[Zhongyingmei] I want to dye my hair

Angie thinks Bruce Wayne is a big liar!

The big liar who is a big bastard! ! !

Clearly saying that what happened at the entrance of the hospital was not her fault, she turned her head and pointed a needle that big at herself.

"I do not!!!"

The little girl shook her head like a rattle, her eyes were red, and she shrank herself in the corner of the bedroom.

In the previous 10 minutes, the two had a tug-of-war in this house.

With the syringe, Bruce chased the little girl from the living room to the dining room, from the dining room back to the living room, and finally from the living room to the bedroom.

Bruce really felt that he was not so tired after half a month of night patrol!

"Anqi, you have to be obedient." Master Wayne said earnestly, "I need a tube of your blood for you to check, so that I can understand your current physical condition."

"You lied!" Little Anqi pouted, "Didn't you have your blood drawn in the hospital? Why do you still have it?"

"I hate drawing blood!" The little girl's voice was choked with sobs.

Before appearing in Arkham, the clearest thing in that vague memory is the cold needle on the syringe.Those cold people in white clothes will hold needles and point them at their arms to draw out needle after needle of blood.Sometimes there are other things in the needle tube, which are injected into my arm, making me feel weak and confused, as if I am about to die.

Bruce had already noticed that Angie was so resistant to needles, but this is not the most important thing now.He kept this matter in his heart and called the director of the hospital. Angie's blood test must be stopped no matter whether it is completed or not, and all materials and blood must be destroyed.

"But, Mr. Wayne..." The dean was a little surprised, "Our laboratory technician said that last night you ordered the testing to be stopped and all documents were destroyed."

"..." Bruce frowned, but said calmly, "Is that so? Maybe I remembered it wrong. That's it."

After hanging up the phone, Bruce was suspicious.

——Who is hiding An Qi's special identity in his own name?

What is this person's purpose?

Bruce ruled out the Joker first.Based on what he knew about clowns, he would definitely blow up the hospital, instead of doing it so without a trace.

No matter who this person is, Gotham has one more uncontrollable factor.

Batman's desire to control is at work again.

Bruce suppressed his paranoia.This is not the most important thing at the moment.

Now that the blood in the hospital has been destroyed, then...

"Come here to draw blood, Angie." Bruce scowled [cross out], trying to relax his facial expression, coaxing gently and patiently.

"If you are obedient, I will give you my share of cookies today and tell you a story."

In this way, he looked like the strange sorghum who abducted the little loli.

However, I have to say that Bruce Wayne's trick really worked.In the hospital, he just coaxed An Qi to draw blood obediently like this, it just didn't work.

"Really, really?" The little girl began to waver.The bunny-like eyes looked at him, with a little uneasiness and uncertainty.Poor and cute.

"Really. I want you to promise." Bruce looked sincere.

"..." An Qi was about to blurt out her promise, but she thought of something again and wrinkled her little nose. "But you promised to give me your share of cookies last night."

Bruce: "..."

Failed.

"Hey, that's yesterday's portion. What I just said is today's portion. I'll give you the cookies for two days, as long as you agree."

"And a little story!" The little girl reminded Bruce with a pouted mouth.

"Well, there is a little story."

"Then I want two short stories." An Qi raised her index finger and middle finger.Her fingers were pale and soft, with baby fat on them, and looked as if they had been piled out of ice and snow.

"OK... two," Bruce said, "no more."

"Now, let's draw blood first, and I'll tell you a story tonight."

"Then, that's fine." Angie glanced at the needle tube in Bruce's hand, closed her eyes in fear, and stretched out her short arms as if she was dying.

"You have to be gentle..." The little girl pursed her lips and said aggrievedly.

"Okay." Bruce smiled, and tied up the new pressure on the little girl.

……

After the blood was drawn, Bruce carried the sobbing little Angie out of the living room, played the little girl's favorite cat and mouse, and brought her a plate of cookies.

"One, two, three, four, five..." The little girl counted, very dissatisfied, "Why is there only five yuan?"

——Ah Fu prepares six cookies for himself every day!Add up the morning and afternoon, a total of 12 yuan!

"You lied again!" The little girl jumped up from the sofa and stared at Bruce accusingly.

"how come?"

Bruce reached out to rub the top of the little girl's hair, but was slapped carelessly by her little hand.

——Don't touch it!Big scam! (`^)

Reluctantly, Bruce had no choice but to say: "It's going to be lunch in a while, I've eaten too many cookies, do you still have room for lunch in your stomach?"

"If you don't eat well, you won't grow up tall." Bruce imitated Ah Fu's tone, scaring little Angie.After this day and night, he has almost figured out how to get along with children.He also knew a lot about the little girl's character.Say this sentence, it is guaranteed to be easy to use.

really.

Little Angie silenced her voice.

"Okay then. I'll eat the rest after lunch."

"Yeah." Bruce rubbed Angie's little head, this time she didn't resist, she squinted her eyes obediently like a cat being licked and let him smooth her fur.

Seeing that Angie was watching TV quietly, Bruce took Angie's blood and went to the bat cave underground in Wayne Manor.

For Angie's blood test, Bruce took the lead in choosing to extract DNA from it for testing.

