[Zhongyingmei] Who is my father?

Mr. Bruce Wayne wants to hit someone now.

He began to wonder if he didn't read the almanac when he went out today, and why he ran into such a group of bastards who were more shameless than the Batmobile.Not to mention being stripped of his vest inhumanely, but also being slaughtered as a victim, it makes the bat's head bald.

But what can he do?

Even if you are bald, you have to jump through the pit you want to jump.

So, at the end of the day, after figuring out the secret hidden behind this incident, Batman made a great self-sacrifice and invited the three ancestors back to Wayne House with a look of aggrieved expression.And unable to face the strange eyes of the old housekeeper, he quickly sneaked upstairs in the name of catching up on sleep.

In this way, Joyce and the others settled down in other people's homes.

However, although Bruce finally compromised under Deadpool's thick skin, they were not so naive, thinking that the other party really had nothing to do, so they felt relieved to let them bounce around in their lair.At the very least, Joyce and Bucky, who are professional agents, have discovered no less than five monitoring methods around them, and Alfred has already told them which areas are best not to enter, and they should be their guests in a peaceful manner. If you don't move something that shouldn't be moved, you may lose your face in minutes.

The three of them have no opinion on this, and respecting the privacy of the host is itself a kind of courtesy.What's more, Batman didn't restrict their personal freedom. They just went out to play when they were really bored. Except that they had to bring a tracker so that Bruce could find their location at any time, everything seemed to be quite tolerant to outsiders like them.

"But does he really trust us so much?"

He looked at the positioning device in his pocket.Deadpool broke into the guest room where Joyce was staying, and was about to pounce on the bed habitually, but was directly punched into the floor by the iron fist protruding from the bed, lying on the ground and moaning: "If we really plan to do something, He won't be able to find us once he throws this stuff away, right? Batman hasn't known us for twelve hours, so he has such a big heart?"

"We didn't intend to do anything bad, why didn't he worry about us?"

Sticking his head out of Joyce's bed, he ruthlessly looked at Deadpool who had been beaten into a mentally retarded one.The Winter Soldier's face had just woken up, and he said in such a deep voice, "And do you think he really only puts one position? This is just the part that can tell you, just to make you relax your vigilance. "

Having dealt with all kinds of criminals all year round, Batman is obviously also well versed in some less shameful methods.Bucky knew very well that if Deadpool hadn't revealed the other party's identity, he could have done more.Such a person with a strong desire to control, if he is not sure that they can't do things under his nose, or knows their identities, he will never let them take a step out of this house.But fortunately, the few of them really have nothing to be vigilant about. The only reason for coming to Gotham is indeed that unclear invitation card. No need to tear it up with Batman.

"so……"

Not finding any fatal problems here, Deadpool nodded, indicating that he had been educated.But soon, after he sorted out the confusion that had haunted him all night, he finally realized that something seemed wrong—wait, isn't this Joyce's room?Did he watch the other party walk in last night? !What is this on the bed now? ! ! !

"You, you, why are you on my Hani's bed!!!!"

In the morning light shining through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Wade almost jumped up from the floor, and the finger pointing at Bucky's nose trembled like a Parkinson's attack: "What did you do to him?!! □□ yes Do you know that you broke the law!!!!"

Sergeant Barnes gave him a cold look.

"What nonsense, I have no blood relationship with him." The metal blades on the left arm calibrated their rhythm one by one, like some kind of silent threat.He gave the other party a cold look from Winter, and fell back into the quilt, obviously very resistant to seeing Deadpool's face early in the morning: "It's not safe to be alone in an unfamiliar environment, even if Wayne is now There is no hostility towards us, don't you even understand this truth?"

"Of course I fucking understand." He was almost so angry that he died on the spot. The more Deadpool thought about it, the more he felt wronged, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was ostracized inhumanely: "But the problem is that you all get together and don't call me Isn't it a bit too much? You are not worried that I will be alone?!"

"Aren't you going to die?" Bucky glanced at him in surprise: "Then what are you afraid of?"

Deadpool:"……"

If you can't die, don't you have human rights? !You are discriminating against Chiguoguo!Discrimination know! ! ! !

"That's not an excuse for you to sleep with Hani!!" Howling as if he wanted to lift the ceiling, he glared at the bed with his fiercest gaze: "Who knows if you all just slept together, I absolutely disagree with you... oh wait, where's Harney?"

I thought that the bulging lump next to Bucky was Joyce who was still recovering from sleep, and was wondering why the other party didn't get up and beat him after making such a big noise.But when the Winter Soldier finally couldn't bear his reluctance, turned over and buried himself deeper in the pillow, Deadpool realized that it was just a few pillows in a mess.

"Joyce? He seems to have been out early in the morning."

Finally heard the key question, the Winter Soldier yawned and touched the side, pulled out a piece of paper from under the pillow, and threw it directly at Deadpool's face: "He just left this for me... the brat is sneaking more and more Even better, I didn't even wake up."

