[Comprehensive British and American] Write Lei Wen in the name of Super Reverse

Bei Guoxia woke up with a pale face, and found that the computer was being held tightly in his arms.

"You got drunk last night." Jason, who was sitting by the bed, said to him, "And it was with a man, on the bar."

He stared closely at Baguoxia.

Bei Guoxia's face was numb, his eyes were rigid, and he didn't respond.

"Don't listen to his nonsense," corrected Carl standing by the bed, "you just bought all the guests a drink, and after spending all the money, you ran naked on the stage and danced a bunny dance, and we all took pictures .”

He stared closely at Baguoxia.

Bei Guoxia gave a flat "oh" and said listlessly: "Whatever, I have a headache."

"Stop teasing him," Connor said disapprovingly, walking into the bedroom.

"It's not a tease, we made a bet," Carl retorted.

Connor walked to the bed, pushed Baguoxia's shoulder, and comforted him, "You didn't do much when you were drunk, you just typed."

Bei Guoxia sat up "crashly", scared out of her wits.

"You win." Both Carl and Jason handed over the dollar to Connor.

Connor:? ? ?

Bei Guoxia nestled on the sofa alone, turning on the computer in a panic.

He was afraid that if he shot after drinking, the whole Gotham would be wiped out.

"System," he called out in his mind, "didn't they read my documents last night?"

"Don't worry, I covered it up for you." The system replied.

Bei Guoxia breathed a sigh of relief, and said to himself, "I didn't write anything excessive last night, did I?"

The system was silent.

The previous chapters looked like this:

The misunderstood Joker is thrown into Arkham.

Attract the boss's attention and get pregnant.

Bai Yueguang vowed to drive away this "third party".

The clown is beaten and suffers a critical blow.

The second male Batman was heartbroken when he learned about it.

The clown has a miscarriage.

Bei Guoxia tremblingly dragged to the end to see what she had written.

Or rather, what happened last night.

Last night, when Batman was leaning over the top of the building, looking at the city below, Superman flew and landed beside him.

"Superman, what brought you to Gotham?" Batman asked seriously.

Superman's blue eyes were full of sympathy: "I've heard about that."

"Which one?" Batman goes through all the recent events in his head, wondering what made Superman look that way.

Superman sighs, "You know, the Joker could have been a mother."

Batman: "..."

He wanted to pull Superman by the collar and question him: What the hell are you talking about?

Superman said again: "Fortunately, you are willing to take care of him. I believe he will be cured."

Batman didn't speak, because he was fighting the urge to speak in his mind with all his might.

He had a strong feeling that he would never like hearing what he had to say.

"Are you going to Arkham? I'd like to give you a ride," said Superman sincerely. "You can't keep a poor man who lost his child waiting too long."

"No!" Batman squeezed out the word, trembling all over.

"I understand how you feel," admitted Superman embarrassedly. "I thought about it too. If this happened to me... Sorry, I can't do it. I don't even dare to think about it. But you did, you His behavior is much more selfless than you can imagine."

"There's a big misunderstanding!" Batman said emphatically.

"Misunderstanding?" Superman's eyes were puzzled at first, and then slowly turned to be true.

He crossed his waist and said angrily: "Batman, you don't plan to take care of him at all?"

"The clown doesn't need my care!"

"Rao!" Superman shook his head, looking at him disapprovingly, "How can you say that? It's about his miscarriage, the loss of his child, and his heartbreak."

"It doesn't matter at all," Batman raged, "I didn't even know you... um!"

He hugged his head angrily, his meaning could not be clearly expressed at all.

"Unbelievable." Superman looked very disappointed, raised his cape, stomped his feet heavily, and flew into the air.

For the sake of Superman's quick walk, Batman decided not to care about the big hole in the ground with him.

Superman is gone, Diana is here.

Wonder Woman landed majestically next to him, giving him a hug unexpectedly.

"Be strong, Batman," she said softly. "I've heard what happened recently."

