The thing was tricked back from the trickster, and Harley didn't bother to watch his tsundere show, this little man looked like a bald old man in his fifties, and the rest of his hair was still propped up to the sides like the wings of an airplane, so it could be said that there was no cuteness.She took the sketchpad and handed it to the executioner's daughter beside her, then nodded to little Superman: "Come on, Clark, you are also Superman, you are very familiar with that story, you can tell it, she will draw it." ”"Okay, wrap it up on me."
Little Superman patted his chest, the S letter didn't shake at all, the muscles were so strong, he walked around the large tray of multi-layered cakes, and came to the woman in the black dress: "But my education level is not high, there may be a situation where the words are not up to the mark, madam, you bear with me." ”"Heck, I'm really not a painter, hehe, but don't worry, I'll paint well."
The young girl's eyebrows fluttered at this time, and even through the translucent black veil, the joy on her face could be seen, and she was trying to draw the ability to draw the board: "Then let's get started, please advise, Superman." ”Hearing people call himself that, the Supreme Superman suddenly turned red, he actually likes others to call him that, but everyone usually calls him Little Superman in order to distinguish it.But where are you small?
Whether it's pectoral muscles or biceps, are they bigger than another Clark on Earth 0?
In this way, Superman recalls the Superman Origin comics he saw back then, and retells the composition and storyboard, as well as the lines and stories.He may not have a high-level education, but he is also a superman, and his memory is needless to say, and it is guaranteed to be exactly the same as the original story.The executioner's beautiful daughter is good at oil painting, but now that she has a five-dimensional drawing board and just draws simple comics, it couldn't be easier.However, it still takes a little time, after all, no matter how magical the sketchpad is, it is only a tool, and it cannot replace the role of people."
Hallie, what do you think?"
The boy leaned closer to the pungent perfume smell acquaintance and whispered, he knew that this woman understood what she meant, and everyone in Gotham knew that Harley was indeed crazy, but she was never stupid."
Me?
Hee-hee, you shouldn't ask me, you know, I've never had much interest in art unless it's super valuable. ”Hallie continued to pick up her cake saucer and cut the strawberries with a small fork: "If you want me to evaluate this person's paintings, then you are looking for the wrong person, you should go to Catwoman, she is the art thief." ”Jelly Bean may have understood what the boy meant, but instead of picking it up, she talked about irrelevant things and began to pretend to be confused."
I didn't ask you about the value of the painting, but I wanted to know if Superman was really stuck in the past, as we suspected?
And this plan of ours, will it be used by the enemy?
”The cloak covered the boy's small body, but the dark shadow he cast was very tall and strong."
Peace of mind, dear bird, if there is a problem with our plan, the contact of the death knell will jump out, you see, by now, the canvas has begun to color, and the adjutant has not jumped out, it means that there is no problem, we just have to wait."
As she spoke, Harley saw that the boy didn't eat the cake either, so in order to avoid wasting food, she took the cake he had previously distributed on his plate to the raven to eat: "Calm down, think about it, how did Knell do in the past when he had to wait?"
”Smoking and drinking."
Damian immediately had an answer, every time he had to wait for someone, or wait for things to progress, Death Knell was really not in a hurry at all, he should have learned: "I understand, do you have a cigarette?"
”"You're still a kid, are you sure?"
Harley didn't have any cigarettes on her, but someone else did, she stretched out her hand and rubbed her fingers, and the negative man not far away threw the cigarette and the lighter over.In the past, they were pilots of the US Air Force, and they still flew high-altitude strategic bombers, and the mental pressure they needed to face was there, and smoking was naturally a habit.Even though he is now a ball of negative energy wrapped in bandages, and even his body is gone, he still has to smoke.Don't look at him messing around with the other team members, but he has actually been eavesdropping on the progress of things, and in this Doomsday Patrol, he is the most reliable in doing things.The rice replaced the answer with action, he skillfully took one out of the cigarette case, lit the fire in a dashing manner, and then inhaled it decently, even if he wanted to cough, he was choked back by willpower, but his voice changed a little: "I do feel better this way, like I have something to rely on." ”"It's purely a brain response from chemicals."
Hallie pinched the boy's face and stuck out her tongue with a smile: "But happiness is the most important thing, if we hang up next, don't you have another regret?"
Hahahaha" "Don't do it, you really think of yourself as my aunt?"
”Damian, who had become accustomed to the cigarette, slapped Harry's hand away, his eyes now looking through the wisps of green smoke as the pattern on the canvas gradually became complete."
I prefer you to call me a sister or a crazy woman."
Hallie knocked the boy on the head, then rubbed him again, "I'm still young, at least compared to Gin and Little Dai, I'm much younger." ”"Huh."
Damian let out a father-like laugh, a sound Batman would never make.At this moment, the boy seemed to be more like the man, and instead of patting Harley's hand away, he seemed to acquiesce to something.The argument between Luthor and the Chief continues, and the doomsday patrol's noisy laughter continues, but none of this seems to have anything to do with the painter, and every time she puts down a brush, the soft brush creates a brilliant light and shadow, like a real photograph.And the Supreme Superman, who doesn't seem to have any artistic taste, admires such a painter, and even the tone of his description of the scene story has some respect.As for the five-dimensional man and the raven, although they were also eating cake and waiting, they were also paying attention to the process of painting, but the dwarf was obviously more excited, because he had already determined that this method was feasible.At least the sketchpads weren't lent out in vain.It was also the powerful effect of this prop that greatly shortened the time to draw, and about five minutes later, the executioner's beautiful daughter drew a comic book, which is the origin story of Superman."
Amazing, the hand-drawn book is actually drawn like a photo album, it's too real."
The trickster was the first to read it, and his eyes fell out of his sockets in surprise like those of a cartoon character, and he became the boss."
Thanks for the compliment, I'm really not a painter, hehe!"
The black-robed woman gently covered her mouth with her hand, and smiled as if she was shy: "Come on, please come close to me, and let's go back to the time when that story should have happened." ”