[Comprehensive British and American] Robin Girl Potter

Wonder Woman strode into the Hall of Justice, which is now the ruling base of the Supreme Leader - Superman, and the armor on her body glowed coldly under the light.

On the huge screen is the monitoring of dozens of the most important cities in the world. The army of the superhuman regime is either standing on the streets or patrolling in orderly and oppressive phalanxes.

Wonder Woman is followed by Yellow Light Hal, Sinestro, Black Adam, Cyborg——

And Steel Skeleton held a girl in his hands—a uniform of red, green and black, with both hands shackled in front of him by metal shackles.

Wonder Woman was the first to speak, "Damian's prediction is correct. Batman, who is at the end of his rope, is planning to use the energy of the Mother Box to open the portal, in an attempt to bring the Justice League from another world and use them to defeat us."

Wonder Woman grabbed the girl's shoulders from Cyborg's hand and pushed her toward Superman on the rostrum chair—the girl staggered.

"She was the first to be sent over by Batman's machine, but when we were about to wait for more people to arrive before launching an attack, she had already discovered our ambush—" Black Adam glanced at the girl disdainfully, "She closed the portal and used some kind of device to make Batman disappear, so we just caught her."

Superman looked the girl up and down.

"Robin?" he said. "A female Robin?"

"No superpowers?" Superman asked Black Adam.

"No," Black Adam confirmed, "so weak that he would be brought here—Batman has been cornered."

Superman turned his head and asked the teenager in the Nightwing uniform next to him, "Damian, do you know her?"

Wonder Woman grabbed the girl's chin and forced her to look up, removing the mask from her face.

"Green eyes...black hair," Superman half-jokingly said to Damian, "maybe in their universe, you're a girl?"

Damian snorted and gave the girl a contemptuous look, "Even if I were a woman, I wouldn't be so short and weak."

Instead of giving up on the idea, Superman asked the girl directly, "Are you Bruce and Talia's daughter?"

The captured Robin—Halley—looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar Superman in front of her eyes. That cold, ruler-like look had never appeared on her Uncle Clark's face.

She looked at Damian in this world again, he should only be about 18 years old, one year younger than her.

She answered Superman with silence.

"Maybe the Batman in their universe has adopted a daughter again." Skeleton spread his hands,

Superman squinted at the girl who was clearly treating him with indifference and disdain, "Speak."

Harry glared at him, refusing to open his mouth.

Superman rose from his seat and flew towards Harley, the moment she'd been waiting for!

Picking off an opener/locker/device that was hidden earlier from her hair combined with the opening of the Alahoo hole, Harley opened the shackles on her hand in the blink of an eye, and pulled out the shackles hidden in her leg before the opponent around her had time to react. The magic wand in the side stick, all movements are done in one go——

"Out of body!" she shouted to Superman flying towards her.

She understands that as long as she controls Superman, most of the victory is already won!

A spell hit Superman, his eyes immediately froze, and then he began to attack his teammates including Black Adam——

"You!" Wonder Woman slashed at Harley with a sword, but she was punched flying by Superman before she could touch Harley.

This Superman is merciless, which is his nature now, not entirely the reason for her spell.

Of all the people present, Harry was the most wary of Damian.

The moment Superman got angry under control, Damian hid in time in order to avoid Superman and took the opportunity to attack the "culprit" Harley alone.

"You know magic..." He swung his long stick at Harry head-on, "Zatana's people?"

Harley blocked Damian's attack with the two short sticks that had not been collected by Wonder Woman, "It has nothing to do with you."

The short stick with the wand inside pointed at Damian, "Damn out!"

Damian jumped backwards, throwing a dart that collided with Harry's spell and canceled it out.

This kind of operation...Harry really saw it for the first time...

However, at this time, Superman was having an earth-shattering fight with his teammates from the superpower department, and several cracks and deep pits were smashed into the walls and ceiling of the Hall of Justice.

Just above Damian's head, a huge piece of the ceiling started to fall - right where he was jumping back to avoid Harley's spell...

Harry thought she would hesitate, but her hand was raised before she knew it—

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

The stone that fell towards Damian was held in mid-air by Harry.

