Dressed in a superhero shell to save the world [Comprehensive British and American]

This is a highway leading to downtown Washington. It extends along the Potomac River to the southwest. Several national parks, commercial centers and schools are evenly distributed along the way. The buildings are generally not high, and the high-altitude view is excellent. When flying at high speed in the sky, you don't have to worry about hitting buildings.

Due to signal interference from the Green Lantern plane, the Batplane's positioning of Bruce temporarily failed. Robin, who was piloting the plane, tried to bypass the former American pilot's blockade several times but failed. He only got a proud raised eyebrow from the other party.

Damian squinted his eyes, took the communicator and tracker from the console and put them in his pocket, opened the door of the Batplane's cabin, jumped over the Green Lantern's plane with a long jump and forward roll, and landed on the ground in twos and threes disappeared.

"..."

Robin: "J, you fly the plane."

"Why?"

Robin pointed to himself: "Detective." Then pointed down, "Find Batman."

He stepped aside, opened his cloak and slid to the ground right behind Damian.

Arsenal and Starfire are responsible for intercepting Green Lantern's ship.Ye Yi looked at the red hood who was forced to take over the driving job: "I'll take a step first, you know I'm going to practice at the police station during the holidays, this is a good opportunity to exercise myself."

He took out the parachute under the chair, and disappeared without a trace before finishing his sentence.

Jason: "..."

Barbara, who sat in the back and fiddled with the computer: "In a normal family, the eldest and youngest children are always favored. As for Tim, he is Robin."

"..." Let's restart this universe where Robin is not arranged in order of age.

**

Harrison Biddle has been working in the small town along this road for ten years.He is a young man with blond hair and blue eyes, handsome appearance and warm personality. He is very popular in this town where most young people go to the big cities to develop.His father, old Biddle, worked in the only bank in the town, and he himself ran a modest hamburger restaurant.

Every weekend when students are on vacation, there are always more customers in the fast food restaurant. Usually, the population flow is small and there is not much human resources needed. Therefore, Harrison specially chooses to hire temporary helpers during the busy time, and the salary is calculated by the hour.The employment contract is not very formal and cannot withstand investigation, but it is very convenient and trouble-free, and it is enough for this palm-sized place.

Today, Harrison put up a sign for temporary workers as always. After a while, a black-haired young man came over to look at the recruitment board, and turned his head to ask, "Is there any requirement for doing odd jobs?"

Harrison looked critically at the man who was as handsome as himself for a while, and said, "No, but I haven't seen you. You're not from the town, are you?"

"I'm on a road trip to Washington, and my car broke down, and I urgently need some money." The man summed up the situation clearly in a few words, "It's fine, I can go to work now."

"Okay, I originally planned to ask Joe to help, but since you are willing to come to work... Rosen! Call that kid and ask him to go on a date with his girlfriend, and he won't be here for a while." Harrison threw the youth a An apron, "Come here and sign and register, what's your name?"

"Matches Malone."

"What? Matches?" Harrison thought he had misheard. "Is there anyone else with that name?"

"You can just call me Ma Long." The young man actively helped him send the recruitment board to the back kitchen, took the contract from Harrison's hand, and signed his name with two strokes, "Our name is more casual .”

"Uh, may I ask, where are you from?"

"Gotham."

"..."

Harrison looked at him in a strange way.

"Don't look at me like that, boss, I'm a law-abiding citizen, and not all Gotham people are criminals."

That's true.Harrison thought.Even if the other party is a criminal, what's the point of applying for a temporary job in a small town like this?Is Tuta's burger delicious?

Thinking of this, he relaxed, and called several other shop assistants to come over and clean up the tables and chairs to welcome customers.

As I said before, Ma Long is a rare and handsome young man, and he is very talkative, with quick movements but non-stop talking. After a while, the kung fu shop assistants have learned where he went to college, what he likes to eat, where he has traveled before, What hobbies do you usually have to pass the time, etc.He melted into this relatively xenophobic town like flying, especially the clerk Mary, whose eyes sparkled every time she heard about Malone's travel experience-Harrison knew that she always wanted to go to the big city because her family had no money Only then did they stay to work—the two chatted enthusiastically, as if they had known each other for several years.

Harrison didn't say anything, feeling sour in his heart, Mary had the best relationship with him before, but today the girl didn't even look at him.

