American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman

A British ballad came from the counter of a dimly lit bar, and the music was interrupted with the soft sound of the tape "Zira", a hand was pressed on the radio, and the long-haired bartender patted the radio slightly. The incompetent radio shook his head helplessly.

The guest's rattle on the bar called him over. As soon as he turned around, he saw a blond man drunk at the table. The bartender sighed helplessly, walked up and pushed the man's shoulder and said : "Mr. Constantine, how are you?"

"The radio...why doesn't it go off?" Constantine said vaguely, and the bartender took a glass from the shelf and wiped it, "That old radio was left by the owner's father, it's too old so it's often bad."

Constantine didn't look up, just raised a hand slowly. The bartender saw that under the light of the light, his fingers were well-jointed, slender and elegant, which was a little different from his decadent temperament.

He snapped his fingers gently, and with a click, the radio burst into a series of sparks, and then the music started again.

The bartender was taken aback, he took two steps back slightly, but it was not because of this magical phenomenon. Constantine was a frequent visitor here, and everyone here knew that this decadent man had some special power.

The bartender put the wiped glass on the bar and asked, "Is it still the same?"

"Yes, an extra glass of **** juice."

"Ginger juice?" The bartender showed an embarrassed expression when he heard the word. He said, "You mean the kind of medicine used to treat colds? But we only have wine here..."

"Give me a cup."

Constantine finally straightened up from the bar. He covered his head. The dizziness caused by the euphoria of the drug had not yet dissipated. His vision was a little hazy, and he saw a glass reflecting the shining light placed on the bar. , he gently fingered it, and it was filled with **** juice.

Just after he did all this, a dark figure appeared in the shadow of the corner of the bar. Constantine didn't look back, he just moved his body to the side, as if he was leaving a place for someone.

The shadow came up, he was wearing black armor, a black cloak on his back, and two pointed ears on his head, Constantine leaned his head on his hands, turned his head to look at him and said, "If I When designing uniforms, I will definitely choose to show my chin, otherwise I won't be able to drink...cough..."

Batman picked up the cup, he could already smell the strong **** smell, Constantine looked at his expression, chuckled and said, "Don't you like to use **** instead of wine? Don't you plan to take a sip?"

Batman put the glass down again, and Constantine went to take the real glass of wine that the bartender handed over. After taking a sip, he gritted his teeth, as if he was frozen, and he said, "...It's amazing, I I've never had a drink as cold as a Gotham bar anywhere else..."

"Do you have any secrets?" Constantine asked the bartender.

"Gotham's cold chain is very famous now." The bartender continued wiping his glass and said, "At the beginning of this year, four large ice-making factories were established. The quality of the ice we have here is very good, not only The temperature is very low, and it is not easy to melt.”

Constantine took another sip of wine, Batman looked at him, Constantine shook his head, and said, "I know what you're asking, magic...magic..."

As if he was drunk, he turned his head to the side again, leaned on his arm, and said, "You have been following me these past few days, just to get an answer from me, but I told you already, child. , don't think about using magic to resurrect anyone..."

Batman still stared at him silently, and Constantine said like a prophet: "I know, people like you are like this. If you don't understand the principle, you won't completely deny the possibility of a thing."

"However, in the process of figuring out the principle, you have to pay a lot more than you think."

Constantine picked up the glass but didn't drink it. Instead, he put the glass against his face. It seemed that the coldness would make his brain sober. He said, "I used to be just like you, full of these things. Curious, I thought, if I didn't really go after it, how would I know it wasn't my way out?"

"But this is magic. It seduces you to explore and verify, and then makes you lose everything in the process. In the end, you find that the process of losing everything is magic itself."

"This is not an equivalent exchange." Constantine shook his head and continued: "It's not that you can revive someone for whatever you pay, but you have lost everything in the process of resurrecting someone."

The British folk tune kept playing, and Batman's hand holding the glass looked younger. Although he had grown to be the same as an adult, from the knuckles of his fingers, it could be seen that he was still a teenager.

Seeing his hand, Constantine recalled his former self, the young, immature and healthy self, like a summer oak.

He thought, fortunately, he met the young Batman at this time. If the two people's ages were reversed, or they met each other in the same age group, it would really make a big mess.

The first time Batman was in a Gotham pub for so long, the little tune kept reverberating in his mind, reminding him of the English countryside, he couldn't remember when, and he was listening in Alfred's mouth too over such a tune.

When the old butler's face appeared in front of Batman's eyes, he stood up from the bar chair, put down his glass, and turned to leave.

On the way back to Wayne Manor, Batman keenly felt that this winter was extraordinarily cold, so that when he saw the familiar buildings of Wayne Manor, he felt a little warmth in his heart.