But Damian is not an opponent who would miss any chance, and without even looking up, a sharp dart (similar to a batarang, but a different shape) flew towards Harry.The dart cut through Harry's hand, and the short stick that held the wand in his hand fell.

She actually expected this before saving Damian...

It's just that she didn't expect this kid to rush over and break her leg when she was already disarmed.

Harry snorted, "I saved your life!"

Damian pointed his stick at her face, "That's your stupidity."

"Robin shouldn't attack enemies who have fallen to the ground!" Harry said, "Have you forgotten Bruce's teaching?"

Damian looked even angrier, "We've broken up..."

Then, still relentlessly, he grabbed her hair with one hand, making her face Superman who was shooting hot eyes at Wonder Woman, and with the other hand, he put the short knife drawn from the end of the long stick across Harley's neck .

"Undo the spell on Superman." He ordered indifferently, "Don't try to manipulate Superman to attack me, I will use you as a shield."

Harley endured the severe pain in his leg and firmly refused, "No, Superman will be able to deal with everyone other than you in a short time, I am already satisfied."

"If you die, the spell will be lifted naturally, right?"

"..."

Damian sneered, "So, I guessed right."

The dagger had penetrated into the skin of her neck.

"Do it like you killed Dick!" Harry didn't show the slightest timidity, "How do you wear his logo every day without hesitation?"

"It was a...accident." Damian sounded nervous. "He's forgiven me! He gave me the uniform!"

"Where Superman killed Shazam? Was it an accident? I remember him roasting Billy alive with his heat vision!"

Damian didn't speak anymore, but the pressure on the dagger increased again.

Harry closed his eyes...

Seconds later, far longer than it would take Damian to kill, Harry blinked.

"...Undo the spell on Superman," he stepped on Harry's broken leg, "or I will make your life worse than death."

"As if I'd be scared, I'm a Robin!"

Damian still didn't make a move.

He bent down and leaned closer to Harry's ear—

"...I kill you, the spell will still disappear, your resistance is meaningless," Damian's tone was still vicious, but he just lowered the volume, "Be a wise Robin." He finally said.

"Think about my father... what would happen if he saw your dead body?"

Harry swallowed, and finally, with a soft sigh, she took the short stick that Damian had thrust into her hand.

Use the wand to lift the Imperius Curse on Superman.

After regaining consciousness, Superman saw the fallen Wonder Woman and Cyborg, as well as the injured Black Adam, and immediately flew towards Harley angrily.Harry saw that his eyes had begun to glow red.

Just as she was trembling and preparing to meet the end of being burned to death by Superman just like Billy, she suddenly felt a pain in the back of her neck, and her eyes went dark...

*************

When Harry woke up holding his head again, he found that he had been locked in a complicated cell, and in front of him was a huge device with handcuffs and ankles.

Her wrists had already been strapped with power suppressors, but her left leg - the one Damian had broken - had been bandaged and immobilized.

If her profile is correct, this should be Superman's new regime prison.

And the robots that were on standby around Harley, as soon as they saw her regain consciousness, they immediately lined up, grabbed her, and locked her in large characters on the device she had just noticed-several robotic arms Stretch out, fix her head, pull away her eye sockets, force her to keep her eyes open, and let her watch the brainwashing video played continuously on the big screen in front of her.

These droids, Harley, are no strangers—her Uncle Clark uses the same Kryptonian technology at the Fortress of Solitude.They are Superman's mechanical bodies, designed to assist Superman, so Harley's strength cannot be compared with them at all.

She could only be locked up firmly, irresistibly, and kept looking at those weird pictures designed to destroy her will, while the recording of "Superman represents everything" was repeated over and over again in her ears.

I don't know how long it has been - the time has blurred - maybe only a few hours?Or, how many days has it been?

Dizzy, she has a visitor.

The mechanical arm was removed, and Harry hung his head weakly.

A pair of feet came into her sight.

"Do you know how long you've been locked up like this?"

It was Damian, no surprise, Harry didn't have the energy to answer him at all.

"Only four hours." He said flatly.

"Magic nearly failed Superman a few years back," Damian continued, "and that's why he hates you especially."

