family history of mental illness

Happy sat in the car until 11:30, and finally couldn't help but rang the doorbell of Brant's house. The person who opened the door was neither the owner nor the boss, but Peter's little friend Jason.

"I'm here...to find Mr. Stark?" Happy said awkwardly: "He has a meeting at 07:30 tomorrow morning, if you don't leave, it will be too late."

"Oh." Jason said blankly, "Then you have to take him away."

Happy felt a sense of foreboding.

Sure enough, as soon as he entered the door, Happy saw a drunk Tony Stark.He only felt that his blood pressure was soaring, and his heart began to beat wildly. Again and again, he wanted to resign, but thinking about how many times his salary, he still walked towards his boss resignedly.

"He's been sober for 14 days and I naively thought it would work this time."

Picking up the empty wine bottle on Tony's body, he put it on the coffee table.

Peter helped Happy to straighten Tony, and put his arm around Happy's neck and put it on his shoulder: "This time? Does that mean there have been many times?"

Happy said sadly: "There are 23 records this year."

Jason asked strangely: "How long?"

Happy pondered for a while and said, "The shortest is 17 hours, the longest is 24 days..."

Jason looked at him speechlessly: "You're right."

Happy asked, "What did I say?"

Jason: "You are really naive to think he can succeed."

Happy: "..."

The conscientious Happy helped Tony to leave, and after sending Mr. Stark away, the little angel Peter then took the drunk Brant!Also hugged to the bed.

Jason didn't help, but followed suit.

Brant's eyes were closed tightly, and Peter put his hands on his abdomen neatly. He looked harmless to humans and animals, and looked easy to bully.

Jason thought so too.

"So that's why you put pigtails on him?" Peter asked in disbelief, "When Brant wakes up tomorrow morning, won't he see the top of his head? Except you are me, or are you going to lie to him?" Mister Stark did it drunk?"

Jason's eyes lit up: "You reminded me, good idea."

Peter refused to talk to him, covered Brant with a quilt and closed the door, and went back to his room.

Peter and Jason should be regarded as roommates now. The small villa that Brant rented did not have many rooms, two bedrooms, two guest rooms, plus a small attic, it was a place where all people could live.

Needless to say, Brant and Neil occupied one bedroom before, Julie lived in the attic, and a guest room was used as a utility room with tools and luggage piled up early—later Bucky lived in it, and Jason and Peter lived in it. So we had to squeeze together and become roommates.

Roommates in one bed.

Fortunately, the bed was big enough, and Peter lay on his left side timidly, with his back to Jason, bombarding Happy with his cell phone.

[Happy, when did you come to Miami? ]

[How long is Mr. Stark going to stay? ]

[To be honest, I'm going to get rusty for more than half a month, and you know, there are no serious tasks here. ]

[Oh... I can't say that, the one two days ago was considered a big case? ]

[I think that medicine is a bit like a low-grade version of super serum, the kind of Captain America, those mutants are very powerful. ]

[But when will the next mission be released? ]

[By the way, SHIELD should also exist, right?During the fusion of the universe, this is really hard to say. ]

[Ah I can't seem to say this?I mean cosmic fusion, uh... can I? ]

……

Happy: [I'm driving, Peter. ]

Peter tapped his head in frustration, and started pressing his phone frantically again.

[Oh sorry. ]

[I don't know, I mean, I thought you guys were already here. ]

[Okay I won't disturb your driving. ]

[Be safe, Happy. ]

However, Peter waited for a long time, and never got even half a word of reply.

Putting the phone down on the bed with a heavy heart, Peter rested his arms on his pillow and soon fell asleep.

Jason's posture was much more aggressive, lying on his back with his legs spread out, domineeringly occupying most of the bed.

He took out the bat dart he picked up during the day, put one hand behind his head, and held the bat dart in the other to look carefully.

The moonlight flooded the entire bed through the window. Jason looked at the dark bat dart, and couldn't help but think of that big black bat in his mind.

How could that bad gambler have a batarang?What the hell happened?Jason had many doubts in his mind, but anyway, since the bat dart was here, he shouldn't be too far away.

Thinking of this, Jason suddenly clenched his fists, held the bat dart tightly in his palm, and let out a long sigh.

Bruce, where are you...

……

Where exactly?

Bruce didn't speak very well about this question either.

Opening his heavy eyelids, Bruce sat up abruptly, but the dull pain of the wound made him lose his strength all of a sudden, and fell back down again.

"I advise you not to act rashly." A cold voice said.

Bruce became alert all of a sudden, his jaw that was exposed outside the hood tightened, and his lips were pursed.

But then, a kind female voice sounded: "You old man can't speak well, so don't say it. Young man, your ribs are cracked and you can't move around. This old guy is also worried about you, so he said that. It’s a bad problem that has been going on for decades, and it can’t be changed.”

Bruce calmed down, only to find that the person speaking was a gray-haired old lady, looking at him with a smile.And the one who didn't sound like a good person before was actually a little old man who stared at him frequently with dissatisfaction.

Looking down at his dark "professional attire", Bruce couldn't help being even more confused.

What is going on here?

Bruce began to recall that he was guarding his Gotham as usual today, and then... oh yes, and then met today's protagonist, the Riddler.In the process of solving the puzzle, he accidentally fell into the opponent's trap and fell from the rooftop.

