[Zhongyingmei] I want to dye my hair

"Daddy!"

On the fourth day when Angie came to Stark Tower, she made a video call with her beloved clown dad.

"Little darling, do you miss me?" On the electronic screen, the pale-skinned green-haired man had his usual strange smile on his face, but his green eyes were lighter.

"Yeah!" The little girl held up the tablet and nodded vigorously, expressing her miss for her daddy.

"Daddy, when can I find you!"

"Well, that's not okay, baby." The camera over there wandered around, and the clown held the phone in another hand, looking a little lazy with his chin propped on his right hand.

"Hmm...why?" The little girl puffed her cheeks with a disappointed expression.

——Daddy, isn't An Qi your little baby?

"Isn't my little baby going to be a little hero?" The clown raised his eyebrows.

"But..." An Qi pursed her lips.

——If you are a hero, you can't meet daddy?

Simple little girls don't understand this yet.

"Oh, my little baby..." The clown at the other end of the video sighed, his green eyes seemed to be dancing with fire, "You know, it's not easy to be a hero."

——Whether it is a superhero or a super villain, I have never heard of Daddy hugging and holding high when returning home after a fight outside.

"You have to learn to grow up, baby," said the clown.

In the eyes of most people, the clown is a moody, unprincipled lunatic.However, for his precious daughter, he wished to spoil her to heaven.

But since An Qi has chosen a completely different path from his own, the clown has to strictly demand her.

——After all, being a superhero is really not that easy.

Chou Ye, who is at the top of the pyramid of the villain camp, said that dealing with villains is much more difficult than dealing with superheroes.

Of course, luck is often on the side of the superhero, so that the villain often wastes all his previous efforts.However, the latter will always make a comeback, desperate to make a comeback.

The hero side may win, but not every victory comes unscathed.They often also pay a heavy price because of momentary negligence or other things.

The clown doesn't want to see this.

My daughter wants to be a little hero?good!let her go.

When she gets tired of playing this "hero game", just bring her back.

Yes, in the eyes of the clown, Angie is just playing a role-playing game.

But if Angel suffered any harm because of this "game"...

"..." The clown narrowed his eyes, and the eyes revealed through the gap were extremely deep.

"Daddy?" Sensing that the clown's mood was wrong, the little girl tilted her head and looked at him with blinking eyes.

"It's okay, sweetheart." The clown calmed down the corners of his mouth that could not be controlled maliciously just now, "I just thought of something interesting."

"Oh..." the little girl pouted.

She knew that the "interesting thing" that daddy said was definitely not coming to see her.It is possible to think about how to play with Batman.

--snort!Stinky bat, bad bat!Always earn daddy's attention with yourself.

"Ah!" Far away in Wayne Manor, Bruce, who had a headache because the clown escaped from prison again and disappeared, sneezed.

"Are you all right, Bruce?" Clark, who came to the manor as a reporter, asked concerned, "Did you catch a cold?"

"The weather hasn't cooled down yet, so it shouldn't be a cold." Ah Fu shook his head and ruled out Clark's theory, "Maybe Miss Angie is thinking about you, sir."

"Hey..." Ah Fu sighed, "During dinner last night, I also sneezed. Maybe it's because Miss An Qi didn't eat well outside and missed the cookies I made."

The meaning behind the old housekeeper's words should not be too obvious.

Bruce: "..."

——Ah Fu, stop talking, I just have a cold!

Also, that child An Qi is doing well outside.His nasty boy even called yesterday at noon to show off that he took the child to have a seafood dinner.

On the other side, let's not mention the longing of the old butler of Wayne Manor and Bruce's helplessness.This side, the father-daughter talk time is coming to an end.

"It's getting late." The clown stretched his waist and said, "It's time for my little one to go to bed."

"Well... alright." Angie would listen to the clown's words.

"Good night, daddy..." the little girl said reluctantly.

"Good night, baby."

"..." hung up the call, and the clown threw the phone away.

"Paul." He pulled out his revolver and held it in his right hand, playing with it.

"Boss?" Paul, the confidant who was guarding the clown, took a step forward, waiting for his boss's order.

"The last time I went to the glass room, the idiot Boomerang (Captain) said that he saw another wave of people trying to rob my little baby?"

"Yes, boss!" Paul acted quickly, took out the tablet computer that was hidden somewhere, quickly swipe the screen a few times, and called up a picture for the clown to see.

"This is the screenshot sent by Captain Boomerang." Paul handed the tablet to the clown, "They are members of the Hydra organization."

"Hydra..." The clown murmured softly as if talking to himself, leaning back on the back of the sofa.

"I heard that the S.H.I.E.L.D. also sent people over to Raccoon City last time?"

Although the clown has left early, his news is also very well-informed.

"Yes, boss." Paul nodded, "After dealing with the T-virus issue, when Professor X, the leader of the X-Men, was negotiating, the leader of the S.H.I.E.L.D. team mentioned Miss Angie."

To be precise, he mentioned "the little mutant girl who rescued people in the live video" seemingly inadvertently, praised her, and praised Professor X for his good teaching.

