Chapter 91: Strange Memory
Chapter 91: Strange Memory
Tim and Spider-Man, who was standing above him, looked at each other.
"Spider-Man? Is there another incident happening in New York?"
He had four cheering sticks and three tickets stuffed between the fingers of his left hand, and his right arm was covered with paper bags with robins' heads printed on them, and a stupid fluorescent circle on his head.
Peter: "Hey, man, I never knew you were a fan of Robin. I mean, you see, you guys are all Robin. It's not that you have the same name, but you are the Robin of Gotham..."
In the world of superheroes, there is basically no problem of duplicate names. Generally, the same name appears either as a tribute or as a replacement, or to kill the previous owner of the name, just like Jason once used the alias Red Hood (although he didn't know at the time that this was the Joker's former name).
But who would have thought that after the Earth was fully connected to the Milky Way, it would actually have the same name across circles, and the person it collided with was the hottest superstar in the universe. This is really bad luck. You know, it’s not embarrassing to have the same name, but it’s embarrassing to have a low popularity.
Who outside of Earth knows the Robin of Gotham? He can't explain to everyone that this Robin is not the Robin, even though the English pronunciation is the same and the synesthesia beacon translates it the same way, and he might be mistaken for a fanatical fan of the Robin.
Tim: So please call me Red Robin. In addition, these peripherals are for a better understanding of this big star from Pinocchio.
"Stop, stop, stop," Jason walked over from the stall holding another robin bag, "Stop talking about robin here and there, tell me what you're doing here."
He also has a halo of the same style on his head, with a small button to control it to light up. It's a pity that Tim refused the ear-hanging wing decoration, otherwise they could cosplay more like the Sky Ring Tribe.
But this costume is obviously enough for them to cosplay a dead Robin.
"Oh my god, you guys look like you're celebrating Halloween." Spider-Man muttered, wondering if he should also try out the Halo, but that wasn't the point. He shared his travel plans with Jason and Tim -
"So you're not in New York for the next while?"
Jason concluded, and at the same time he was deeply jealous of Harry and this kid's luck. He patted Tim's shoulder heavily and said, "Remember to win back my share of the insurance money."
Whether the casino in the dream can be realized in reality or not is not the point for now, but Tim was very happy when he found an unexpected helper:
"What a coincidence, I'm going to Pinocchio as well. I'm going there to track down Batman."
"Batman?" Peter was stunned. He didn't expect that a trip could lead to a hidden branch. "I knew Superman and the others wouldn't die! This is so cool, brother!"
"We are going to save the heroes!" He became visibly excited.
Dick stood alone in the square with a circle and chicken wing earrings on his head. He dealt with the men and women who came to chat him up with a fake smile, while being careful not to accidentally rub his butt against someone's hand.
The latter item is too difficult.
"Where did those two guys go..." Dick gritted his teeth.
A rough heart-to-heart talk was obviously not enough to resolve the conflict between him and Tim. The Bat family resolved their knots with fists.
Usually they would beat each other up, then go into a cold war, then beat each other up again, then go into a cold war again, until a big event happened in Gotham that forced them to get their act together.
In the end, they reached a reconciliation by beating the villain continuously, and he was cheered by everyone.
Jason has lost his memory, and he has not truly accepted his former identity as Robin, so he fantasizes that he can solve everything through talking. This is not the Luofu Land Surveyor's Office, and even the Land Surveyor's Office cannot solve their complicated and twisted family problems.
A message popped up on the phone, and the avatar of a tattered red barrel told Dick that they had met Spider-Man, and to wait until the concert started before going over. Then a coffee cup made a "1" behind the red barrel.
He closed the group chat and sighed deeply and helplessly.
"My little brother, are you in any trouble?"
The dark blue-haired man asked with a smile that didn't reach his eyes.
"I have some good stuff here. Would you like to take a look? Maybe it can solve your problem?"
Sambo? Dick was alert. He had not noticed the man's movements just now. He thought the description of his footsteps leaving no trace in the snow in the Bat Files was a metaphor.
"What is that?" Dick lowered his voice in agreement. White powder? The weapon of the Silver Mane Guards? Or a discarded product of the Luofu Works?
"Hey, it's not convenient to talk here, dear, if you trust me, just come with me, I will take you to an interesting place."
The man who looked like Sambo answered like this. Even though he was dressed very hotly and sounded very gay, Dick felt that he could handle it.
He followed Sambo to a sparsely populated back alley.
Tim was fighting with Jason for the last French fry, and Peter was wolfing down a cheese and meat pizza. At this moment, a man who looked like a Disney prince pushed open the door of the fast food restaurant and saw these three starving ghosts at a glance.
"Dick?" Tim, who was facing the door, spoke. Jason stuffed the last French fry into his mouth at hunting speed, mixed it with the original ice cream used as a dip, and rushed into his stomach along with the Coke.
