Time Miko

A gunshot broke the eerie gathering.

Superman's super speed caught the bullet flying between the clown's eyebrows in an instant.

Everyone looked at Batman, but the only gun pointed at the Joker showed no signs of being used.

After realizing something, everyone hurriedly turned their heads, and unexpectedly saw the figure standing not far away.

Antana, who was supposed to be sleeping, was standing barefoot on the grass not far away at this moment. The silk nightdress kept swinging in the night wind, and her bare calves were shining in the moonlight. The gorgeous palm □□ was held in her left hand at the moment—it was used by the hostesses of the Wayne family for self-defense.The gun body made of gold and diamonds is so small that even a woman's palm can completely hide it. It can only fire two bullets, one for self-defense and one for suicide...

Seeing that the bullet was intercepted by Superman, Antana smacked his lips slightly..

"...I'm going, Antana learned to smack her lips... No where did she find that gun... No, Antana, put the gun down..."

But Antana completely ignored Dick's words as always, she adjusted her arm slightly, and another bullet flew towards the clown under everyone's gaze.

"stop!!"

Dick hurriedly blocked the trajectory of the bullet, but the bullet passed through his body as easily as through the air.

Damian, who was closest to the clown, hurriedly kicked the clown away, and then a bullet shot into the ground where the clown's head was originally.

"Tsk..."

There was another slight smacking sound, and then the gold and diamond-encrusted gun, which was more artistic than practical, bounced off the magazine by itself like a state-of-the-art weapon, and the two gold bullets flew out of nowhere The past was embedded in the magazine again, and the bumper made a click sound when the magazine closed....

The gun was aimed at the clown's head again.

"stop!!"

Superboy hastily grabbed Antana's arm, so hard that he lifted Antana off the ground...

".....Why"

Antana tilted his head back inexplicably, his half-opened eyes looked into Connor's blue eyes and asked.

"...Enough, stop it, Antana..."

"....why?"

"...Because, everyone here doesn't wear this uniform because they want to kill...Even if it's a clown, it would be sad to kill him..."

Whether it's Batman, Nightwing, Superman, he, even for the Red Hood, killing is just a means... No one here desires to kill...

The angle at which Anata's neck is leaning back makes one wonder if her slender neck will be broken in a second. After watching Superboy for a long time, she slowly said:

"...sad because he died?"

"...No, grieve because we took a human life away"

"But I won't be sad..."

Antana didn't understand, she wanted to kill the clown without being sad, so she didn't care, why did she stop her.

Antana's half-closed eyes conveyed her confusion to Superboy, and also made everyone feel Antana's inhuman side for the first time.

"...Well, maybe you won't, but Tim will..."

Superboy knows that Antana may not feel anything about killing the Joker, but Tim will, he will feel guilty and remorseful for Antana killing for him...

"...why?"

"...Because...no one wants blood on the hands of the person they hold dear......"

"...Treasure...that's why they stop others from killing him?"

Antana's neck finally returned to its normal angle, and his half-closed eyes scanned everyone present...

"...right.."

"...Well, it's fine if you don't kill him...Then eliminate him?"

Antana suddenly appeared on the clown's body at some point, her two bare feet stepped on the clown's knees, and one hand slowly stretched out towards the clown's head.

"Stop!! Antana, even more impossible to eliminate!!!"

Dick hurriedly rushed over to stop the palm reaching out to the clown... If the elimination in Antana's mouth is what he understands, then the alien with the space ability is probably eliminated by Antana just like that of.....

"Bastard! Let go!!"

Jason noticed Dick's abnormality, and hurriedly pulled his left hand that was about to touch Antana's palm, and Dick realized that his left middle finger became like pixels and began to disintegrate...

"...my hand!!"

Fortunately, his fingers recovered slowly when he was far away from Antana...

"....no??"

"...Why are you so persistent in wanting to kill this guy? He has nothing to do with you..."

Superman is a little strange, and Antana's obsession with this kind of thing is a bit abnormal.

"...well..he's annoying.."

Antana's answer made everyone fall into silence...

