My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

Black woman, bone spur necklace, model body.

Eric quickly figured out her identity.

There should be only one superhero in the DC world who can have this identity - vixen.

Vixen is the first black superhero in the DC world. She was born on the African continent. In order to avoid the pursuit of her uncle, she fled to the United States to remain anonymous, changed her name to Mary McBee, and became a fashion model.

The necklace around her neck is a smooth and magical necklace that allows her to gain the abilities of any one or several animals.

She can even combine the telepathy ability of Gorilla Grude, the flying ability of falcon, the swimming ability of dolphin, the sprinting ability of cheetah, the echolocation of bat, the climbing ability of spider...

And she can also gain the abilities of superhumans within 150 feet of her in a short period of time by imitating.

Like Raven, she is a superhero with great potential.

Although many times, she is unable to exert her power.

"Who the **** are you two?"

Perhaps realizing that she was talking too much, Vixen stopped talking, looked at the two of them, especially Eric, and asked a few seconds later.

The Batman-like uniform on the other side made her quite puzzled.

"Thank you for saving us, ma'am. I'm Raven, and this is Batman by my side."

Raven restrained himself to introduce himself to the two.

"And me, ma'am!"

The Joker was annoyed at Raven ignoring himself, and he shouted: "As for the Batman beside me, I have to say, Batgirl, you have to let him introduce himself. He was going to pinch his throat and **** up his pointed ears, Saying that 'I'm Batman', but you ruined his self-introduction and flamboyant appearance! No one can guarantee he won't hold a grudge."

Vixen was not too surprised when she saw the clown in the lantern, but she stared at Eric in surprise, "Wait...wait, you said he was Batman, but Batman is already dead It's impossible!"

After that, he turned his face and stared at the red-haired beauty who was flying the plane, "Pamela, come and tell me, does this person look like a fake?"

Pamela, the real poison ivy girl in the DC world, has beautiful red hair, and the poison ivy girl with the imprint of lush green petals on the corners of her eyebrows, turned her head slightly.

puff!

A plant vine came out of her hand and shot straight at Eric.

She seems to be planning to use this sneak attack to see if Eric is Batman.

The plant vines with the thickness of the wrist were grabbed by Eric.

"I used to have a friend, Ms. Pamela, who had abilities similar to yours and likes to be surprised."

Eric uttered the first words that entered the cockpit of the plane, his voice hoarse and slightly sharp.

"You can't be Batman! Batman is dead, in the halls of the Justice League, on the wit and wit he was so proud of. Huh! It's such an irony, he's always there to save The world is busy, but I don’t think I will destroy the world.”

The poison ivy girl was unsmiling and said without looking back.

The voice was cold and icy.

It's not like that Gotham City Poison Ivy at all.

Gotham's poison ivy girl always looks charming and calm all the time, and for any man, she always has an expression that will eat you at any time.

And the poison ivy girl in front of her is uncharismatic, her eyes are full of indifference.

The gorgeous clothes of the past were replaced by tattered coarse clothes, the exposed parts were covered with plants, and the hair was messy as if it had not been washed for many days.

Not only her, but the vixen on the side is also dressed as a refugee.

The khaki clothes were covered with dust, and the cracked areas of the thighs were wrapped with bandages. Perhaps for convenience, she shaved a flat head, which lost her former sexyness, but instead gained a little more heroism.

"Maybe the Batman of the past is dead and a new Batman is born."

Eric did not answer Poison Ivy's question directly.

"It doesn't matter who you are. In a world like this, even if Batman is resurrected, what can he do? The past is gone, and everyone... there is no turning back."

The Poison Ivy's words were full of sadness.

Vixen walked over and patted her on the shoulder.

There was silence between them.

Although Eric had a lot to say, he didn't know how to speak.

Facing the pain of the destruction of the world, his heart also became heavy.

So much so that even what he wanted to ask was held in his throat and could not be said.

The plane arrived at its destination in the silence of several people.

A towering mountain lies in front of you.

The mountain peaks soar into the sky, straight into the sky.

The plane stopped on a slightly flat platform at the foot of the mountain, and Vixen got off the plane with a few people.

"where is this place?"

Eric asked the vixen.

"Just follow along."

She had no intention of explaining.

"Guys, do you know Mt. Jurgens? I see this thing is very similar to that one, 'Never Known', 'Secret Mountain Tribe', 'Legends of Tomorrow's Mystery', all People say it so much that I suspect there's some treasure hidden under it. Is this Jurgens?"

The clown in the lantern looked at the surrounding environment and asked several people.

"Shut up!"

The vixen was also fed up with this long-winded guy, and gave him a fierce look.

......

Everyone walked along the long tunnel to the interior of the mountain.

First, after passing through a long tunnel and turning a corner, the sight suddenly changed.

The dark cave environment is replaced by a purple glow.

The cave tunnel has not only become a bit more spacious, but the spatial illumination has also increased by more than an order of magnitude.

The inner stone wall is covered with purple spar, glowing with faint light, illuminating the entire space as bright as day~www.readwn.com~ and then walked hundreds of meters along the cave filled with purple light. , the eyes became suddenly bright.

The artificially excavated space appeared in front of everyone, half the size of a football field, a shining space illuminated by purple spar.

Da da da!

Footsteps sounded from the other side of the space.

"I find myself triggering the alarm unintentionally all the time, for whatever purpose, and it reminds me of life in an orphanage, so, Carla, why put the alarm in that place?"

A woman in a black uniform and blindfold comes out of the shadows.

Behind her was a young girl in ragged clothes and a haggard face. A striking "S" logo is painted on the shirt on the chest, and a red cloak is draped behind him. There were several holes in the cloak, so old, as if it had been completely ravaged in a mouse hole.

The girl who was called Carl by the woman in the black uniform shook her head, "Catwoman, if you hadn't been running around on the walls, I'm sure those alarms would never provoke you."