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"hiss……"

Dick couldn't help but gasped.

"Hmph, it's useless." Jason mocked him in a low voice.

He was stitching Dick's wounds, and Jason was much heavier than Alfred.

Dick looked at his brother, squinted his eyes, and reached up to squeeze Jason's shoulder.

"Ho□□hit!! What are you doing!" Jason yelled angrily as he tightened the cotton thread in pain.

Dick's expression was distorted in pain for a moment, but he still held back.

He showed a big smile: "To each other."

Jason snorted coldly, but then he sewed up the wound a little lighter.

Dick had been out of Robin for a few years and was now based in Bludhaven, working as a police officer by day.

Brudhaven and Gotham are neighbors, and it is very convenient for him to go back and forth.

This time I came back because Bruce asked him for help.

Jason got word from the street that Deadpool might have found a helper.

Bruce figured they'd probably let it go and let Deadpool get all the attention.So, they decided to split into two teams.

Batman first goes to the clubhouse where the black box is located, and if he encounters an accomplice of Deadpool, he will find a way to subdue him, if not, he will go back to find Deadpool.

Before that, Robin needs to hold Deadpool down.

Although Jason always said that he has no problem, it is impossible for Robin, who has just debuted, to deal with a cunning veteran mercenary like Deadpool.

So, the worried Batman called back to Nightwing.

Although this made Robin feel a little upset, he still compromised.

If Robin and Nightwing only suffered some minor cuts in the battle with Deadpool, Batman is more serious this time.

However, maybe in the eyes of Batman, being shot is nothing but a common occurrence.

Bruce, with a hole in his abdomen, was lying on the operating table for Alfred to take the bullet.

"Master Bruce, to be honest, I never thought I would become a surgeon before." Alfred's tone was calm, but his words were somewhat thorny.

The bullets landed in the iron pan with a clang, and Alfred began to sew up the wound on Bruce's abdomen, and finally wrapped him in a bandage.

Bruce sat up from the operating table, frowning slightly at the pain in his abdomen.

He put on his shirt and walked over to the supercomputer.

Bruce quickly pulls up video footage of his fight.

In the night, relying on the light and moonlight, the black-haired woman's actions could barely be seen clearly.

At that time, he was kicked and flew out, and her movements were not recorded for a period of time.

The video was shaking, and when it met the woman, she was already standing on the edge of the roof.

Some irrelevant words were of course recorded.

"Mr. Bat, see you next time." After saying this, the woman turned over and disappeared without a trace.

Bruce hit the pause button and played backwards a little bit forward.

Play the phrase repeatedly.

— Mr. Bat, see you next time.

Repeat again.

"Bruce? What are you doing?"

Dick just got out of the 'torture' and came over.

Bruce didn't answer him, just kept playing the recording on repeat.

Dick couldn't help but rolled his eyes, and complained in a low voice: "Is it because he really doesn't want to say a word?"

"He's always been like this," Jason added in a low voice.

Alfred watched the two generations of Robin unite to run on Bruce, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

Perhaps with more people, this place is more like a home.

Of course, the old butler of the Wayne family hoped that his master could find a mistress for the Wayne family.

It is a pity that this matter seems to be difficult to achieve.

"Is it Deadpool's companion?" Jason leaned over and raised his eyebrows hearing the voice.

Bruce cherishes words like gold and nods.

"Is there anything special about this sentence?"

He doesn't understand why Bruce should hear a farewell with no message.

Except, that statement seems slightly provocative.

"No." Bruce replied flatly.

Jason was annoyed by his attitude of not revealing anything, if there was nothing, then why did he hear this sentence so many times?

He looked up at Dick beside him, and found that the former Robin was holding back his laughter.

It must be because of all the aggrievedness he had suffered before, and he was replaced, which made him feel a little gloating.

Jason became even more angry, and he really wanted to go to the training ground with Dick to have a duel.

However, in the next second, Alfred took out the prepared special cookies from Wayne's family out of nowhere, stuffed a small plate into the hands of the two generations of Robin, and put the last stack on the on the table—that's for Bruce.

Jason looked at the cookies on the plate, then at Dick who pretended nothing happened, picked up a cookie and took a bite.