"...Hey, hey...don't just dispose of people just because you hate them..."

Dick didn't know what to say anymore.

"...I said...women are very angry..."

Antana's expression is a bit lacking...the words are always inaccurate...but Jason is keenly aware of the emotions that some women have never shown before...more than anger Intense....an emotion that can be classified as anger.....

"...I think so.."

Damian shook the pistol in his hand, the sharp and compact blade was now swaying in the wind like a dog's tail grass......

"...Eh... Antana's space ability began to spread outward, has it affected the surroundings..."

Looking at the pistol that was about to bloom, Dick had to admit that Jason's intuition on some things was terrifyingly accurate.

They once debated whether Antana was conscious of his own power. Jason believed that Antana was conscious, because as a spatial ability user, Antana always touched others with his hands when using power on others. Only human beings can activate energy. Jason thinks that this is Antana's reaction to knowing what the result of his own power will be. Touching someone else with his hands activates power, which also shows that Antana's power can spread outward.And now, it seems that this inference has an ironclad proof.

Damian didn't say anything, just pulled out his phone and sent a message.

"..Little D, who are you sending messages to?"

"For Ah Fu, I hope a few plates of cookies can calm this woman down, otherwise who knows what will happen to the space around her..."

The clown didn't care about the reactions of the people around him at all, because he was completely attracted by the woman standing on his lap at the moment.

The woman's half-closed eyes, to be exact.

The clown has seen the eyes of many people, and he also likes to look into other people's eyes, from which he can see the fear, disgust, and hatred towards him. Just staring at him, but he can't see anything from inside, no anger, anger, despair... nothing... This woman is really looking at him what?what is she looking at

The clown subconsciously stared at the woman's half-opened eyes, trying to see a little bit of emotion from inside...fear, disgust, anger, whatever...

Something emerges from the woman's eyes... that looks familiar.....

A familiar room...a dilapidated door, old tables and chairs, a chubby but familiar figure...something hugged his leg, he lowered his head and saw a long Adorable little girl with freckles:

"Dad, you're back..."

"Oh, Joe, why are you back so early today? Sit down, the meal will be ready soon..."

The fat woman turned her head, with familiar features and a familiar smile.

"...Alice..."

"What's the matter? Are you hungry? The meal will be ready soon..."

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The clown let out an extremely terrifying scream. It wasn't like his usual harsh laughter like scratching glass. The only signal conveyed by this sound was fear!

The clown's cry attracted everyone's attention. All they saw was the clown lying on the ground screaming at the top of his lungs, while Antana just stood quietly on his lap like a stone statue, like a nail. The clown couldn't move, and Antana's long hair was floating in the air... Is it the wind blowing her long hair or the wind passing through the gaps in her long hair......

"...God, what did Antana do to make the clown so scared..."

"...Afraid? He's a clown."

"...yes... clowns aren't afraid...but what if it wasn't a clown?"

Jason pointed to his head in the eyes of everyone and said:

"...Don't forget, Antana's power has absolute control over time and space...she can completely bring the clown back to the time when no clown was born..."

After understanding the meaning of Jason's words, everyone's eyes fell on the screaming guy again...the clown lying there was not the clown they were familiar with...just an ordinary poor man …

"...Ann... don't modify his memory..."

Bruce walked over, bent down, looked at Antana at the same level, and continued under Antana's confused eyes:

"...something he has to come out on his own...just teach him a lesson"

Answering him was Antana's head slowly moving up and down....

Seeing Antana like that, Dick turned his head and stared at Jason, which made Jason a little nervous:

"what!?"

"...Little Wing, you must promise me one thing"

"what??"

"I don't care, you have to agree"

"...who cares about you"

"If one day, I mess with Antana... you can just shoot me down..."

"Who cares about you?"

"I don't care, you have to agree!"

"..I advise you to give up on this kind of heart. Let's not talk about whether you will offend that woman after I killed the one who offended that woman. With the power of that woman, you can burn yourself to ashes. She can bring you back to life and burn you back and forth a hundred and eighty times."

"NO~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!!!!!!!"