"Then why didn't he kill me?" Harry asked feebly.

She suddenly discovered that after being brainwashed and controlled for a period of time, the feeling of someone talking...is actually quite good?

"He did want to execute you," Damian said, "to lure father out."

He mentioned Bruce in a tone like he was talking about a stranger...

"But I reminded him that you don't hold that much weight in your father's heart—you don't exist in this world."

"This brainwashing is my suggestion."

"You are not father's adopted daughter," Damian took a step closer, "you are Ah Fu's relatives."

Harley knew that the grandpa Alfred of this world had died, and Damian was in great pain.Grandpa A Fu used to be the only remaining connection between him and the mansion.

"Are you still..." Damian's voice hesitated for the first time, "My girlfriend from another world?" He looked puzzled, as if he didn't know the word "girlfriend".

It looks like Damian has done her homework and collected information about her world.

Harry shrugged maximally, noncommittal.

"The other me didn't become a playboy in Gotham's social circle like my father, but was carried by you alone..."

Damian moved closer, and Harry felt his gaze on her face.

"What are you capable of?" Damian asked.

"You should ask him," Harry paused, "ask my Damian."

"You're strong - with magic. You almost wiped us all out alone." Damian backed away.

"But you are blinded by your feelings, woman..."

"You love...the other 'me' so much?" he asked.

Harry had the feeling that...he really wanted to know the answer to that question.

"I'm not a murderer." Harry shook his head, "I'm not you."

"I'm a murderer?" Damian sounded like he wanted to laugh.

He began to walk back and forth excitedly in front of Harley, "Let's not talk about Louise Lane and the child in her belly; the clown, with a nuclear bomb, killed 100 million civilians in the metropolis, tens of millions of people in an instant Lives lost!"

Harley knows the cause of all tragedies in this world...

Damian stood still in front of her, "It's just because my father has been unwilling to solve the clown once and for all, unwilling to get his hands dirty!"

"If you say that a vigilante should not have the power to decide the life and death of others," he asked, "then, does the clown have it?"

"The blood of 1000 should be recorded on Father's head!" He put his hands on both sides of Harley's body, looked into her eyes, and said coldly, "Father is the murderer."

Harry wanted to close her eyes, those same green eyes as her Damian's, now full of indifference and anger.

She forced herself to look directly at Damian, "Uncle Bruce... firmly believes that he has no power to enforce the law, and he doesn't want to put himself above the law."

"This is his bottom line. People must have something they insist on. Otherwise, if it continues to develop, he will become the superman he is now."

She licked her chapped lips, "You have to believe, he is also in pain. He hasn't questioned his actions for a day, and he has been torturing himself."

"He thinks that's what ultimately separates him from those villains — respect for the law."

Damian immediately retorted, "The law can't prevent innocent civilians from being killed. But Superman can, he is the savior."

"But these people, they've lost their freedom, Damian..." Harry whispered, and then she shook her head, "I've also been called 'the savior' on a small scale, and to be honest, I don't like that name. "

She put her head down and decided to end the debate, which was fruitless. "About the discussion of justice and freedom, I believe Uncle Bruce has told you a lot—I mean him in this world."

"I can't speak more profoundly than him. If even he can't convince you, I can't play any role."

Damian sneered, "Have you ever thought about it, if placed in the same situation, your Damian would make the same choice as me—he would also agree with Superman's approach."

Harry thought about it seriously.

"... maybe." She looked up, looking directly at Damian gently but firmly, "but I will be his first line of defense on this road of no return - even if it costs my life."

Damian watched her silently for a moment.

"...if you let that rock fall, you've won, by yourself—not even your father," he said. "You've ruined your easy victory."

Harry shook his head, "I don't regret it, I wouldn't let you die - even if it was an accident."

"...Are you hinting at Dick's death?!"

Harry could see that this Damian had been blaming himself for Dick's death.

"No," she said earnestly, "it's not really a hint, I swear."

Damian began to look at her quietly again, unpredictable.

He put his hands back on Harry's sides, facing her - too close.

"Kiss me..." he ordered in a low voice.

Harry frowned.

"...Is there something wrong with your brain?!"

Harry's answer seemed to embarrass Damian a bit...

