Superhero Damage Control [Comprehensive]

Chapter 105 S2E47



Chapter 105 S2E47

Wayne Manor and Stark Mansion are both old buildings, but in comparison, Wayne Manor is like the kind of old aristocrat from the Middle Ages, while Stark Manor is like the kind accompanied by The industrial revolution was followed by a vigorous upstart, which wandered around, showing off its power, while Wayne Manor leaned on its little crutch, smiled indifferently, and turned itself into an invisible ghost, staying quietly in the corner, but Years have made it more attractive.

"Mr. Wayne invites you to live in the manor. Our guest room is enough." Alfred refused Lucy's initiative to take the luggage, and led her into the manor. When Lucy entered the manor, I heard two people talking in a low voice, and they seemed to be talking about the two names Ruiwen and Xiao.

She greeted those two eagerly, and Magneto and Professor X in front of the bookshelf turned their faces, as if seeing an old friend, with sincere smiles on their faces.

Lucy is still a little unfamiliar with Professor X who is on crutches. Lucy took out the tie and silver collar clip from her luggage. As a gift, Professor X removed it in front of Lucy: "Aha , Gay Purple, see how it suits you, Eric."

Lucy almost couldn't hold back and fell to the ground laughing with her belly in front of Magneto's black face.

Magneto, who obviously has no morals for his subordinates—especially his husband who doesn't stay morals, muttered: "Okay, okay, whatever you say, it's like running around kissing on the street, It's not like you are the one who scared the group of people into thinking they are going to get AIDS."

"Don't be so harsh on me, my friend." Professor X turned his gaze back to Lucy reproachfully, "What happened to you in recent days must be very interesting."

Lucy said very dissatisfied: "You lied to me, you said I am a mortal? How am I like a mortal now? I am about to become another Wolverine. I have been injected with the Extremis virus and Captain America serum, are you really You should have told me earlier, I almost died once."

Professor X nodded flatly: "That sounds really ups and downs."

"professor!"

"Don't doubt what I said, you were so ordinary at the time and you can't be more ordinary. We tried many ways to test you. Eric has always distrusted you and almost drove you crazy." Professor X used that kind of see-through Looking at Lucy with wise eyes, "But since my brain detection can't find out what happened to you, maybe you created a new history yourself?"

"So what happened in the future..." Lucy remembered the princess she met in Paradise Island, "I met a woman, she said she had seen me too, and she said something irreversible must have happened in the future , which forced me to go back."

"Ah, it must be Miss Prince." Professor X nodded with a smile.

"You actually know her?"

"Of course, in addition to the Amazon princess of Paradise Island, she was also one of the leaders of the American Women's Liberation Movement in the 70s and the first woman to cooperate with the Mutant Peace Movement Association. Lucy, your message is a bit too much Out of date." Professor X said, "but to be honest, I don't really know what's going on in the future."

Seeing that Lucy was eager to interrupt him, he made a soothing gesture.

"Do you know what it's like to read someone else's memory? It's not like watching a movie, it's more like, you're taking the subway, and then you pass through a line at high speed, and then what you see is a part, and it's The part that others are willing to release to you is mostly happy and positive. The part of the release you gave me made me see a bright future. That's why I decided to follow in your footsteps. As for the dark That part of me... I have thought countless times how desperate it is, so desperate that you refused to reveal it to me at all."

Professor X sighed: "I really hope that the day when Eric and I come to the dark day is already dead."

Before Lucy could redeem this sentence, Magneto actually spoke first, and he said in the way of Shakespeare's play: "Oh...Charles, you will never go to the ground until you are alive and kicking me to death Yes, and my body is strong enough. Our days of torturing each other are long."

Lucy: "..." I really don't understand the relationship between you two old men.

"Hi, professor! I found something..." A black-haired young man who Lucy had never seen before slid down from upstairs sitting on the wooden handrail and landed in front of the three of them. He glanced at Lucy , For a moment Lucy felt that scrutiny, just like she saw Bruce Wayne for the first time, but it was only a blink of an eye, and soon it disappeared, "This beautiful Miss is..."