"Great," Batman growled through gritted teeth, "because I don't even know what's going on lately."

"I understand that without explanation, pain can cause a person to temporarily lose their memory." Diana nodded and said with the serious expression of an Amazon warrior, "No matter what, I will support you."

She put her right hand on Batman's shoulder: "I'm not good at expressing emotions, but I wish you all."

Batman looks at the back of the woman leaving, thinking about why life has fallen into such a crazy situation.

He immediately returned to the Batmobile, turned on the video phone, and contacted the Batcave.

When Robin appeared on the screen with his hands folded against his chin, he felt bad:

The kid didn't even show Batdog.

"I heard you were responsible for the pregnancy and miscarriage of a painted-faced nemesis?" Damian asked with a smile.

Not a sarcastic smile, he was actually smiling.

"Damian, kid, are you okay?" Batman was really a little terrified.

"I'm fine," Damian said sweetly, he pulled out the knife, chopped it into the table, and smiled instantly, his eyes filled with murderous coldness, "I just want you to know that I reject the stepmother you chose for me. "

"Nonsense." Batman flatly denied.

Damian cut off the call abruptly, ran around the room, gearing up, beating his chest and feet:

"It's almost a fait accompli, and he is still defending that monster!"

Damian makes a phone call to Gordon.

In the call, Damian angrily accuses the Gotham Police Department of inaction.

"He's a lunatic, he's a criminal, he's still green, he's unfaithful, he's cheating, he's not good enough for Batman! Give him the money and let him go!"

Damian is like a vicious mother-in-law who opposes her son's marriage with Xiao Baihua.

Gordon was very busy and didn't believe it. He just nodded repeatedly and said perfunctorily, "Well, yes, you're right."

Damian hesitates, because in his senses he deserves a no, not a yes.

However, he ignored it and continued to question: "Then why does Batman insist on being responsible for him?"

After 10 minutes of blank mind, Gordon only spit out one word: "Oh?"

Alfred called several times, but Batman didn't have the courage to press the answer button.

He chose to bury his head in solving the problem.

Every time Batman has a problem, he looks for clues from the most important parties.

This time was no exception, he rushed directly to Arkham to see the Joker.

As a result, he didn't even step through the door of Arkham.

"No, Batman." Amanda was the first to lead the army to block the door. "Until you get rid of your crazy thoughts, you are forbidden to see the clown!"

"I don't have any crazy ideas at all." Batman said impatiently, "Someone got in the way and caused you to misunderstand me."

"You think I'll believe your nonsense?"

Harry jumped out, swung a sledgehammer, and threw it at him: "You have taken a fancy to my little pudding, no one can take him away from me!"

The intercom rang.

While Batman was dealing with Harley Quinn, he was receiving communications.

"Hi, Batman." Nightwing's brisk voice came from over there.

"Come on to Arkham," Batman said, "I must meet the Joker."

Ye Yi was silent for a moment, and asked too seriously: "So, those things are true?"

For a moment, Batman wanted to swing the communicator out.

Nightwing cuts off the call, and Red Robin calls.

"I trust you, Batman," Tim said firmly.

Batman felt a tinge of relief.

"I'm drafting a lawyer's letter," Tim said confidently, "don't worry, I will sue Arkham for the crime of defamation, and declare that you are No. 1, and you and the clown are officially engaged. They don't want you to be a backup."

"Red Robin."

"exist?"

"go to bed now."

——According to the progress of the traffic article, ah, that's right, the male lead blamed himself and decided to take over.

People around gave voices of encouragement and praise, but there were also some discordant opposition.

Connor walked towards Bagel Xia with the dinner plate, and saw his expression became very distorted.

"cowry?"

"Hehe, hehe." The twisted thing that looked like Baguoxia let out a self-defeating voice, "It's not a big problem, I've advanced the plot logically."

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 one-way street;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 2 one-way street;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle for boring holidays;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!Chirp~