My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

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Eric Manor.

Nightwing was accustomed to the elusive Eric.

He was fiddling with his belt, trying to put some props in it, such as tear gas, smoke bombs and the like.

Through the glass window, I saw Eric fly into the manor and put down the belt in his hand.

"Hey, our Dark Knight is back."

Nightwing greeted him from a distance.

"You look busy."

Nightwing looked at Eric who took off his helmet, "Are you going to visit Harley Quinn?"

"You know it all?"

"certainly."

Nightwing shrugged. "It was live on TV, and Harley Quinn was in the superhero audition and made a lot of noise, so...you already knew that? About Harley Quinn's appearance?"

His tone sounded a little unhappy.

It's really not a good feeling to be kept secret by someone you think you trust.

Eric understands.

"Sorry, I should have told you earlier!"

Eric apologizes to Nightwing.

"No, you don't actually have to apologize. Everyone has a little secret, doesn't it? Also, don't think of me like an outcast girl, I'm just habitually complaining, like complaining about tonight's dinner Not like yesterday's burger."

Nightwing seemed a little unbearable to Eric's solemn apology, and explained it.

"OK, actually, the members of the Suicide Squad have been sent to the NYPD. I think they can calm down for a while."

After Eric changed his clothes, he sat down and drank a cup of coffee.

The taste is good, it must have been prepared by Alan butler in advance.

"NYPD? You think it's a good idea to keep them there? Even the craziest Arkham prison can't hold them for more than half a year."

Nightwing stood up and stared at Eric, "Why don't we make a bet about when they're going to break out? How? Let me start, I guess a week, when they figure out the prison's defense system, they'll managed to escape."

"So... what better idea do you have, would you like me to build a private prison and lock them all up? Or kill them all?"

Eric put down the coffee cup and seemed to be seriously discussing this with Nightwing.

"Why not? As far as I know, you have a secret base on Governor's Island that holds a lot of psychic criminals."

Nightwing had been to Eric's secret base once, so he was impressed.

"The Snow Queen, Black Angel, Golden Sentinel... all seem to be Walter's superheroes. You locked them up for secret research, you must have obtained a lot of superpower information? I suspect now, even if you want to I wouldn't be surprised if a whole bunch of superhumans were mass-produced, giving them all sorts of superpowers."

"That doesn't see the light."

There are indeed many superpowers detained in Eric's secret prison, and superpower research work is also ongoing.

But it was a secret work, and once the light was seen, it was estimated that Walter's **** would chase and chop it.

"Hey, why don't we build a lunatic asylum, a lunatic asylum like Arkham, and put some dangerous people in it. The mentally ill people on the surface are members like Harley Quinn, while in private, like a secret underground prison, they are locked up. How about Walter's superheroes?"

Nightwing's eyes twinkled, as if complacent that he had come up with a good idea.

"Okay, how about you help me supervise the construction of the madhouse?"

Eric suddenly came up with an idea to let Nightwing act as the foreman.

"Me? No!"

Nightwing shook his head, "I don't have the slightest talent for architecture. Compared with the job of an architect, I am more keen to be a warm-hearted vigilante!"

Nightwing was talking about his interest to Eric when he suddenly heard a beeping sound.

It was Eric's personal terminal that rang.

"Huey, what's the big trouble again?"

The caller is Huey from Team Owl.

"We were in some trouble and were attacked by a psychic! The situation is very critical now, Frankie has been injured, and Kimiko is fighting that guy, and I'm afraid it won't last. Mr. Xavier, can you... ..can you send some people to help us..."

Huey's tone was hurried and out of breath, as if he had just finished a marathon.

The sound of heavy objects hitting and the screaming of women could be heard all around.

It seemed that the scene on Huey's side was very lively.

"OK, I see."

Eric replied and hung up the phone.

"What? New trouble again?"

Nightwing put his belt on the table and cast a questioning look at Eric.

"At one point, Batman's identity is not suitable to play, so-"

Eric paused, "I hope..."

"Yeah!"

Nightwing interrupted Eric, "The Titans have their first chance to fight? Right?"

"You look looking forward to it?" Eric looked at Nightwing with interest.

"Of course, I'm looking forward to the travel allowance you give me."

Nightwing shrugged and walked to his room, he needed to prepare.

"Say hello to Hawkeye, you two act together."

Eric shouted from behind Nightwing.

"OK!"

Nightwing turned his back to Eric and made a "got it" gesture.

......

After telling Nightwing, Eric walked into the room.

He didn't know that the trouble Huey was talking about was Miriam, the Batgirl, otherwise he would be the one who came out.

Harper was sitting on the bed, calling his agent.

She was wearing a beige nightgown, and her freshly washed hair was loose and the scent of shampoo came out.

The whole person sat on the bed, as beautiful as a Greek goddess.

Harper forgot to answer her agent's phone because she slept so late last night.

Although Harper stayed at home most of the time~www.readwn.com~, she did not let go of her writing career. She also specially found an agent in charge of her writing career.

But looking at it now, it seems to be a little awkward with the agent.

"I had a terrible virus, so, you know, I was on a plane to New Jersey yesterday for my aunt's birthday party, but there may have been patients with the flu on the plane, so I tragically won the bid!"

Harper, though serious most of the time, tells lies without blinking.

"And then... Ron, of course I'm not going to drag. The truth is, my phone fell into the gap between the plane and the covered bridge, and it fell all over the tarmac. Then a luggage truck went over it! A fuel tanker followed, **** bless the guy who was trying to swerve around my poor phone and hit another car. The explosion was so powerful it overturned the plane , put my phone under it. It's still buried somewhere now!"

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