"Master Grayson." Alfred had already cleaned up the guest room, and walked up to introduce the two of them politely, "This is Miss Lucy Lang. This is Master Dick Grayson, the adopted son of Mr. Wayne .”

Dick Grayson?Batman's earliest assistant, the first generation of Robin, and later Nightwing.

Lucy's eyes drifted unconsciously to his ass as she took Dick's hand.

The legendary DC's first hip!

"Ah! I've heard about you." Dick said enthusiastically, "I'm sorry, I need to borrow the professor, and I'll be back in a few minutes. Bruce is doing special training for Clark in the back garden."

It sounded like Bruce was training a large dog to grab a bone in the back garden.

Before Lucy responded, Grayson had already left with the professor and Magneto, and Alfred looked at the backs of the three of them lovingly: "Master Grayson can't stop like a cute little spinning top." , just like Mr. Wayne when he was young, ah... years."

Adorable...little spinning top...Bruce Wayne...

Lucy digested the adjectives.

She was led by Alfred to the back garden. Before seeing the figures of Bruce and Clark, she heard an angry shout, and then a black shadow was blown out and flew across Lucy's eyes.

Lucy: "..." This is really a unique way of welcoming guests.

Lucy looked towards the source of the flying object. It was an oval training ground in the back garden. Its shape was similar to a small wrestling field. Bruce Wayne...

Oh my God, she had never seen Bruce Wayne without a suit, he was wearing only a tight tank top and a pair of loose wrestling pants, the elastic tank wrapped up his strong body, the muscles were tangled in the body. Group, full of strength.Wayne glanced at Lucy, and just nodded his head as a gesture, he jumped on the spot with his bare feet, and said to the figure who had just been sent flying: "Come again, Clark, you have to practice it today. "

Clark, who was beaten into the grass, groaned and moved, crawled out in a state of embarrassment, removed the blades of grass from his head, and lumbered back to the training ground.

"Their training is still a while away. You can have a cup of hot tea first." Sitting at a round table outside the court was a boy younger than Dick Grayson. The same black hair and blue eyes, wearing a beautiful blue shirt and trousers, he was typing on the computer, and there were many forms piled up on the table, Lucy started to feel dizzy after looking at it twice, she had seen that thing in the financial department, She was also interested in asking if she wanted to help, but the other party couldn't help giving her a look of disdain, and Lucy only saw two numbers before consciously losing ground and fled.

"This is Master Tim Drake, the adopted son of Mr. Wayne."

Awwhhhh, third young master! ! !Red Robin! ! !The only little angel in Robin Bear! !

Lucy really wanted to go up and hug her, but what Drake said in the next second immediately dispelled her idea.

"Lucy Lang, an agent of the Sky Eye Society, has been inoculated with Captain America's replica serum and Extremis virus, and has undergone deep brainwashing. His hometown is in Texas, his father is an alcoholic, and his mother is a Catholic. You haven't contacted them since you were 16. By the way By the way, your mother remarried later, and your father is in prison, if you want to see him, I can get you a visitation card." Tim Drake said without looking up, he is still in He was tinkering with his computer, but it was obvious that he could do two things at once, or even multi-tasking, "Sorry, I have to deal with these things now, and I can clean them up in 5 minutes, so I can drink tea with you."

"...No, you can do whatever you want." I couldn't continue with this, Lucy thought to herself, I didn't investigate myself so carefully.

"Master Drake is now the vice president of Wayne Enterprises, and he is indeed a little busy." Alfred began to make a siege sensibly. He added a small round table, served refreshments on fine china and smelled delicious The black tea, and then, like countless thoughtful butlers, disappeared.

Bruce and Clark wrestled in a small training ground, and Lucy watched Bruce's vigorous movements. She couldn't help but compare him to Captain America, and she had to admit that, in all fairness, he was probably better than Captain America from a technical point of view. Captain America is still strong, after all, Captain America still has four times the serum base, and Bruce is just an ordinary person.

The sun spread on his body, and the sweat on his body was gilded, and the tight black vest was soaked, sticking to his body, outlining his perfect figure, his hair was wet, every time he struck out, shook his head, The water droplets were thrown out of his hair, and the movement seemed to be automatically slowed down in Lucy's eyes, and there was a special effect light behind it.

