mousepad-d2 Chapter 80 New York and Kang's Chapter Memory
Chapter 80 New York and Kang's Chapter Memory
"Captain America," I murmured the name in a low voice. The superhero who used the country's name as his code name was impressive. At this moment, I immediately recalled the man I saw in the North Pole that sank into the sea. "Where is this world?"
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When I got off the elevator and passed the front desk, I saw the tall mysterious man who called himself Connor sitting on the waiting sofa. He squinted his eyes and looked at the bustling street outside the glass window. loneliness.
"I'm ready, can you help me find... the Connor who was with me?"
"Ah, oh, of course." This Connor, no, let's call him Connor. Connor showed a sunny smile. When he laughed, it was like Martha's sweet apple pie being pushed out of the oven.
I strode out of the hotel. There is no Gotham City or Metropolis in this world, only New York, which existed in my dream world a long time ago.
And I'm on the streets of New York right now trying to figure out how to get some money.
Strange to say, in the previous world I didn't worry much about spending money, now when I only have bits and pieces on me, I can't without Drake and Wayne as my backing Inexplicably rubbing against this Kang's residence.
Kang was wearing a comfortable cotton sweater, he followed me slowly and looked at me, but his eyes made me uncomfortable.
His blue eyes are not full of God's compassion like the Superman I know, but like an old man, with a sense of vicissitudes.
"$5, thanks."
I handed over my $10, $5 and two hot dogs, and gave Kang a hot dog.
This action proves that my dollars (actually only $425 in my pocket) are still available here.
And another newspaper that cost me a dollar also proved a strange conjecture of mine—Iron Man does exist in this world.
Maybe I should look for the ancient one, I said to myself, it is not certain that the bald headed mage living in Tibet can give me the answer.
Before that, before saving up a plane ticket to Tibet and getting a fake ID, I had to make sure that superboy in the window wearing the leather jacket and red leggings didn't fall into some ditch.
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Connor didn't fall into a ditch, but he did almost hit someone.
"Hey boy, why did you fall from the sky?"
Tony Stark looked at the boy who fell from the sky and smashed the concrete floor with interest. This scene reminded him of the Meow Hammer that fell from the sky.
Superboy is head on the ground, but that's no big deal to him, Superman's Man of Steel can even smash through the earth, and Connor's scalp is no problem smashing through concrete.
Connor shook his head, subconsciously scratched his arms, he was startled by the empty arms: "Xiao Luo!"
Tony is more interested in seeing this intact human being with obvious superpowers. His curiosity is his characteristic-take the reactor on his chest, and the repeated jumping on the edge of the death line is Stark's specialty , Scientists are eager to move about this creature that is obviously beyond human beings.
"What are you looking for?"
Connor struggled to lick himself from the crack in the concrete floor, and he obviously saw the man with the mustache who was walking towards him a few tens of meters away.
"I'm looking for another person, he should have come with me." Connor looked at the clothes on the man, which seemed to be a brand that Tibbo had bought for Bruce, and he had a rough idea of the man's financial resources. estimate.
Maybe I just parted with Ronaldinho temporarily, I have to...
Why is my x-ray not working?
Connor bit his lip, and he looked up at the sun. The continuous power brought to him by the yellow sun's light was still continuing, maybe his see-through rays were only temporarily unavailable.
Tony Stark AKA Iron Man, watching this kid fly into the air unscrupulously, he remembered one thing: "Shouldn't you call your principal?"
What principal?Where is the headmaster?The principal of Morty Middle School in Kansas?
Connor looked at the man with the mustache in bewilderment.
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"So you are not from this world?"
I eventually found some electronics and started assembling a computer, and Kang, with a wad of dollars in his hand, opened an exclusive presidential suite.
What is the more than 400 dollars I calculated carefully?
"I'm not from this world, I also entered here by mistake." Connor's tone was still very gentle, he was always good-tempered when facing Tim.
"Will you in that world travel through time and space from time to time? What is your purpose for traveling through time and space?"
When I was facing him, there was a voice in my heart telling me that he was dangerous and you need to be vigilant, but I still couldn't help but asked directly.
"It was just an accident..." Kang still put on a good-natured smile, which was so similar to Superman, the god of the world, "I just have too much time and I'm too bored."
"What do you mean too much time?" I was a little confused by his answer. I don't have much time for Connor. Even if I don't sleep at night, this kid is still wondering whether to copy Bart's homework today or Xiao Luo's special one.
"Kryptonians can live for a long time under the yellow sun," Kang stretched out his hand to help Xiao Luo straighten his clothes after taking a shower, "Xiao Hong, that's too long."
The first time I heard about the lifespan of Kryptonians, I couldn’t help being a little curious. Indeed, in my world, no one asked how long Superman can live.
Kang looked at Tim who was sitting in front of the computer. He was still so young, incredibly young, his hair was still as black as ebony wood, his skin was still fair and smooth without streaks, his blue eyes were still bright, and his slender fingers rested on the No age spots or sagging skin while on the keyboard.
It was a teenage Tim, part of the Tim he dreamed about every night.
"Did you ever have a partner named Tim Drake?" I asked directly. I seemed to be unable to control my temper in front of Kang. I knew that this man was dangerous, and I was not afraid of the kryptonite on me. , but I seem to know that he will always face me with a smile and embrace me.
