After Tony washed up, he sat at his desk and corrected the documents he hadn't read last night. He licked the corner of his mouth unconsciously, as if he tasted the lip gloss on Jasmine's mouth last night.
By the time Jasmine got up, Tony had already taken care of everything. Tony led Jasmine to the bathroom and handed her the toothbrush: "The tasks of the Avengers and the Foundation, and the documents of the Stark Group are all done, so today you
Where do you want to play?”
"Arkham Asylum." Jasmine brushed her teeth while talking to Tony. "There are many villains captured by Wayne in the Asylum. I want to visit, especially the members of the Suicide Squad last time."
Tony agreed reluctantly and wiped off the white foam on her chin.
"Tony, am I in trouble now?" Jasmine hesitated for a moment, but she said what was in her heart. The hands behind her back were clenched until they turned white. The behavior of her first two boyfriends made Jasmine feel very insecure.
Feeling, she pursed her lips: "If you have your own things to do, it's okay with me, I can take care of myself."
Tony, who was holding the towel, paused and recalled Jasmine's words blankly. He shrugged and put the towel in her hand.
"Why do you think so?" Tony held Jasmine's hand and walked out, letting her sit on the bed. Tony walked to the closet and picked out clothes for her to wear. In fact, taking care of a person requires a lot of energy and patience.
Tony, who had no experience in taking care of her, felt very uneasy at the beginning. He was afraid that if he didn't take good care of her, Jasmine's condition would worsen instead of getting better. In fact, the two of them also had quite a quarrel, and Tony never compromised.
I also gradually understood concessions and tolerance.
The two of them stumbled to where they are today, and Tony has no regrets: "I have never found you troublesome. If our roles were changed and I was blind, would you find me troublesome?"
Of course not. Jasmine swallowed back what she had subconsciously said.
Tony thought for a while and probably guessed what Jasmine was thinking: "You know, I actually hope that you can rely on me more, so that I can hold you in my hands and not let you be harmed in the slightest. Suppose there are two people placed in front of me.
A choice, you or an unprecedented invention, I will definitely choose you without hesitation. I said, you are very important to me."
Jasmine held the clothes he selected in her hand and turned her head away, not wanting him to see the tears in the corners of her eyes. When she went to England alone and met Sherlock, she thought that the highly intelligent Sherlock would protect her from the wind and rain.
, when she returned to the United States with scars all over her body and met Bruce, she thought that the strong Bruce would protect her, but it turned out that everything she thought was just her imagination in the end.
So she gradually became rational and sober, and learned to lick her wounds alone. And now Tony appeared in Jasmine's life. He stood in front of Jasmine and told her that Jasmine was very important to him and that he would accompany her to protect her.
.At that moment, she was suddenly extremely sure that Tony was the missing half.
"I'm scared too." Tony looked at Jasmine with soft eyes. He ruffled Jasmine's hair gently, his words showing deep affection and satisfaction, "I'm very busy at work and have very little time to spend with you. You never complained.
But when no one believed in me, you were the only one who supported me as always. You see, I have nothing in this world except you."
Jasmine's eyes were red, and her voice was low and hoarse with a strong nasal sound, which sounded like she was being coquettish: "If Natasha hears what you say, she will laugh at you mercilessly..."
"If we are going to Arkham Asylum, we must contact the person in charge in advance. There will be a lot of preparation work before we go." Tony started to change the subject quite tactfully, pretending to be busy, "For example, what do you want to bring?
thing?"
With such a blunt change of subject, Jasmine had no choice but to follow Tony's words and tell him what she wanted to bring. The two of them were busy and finally left the room where they had stayed for two days.
Tony carefully put on Jasmine's scarf and fastened her seat belt. Jasmine, who was being taken care of attentively, tried hard to restrain the curvature of her mouth, for fear that Tony would see her silly look.
"Why didn't you go back to New York directly after you came back from the United States? Instead, you came to Gotham? You must know that the crime rate in Gotham remains high and it is not suitable for living at all." Tony thought of this question while driving and asked another question casually.
The smile on Jasmine's lips gradually disappeared, and she clasped her hands on her thighs: "I can't go back, and I can't go back."
"It doesn't matter if you don't want to say it." Tony suddenly realized that what he was doing might reveal Jasmine's scars, and he hurriedly made amends.