It wasn't Malone's fault, Harrison knew it, but he just didn't like him.

Now I'm the boss.

he thought.

What's wrong with boss directing employees?

"Ma Long! You go to the back kitchen to help!"

Usually new hires don't go into the back kitchen, but Mary is the front desk so he can separate the two of them.

Malone had no objection. He fastened his apron and walked into the kitchen with brisk steps. There is no threshold for cooking food in fast food restaurants. He quickly mastered the essence of French fries and stood by the frying pan to get busy.Mary didn't look very happy, kept looking back at what the man was doing, but didn't rebut.

Harrison's mood gradually improved.

After a while, the first customer came to visit this evening.He was a little boy as tall as Harrison's waist. He was young but had a big temper. He looked arrogant and looked like a kid from a big city. Mary raised a business-like smile and asked him what he ordered.

"A bag of French fries." The boy seemed a little impatient. After throwing down the change, he looked around the restaurant twice, but didn't find the target. "Did you see a man about this tall with black hair and blue eyes?"

"No." Mary lowered her head and placed the order, and said absently, "Black-haired men are very common here, and Malone is black-haired."

The boy asked, "Who is Marlon?"

"My friend. Rosen? Help me take it from get off work. I'm going next door to buy a bottle of Baileys."

"Don't you drink alcohol?"

Mary: "Yeah, but I'm going on a date with Marlon tonight, and he says he likes Baileys."

The clerk Rosen came over grumblingly to take over.Malone, whom they talked about during ordering, handed over fresh chips in a bag, and the boy noticed he had brown eyes.

"Your meals are packed." The young man smiled slightly, "Eating fast food all the time is not good for your health."

It's none of your business, aren't you selling french fries?

The boy took the French fries on tiptoe, picked one and chewed it in his mouth, showing a disgusted expression but said nothing, turned around and walked out of the store without looking back.

"How rude he is!" said Mary after he had gone. "His parents have failed to bring them up!"

"...There are many reasons for this. He may just not be used to the taste here, and he is in a bad mood." Malone said, "But you are right, anyway, he is indeed impatient socially. Father will educate him when he has the opportunity.”

Mary thought he was comforting her, covered her mouth and smiled secretly.

Damian walked out of the store and pressed the headset with a gloomy expression: "There is no one here. Harrison Burgers does hire workers every weekend, but they tend to hire local people. That guy named Malone works in the back kitchen, yes The boyfriend of the girl at the front desk should not be the person we are looking for."

"I traced his bank card records. Any consumption will reveal his location. It is impossible for Bruce to leave this town. He may have changed his appearance. You can't limit the search scope to black hair, blue eyes, and males. , which is the easiest feature to camouflage."

"You mean it's possible for my father to wear dresses, Robin?"

"...It's not impossible." Tim replied cautiously, "You have to let go of your thinking."

Damian refuses to imagine: "Marlon still drinks."

"That doesn't really look like it. It's just one of the candidates. Let's see the next one."

Busy time always passes quickly, for young people who are busy looking for someone, it is the same for Match Malone.His Schrödingerian culinary skills have him jumping back and forth between frying the kitchen and feeding himself when he is trapped outside, but anyway, French fries only need to be put in and fished out at regular intervals. well done.

He bought a bag of his own handicraft to taste, and felt that it had no special taste, even Alfred could not make it better, and the old housekeeper refused to accept junk food, and there was no extra comparison in their house, Damian What are you despising?

Can't figure it out.

In a blink of an eye, the sun has reached the western border, and there are more and more people at dinner time. Mr. Malone stands out with his excellent overall planning ability. After a while, the master who fried hamburger steak and fried chicken nuggets bowed down under his apron , the efficiency of the kitchen was unprecedented, Harrison came and turned around four or five times, but he couldn't find anything wrong with it. He could only accept the sad fact that Mary was going on a date with a poor boy from outside with disappointment.

When he was about to leave work, Harrison viciously handed a stack of banknotes to Malone, as if he was about to say the line of 'give you 200 million and leave Mary' in the next second.

He showed a false smile and asked, "You're doing very well, Malone, is this enough for your travel expenses back to Gotham?"

"Almost, I ordered a gift just now, and the money is just right." Malone replied, "I'm just..."