"Yes, he's the best in the world."
"Then isn't he with you now?"
Hearing this question, Kang took a deep look at Tim who was looking at him with his chin dragging. The yellow sun's rays for a hundred years made a Kryptonian and a half have the ability to rival the gods.
"Yeah, he's sleeping now. He drank too much coffee before, and he'll learn the lesson when he gets older."
I curled my lips indifferently. For me, human life is limited, but it has to be devoted to unlimited work and activities. It is enough to be buried in a grave after a hundred years and have a dream for a thousand years. Besides, who wears a mask? Still know how far away your tomorrow is, does the future end in the next second?
"I want to get to know him." Maybe it would be interesting to know Timothy from another world. In the world where I knew Jason rescued by Arkham, the kiss of Timothy's classmate is still unforgettable to me.
He's really good at kissing.
"He should also want to meet you," Kang said with a gentle smile on his face, "My Tim always likes the new Batman."
I blinked and realized he was talking about a possible future I was about to experience.
"you……"
"I won't tell you, don't ask any more, it will be a surprise for you." Kang finally stroked the black hair on Tim's head, the half-long hair was a little steamy, he Stretching out his hand, he took a towel and began to rub it gently.
I sniffed and didn't ask Kang again, but started to use the computer to find out if I could find my little boy, Connor.
I was thinking in my heart, will the future Connor grow up to be as mature, stable and gentle as Kang?
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Kang carried the little red bird to the bed and covered him with a quilt. He floated lightly beside the bed, tilting his head and looking at Tim.
He was exactly the same as he ever was.
Connor closed his eyes to turn off the X-ray, remembering his own Tim.
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It was in Gotham, and he was sitting in the garden of Wayne Manor, and Tim was sitting on a deck chair, with a coral blanket with S and Red Robin on his lap-this blanket was woven by Connor himself.
"Why do you keep looking at me?"
"You're so pretty." In Kang's eyes, Tim is always the prettiest one.
"Taking you out is like a grandpa taking a grandson. What's there to see?" Tim is very self-aware. His clone kid is still young, lively and beautiful. His face is already covered with age spots and his skin has faded The slack, beautiful blue eyes that once made the clone kid blush had clouded too.
"It's just good-looking, my own wife, I can't say good-looking yet."
Tim smiled briefly, and he turned his head, leaving the back of his gray head to his lover: "But we don't seem to match anymore."
But even so, Kang still remembered the feeling of trying to kiss those dry and wrinkled lips, it was sweet, and it belonged to Tim.
Tim was very resistant to this, but Kang loved it, he started to grow his beard and pretend to be very old, he started to talk loudly, took care of Tim's ears who were starting to go deaf, and learned to tell people when Tim was my grandson Say, no, this is my husband.
Later, when he was sitting in Wayne's family cemetery and scrubbing the tombstones, he saw Superman rushing over.
"Clark." He greeted the god on earth.
"Oh, it's been a long time since anyone called me that. So it's Connor, why don't you come here..." Clark obviously saw the tombstone under Kang's hands, and his blue eyes, which already contained thousands of emotions, became deeper some.
"You have to learn to get used to this."
Kang tilted his head to see that Superman was also sitting in front of another tombstone and began to wash the tombstone, put a wreath on it, clear up the weeds, and then began to stare blankly—the two Kryptonians stared blankly at the grave.
After a while, Superman took a breath of freezing breath into the air and got a huge chunk of ice, which he began to carefully chisel away.
"Is this Batman?"
"This is Bruce." Superman carefully placed the ice sculpture next to the grave. The ice sculpture of Bruce was lifelike, and even the resolute chin and the corners of his lips were familiar to Connor.
Superman carved another Kryptonian Al family logo and placed it on top of "Wayne," the frozen S gleaming in the yellow sun.
Connor also picked up a stone and turned on the heat ray. He had practiced the heat ray very well over the years, but his Red Robin logo was carved crookedly.
Clark shook his head: "You still have a long time, so don't be in such a hurry."
Kang put the small red Robin logo he had carved on the white chrysanthemum in front of the grave, and took out a piece of kryptonite to play with in his hand. His face was pale and he was sweating profusely. Get up Green Stone, want to turn around and leave.
"Connor," Superman called to him, and he turned to look at Clark, who was still carefully sculpted with heat rays, and Superman said, "Don't try to swallow kryptonite... It hurts a bit, but you can't die."
Superman raised his head, his eyes were still the blue that did not belong to the world: "I tried."
"I didn't want to try that," Kang walked firmly when he walked away, "Tim... said he would love me."
I tried it while he was alive.
The author has something to say:
You thought there were two Connors, but there were actually three. The current Connor has been exposed to the yellow sun for hundreds of years.
Some comments said it looked familiar, so I went to the favorites, inspired by [kontim] his bird.
It should be this short story, which can be found on the Internet. It is not my original stalk. It is very well written and beautiful. It is a BE short story.
Tim’s blood-red Kang in his dream, go back and read the last chapter, and you will find that he was squeezed out by this Kang, and he didn’t have time to break into the Marvel world—it’s so miserable.
Different worlds may have different emotional cp trends and endings, and Kang's world is like this.
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The cover is because...Jinjiang was checking the font copyright, I couldn't find the psd source file, so I just made another one myself.