Three Hundred and Eighty-Eight. No One Asked Me

Gotham City, Wayne Manor.

"During the explosion, I was stunned, and then I was sucked into the sea water. Fortunately, I was protected by the armor, so I barely survived."

"But I don't remember anything else, and I don't have any impression."

"By the way, how did I get back? Where did you find me?"

Dick Grayson replied: "Bruce, although it took a lot of effort, we didn't find you."

"You were sent back, transported by a company called Harley."

Hearing this, Bruce frowned.

"Transportation company? Who is the client? Why did you send me back? Have you investigated the identity of the client? Have you investigated the transportation company?"

The old bat asked questions like a cannonball. He has this suspicious character, he is not at ease about anything, and always feels that there is a conspiracy.

Of course, this is the world of Meiman, so it is not an exaggeration for him to have such conjectures, who would let the villains walk everywhere, and the earth is being wheeled every day.

The people in the bat family naturally understand Bruce's urine, or they have all been infected by this old bat, and have developed the same personality as him.

Alfred said: "Don't worry, master, Barbara is investigating the background of this company, and Jason has already gone to track the RV, and there will be results."

"You need to take a good rest now, leave the outside affairs to us."

Jude shook the flagon and replaced the whiskey with Moutai.

"Afu is right, you old guy, although your body is fine, but your mental state is not very good, rest for a few days, do you want some Huaxia Moutai? It's very pure."

Bruce ignored Jude, who was still as out of tune as ever.

"Good intentions are not rewarded. Drinking alcohol is good for physical and mental well-being, especially Huaxia Baijiu, which has a long and long life, soothes tendons and activates blood circulation. The more you drink, the more comfortable you are."

I chatted with the Bat family for a while, and asked about Firefly's current situation. The girl said that she was fine, and she had already integrated into the family.

"Bridget, the court of owls is finished, do you want to keep this ghostly look, or change your face and start a new life?"

Firefly always wears a mask. After all, her whole body has been burned and festered, so she really can't show her face to others.

Now that the owl court that brought her pain has been punished, and the original oath has been fulfilled, it is a good choice to change her face.

And after slowly integrating into the Bat family, she began to envy other members.

Although everyone is a vigilante, others still have the identity of the mortal side while fighting crimes.

Whether it's a student, a police officer, or just an ordinary company employee, everyone has their own lives.

She was the only one who couldn't go out to meet people in this state, and no Arab woman covered her up so tightly.

So Bridget almost squatted in Wayne Manor during the day, fortunately, Alfred was with her, and the two often talked, so they were not too lonely.

But for the desire for a normal life, her heart is also extremely turbulent. She wants to go to the playground, go to the cinema, go to Michelin, and also want to have a relationship.

Bridget asked with some anticipation: "What exactly do you mean by a makeover? Is it to change me back to my original appearance, or to reshape my face?"

"Of course it's the original appearance, but if you think you are too ugly, I can help you with the knife."

"Fart, I'm so beautiful. When you see my face, don't call my name in your dreams at night, lest you get beaten by your girlfriend."

"Hi... a nightmare or a sweet dream? I would like to advise you, you must have a clear self-awareness in life, what if it is not as good as it is now?"

"roll!"

Jude smiled and took out a treatment needle: "Take it and inject it yourself, everyone is waiting to see the result."

Firefly returned to her room with the treatment needle, took off all her clothes, looked at her rotten sores, closed her eyes, and stabbed the needle hard.

"ah……"

Instantly,

A high-pitched female voice resounded throughout Wayne Manor.

Damian raised his head and looked outside: "Whose call is this? It sounds so scary, it seems to have experienced a fierce battle."

Jude shook his fingers: "No, it's more like screaming during orgasm."

After a while, Bridget returned to Bruce's room.

But at this moment, she has completely changed.

The rotten sores on his body disappeared, replaced by white skin, long chestnut-colored hair, and that rather delicate facial features.

Everyone couldn't help being stunned, but it didn't mean that Bridget was beautiful.

But such things as beauty can only be produced by comparison.

If compared with her ghostly appearance before, she is no longer as beautiful as a fairy.

That is a beauty that is shocking to the world and enough to make the Buddha fall in love.

Seeing everyone's surprised expressions, Firefly was very proud.

"Let me just say, don't be surprised by the beauty of my old lady, don't call my name in your dreams at night, lest you get kicked out of bed."

Squeak!

At this time, the door was pushed open again, and Batgirl Barbara walked in pushing a wheelchair. The person sitting on the wheelchair was the Oracle of the Birds of Prey who had a relationship with Jude once.

After the two came in, they saw the changed firefly at first glance.

Bridget puffed out her chest proudly: "How is it? Are you scared by my appearance?"

Although the appearance has changed, the voice of the firefly has not changed, and Barbara recognized her instantly.

"My God! You are Bridget, why do you..."

"It looks better, right? It was Jude who gave me the injection."

The two women looked at Jude at the same time, the meaning is self-evident, which woman doesn't want to be beautiful?

"Hi...don't look at me like that. I don't know magic, but I just cured her illness. To be precise, I returned her true colors."

"Then can you help the oracle heal his leg?" Barbara asked casually.

"No problem, take it for an injection, and make sure you can stand up immediately." Jude threw out a healing needle.

Then, under the amazed eyes of everyone, Oracle jumped up from the wheelchair, as if he had never been paralyzed.

"Oh my god! It's amazing that I don't even need a recovery period, and I feel like my body is healthier than before I was paralyzed, and my muscles are stronger."

"Jude, you have such a good thing, why didn't you take it out earlier?" Barbara said with some complaints.

"Hi... No one asked me, I thought she liked to be paralyzed, after all, people have different hobbies."

"I once saw a man who, because he didn't want to talk to his wife, decided to pretend he was dumb for sixty-two years."

"If it hadn't been for the information age, and his wife found out about his karaoke videos on the Internet, men would still pretend, that's how people are."

"Well……"

Bruce saw that their topic was getting farther and farther away, so he stopped it in time.

"If you want to chat, you can wait until later, and talk about your investigation results first."