The Death Knell

"I always feel that Ron is a bit dark." Bobo climbed onto the table and sat down next to Deathstroke. He took off his hat and scratched his scalp: "Isn't there something wrong with Zhenglian's sponsorship? I've guessed it."

"Me too, me too!" Harley raised her hand and sat on the other side of the death knell with a smile: "And I guess Bruce's money was taken away by Selena, a classic way of cheating marriage to make money, although it was not her My favorite is stealing, but I still do a good job, I also have a rich best friend! Hehe!"

In fact, she didn't guess, but Ron held the thought bubble on his head, and she saw the thoughts inside.

The little lunatic actually doesn't care about money. Although she lives in a small shabby building and has a lot of cats, she is very happy.

But if your best friend is rich, spending your best friend’s money feels different.

"Okay, Ron knows that we can guess this, so he hinted that everyone should not spread this news, otherwise he will use his psychic ability to wash your memories." Su Ming took a sip of the drink and moved himself Neck: "Martian Manhunter has actually always been quite dark, like a mix of Batman and Green Arrow."

"Does it look like it's green?"

Harley smiled and hugged Su Ming's arm, rubbing her head against hers and telling jokes.

"He has the same sense of vigilance and self-destructive tendencies as Batman, and the bitterness and hatred of Green Arrow." Su Ming smiled and kissed her on the top of her head, then shrugged: "But this matter really has nothing to do with us. Well, even if Batman is bankrupted by Immortal Jump, I can still fund the Justice League. If nothing else, at least the instant noodles will be enough."

Barry touched his chin, tilted his head and thought for a moment: "Instant noodles, it's not impossible."

Deathstroke stood up and put away the water bottle, and the armor on his body changed back into a casual suit: "That is, from now on, if any of you crashes other people's cars or demolishes other people's houses, you will pay them instant noodles, which is about one dollar per pack. The price of a second-hand car can be offset by just one thousand packs."

The instant noodles sold in Su Ming's own factory are relatively expensive. After all, they are endorsed by Captain America, and there are trading cards in them. The market price of ordinary instant noodles is about 30 cents.

However, Xiao Shen shook his head violently. He said that he couldn't accept it. He originally thought that Deathstroke was just talking about taking care of the food, but he didn't expect that it actually involved compensation for damages?

He shuddered just thinking about what would happen in the future, when the Black Hawk team drove cart after cart of instant noodles to compensate the victims. He shuddered. The scene was so beautiful that he didn't dare to look at it.

"Forget it, I still feel it's a bit strange for instant noodles to be used as currency."

Bobo was more realistic. He knocked his pipe on his knees a few times and jumped off the table: "Actually, food is the real hard currency. After the earth was flooded, it was the Year of the Villain, and then it was a parallel world. The invasion was followed by continuous heavy snowfall, and everyone who didn’t have any food stored at home died.”

"Okay, if you want instant noodles, just talk. I'll give you a few tons to eat slowly. It's time for me to rest for a while." Su Ming pulled up Harley next to him and prepared to go to Diana's dormitory area. Wait for her.

"Aren't we going to that Etania?" Barry thought of this. The problem was not completely solved, but only part of Darkseid's conspiracy was temporarily prevented.

No matter how you look at it now, this is not the time to relax.

"Don't worry, anyway, apart from the Gobi Desert, Etania is a big forest. There are crazy robots and mechanical synths everywhere. It happens to be a world with a magical background." Deathstroke held a cigarette in his mouth and took out his checkbook and gave it to Lori Checkout: "And Constantine is too restrained from his teammates. I won't go when he is there anyway."

"Tsk, that makes sense." Bobo put on his hat, gathered his furry paws and waved: "I'm going back to the bar, please remember to send those three beauties away."

"Already sent away. When we were in Diversity 2, I asked Sepulke to inform Cindy and she took care of the matter." Su Ming said goodbye to Bobo with a smile and threw him a bottle of good wine: "After some time, if I find any problems, I might come to you."

