are you talking about!" Red Hood yelled.

The clown turned to look at the red hood. At that moment, Deadpool pulled out the knife, and the long silver blade flew towards the clown's arm. The blade cut into the clown's arm, cutting it off from the shoulder down. The muscles in the arm remained stiff In this state, the explosion button has not been released, and the clown's expression stays in surprise.

Lucy rushed up in an instant, caught the broken arm, and pressed the button firmly.

There was no explosion, she looked up, the clown laughed wildly, his right hand held a pistol, the black muzzle was facing Lucy.

A shot went off.

Lucy trembled, the clown fell down with his crazy smile, there was a blood hole in the center of his forehead, people looked in the direction of the gunfire, Dick Grayson...

It wasn't Nightwing, but the real Dick Grayson, who walked over with a gun in hand. He was completely different from the usual handsome man who liked to talk and laugh. His hands were steady and his eyes were sharp, until he confirmed that the clown was real He breathed a sigh of relief.

Red Hood knelt beside the clown, as if he couldn't believe what happened before him: "Did you kill him?"

Dick Grayson scanned the crowd and did not answer the red hood. He took out his ID: "I am FBI agent Dick Grayson. Captain America, since you are probably the only one of us who can show your face, if the FBI The bureau intends to investigate me, please testify for me, the situation just now was a first-degree terrorist attack, and I directly killed the terrorist - the clown."

He pronounced the name, and it roared away from their miserable memory like a train.

"Of course, I will," Bucky said quickly, and he went to check on Lucy, she was covered in blood, and even though he knew she was a super soldier, Bucky was still worried about her getting hurt.

Lucy was still holding the button tightly, almost suffocating, Bucky hugged her head, covered her fist with his broad palm, and helped her hold the button together.

"It's all right, Lucy, the clown is dead, we're all safe."

Lucy took a deep breath, and she saw Bucky's face clearly, and she confirmed again that it was real.

She gripped the bomb button hard and cried.

Deadpool looked at the clown with a strange smile on the ground, pulled out the long knife stuck in the ground, and poked the clown's face: "The sales of this issue will definitely, damn it, explode!"

Lucy scooped up a handful of hot water and poured it over her head. She stared blankly at the snow-white tiles, allowing herself to let go of her consciousness.

But the clown's maniacal laughter still left her with lingering fears.

"Are you okay?" Bucky knocked on the door and Lucy let him in.

Lucy was lying in the tub with her legs folded, and Bucky was sitting outside, helping her get some hot water, he was wearing a thin T-shirt that Bruce had borrowed, and Lucy got Bucky back to Wayne Bucky was a little surprised that Bruce didn't even say a word of disapproval at the manor.

And Lucy knew that Bruce probably didn't want to talk to anyone tonight. The death of the clown seemed to make everyone breathe a sigh of relief, but the grief that the clown had caused had already carved a deep mark on them. cannot be taken away by his death.

"If you don't want to talk, I'll be here with you." Bucky supported Lucy's head and let her rest on his chest. Lucy listened to his heartbeat, which was reassuring, and she closed her eyes. Close your eyes, sniffing the familiar smell, there is always a scent of trees on Bucky's body, it makes Lucy feel calm.

She wouldn't tell Bucky the story of that horrible world, it would become her deepest secret, she would do everything in her power to keep it a secret forever.

Lucy went downstairs with her hair loose. In the living room, a dark figure was sitting on the sofa by the window. Lucy looked at him without any intention of disturbing him, but the other party turned on the light first.

It's Clark.

He looked tired and haggard, with a glass of wine in his hand, and Lucy wasn't sure if the Kryptonians of this world would get drunk on human alcohol, but it was clear that Clark needed this.

"I shouldn't have gone to the clown so rashly, my super power...it will only drag us down. I almost killed Professor X, Bruce and you."

"Hush..." Lucy sat across from him and patted his knee, "That's all in the past. The clown is affecting you, it's all fake."

"It felt so real, I was in that world of horror, wearing a strange uniform, killing everyone, and someone called me Lord..." Lucy's hand on Clark's lap froze, and Clark felt, He wondered, "Have you ever thought that it might be one of the future?"

"I don't worry about that." Lucy quickly stopped Clark, she stood up, pulled the glass out of Clark's hand, drank his wine in one gulp, and shook the glass: "But if it hasn't happened yet, we Just kill it in the present, and if it's meant to happen, we'll turn the future upside down. "