"I booked a flight back to New York, but after I got off the plane, I was taken to Gotham." Jasmine also found it funny when she thought about how she didn't dare to resist at that time. She often thought that if she had been braver, she would have been better.
What different impact did it bring? "My parents withdrew all my identity documents and told me that I could stay in Gotham with peace of mind. The professor would help me when necessary. But at that time, I was very fragile and could not understand them.
I thought they didn't care about me."
"They care about you." Tony said without hesitation. At least in his memory, the TARDIS couple valued nothing more than Jasmine.
Jasmine said in a daze: "So when I read the letters sent and heard the news of their deaths, I couldn't accept such a result. Although they were very fond of me, they never dared to accompany me before I had time to accompany them.
They left suddenly before saying goodbye to them properly, and I cannot accept such a result."
"Jasmine."
After being awakened by Tony, Jasmine leaned tiredly on the car seat and closed her eyes to rest. Tony stopped talking and went all the way to Arkham Asylum.
After numerous inspections, the two entered the asylum under the protection of many soldiers. The first person they saw was Harley Quinn. Or should I say, the psychologist Dr. Harley.
"Wow wow wow, look who's here." Harley looked at Tony and Jasmine playfully, sitting calmly on the bed, "Let me guess, what is the purpose of your coming here today?"
Harley quickly walked up to the two of them, but was stopped by the soldiers, so she had to return to the original place angrily, pouting: "Since you came here to tell me something, why did you let them block the way?"
"We have nothing to say to you." Jasmine nodded in the direction of Harry, "I came today just to know whether the conditions that Ms. Amanda promised you have been fulfilled. But now that I see you are so lively,
I think Ms. Amanda must have lived up to her words.”
Tony, who was standing next to Jasmine, sang along: "In that case, Miss Harley, we are leaving first. I wish you a happy life here."
"Happy life?" The sneer on the corner of Harley's mouth was particularly obvious, and the hand holding the cup couldn't help but tremble slightly. Tony noticed Harley's movements and knew that it was Harley who was about to lose control of the anger in her heart, so he quietly
Standing in front of Jasmine, away from Harry's sight.
Harley suddenly realized: "It turns out that our judges can get sick just like people. I always thought..."
A wall of the cell was blown open, and many soldiers with live ammunition came out of the door one after another, forming a team situation with Tony's men.
"Little Pudding! You came to save me!" Harley excitedly rushed to the clown, hugged his neck and refused to let go, and nibbled on his face several times, "I know you will eventually come to save me.
!”
The Joker, who was still standing aside but was completely ignored, pushed Harley further away with one hand and looked at Tony and Molly: "Good morning, gentlemen and ladies."
Jasmine felt that what the clown said was wrong, but she couldn't tell what was wrong. She reached out and tugged at Tony's clothes. Tony silently glanced at the night outside where there was no light, and wisely said nothing.
"Haney, this was also a member of the Suicide Squad. Is this joke funny?" Harley persisted and clung to the Joker's body, and the two were inseparable.
Tony subconsciously wanted to cover Jasmine's eyes, not wanting her to see the shocking scene in front of her, but suddenly thought that Jasmine couldn't see it now.
"What's wrong?" Jasmine, whose senses became particularly keen, tilted her head and looked at Tony, puzzled by his actions just now.
The background music was the clown's eerie laughter, and the entire lunatic asylum was gradually surrounded by a fanatical and militant atmosphere. The green-haired clown threw Harley away and looked at Jasmine: "You think what you are doing now is right.
?"
"What?" Faced with the clown's sudden question, Jasmine was a little confused, "Who are you talking to?"
"Of course with you." The clown licked his index finger and looked at Jasmine with strange fanaticism in his eyes, "You thought you could save Gotham, but look at it, whether it was before you came or after you left,
Gotham is still Gotham, what have you changed?"
Jasmine was silent. Harley watched the clown about to take Jasmine down a wrong path, folding her arms and watching the fun, while Tony, who was standing next to Jasmine, did not realize that this was a spiritual defense battle.
"The remaining hope in your heart has been cruelly wiped out by this world. Why don't you give up? Only after giving up will you truly see the reason why Gotham is called the City of Sin." The clown ignored Tony's yelling and still continued.
Looking at Jasmine who was lost in thought, "Sometimes giving up is the best choice. Please believe me, my dear Gotham judge."
The last four words, the clown said them extremely sincerely, as if he was communicating with Jasmine with a burning heart for her sake. (83 Chinese .83.)