But he stabilized his violent posture.

"We—me and your Damian—are essentially the same person." He squinted, looking at her menacingly.

"I'm too lazy to argue with you," Harry rolled his eyes at him, "Even if you haven't had your first kiss or been in love, you can't find something new with me."

"You! You... how do you know...!"

"You joined the Superman camp at the age of 13, and you were busy suppressing the rebel army—that is, your own father." Harry was really not afraid of him, "On the other hand, almost everyone here at Superman is your elder, you Of course there is no condition to fall in love."

Damian, who was exposed, was in a panic, with blue veins popping out on his forehead.

She already thought Damian was going to punch her, but to her surprise, he regained his composure quickly.

Damian looked very hesitant.

"...as long as you surrender to Superman—even if it's fake, you don't have to suffer from this," he said.

Harry couldn't be more confused. Damian is... making a friendly and caring suggestion?

But he broke his leg after all.

"Thanks, no." Harry shook her head. "Superman can tell—he can listen to heartbeat lie detectors, remember?"

"You should go too, Damian, beware of Superman suspecting you, he already killed Billy."

She lowered her head and refused to speak to him again.

*************

After Damian left, Halle was immediately re-pinned.

During this period, she would be regularly put down by the robot—taken to other rooms to eat, drink, and excrete... Any rest, including sleep, was not allowed, and they wanted to break her will.

She quickly loses track of time - everything after that is a blur...

Until Uncle Clark—her Uncle Clark—falls from the sky, breaks the roof of the new regime prison, burns down all the robots surrounding her with heat vision, dismantles the brainwashing equipment, and carries her away.

Under the blue sky and white clouds, she gently grasped Superman's red cloak, and she said angrily, "I almost won, only by myself, really..."

Uncle Clark heard her small voice.

"Shh, I believe you." He patted her lightly.

"Damian didn't come?" Her eyes were so sour, she closed them.

"Come on, he knew what the Damian of this world did to you, he thought you might not want to see his face for a while."

"How come..." Harry yawned, "Tell him for me, I won't be confused...I'm so sleepy, let me sleep for a while..."

When she woke up again, she was on a soft bed and had already changed into comfortable pajamas.Not surprisingly, sitting beside the bed was Damian in casual clothes—her Damian.

The change in her breathing immediately caught the attention of Damian who was reading a book.

"Good morning... well, good evening?" He gave her a reassuring smile.

"How long have I been sleeping? I'm so dizzy..." Harry sat up and Damian tucked a cushion behind her.

"18 hours." He looked down at her with serious eyes, "...do you need a psychiatrist?"

Harry knew what he meant.

"I'm not brainwashed. I used Occlumency, and the meditation you taught me, and I didn't expect it to come in handy here."

"And," she grabbed Damian's hand and looked at the watch on his wrist, "it's only three days, and you guys came in time."

He clasped her fingers with his backhand, and wanted to say something, but he didn't speak in the end, he just hid his words in a deep kiss.

After parting, Halle asked: "We're in another world, aren't we?"

Damian nodded, "The Superman regime has just been imprisoned..."

She saw his hesitation.

"What are you trying to say, Damian?"

Damian sighed, "Nothing, just, about your wand..."

"Destroyed by Superman?" Harry said bitterly, "I actually guessed it."

Damian shook his head, "Not destroyed," but he looked even angrier, "the 'me' here... said he put away your wand, but he... demanded that it must be handed over to you personally .”

"You don't have to go see him," Damian added quickly, "don't worry, I'll beat him until he surrenders—and that will avenge your legs, too."

Harry thought about it for a moment in silence.

"You don't have to hit him... Uncle Bruce will be mad if you do."

"I'll go see him," Harry paused, "I can't say anything about my legs... Maybe if he doesn't interrupt, Superman will make me pay some price. The Superman here has gone mad by the end .”

She squeezed Damian's hand, "When we go back, use Bone Spirit, I'll be fine overnight. Don't worry."

Damian still looked like he was looking forward to a duel with the 18-year-old Damian here... the kind that he must kill him.

Boyfriends need coaxing.

She leaned back on the cushion and looked up at the handsome Damian.