Simply perfect.

Bruce Wayne is like a vigorous cheetah, always attacking Clark unexpectedly, and Clark's superpowers are useless at all.

Wait, where did Clark's powers go?

It was only then that Lucy realized that there was something golden inlaid on the floor around the elliptical training ground. That was...could it be kryptonite?

"Bruce doesn't allow Clark to use his abilities." Tim closed the computer, he finally finished those annoying little things, and looked at the woman in front of him.

Do you Bat family members always regard people as criminals at first glance?Feeling that scrutiny again, Lucy thought helplessly.

"I investigated you, just after you popped up on a mission last time as a bystander, I'm in charge of the Wayne Foundation and Titan business, I'm interested in the entertainment development and vigilante management part, maybe We can talk after dinner."

This is not the little angel Timmy I imagined at all, this is obviously another young overbearing president.

Lucy was a little depressed, Tim Drake was so different from what she imagined, she did know that Tim Drake was Wayne's vice president before coming, and he was Wayne's adopted son from the beginning The identity parachuted into Wayne Enterprises, which caused an uproar, but after less than half a year, Wayne Enterprises readily accepted the vice president, and Lucy knew that there was absolutely no skill in it that was absolutely impossible.

Lucy couldn't help but think of Peter, Peter, look at people, look at people, when people are processing financial statements, you actually wasted your genius little brain to deliver pizza!

Just as Lucy was about to answer, Clark flew past her eyes again.

"Use your shoulders." Bruce brushed his broken hair, shook off the sweat from his head, and went to the sidelines to refill his energy drinks. Clark grunted and got up, slumped at Drake's feet.

Timmy grinned as Big Clark gave him the look of a dead dog begging for help, but he ignored him completely, because everyone was trained to do that by Bruce.

"I won't!" Clark actually started to get angry.

Bruce rolled his eyes: "Don't play dead!"

"You've got to get someone to give me a sign." Clark hinted for Tim to go.

"Don't bother Tim, he's much busier than you."

"He's drinking tea!"

Lucy looked at the scene in front of her in surprise. Clark even started to pretend to be an ostrich when facing Bruce, and even asked Tim, who was much younger than him, to block the gun for him.

She looked at Bruce, who was obviously a little impatient. Bruce is not a patient teacher, especially when dealing with Kryptonians who are not good at all.

"You have to control your muscle strength, Clark, to be a good boxer, what you have to learn is not to attack, but to defend." Bruce signaled himself, and he pushed his shoulders forward, making a posture of protecting his body, " You have to learn from me, or the smart criminals in Gotham will immediately see that Batman has changed."

Clark still grunted and refused to get up to take Bruce's fist.

"Let me do it." Lucy stood up unexpectedly. Her clothes were very casual, and it was not a problem at all to make gestures.

"Don't, don't, Lucy, Bruce doesn't care if you're a boy or a girl on the training ground." Clark subconsciously reached out to pull Lucy. Made a blocking motion.

Bruce watches her with interest, tossing the energy drink aside: "Have you ever trained?"

"Captain America's training."

Bruce let out a long sigh: "You are his student."

"The best one." Before the words finished, Lucy had already punched.

The two were entangled and engaged in a quick fight. At first Tim watched with great interest as the two of them changed their moves. Gradually, the expression on his face became serious, because he was completely attracted by the exquisite fighting between the two. .Bruce is a master of Jiu-Jitsu, and Captain America's good student, Lucy, is obviously well-trained. If the information is correct, Captain America is proficient in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, Chinese Kung Fu and American boxing, and Lucy is a strong learner. The ability allowed her to master these very quickly.

"Watch out, Clark, don't be distracted." Bruce shouted suddenly, and then he rushed towards Lucy. Before Lucy could react, he clamped his legs around Lucy's neck and threw his whole body Going out, Lucy was thrown to the ground by a huge force, and Bruce knelt beside her, propped up on the ground with one hand, and slowly raised his head.

Lucy touched her neck and looked at the sky in a daze.

Bruce just... used thigh strangulation on her? ?


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