However, Batman's action of opening the door of his house seemed to be a little extra careful. Even when he walked through the courtyard, he didn't have the wind-like attitude he used to come and go. Instead, he took a light footstep and walked in slowly. .

Before coming to the stairs of the manor, Batman looked at the hook cable fixed on his hand. In the past, he would directly launch the hook cable to the balcony, then jumped, jumped onto the balcony, and returned to the room.

But he still chose to take the stairs.

It's actually a hard thing to expect Batman to take the stairs well, because he's always very good at using all kinds of methods, appearing in all kinds of places he shouldn't be, no matter if there are any. the way up.

Therefore, when he was walking up the stairs quite cautiously, he did not notice that some old handrails of Wayne Manor had loosened, and when he came to the third floor, he was going to take the last step. At the time, he instinctively supported the handrail of the stairs, and then, the wooden handrail made a very slight "squeak" under his hand.

Batman's heart suddenly shuddered, he turned his head quickly, and sure enough, he saw a small black shadow rushing towards the end of the corridor on the second floor like the wind.

It was a little girl with black hair and blue eyes, who looked very much like him. She was wearing pajamas at this time, rubbing her eyes in confusion, and then in the dark night, she looked at Batman with those shimmering eyes.

It stands to reason that in this scene, Batman's first action should be to reach out and touch the bat dart on his waist, and then turn on the night vision device to gain a visual advantage.

But this time, his first action was to stretch out one hand, hold down the other four fingers, leaving only one index finger, and then put it to his mouth, and gave the little girl a "shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" " gesture.

The little girl frowned, sniffed hard, showing a somewhat puzzled expression, and then she ran up the stairs with a bang, came to Batman's side, and took two more breaths.

Batman shook his head at her, and just as he reached out to cover her mouth, the little girl cracked open her mouth full of fangs and let out an earth-shattering "Wow!

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In an instant, Wayne Manor was brightly lit.

A few minutes later, Batman holding Aisha appeared on the sofa in the hall of the manor. Aisha was biting Batman's wristband with his fangs. Batman said to Alfred, who was facing the opposite. : "No, I didn't drink."

The old housekeeper set his eyes on Aisha. Aisha, who could not understand human words very well, seemed to have suddenly awakened infinite wisdom. She let go of her mouth and jumped to the other side of the sofa. Jumping on the sofa, pointing at Batman, kept "wow wow wow".

Dick came out upstairs with his eyes closed, and staggered down the stairs while holding on to the handrail, obviously very sleepy.

After walking down, he stretched and yawned, Alfred first walked over and patted his back, then said to him: "Go back to sleep, young master, there will be no more noise. is you."

Dick closed his eyes, but he shook his head, then walked over to Batman, took his arm and said, "You're not going to that place again, are you?"

"I didn't." Batman denied it immediately, but Elsa continued to raise her voice and kept screaming. Batman walked over helplessly and picked her up. Dick rubbed his eyes and said, "Elsa said You smelled of alcohol, you went to the bar?"

Batman remained silent, he looked down at Aisha, and Aisha's mouth could only let out an inexplicable scream.

Batman glanced at Elsa~www.wuxiaspot.com~, Dick, and Alfred who had been staring at him. He wondered if the three of them had any secret words that could be used to communicate. He didn't hear any syllables from Elsa's screams that could be analyzed for information.

Elsa struggled again and jumped out of Batman's arms, then ran to Alfred's side, tugging at his trouser legs, pointing to Batman's non-stop "wow wow wow".

After Alfred picked her up, she stopped screaming immediately, and Alfred hugged Elsa and said to Batman, "Sir, although you are now a father of two children, you have never really come here. Say, you're not an adult yet."

"Always go to places that are not good for the physical and mental health of minors. I am afraid it is difficult to set an example for the two children."

I don't know if it was Batman's hallucination, he felt that he heard murderous intent in Alfred's tone, and he heard the old butler say:

"I don't know how that scum from London, named Constantine, seduced you, but I hope that he can stop disgracing the reputation of his hometown in his few days."

"Otherwise, as his fellow countryman, I feel it is necessary for me to teach him the manners of being a gentleman."

At this time, Constantine, who was still drunk in the bar, felt an icy chill behind his back for some unknown reason. No danger was found.

This kind of coldness is like a shadow, but he doesn't know the source. Constantine turned his head left and right helplessly. Suddenly, he saw the cup of **** juice that he had transformed. He reached out and picked up the cup, pinched his nose, and drank it.

The pungency finally made him feel warm, he coughed twice, sneezed again, and broke out in a cold sweat.