"Hello." Spider-Man, holding a pizza in his mouth, raised his head and spoke incoherently. The cheese melted in his mouth. The happiness brought by the calories was cheap and satisfying. There was also a fluorescent circle on his head. It was obvious that heaven was a hell without junk food.
The surrounding items of the Robin were neatly placed on the empty seats, and the glow sticks and tickets were hastily stuffed into a paper bag. The visitor raised his eyebrows, pulled over a stool and sat down unceremoniously, and reached out to order another five-cent children's meal.
"Kids meal? Seriously?" Jason complained.
"The set meal will come with a miniature superhero. Each one is random. Let's see who you can win."
Speaking of blind box draws, the strange desire to win was ignited among these teenagers again.
In an unknown alley where war-damaged Christmas trees were once placed.
"Wake up, sir, are you okay?"
A gentle female voice sounded, and he felt his body being pushed.
Dick opened his eyes dazedly. He felt a little dizzy. He seemed to have just woken up from a strange dream. In that dream there was...
"Well," I can't remember, "thank you, ma'am, I drank a little too much..."
Dick stood up shakily and said the usual words, hoping to get the kind lady to leave, but his head was still dizzy. Suddenly leaving the unknown dream caused him some side effects.
"The influence of dreams... Sir, please look into my eyes."
A pair of green eyes appeared in Dick's chaotic brain. He heard a small symphony, and the noise in his mind was smoothed out, as if the correct radio waves were found from the messy signals, and all the sounds became clear and vivid.
He felt like he was back in this world again.
"You are... Robin?"
In the fast food restaurant, handsome men were fiddling with the little characters they had drawn, Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman, these were drawn by Tim Peter and Jason;
What he pulled out was a rubber tube man with a clock head and a big-nosed werewolf wearing sunglasses and a hat.
Compared to the superhero villains, each of which has its own abstract features, this clock head and werewolf look extremely exquisite, and Jason can almost hear the "tick-tock" and the cool "hum".
"Clock Boy and Hanu Brothers? Really? Why is there an animation of Pinocchio? Won't this store be sued for copyright infringement?"
Jason's head was full of question marks, and Tim quietly tugged at the corner of his clothes under the table.
Peter hiccuped stiffly as he realized his spider-sense was trembling like Morse code.
"Hehe, being too sensitive isn't a good thing, pajama boy."
Hanabi smiled as she watched Peter twitch as his spider sense stimulated him.
"Masked Fool? There's no fun here."
Jason frowned. Was he here to track down Ah Ha? But he had never seen Ah Ha again after that fight between Hunting and Joy. Until now, he didn't know what Ah Ha had done to him.
Maybe He was just making fun of him.
"You don't have the final say, Red Buckethead. Lady Hanabi has her own judgment."
The girl with twin ponytails was cute and adorable. She shook her fingers, and almost instantly, the fast food restaurant, which was originally bright, lively and bustling with people, became dark and silent, and all kinds of food and tables and chairs slowly floated and rotated together.
"Dream?" Tim reacted, but the girl with flower petals in her eyes had disappeared. He pushed open the door and found that the world outside had become disordered and chaotic, with the heaven and earth all arranged randomly.
"Is that the Mayflower?"
Peter looked at the ship passing overhead in confusion. It was not because he was well-informed and could remember what the ship looked like, but because the name of the ship was pasted on the ship like a barrage of comments.
"Isn't this a bit too rough?"
Jason couldn't bear to watch as the little people with names replacing facial features ran away from his feet, rushed towards another group of little people, and then turned into a pool of green liquid in the tragic collision.
Blood is green, which is very rigorous.
"What are you doing here?"
A purple woman holding a katana suddenly appeared.
Tim woke up from his dream.
What happened just now? He covered his pounding heart, the aftereffects of the intense stimulation were still lingering, but the memory in his mind disappeared without a trace. Peter and Jason woke up at the same time, and they looked at the extra seat together -
Empty.
Two Batmans, two Supermen, and a Wonder Woman stood in a row on the table.
This strange feeling continued until they saw Dick at the concert entrance.
He saw them, so he hurriedly said goodbye to the lavender fortune teller beside him. The fortune teller smiled and nodded, looking at the three young men who came with her hazy eyes.
"Where have you been?" Dick complained. "Hello, Peter, I didn't mean you."
"Uh, hello, Mr. Richard." Perhaps influenced by a certain knight, he still did not say that somewhat strange title.
Pure beauty above all, why would anyone's name be Dick?
The concert of the Robin went smoothly. There was no villain to disrupt it as expected by the heroes. The overly smooth development made the four people present feel a little irritated.
"Have we forgotten something?"
This question bothered them, but soon they forgot about this trivial matter.
Produced by Black Tower Space Station, the spacecraft to Pinoconi is about to set sail.