family history of mental illness

"Iron Man?" Brant recognized the high-profile guy at a glance.

A nervous little milk voice sounded immediately: "And me, Mr. Stark is running too fast!" Peter followed up panting: "Long time no see, Brant, and Omer."

Before Brandt and Omir responded, Jason walked over a few steps: "Long time no see, Spider-Man." In this case, it is obviously inappropriate to call Peter, but it is fine to call him Spider-Man.

But Peter looked at Jason in a daze, and asked strangely, "Who are you?"

Jason: "...!"

Jason was even more sour.

What's the matter with you, Peter boy?Amnesia?Why don't you even know me?

But after being sour, he recalled that they could indeed be regarded as friends, but only if Jason and Peter, or Jason and Spiderman, he knew both of Peter's identities, but his red hood identity, Peter But I have never seen it.

Therefore, Peter is not a scumbag, but Jason has too many little secrets that have not been disclosed.

But Peter is not stupid. Seeing the behavior of the red hood, listening to the familiar voice, and contacting the acquaintances present, he quickly realized something.

Peter pointed at him and said in surprise, "You are Jajja..."

"Just know." Jason interrupted what he hadn't said yet.

Peter nodded, swallowed the rest of the words, and asked, "What's going on here?"

It would be a long story to explain what was going on, but time was running out, and there was no time to talk about it right now.

Fortunately, with Iron Man and Spiderman joining, their pressure dropped sharply. Not long after, Captain America and Bucky also arrived late, and later, Thor, Black Widow, Hawkeye, Hulk...

A large group of Avengers members jumped out one by one, so that Batman, who would say "get out of my Gotham" to most superheroes who came to Gotham, thoroughly experienced it. What is strength in numbers.

The lycanthropes were rubbed against the ground, Amadeus was subdued, and after Brant told what Stark's "new" neighbor had done, a group of people began to stare at the wall.

"So, where is the way?" Peter hesitantly asked everyone's question, successfully breaking the silence.

Bruce speculated: "It should be behind this wall."

Brant asked, "How to get in? Or explode?"

Bruce took out the props that blasted the floor before: "Lucius's gadgets, I still have a lot."

"Don't be so troublesome." Stark behind him said easily: "Leave it to me, trust me, it's just a matter of one shot."

Bruce raised his eyebrows, moved away from the position in front of him, and Stark pointed his palm cannon at the wall.

aim.

"No!" Amadeus roared angrily, and then begged: "Don't do this, please..."

Bruce frowned: "Don't hurt the people behind."

"Relax, I have pretty good control," Stark said.

emission.

"Oh!"

The wall remained motionless, only a small shallow pit appeared where the muzzle was aimed.

Bruce: "..."

Stark: "..."

Peter sighed and covered his face: "Mr. Stark shouldn't be asked to drink."

Stark said dissatisfiedly: "It has nothing to do with the wine, I just misjudged the strength of the wall, this time it will definitely work."

After he finished speaking, regardless of other people's reactions, he aimed again and fired the palm cannon.

This time, with a loud muffled sound, the wall disintegrated and shattered, revealing a person-high round hole.

Several people walked in warily, and Amadeus was also carried by Captain America and brought in.

This is a long corridor. The original lighting facilities must have been in disrepair for a long time, intermittently flashing a light yellow light, and emitting mottled patches of light.

On both sides of the corridor, there are hundreds of glass containers densely packed, each of which contains a corpse. According to what Amadeus said, it should be his collection that was used as a test object. down.

Ahead was a metal door for iris recognition. Captain America led Amadeus to the front. Hawkeye opened his desperately closed left eye with both hands, and swiped open the door.

Amadeus was completely depressed, but they did not let down their vigilance.

Through this door, the inside is another world.

Neat, rigorous, full of sense of technology.

Brant looked around. There were many scientific research facilities that he couldn't name, and of course, the incubator he was most familiar with.

This time there are two incubators, one is a young glamorous girl floating half-floating in it, she looks only in her twenties, and the other is a teenage girl, according to Amadeus, It should be him who recovered his young wife and daughter.

Edward sat on the ground dejectedly, showing no trace of his previous elite style.

He didn't react when he heard the explosion behind him.

Amadeus suddenly realized something, he asked nervously: "Edward, you... what's wrong with you?"

Edward sat motionless on the ground.

Amadeus's voice was trembling: "Say it!"

Edward stood up slowly, took off his glasses, wiped them, put them on again, and then turned around slowly, revealing a haggard and indifferent face.

"Failed." He said calmly.

Amadeus felt a blur in front of his eyes, and almost collapsed on the ground: "How could it fail? Didn't the last experiment succeed?"

Edward said coldly: "The last one was successful, but it doesn't mean it will always be successful. Your wife and daughter may have been dead for too long, or maybe my ability is not enough. The second stage of awakening was unsuccessful."

Eight years of planning, killing countless people, and abandoning ideals and beliefs, in the end it was nothing.