After waking up, he almost thought that the other party had been killed quietly, and was almost ready to tear Wayne's house.If he hadn't seen the torn paper on the bed, the Winter Soldier would have fought Batman for a man.

"What is he doing out there?"

Taking the note left by Joyce, looking at the familiar handwriting on it, he simply told him to go out and let the two roommates not worry.Deadpool thought for a while and still couldn't swallow this breath. He looked at Bucky very seriously:

"Yesterday we were ambushed on the street, and he ran out alone. Are you not worried at all in this unfamiliar place?"

"I'm really not worried." He simply closed his eyes as well, not seeing anything.Bucky's voice came buzzing from the quilt, and he was still very confident in their cub's force value: "That guy is much more terrifying than you think. Don't think that he left Hydra and put The paws are closed and can be rubbed by others, and useless waste is never cultivated in Hey Claws."

It really pissed him off, even if he didn't call Zero out, he still had a way of getting everyone to kneel and beg for mercy.What's more, with positioning, there is an old bat sleeping upstairs, what a good backup.Honestly, it's probably a little bit safer than they are in New York.

Thinking of this, Bucky yawned again, and waved to Deadpool, telling him to stay where he was.

And at the same time.

Although the Winter Soldier gave Joyce a very high evaluation and trust, but this does not conceal the fact that he may have encountered a little trouble.Holding a cup of coffee in his hand, the former killer classmate who was wandering in an unfamiliar city glanced at the crowded streets around him, his eyes sank slightly, and he was sure that the trembling feeling of being watched was not his own illusion.

He gave an impatient 'tsk' sound.

Out of curiosity about the Gotham light rail, Joyce tried to ride the rail transit here, and it was in the crowded carriage that he felt the sight of himself falling on him.However, it was the rush hour for work at that time, and he was not sure whether it was intentional or not, and it was not easy to attack.But when he left the station and walked several blocks, that gaze still haunted him, which was really annoying.

How could he not know when he became so attractive?It's okay to be chased by Hydra in New York, but now you have to be followed in Gotham. Is he really dead? !

I just felt that I was holding back my anger and there was nowhere to find it, and even my favorite coffee could only add fuel to the fire.Joyce resolutely left the main road and turned into an inaccessible alley. He decided to see what this cowardly man looked like no matter what.

Make sure the footsteps behind him follow him around the corner.He didn't bother to hide himself or do any other tricks, so he stopped directly under the shadow of a certain awning, turned around suddenly, and at the same time drew out his gun, and pointed at the figure behind him who didn't intend to cover his tracks. Pull the trigger.

'boom--'

He didn't keep his hand on this shot, and aimed at it completely with the standard of useless people. Although it would not kill people on the spot, it was not so easy to react or dodge.But to his surprise, the person behind him was not flustered at all, he even seemed to know that he would do this, raised his right hand a little, didn't know what equipment he was wearing under his clothes, and flew towards his chest just like that. The incoming bullets flew out.Only a scorched black burn mark was left on the sleeve.

Dazed for a moment, Joyce fixed his eyes on the other person's face, and then stood there even more bleakly, even the action of putting down the gun revealed a listless look.

"Should I express my surprise?"

His eyes reflected the goggles and mask that covered three-quarters of the opponent's face, and he squinted.Although I didn't expect to see each other in Gotham, I didn't think there was anything wrong with it miraculously: "After all, you always appear in strange places at strange times."

"I don't think so."

Glancing at a damaged sleeve that had been scorched by sparks, the mysterious faceless man who had rescued Joyce several times and left Joyce puzzled lowered his head and hid the damaged part at an angle that the other party could not see. What secrets are hidden in general:

"You shouldn't be walking the streets of Gotham by yourself."

"Then I also want to thank you for protecting me from behind?" The tone was very complicated, and it was hard to say what kind of emotion was contained in the gaze of the other party.Joyce took a deep breath, he had thought about some things for a long time, and he had to talk to the other party, but now is not a good time to open up: "Just tell me, what do you want from me?"

If it wasn't for intentional disclosure, he would never be able to easily find the trace of the other party.Joyce knew very well that this person was a better killer and spy than him. If he didn't want to be found by himself, even if he turned the whole Gotham upside down, it would be difficult to catch a single hair of the other party.

He was very sure of that.

And looking at Joyce for a long time, it seems that he wants to see what he wants from the bottom of his eyes.The man was silent for a long time, and in the end he just sighed slightly, as if he was stating a request that he knew the other party would not obey, but he had to make it. The voice was still familiar and unfamiliar to Joyce:

"I want you to leave this city."

He said this, his eyes hidden under the goggles were full of worry:

"It's very likely that bad things will happen to you here. I... don't want you to be hurt."

That gloomy and hopeless memory, only he himself could bear it.He didn't want Joyce to be involved in the torrent of the past and tormented, even if that was the answer to the mystery of why he was born in the first place.

Some things, no longer think of is the best choice.

—Do you understand, Joe?