They're talking nonsense.It is guessed that the "little mutant girl" Angie belongs to Professor X.

Facing such an obvious routine, Professor X just smiled and said nothing.

"After that, they also checked the videos of the roads in the city to find Miss Angie. But those videos have been cleared by Stark." Paul added.

"Really?" The clown tugged at the corner of his mouth.

——It seems that those people are very "interested" in his little baby.

That being the case... How can I do it if I don't have fun with them?

"Paul..."

"yes, boss."

"My old friend has been a little bored these days." The clown played with the revolver in his hand and threw out a beautiful gun flower.

Paul: "???"

——Boss, so what?

"Let's find new friends', they will be very interesting hahaha!" As he spoke, he laughed out loud, and the malice contained in that weird and treacherous smile was so obvious.

"..." Paul, who was used to this, lowered his eyes and waited for his boss to finish laughing before giving himself a task.

"Go and play with the people from S.H.I.E.L.D. Don't let them keep paying attention to people they shouldn't be paying attention to." The green-haired man's eyes were cold and sinister, like a wolf protecting its cubs, with green eyes , like a burning will-o'-the-wisp.

"yes……???"

--its not right!

Paul, who nodded habitually, suddenly raised his head, very surprised.

It can be said that Paul's appearance is rare.

"What?" The clown glanced sideways.

"Boss...you mean...S.H.I.E.L.D.?" This was the first time Paul had doubts when he received the mission after following the clown for so long.

"Otherwise what else do you think it could be, Paul?" The clown turned to look at Paul with a smile.

"I..." Paul opened his mouth, but in the end he firmly believed in his boss's decision, and immediately bowed his head and admitted his mistake. "I was talking too much, boss, please forgive me!"

——He thought that the target of the clown's attack would be Hydra.

Paul clenched his fists tightly.It's nervous, but also a little regretful.

——How could he question the decision of his own boss?

This is his belief!his god!

Paul's reaction seemed to please the clown.He twitched the corners of his mouth, and it was rare for him to explain his confidant's doubts: "I know what you're thinking, Paul."

"You are too young and have too little experience, so it's understandable." The clown was so eloquent this time.

Born in the 50s, Paul, the "young man" who has seen many big scenes with clowns: "..."

"Since World War II, Hydra has restrained its claws and become a turtle."

As for the reason...

--Ha ha!

The clown narrowed his eyes, and laughed loudly at a certain former Hydra leader from the bottom of his heart.

That idiot Red Skull is not good enough to be played around by a soldier in tights.

Later, the Red Skull died strangely, and the hydra had no leader, and it turned from light to darkness.

"It's not difficult to find their base camp, but I don't have much time to waste. The artificial intelligence that my little baby has just made said that there are some Hydra undercover agents in S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Playing with S.H.I.E.L.D. is the same."

"Yes, boss!" Paul nodded, and exited to make preparations.

In fact, even the clown knew about it, without needing to mention the red queen.

The Hydra in S.H.I.E.L.D. is more than the team she discovered.

S.H.I.E.L.D. has already been infiltrated into a sieve without realizing it.

Thinking that at least half of the ten S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were Hydras in vests, the clown laughed out loud as if delighted.

"Hahaha!"

"Hmm..." After a while, the clown who had stopped smiling stretched out his ring finger, and wiped away the physiological tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingertips.

——A group of ignorant human beings who have no idea that they are living in the illusion of beauty and peace.

so funny!

"It's a pity that such a funny thing ended so soon." The clown seemed a little regretful.

If it wasn't for the fact that the Hydra organization didn't have eyes for his little baby's idea, the clown who had been watching for decades would really like to see how these two not-so-smart organizations would come to an end .

The "loyal audience" clown said that he doesn't like the ending that is too mediocre.

So... as long as those people are not too much, he doesn't mind keeping them for his little ones to practice.

— Whether it's S.H.I.E.L.D. or Hydra.

In the eyes of the Joker, S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra are the same.

They are all wild monsters to upgrade his little baby.

As for the boss...

The clown was suddenly startled with a rare expression, his green eyes were far-reaching.

"According to the years... it should be soon."

——This time, how will this world end?

Ah... really looking forward to it.

"a ha ha ha!"

In the dark room, the green-haired man kept laughing weirdly.The madness in that voice made people listen.I can't help being terrified.

The author says:

Ahhh!Finally buried the foreshadowing about the ending.

This is also the private setting of Mr. Chou.

I believe you have seen some of it.

In view of the fact that there are so many parallel worlds in the DC universe, and the pure and unpretentious existence of the Joker, this private setting changed according to the plot is also reasonable... right?

Thanks to DC for not explaining the origin of Ugly Lord, which made me have this brain hole.As for the "Joker" solo movie coming out after the brain hole came out, I won't mention it QAQ

Little fairies who don’t know much about DC, don’t worry, Mr. Chou is still the same Mr. Ugly, he just lives a little longer and “experiences” a little more [cover your face]

Good night, thank you to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~

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