Not surprisingly, he saw the X gene from Angel's DNA report.

This is to be expected, but...

Bruce thought of the broken wires and downed streetlights at the hospital entrance.

——An Qi's ability should be able to control the magnetic field, or metal?

Bruce thought uncertainly.His guess made him unconsciously think of one of the leaders of a mutant who was very "sensible".

This association gave Bruce a bad feeling.

Unusual, Bruce thought of the joker in his heart.

—Do you know whose child you are raising! ?You crazy!

……

Bruce was busy in the Batcave for a while, but fortunately he still remembered that there was a little Angie in the living room.He took the time to make a phone call and asked his secretary to buy lunch and deliver it.Later, after lunch with Angie, he threw the plates and forks in the dishwasher, and plunged into the bat cave again.

When Bruce was in the Batcave, he always forgot to sleep and eat.

It wasn't until the siren sounded that he recovered from the act of digging up the DNA report in the secrecy department that various "face people" had entered.

A certain gang is doing drug dealing in the back alley of Fifth Avenue. I don't know if the talk has broken down or it's black and white, but now they have started fighting.

Bruce glanced at the time, 5:45.By this time, night had fallen outside, but it was still early for dinner.

——If you hurry up, you can get back in time.

Bruce made up his mind to go out to watch the night.Before changing clothes, he still glanced at the living room through the surveillance camera uncomfortably.

The little girl didn't know when she fell asleep, but now she was lying on the sofa, sleeping soundly.

Bruce changed into gear and went upstairs to cover her with a blanket.Then he went to the underground garage again, and drove his Batmobile out of Wayne Manor.

However, Bruce, who was disguised as Batman, didn't know that it was not a gang fight that brought him along Fifth Avenue.Rather an angry old father (??).Just like him, he didn't know that his private jet on the other side of the ocean had already left for a long time...

Fifth Avenue back alley.

By the time Bruce arrives, the gang fight is long over.

It was deadly silent here, only the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood filled the whole nostrils.

Bruce approached the closed battlefield slowly, with fallen corpses, scattered guns and drugs...

wrong!

Seeing the bullet holes on people's bodies and walls, Bruce's vigilance soared.

This trajectory is by no means an exchange of fire between the two sides.But the massacre from a third party! ! !

In the shadow at the end of the back alley of Fifth Avenue, several muscular men wearing masks and carrying heavy weapons looked at Batman not far away coldly, as if they were looking at a dead person.

Among them, the man with the most sturdy body and a rabbit face mask took off his mask.It's Paul.

He looked at the only slender, thin, green-haired man in the group who didn't wear a mask—the clown.

"Boss?" Paul said, meaning to ask.While speaking, he also raised a gun.

It seemed that he was asking the clown when to make a move.

"No, No, No...Paul, take it easy." Paul laughed strangely when he saw his boss, but his eyes under the bright moonlight were burning with flames.It is clearly a flame, but it gives people a very cold feeling.It seems that if it is contaminated by the flame, it will freeze into ice cubes.

"Although I won't play games with my old friends today, you don't want to interfere. This is a matter between men."

"Take them back, Paul." The clown ordered in a deep voice.

"...Yes." Although he didn't understand what the clown was doing, Paul still faithfully carried out his orders.

At this time, the clown had already thrown away the machine gun in his hand, picked up a steel pipe in the corner and went up to him.

"Well, well, well! Look who this is? Our old friend Batman! Hahahahaha!"

"Clown? It's you!" Bruce said in a deep voice.

Obviously, the mastermind behind this massacre has been found.

"If I don't do this, how can I catch up with my old friends?" The clown spread his hands and laughed.As if all this was taken for granted.

"madman!"

"Whatever you say." The clown shrugged, and then the smile on his face faded, "However, I'm not a big bat who came to play games with you today."

"I don't have time to play shit games with you clown!" Bruce took out the handcuffs, "Although I don't know how you escaped, you are destined to return to Arkham tonight!"

"Oh, Arkham." The clown smiled strangely, "Of course, I will go. To be honest, I also miss the beds there."

The clown came to the door on his own initiative tonight, in order to enter Arkham.According to Gotham Police Department records, Harley was indeed sent to Arkham the night before she disappeared.He'd have to go in and check again, to see if he'd overlooked something.

However, before that...

"Before entering Arkham, I still have a bill to settle with you." His eyes began to darken.

Bruce didn't care.The accounts between them have long been countless.

However, the next thing he heard the clown said: "You actually let my little baby go to the hospital!"

The clown's face is ferocious, like a dragon about to get angry.

Bruce was taken aback by the clown's words, and thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind.

--he……

This is such a gap that you can't even blink, the clown's steel pipe has seized the opportunity and swung it over.

"Ah!"

The clown hit Bruce in the stomach with a steel pipe, and his words were like the roar of a dragon: "Do you know whose child you are raising!? You idiot!"

After finishing speaking, another steel pipe hit Bruce's slightly curved back.

Bruce?

Bruce, who was beaten, was in pain, but still felt that the words were familiar...

Bruce: "..."

—fuck!

Clown: I will pay back what you said!

... These two people are really "each other".