"Is there anyone outside?" She smiled meaningfully, "Go and lock the door, I really... miss you."

Damian's confusion was immediately replaced by a sudden realization, then heartbeat, and then embarrassment——

"Cough... don't make trouble, you are a wounded patient now."

She blinked innocently, "Then what about me lying on my stomach?"

"Lie down, legs apart?"

"...No." Damian's refusal has begun to waver.

She pouted, "I need dopamine, my legs hurt..."

Keep up the good work, "Please?"

"...I really can't help you."

Damian then went to lock the door.

*************

In a sex institution that is stricter than the prisons of the new regime, Harley came to Damian's cell on crutches.

"Here I am, can you give me back your wand?"

Damian, who was wearing a white prison uniform, looked at her through the transparent glass cell, as if he couldn't believe that she would really come.

Standing behind Harry with folded arms, Damian stared coldly at his other trumpet in the prison.

After being satisfied, I really don't want to beat this kid anymore.

Damian also looked at his 22-year-old self in another world, his eyes were unusually calm.

He turned to Harry, "Your wand, in my room in the Hall of Justice, there is a safe on the wall, the code is... the date of Alfred's death here."

Harry nodded, "Thank you for helping me save the wand, I thought Superman had already destroyed it."

"You're welcome," he walked to the transparent glass and looked down at her, "I'm very relieved that you haven't been brainwashed..."

"I'm a witch, so I naturally have my own way." Harry shrugged.

However, Damian is not calm anymore!

Damian, who is only 18 years old in this world, does not look right at Harley! ! !

He wanted to raise his forehead, why every real threatening rival in love was himself to a certain extent!

He walked to the corner of the hall, who was checking every detail of this special mechanism with clairvoyant eyes, and whispered, "Superman, pinch a diamond for me."

"……what?"

"Pinch a diamond for me, now," Damian said impatiently, "and I'll pay you."

This guy has super hearing, how could he not hear him clearly.

Clark replied gravely, "I can't disrupt the diamond market."

Damian rolled his eyes, "Only one! And I'll pay you double."

"That's not necessary..." Clark squeezed between his brows, Damian always thought about it.

He thought about it, "But you Wayne family won't sell these diamonds. Well..."

Clark flew out of the cell, grabbed a handful of soil from the construction site outside, and in the blink of an eye, a big diamond that even Catwoman would be satisfied with appeared in his palm.

But when he flew back, Damian handed him another bat dart.

"Pinch a circle out and put the diamond on it."

Wait a minute...the construct...the ring!

Clark could hardly believe his associations.

"Harry is only 19..."

"It's past the legal age of marriage." Damian shrugged frankly.

"Make a small circle, not too big," he ordered Superman unceremoniously, "Harry has very thin fingers."

After everything was ready, Damian walked to the cell again proudly.

Glancing lightly at Damian behind the clear glass, he got down on one knee to Harry and held up Superman's large diamond ring.

Harry was so scared that she almost became a crutch.

"What are you doing, Damian?!"

"What else can I do?" Damian said, "Marry me."

What he used was not the interrogative sentences of ordinary men, but... imperative sentences.

Damian rolled his eyes behind the glass cell, "Seriously, do you have to be in front of my eyes?"

No one cares about him.

Harry froze.

Damian suddenly lost his overwhelming self-confidence...

"... Isn't it grand enough?" He thought for a while.

"I'll go back and make a big proposal for you! Put lights on the outside of Wayne Tower - Gotham's tallest building - show your name, and my proposal..."

He continued to imagine, "Or... a hot air balloon? A fighter jet formation?"

Harry finally recovered.

"... What about keeping a low profile, Master Wayne?" She smiled at him, "I'm glad you didn't 'make a big one', it's just the two of us," she held out her hand to him, "this is the best... "

Damian in the cell just wanted to sigh, "It's not just you two, I'm still here!!!"

Still no one pays attention to him.

Damian looked up at Harry anxiously, "...you haven't promised me yet."

Harry blinked, "Why is Master Wayne suddenly so unconfident in this matter?"

"How could I not agree to you?" She tilted her head.

"I stretched out my hand, just waiting for you to put a ring on me~"