Before he could finish speaking, a police siren sounded outside the window.

This is common in Gotham, but not in this small town far from the city.

The people in the town basically knew each other, and the shop assistants were a little flustered, and they all stuck their heads out to ask what happened.A few minutes later, Rosen hurried back and said to Harrison, "A gang of criminals passing by intends to rob the bank. They kidnapped your father, Old Biddle!"

Harrison's handsome face turned pale for an instant.

"What's going on!" He jumped up and asked in a panic, "Where is it?! I have to go and see!"

He rushed out like the wind, Malone was not familiar with the structure of the town, so he had to follow behind, and Mary shouted behind him: "What are you going to do?! Come back!"

"I'll see if they need help, don't wait for me honey, you deserve better!"

Mary stared blankly at the two young men who disappeared from sight in the blink of an eye, still holding the bottle of Baileys they just bought in their hands.

With a dry cough, Rosen leaned forward: "Would you like to have a drink or two? How much is this wine? I'll treat you."

On the other side, Harrison and Malone have arrived at the bank robbery scene.

This is a small bank with limited staff and security, and I have never seen any big scenes in my life, so that the enemy completely collapsed as soon as they charged, so I could only hide in the corner tremblingly and look at the criminal with terrified eyes them.

"Dad!!" Harrison let out a shrill scream, which immediately attracted the attention of the robbers.Ma Long followed behind him before he could stop him, covering his face with one hand in pain.

Then he raised his hands to actively block Harrison, whose rationality had evaporated, and said to the dangerous elements who were holding guns and watching, "We are just passing by."

"Trash." A robber scolded, "How did you let these two people in?"

"What could happen." The accomplice said disdainfully, "This is a big place, we had already evacuated before the rescue arrived."

"Don't talk nonsense, tie up these two unlucky bastards and lock them up with the guys in the bank, and then continue to look for what the boss wants to take." The robber turned his head and smiled ferociously at Malone and Harrison, who were frightened Trembling, "It's not okay to pass by. If you see something you shouldn't see and hear something you shouldn't listen to, if you want to blame it, you can blame your bad luck."

"That's it." The previous arrogant accomplice continued to be arrogant, "This is near Washington, but there is no Batman to help you!"

Malone: ​​"..."

He forcefully forced a smile and asked, "Are you from Gotham? Who do you work for? I'm from Gotham too."

"Yes, yes, yes." Harrison nodded crazily, as if grabbing a life-saving straw, hoping, "Do you know each other? If you do, let me and my dad go, woo woo woo."

The robber laughed: "Our boss is Penguin, boy, which onion are you?"

He walked over, punched each of them in the abdomen, and shouted, "Take them away!"

Entering the bank, there are gangsters with guns guarding the hostages, and criminals looking for Penguin's collection.The staff, including the old Biddle, were all huddled in the center of the hall. As soon as Harrison entered, he collapsed in despair: "I'm going to die. Penguin sounds cute, but I'm going to die."

"You are far from dead." Malone corrected him.

"Good brother." Harrison was very moved, "I'm sorry to trouble you, I didn't expect you to come with me."

"I just...forget it, can you be a little quieter?"

Harrison looked around and saw that the guns were aimed at himself.He shut up.

Malone was frowning and thinking, and he didn't look flustered at all. His calmness gave Harrison a lot of confidence, although he didn't know why.

At this moment, the phone rang in Malone's pocket, like a thunderclap in the tense environment, and many people trembled in fright.

The ringtone caused commotion among the robbers, and one man with a gun shouted: "Take out your mobile phone! Put it on the ground!"

Ma Long obediently took out his mobile phone, glimpsed the caller ID out of the corner of his eye, and his expression was slightly startled.

"Director Gordon?"

The robber came over and clicked on and put it on.

"Jesus, I really got through!" The old director's voice came from the other side of the phone, "I saw your phone number in the chairman's personal information displayed on your company's official website, but I thought it was just a cover ...Wait, I heard gunshots coming from your side, what happened? Need a police car?"

"No, it's the holidays, and I've had a little situation outside of Gotham—"

Before Ma Long finished speaking, the robber who was listening to their conversation walked over quickly, aimed his gun at his forehead and asked fiercely, "Who are you talking to?!"

"Just my friends."