Amadeus burst into laughter suddenly: "Okay. Okay! Okay..." He said three good things in a row: "Since you can't save my wife and daughter, let your sister be buried with you."

As he spoke, he looked at the people around him angrily, and suddenly took off the magnetic sheet attached to his temple, and stuck the two sheets together.

not good!

For heroes who have experienced countless battles, large and small, the body's stress response is sometimes one step faster than the brain.

So at the moment when the disk bomb exploded, Steve let go of his grip and jumped far away. Sent outside the range of the explosion.

Edward didn't appreciate it: "I'm such a useless brother, what else can I save, anyway, I can't save Jennifer."

Peter looked at him helplessly: "Why can't it be saved?"

Edward glanced at him, and said coldly: "The resurrected person who is genetically matched can save her, but the last one who was successfully matched was killed by Arkham, and now this successful one is impossible to wake up. It's been half a month since I left Jennifer, do you think she can still live?"

These days, his only hope is to revive Arkham's successful wife, because only in this way can Jennifer have the hope of surviving.

Peter stammered and asked: "Is there no one else who can? I mean the genetic ratio."

Edward still had that stinky world-weary face: "No more." He remembered something, and said disgustedly: "There was another one, but that person has long since escaped..."

Edward suddenly fell silent.

He looked at Omir who was slowly walking in at the end of the crowd, rushed over and grabbed him by the collar.

"How dare you!" he said bitterly.

Brant frowned dissatisfiedly, and broke his hand: "Calm down, don't move."

Edward panted heavily: "How dare you run away!"

Omir said with a confused face: "How fresh, you imprisoned me, and you didn't allow me to escape by myself?"

Edward gritted his teeth and said, "Jennifer believes in you so much! How will she live if you are gone?"

Omir still said with a confused face: "You should know that Jennifer let me go."

Edward said angrily, "It's only half a month away from recovery! It's only half a month away from her recovery..." He covered his face with his hands as he spoke, and no one could see his face clearly. expression.

Omir still said with a confused face: "Yes, so I finished my private affairs and went back immediately to make up for the half month."

Edward...

Edward raised his head abruptly, looking at Omer with red eyes.

"What did you say?"

Brand pulled Omir away from Edward, and then said with lingering fear: "Omir went back to find Jennifer and cured her."

Edward repeated blankly: "It's cured..."

Brandt said: "Actually, if we had discussed it from the very beginning, instead of confinement and coercion, how could there be so many things? Your brother is not as sensible as your sister."

Omir said: "You can't say that, of course, there is Frank after all... Well, it is indeed not as good as my sister anyway."

Edward, who was judged to be inferior to his younger sister after being coffined, suddenly turned red and smiled with relief.

He patted his clothes and slowly stood up while leaning on the wall.He sighed softly and said, "Thank you."

Everything started in a dramatic way and ended in a dramatic way.

The culprit is Amadeus?Or a clown?Or Mad Dog?In fact, in the final analysis, it is because of this world, this society, this... Gotham.

The follow-up issues will be dealt with in stages.

What Stark meant was that, after all, this incident happened next door to him, and it was within the jurisdiction of the Avengers Alliance. He should take over Edward's subsequent detention.

But Batman said with a strong attitude that this matter is Gotham's business, Amadeus is the dean of Arkham, and the clown is a famous lunatic in Gotham. It is unreasonable to leave it to outsiders to solve what they have done. , and the ownership of Edward's legacy should naturally be handed over to Gotham.

Stark can't beat Batman.

It should be said that no one in the world can change Batman's decision.

Except for himself.

So in the end, Edward let Robin handcuff his hands without the slightest resistance, and was escorted into the Batmobile parked outside the exit. Tan.

After setting foot on this very distinctive land again, Brant took a deep breath.

Farewell eve.

Jason asked him, "What are your plans?"

Brandt said: "I want to take Omir to Arkham. I have been absent from work for more than half a month. It's time to cancel my leave." What happened to the dean, it seems to be very troublesome to do anything now. Let’s not talk about it, what about you, what are your plans?"

A bewildered young boy's face flashed in Jason's mind, and his expression eased unconsciously: "Peter is going to be on vacation soon, and he said he wants to visit my hometown, so I have to prepare to entertain him."

Brandt: "...?"

What's the matter, little brother, everyone is together, when did you two make an appointment?

Jason coughed twice in embarrassment, scratched his face... the red hood on his face: "Just now, Peter sent me a text message."

Brandt tilted his head to look at the screen of the phone, and there were long paragraphs of text sent by Peter, and only at the end, Jason replied indifferently.

"Oh, come if you want."

Nothing else.

Brant looked at the cold reply on the phone, and then at Jason himself who was expecting and nervous.

Emmm...

Fine.

Wayne tradition, I understand.

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I'm a red hood, red hood, I have many little secrets, little secrets, I won't tell you, I won't tell you.

Peter: "..." MDZZ