"I just have to work hard for the orangutan, and I know it well, so I left."

The automatic door of the room opened, and the small figure squeezed out through the crack in the door.

After taking Deathstroke's check, Lori didn't seem too anxious to go home. Instead, she looked at Harley and Deathstroke curiously:

"What are your plans next?"

"Let's go on vacation, maybe go to Gotham and burn some bookstores?" Su Ming answered the girl, put his hand on the top of her head and rubbed it, and said, "You have worked hard too. Go home and have a good rest. Your father is still waiting for you, right?"

"Okay, let me go home and see me. Thank you for the check." The girl shook the small note in her hand, hugged the death knell, and left seemingly unwillingly: "Next time if anything happens, remember to find me. I."

Barry also changed out of his uniform in the light of lightning and was getting ready to get off work. While arranging his hair, he said: "Do you want to be a guest at my house? I'll treat you to dinner. I know that their pizza is very delicious, but it's a pity that it's in Midtown." , we won’t deliver food to Washington.”

"It's okay. I guess Ron, Xiao Dai and Superman will have to have a long meeting. It's not too late to have a meal and come back." Su Ming put his arm around Harley's waist, lowered his head and asked her: "What do you think? Xiao Jelly beans.”

"Of course. I haven't been a guest at a superhero's house yet. Many people think I'm still a bad guy." She was always full of energy and even jumped up happily when faced with Xiao Flash's invitation.

"No matter what others think, I think you are a good person now, Harley." Barry led the two of them out of the dormitory area, and when passing by a fork in the road, he glanced in the direction of the dark Batman dormitory: "But, Bruce Didn’t he invite you to his house as a guest?”

"He's not a superhero."

Good guy Harley waved her hands and said that Batman didn't count and that he was no different from other madmen in Gotham.

The metal corridor echoed with the chatter and laughter of several people, and the atmosphere seemed very relaxed, but at this moment a small figure walked out of the darkness in front:

"Slade, are you okay now? I want to talk to you."

You can tell who it is just from the height. It is Damian. He is not wearing his hood at this time, and his expression looks very serious.

"What's wrong, kid?" Su Ming walked over and patted him on the shoulder, dragging him along and asking, "Have you encountered any difficulties?"

Little Robin felt warm in his heart, feeling his father's concern, and pursed his lips.

Originally, he wanted to take Deathstroke to find his mother and let the two of them get back together, but at this time...

After answering hundreds of the Riddler's riddles, he felt nothing but exhaustion.

I want my parents to recognize each other and have a complete family, but after all, it is my own idea, and adults may not think this way.

This death knell has never gone to Thalia. Maybe something bad happened in the past, but Lei Xiaogu is still dead, and the secrets have been brought into the coffin.

So I still want to bring my parents together, isn't it too willful?

Slade is obviously so kind to him, but he still isn't satisfied...it's so inappropriate.

"It's nothing. I just saw Bobo. He said that you all are back, and I just want to go to dinner with you. Can you?" Damian changed his mind temporarily. He no longer forced things to go according to his own ideas. .

After answering all the Riddler's riddles, he felt as if he had grown a lot.

The whole person's temper seems to have improved, no, or rather, the anger has been concentrated on the Riddler. Now facing anything else, his mentality is calm and indifferent.

"Of course, kid, your Uncle Barry is treating you to a treat. We are going to Midtown. Why don't you thank your uncle quickly?"

Deathstroke sensed something, but he didn't delve into anything and just acted more like a family.

The corners of Little Robin's mouth curved. This conversation gave him a strange warm feeling. He nodded towards Little Flash: "Thank you, Uncle Barry."

But the Flash shuddered, shook his head repeatedly, touched his face uncomfortably and said: "Uh... you should just call me Flash like before, Robin boy, the new name makes me feel like A few decades older.”