"Nonsense! I heard him say a police car was sent!"

Gordon: "Uh, but I'm in charge of Gotham, not you."

The robber's expression cracked slightly: "Are you from the Gotham Police Department?"

The person next to him whispered, "I think this voice sounds like Director Gordon."

"..."

Damn why?

Isn't this Washington?

What did he think, and he asked the same way.

The young man in front of him didn’t answer him, and someone else answered—the sound of crackling and heavy objects falling to the ground suddenly sounded outside the door. Disarm three hot weapons.

Immediately afterwards, he took out the bat dart in his pocket, and accurately blocked the muzzles of several criminals who were about to attack in the distance.

"boom--"

Their weapons exploded together.

The criminal who was still awake let out a scream that was not weaker than Harrison's voice before: "It's Batman!! What's going on! Did I hallucinate?! This is Washington! But I saw Batman!"

Before Gordon's phone was hung up, the director said: "It seems that you are no longer unlucky, why don't you try to change careers."

"Not just Batman, but Robin."

Tim, who walked through the door, chimed in.

"Everything outside has been settled. I thought you would hide until the end and not be exposed."

"No need." 'Match Malone' said succinctly.

This statement made Robin blink his eyes, and the action of suppressing the criminal was a little heavier, and there were wailing sounds one after another.

"Why do you say that? Damian is still angry."

He was right.

Damian was about to explode.

Fuck Match Malone.

Go fuck fast food restaurant chips are bad for your health.

He will never eat french fries again in his life! ! !

"I'm sorry," the man raised his head, and his dark brown eyes were looking directly at Robin, Damian, and the few children who followed behind them, "it's just that I Felt like it was going to take a while for us all to come to terms with certain things."

Alfred's voice came from the earphone: "This is not the reason for you to run away overnight to work in a small town in the countryside, sir. Just in case, I am not praising you for being diligent and thrifty, although you can learn a It’s comforting to have a new skill that you might never use a second time in your life.”

Batman sighed.

"I don't need protection. Everything that happened in the coordinate universe is false, and you can't use it to draw up my past."

"Even if its development seems to fit perfectly?"

"...I'd rather call it a coincidence."

The attitude he didn't want to admit was too obvious.Those unspoken burdens that seem to have no peace until death are buried deep in the soul at unknown moments. If there is no pile of "coincidences", others will never have the opportunity to know.

Like an urban legend, it is there when it is needed, and people don't know when and how it disappears when it is not needed.

Even, Alfred recalled the glorious and grand night due to the death of one person, as the British writer Graham Green wrote in his works - "He felt that he had reached the pinnacle of happiness at that time: In the dark, alone, surrounded by noisy rain, no love, no pity. '

"Maybe we all need to compromise with each other," he said softly, "this is what family members should do."

"you're right."

Batman unexpectedly agreed with the old butler's words, "I'd like to make amends."

He handed the bill to the children: "A Great Dane...I'm not sure if you'd be interested in keeping him."

Robin's eyes widened, and he stammered, "Did you buy it with your french fries money?"

"It's labor income. Fortunately, the price of goods in the town is not high, and it happens that the dog of the farmer's family gave birth to a child."

The young people stayed in place and turned into sculptures, unable to speak for a long time.

Until Batman asked: "You don't want to meet it now? We still have to spend time registering for adoption, and we can think of a name for it on the way."

Gordon, who watched a battlefield where there was no gunpowder, said, "It's amazing."

Alfred: "Master has always been like this. I hope you can get home as soon as possible, and I can prepare a nutritious and healthy dinner for the hard-earned master."

Contact Chief Gordon and the local police station to hand over the criminals. The hostages have been released long ago, and the members of the Bat Family walked to the night sky outside the building one after another.

'Match Malone' was the last one. He turned to Harrison and said, "I think you should pay more attention to Rosen instead of treating me as a rival in love."

Harrison: "I, I, no, you..."

Batman doesn't bother him anymore.

The man put his hand on his son's shoulder.

"I can probably see what you're thinking."

he said in a low voice.

Damian poked his neck and said coldly: "What are you talking about?"

"You think I don't trust you, so I don't let you participate in the night activities, and I don't tell you what happened to Thalia from the other world."

"..."

"But if I hadn't given my trust, Damian, I wouldn't have had the courage to die."