Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Gwendelyn's expression was a little strange, not good, but not bad either. She stood at the top of the building, her whole person could only be described as sluggish.

"How?" He Shenyan asked, standing beside her.

"It's like... a dream." Her voice was soft and almost babbling, and the mage understood why she was so surprised, not to mention her, but he was actually quite surprised that Gotham could be able to do it in such a short time. such a big change.

He knew that the flow of time between worlds was different. But Gotham got to be like this because Bruce Wayne's bastard cheated with magic.

Gloomy, Gothic-inspired Gotham is gone. In its place is a brand-new city, with advertisements for jobs and schools all over the glass facade, and the dingy and backward old town is now a large commercial center. Even more exaggerated, the weather here has even changed.

Gotham was originally called the City of Rain—it's obvious what that title means, but now the sky above Gotham is clear and cloudless.

The most exaggerated thing is that the mage saw a car suspended on the ground - he could see from the uniform spray painting on those cars and the behavior of picking up the students, this should be Bruce Wayne's special for the school. Equipped school bus.

"You may not believe me when I say this, Gwendelyn. But a few years ago, this city was a city of crime with no hope. It's full of scum and gangsters. Here, if you don't want to harm others, cannot survive."

"Gangsters?" Gwendelyn asked suspiciously.

He Shenyan slapped his forehead: "My fault, I forgot that you don't know what it is... You can understand it as some kind of hooligan, but they know how to pack themselves and how to attract more ignorance. of young people join them and work for them."

"Wow! Mage! When did you come back!" A surprised voice came from the air. He Shenyan looked up and found that it was a young man in a black streamlined uniform. He was tall and straight, with a red Full-coverage helmet.

"...Jason? You're growing so fast." The mage laughed dumbly. He didn't connect the burly young man with the child for the first time. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, what did Bruce Wayne feed him to make him grow so fast...

"You've been gone for too long, Mage. Big Blue often mentions you, you've been gone for eight years!"

"For so long?"

"Sure, oh, hey, wait a minute. Who's this lady behind you?" Jason asked, suddenly serious.

"A friend of mine—"

Gwendelyn took a step forward,

She lifted the illusion, the white and exquisite robe, the covered golden crown and the snake's tail, and the three-meter height shocked Jason Todd, not to mention the simple and eloquent language in Gwendelyn's mouth: "I am Shadowy Sun, Gwendrin. My lord is more important to me than a friend—he's the Pope of the Darkmoon Knights."

Jason raised his head, he didn't speak for a while, and when he spoke again, his voice had become a little dry: "Uh, hello... God, ma'am, you are so tall."

"Let's talk about business, Jason. It's daytime, you won't be out patrolling in uniform at this time?" The mage changed the topic.

"Actually, I'm happy to patrol around the clock, but B doesn't want to, he thinks I'm 'wasting my time', saying 'Gotham has no criminals', and he also asked me to go to a college... Hell, he can That's what you really said."

Jason grumbled as he took off his helmet. He's good looking, somewhat similar to Bruce, but unlike the gloomy old man, Jason looks a little more sunny.

He smiled and said: "It's not a patrol, I'm just bored at home. I can't understand the textbooks he brought me, so I just put on my uniform and walk out. I didn't expect to meet you, when did you come back? ?"

"Just now, what about Alfred?"

"He? He's very good. The old man is going to study Chinese food now. It's all thanks to you, if you want me to say. We now have French food on Mondays and Fridays, Chinese food on Tuesdays and Saturdays, and Italian food on Sundays."

"That's good, ask me to say hello to Bruce."

The smile on Jason's face disappeared: "Wait, don't you go see him?"

"Nothing to see, Jason. You know his suspicious personality, and I can actually guess how he worked out how to deal with me after he mastered magic. Am I right?"

Jason averted his eyes, and he coughed twice in embarrassment: "B did it... He brought it up at the Justice League meeting, and it was rejected by Superman. He also did it. Got into a fight with Big Blue. God, the first time I heard Superman swear, he said B was an 'ungrateful bastard'."

He Shenyan smiled and declined to comment.

"Where's Harley Quinn? I remember sending her back."

"Correction, she's back to her old name now, Harleen Quizzel. She should be a psychiatrist at Gotham First, she's in her old job. Saved one with her last time. Because of a quarrel with her family, she couldn't think of a child who was going to commit suicide, and I said she did a good job."

"That's good, then, goodbye, Jason." The mage nodded to him, opened a portal, and walked into it with Gwendelyn and left.

Jason Todd stood where he was. He walked over and stepped on the ground where the portal had just appeared as if he didn't believe in evil. Then he shook his head and put on his helmet: "Damn it, I can't understand how they used their spells after watching it a hundred times..."

"That's because you're so focused on other things, Jason."

A familiar voice came from behind him, Jason gave a shudder, he looked back, and Bruce Wayne in a suit came out of the portal.

"B?! Why are you here, aren't you going to the Metropolis today to talk to Luthor about expansion?"

Bruce Wayne said blankly, "I put a tracking spell on you, and I know exactly what you do out every day. Therefore, after you violated our agreement and ran out to patrol during the day, I came back immediately."

"Tracking spells? So you're getting worse now? It used to be a tracker, and now it's a spell that I can't find?"

There was a smile on Bruce Wayne's mouth: "If you want to know how to solve it, go back and learn to meditate obediently. I don't ask you to go far on this road, but you must at least know a few hands."

"You bloody control freak..." Jason muttered and left, leaving him alone. Bruce looked thoughtfully at the place where the mage had just appeared. He squatted down and wiped his hand slightly, and a line of glowing words emerged.

"If you're reading this, it means you're not too wasted talent or hopelessly stupid, Bruce Wayne. Next time we meet, I hope you can beat me with a finger ——You know, although I am not a very competent teacher, I also have assessments, you better prepare. Friendly reminder, if you fail, I will strip you and throw you into the biggest newspaper in Gotham. "

The corners of his eyes twitched, this is definitely revenge, right?