Although he grabbed the guardrail with the hook lock in time, he still slammed heavily on the balcony on the 8th floor and passed out.

So how could he be in a car?

Or a high-end RV with a strong family atmosphere?

With that in mind, Bruce asked the question.

The little old man stared at him with folded arms, and said in a strange way: "Who knows why you fainted in the wilderness, you don't look like a good person in this outfit, baby, we shouldn't have taken him in, it would be better to call an ambulance at that time gone."

The old lady squinted her eyes and said with a smile: "Look at how strong he is, he is exactly the same as when you were young, just rely on him to miss you."

"???" The little old man almost twisted his mouth in anger: "I'm also strong now, and I'm even more handsome than this shameless guy. I said why didn't you go to the prison to see me for seven or eight years? It's all about bad legs and feet." Excuse!"

The old lady was still smiling, apparently not taking her wife's unreasonable troubles seriously: "How could it be, my dear, don't think too much about it."

The middle-aged man sitting in the co-pilot listened to his parents talking to each other, and endured for a long time, but couldn't hold back, and interrupted them: "Dad, Mom, shall we still travel as planned? Or Send this gentleman to the nearest hospital."

Bruce also finally interjected: "The hospital is fine. Excuse me, where is this in Gotham?"

He looked at the scenery on the side of the road and thought about it for a long time, but he never thought that there would be such a place in Gotham. He knew every inch of Gotham's land well, so it was impossible not to recognize it.

But the middle-aged man's answer made him even more confused: "Gotham? This is Miami."

Miami?

That coastal metropolis in Florida?

Bruce was full of question marks, and couldn't figure out how he moved from Gotham to Miami thousands of kilometers away during his short period of coma.

Hurry up and tell Ah Fu.

Thinking of this, he turned on the contact device, but there was no signal on the other side, and borrowed his mobile phone to call Ah Fu, but it kept saying that it was an empty number.

Can't help but open Google, search his city - nothing, search Wayne Corporation - nothing, search Superman, Green Arrow, Flash - all nothing.

Inexplicably coming to the unknown Gotham thousands of kilometers away, A Fu who became an empty number, and Bruce Wayne who has no such person, all of them are connected together, which makes him have an ominous premonition.

He may have come to another universe...

Thinking of Gotham without his supervision for a while, the brows under Batman's hood were tightly frowned, which broke the heart of an old mother.

……

……

Seattle.

In a huge water tank as tall as a person, an adult male hangs in the water, with a pair of eyes shining through the water waves, with a lake-green luster.His limbs were hanging in the water, unable to move, but his consciousness gradually returned.

……

"From today onwards, your name will be Omir!" Xiao Douding said solemnly.

"I don't want to give this painting to the teacher, I want to give it to you." The child showed off holding up the drawing board.

"I'm not in a hurry to take over my body. Don't you want to eat fruit tarts? Go and eat your fill." The grown-up youth looked at him with tolerance and trust and said.

And that piercing sound.

"Omer!"

……

He remembered it all.

He is Omir, and his sole purpose is to protect his Maker.

"Brant..."

His lips opened and closed, silently uttering a call.Edward, who was pacing anxiously in front of the water tank, suddenly looked at him.

"Consciousness has really recovered?" He squeezed his trembling fingers, and quickly called up the data panel: "All indicators are normal, heart rate has recovered, and cell activity is excellent...We really...successful?"

The elder couldn't hide his excitement: "Quick, let it come out."

Edward was too lazy to correct his title, he opened the glass cover above the water tank according to his words, and slowly clamped the man out with the mechanical arm.

Omir sat cross-legged on the ground naked, feeling the return of strength, and a super state that had never been seen before.

He slowly clenched and relaxed his fists, slowly raised and lowered his arms, adapting to this new state.

An older voice whispered the brainwashing words of "loyalty and dedication". Omir hung his head and said nothing, but stood up abruptly after fully adapting to his body.

This startled the elder: "What are you doing?"

Omir's answer was to punch him on the bridge of the nose, then smashed the window, jumped out without looking back, and disappeared into the thick night.

The nosebleeds of the elders flowed down, Edward couldn't hold it back, and burst out laughing with a "poof".

The elder held his nose and scolded angrily: "What are you still doing!"

Edward said innocently: "I can't beat him either. You forgot that every stat of his body is the best."

He sighed and said, "Is this the future you see?"

The elder stopped the nosebleed, and after a long silence, he said, "It's just a small mistake, and he will come back." He turned to look at the huge water tank, and said quietly, "He can't do without this."

……

Omir sneaked into a house under the cover of night, stole his clothes and sneaked out again.

The owner of this house is probably a little short, which caused the T-shirt to show his lower abdomen when he moved a lot, and his trousers exposed an ankle.But now he is full of Brant, and he doesn't care about it at all.

"Miami."

He looked at the moon and murmured in a low voice: "I'll go find you, wait for me, Brant."

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Omir: Boob, miss you miss you miss you

Brandt: Brother Tie, cheers!

Omir: Boo Boo, I'll find you right away

Brandt: Brother Tie, you are really my confidant!

Old Iron: Hurrah zzz

Omer:? ? ?

Love is a green light, the world is not worth it :)