As if to crush someone.

*****

Grace carefully took off her blouse, the pain from her back distorted her facial features.

She looked at her bare back in the mirror and frowned slightly.

God knows how much strength Batman used, the place where he hit the back is almost all black and blue, and it looks like it has turned black.

But she is not at a disadvantage.Although she avoided the vital point with that shot, it was enough to make the bat suffer.

Grace found out the wound ointment that she always carried, sat on the chair, and carefully applied the medicine in front of the mirror.

She thought she must have broken a bone, but judging from now, it's just very painful.

Maybe some slight bone fractures, which is almost a common occurrence for Grace.

Batman seems to have a special understanding of the human body and how to make people suffer the most without dying.

Grace knew very well that she would not be able to defeat him if she relied solely on physical skills.

She squinted her eyes in the dark, feeling a little unhappy.

Pudding seemed to have sensed Grace's low air pressure. It jumped onto the chair, ran to Grace's lap, and licked her fingers.

Grace froze for a moment, her expression softened immediately, she picked it up and kissed it.

"It's okay." She reassured.

In order to be able to bring pudding, Grace rented a small villa that allowed pets.

Although it is said that if you come to a place like Gotham, it is best to stay in a hotel owned by Wayne's family, but pets are not allowed there, so I have to give up.

It's really not a friendly city here, and robbery and stealing are just like everyday life.

Batman is also different from other heroes. He seems to be feared more than being admired.

This might be just what he wanted.

"Hi sweet..."

Deadpool's head suddenly appeared in the window, but the moment he poked his head out, he had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, in the next second, something suddenly flew over and hit him directly on the head.

"Aw!" There was a sound of something falling.

When Deadpool climbed up again, Grace had already put on her shirt, sat on a chair and looked at him with a smile.

It makes people feel a little nervous.

"Um...I guarantee that was an accident just now...?" Deadpool was a little aggrieved.

God, he was beaten down from the second floor without seeing anything clearly!

No benefits at all? !What's wrong with this author! !He's going to protest!

Grace didn't say anything, but Pudding grinned at Deadpool, his hair standing on end.

Deadpool climbed in from the window, and asked with a stern face, "Don't you comfort me when I fall?"

"Who told you not to go through the main entrance?" Grace sarcastically sarcastically holding Pudding, who was on alert, into her arms.

Deadpool was used to Grace's dislike, so he walked over indifferently, and sat down across from her.

"How did the bat know?" Deadpool hugged his chest and said a little depressed.

"The dark knight in this city probably has all the information channels."

"We didn't hide it when the two of us met. He knew it a long time ago."

Grace felt that she had to reflect on herself, and she didn't even think about this matter without thinking about it for a long time.

"Is there any other way to approach the black box?"

Grace didn't know the black box well enough.

Judging from today's situation, this person is very afraid of death, he doesn't have the courage to work hard with Deadpool, and has hired a lot of bodyguards.

And these bodyguards must not have been recruited recently, after all, people from outside would sneak into his side.

Since the black box knew that someone was buying it, it must also know that Batman was investigating him.

He is obviously afraid of death, but why is he so confident about Batman's investigation?

What is behind the thorn pattern?Why would that make a person unrecognizable?

Deadpool rested his chin and thought for a while, then suddenly tapped his hands, as if thinking of something.

"Batman seems to be investigating the collusion between the mayor and the gang." This is what he asked during the two battles with Batman.

"That is to say...he needs evidence to bring down the mayor?" Grace reacted.

This is the key to why the black box cannot die now. What Batman needs is physical evidence and witnesses that cannot be knocked down.

"We can start with the mayor." Deadpool continued.

In fact, he was not very willing in his heart. You must know that he has always been straightforward in doing tasks, but now he can't help it.

Spending time with Batman made him feel that the commission would never be completed.

Grace stroked Pudding's back, seemingly thinking about something.

"Go and threaten the mayor and let him take us to see the black box!" Deadpool slapped his thigh and suggested excitedly.

Grace judged the possibility of this matter, remained silent for a long time, and finally agreed to Deadpool's proposal.

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Grace's vest is on the verge of falling and not falling