Chapter 2316: Gotham Music Festival (18)_1

It turned out that anytime you bumped into Superman, you would be the one at a loss, even though it was Peter who had plunged Clark into the water, Peter was essentially like crashing head-on into a locomotive, screaming miserably and falling into the water to start blowing bubbles.

The stunned Clark, however, managed to scoop up the floundering Peter right in front of him.

But Natasha's revenge was not yet complete, the Agent wielding a water gun in each hand, drenched Clark in a fierce spray, forcing him to slap the water's surface and raise a curtain of water, taking the opportunity to move with Peter to the dressing room corridor.

Peter coughed violently a few times, spat out a mouthful of water, shook his head vigorously, and the two squatted behind a pillar in the dressing room corridor, contemplating how to break through the blockade of the water gun fight.

But worse was yet to come, as two figures came up the stairs, upon closer inspection, Peter realized it was Stark and Captain America, but not the Stark he knew well; this one seemed to be an evil version.

The two were engrossed in a heated debate about something, even if it couldn't be heard, Peter could roughly guess it was about issues such as the divide between good and evil, methods, and means.

So absorbed in their conversation, they didn't hear Bruce and Selina's warning to them, and as they appeared at the gap, they were immediately soaked like drowned rats.

Steve and Stark stood there dumbfounded, seemingly not quite understanding the concept of water, but once Stark came to his senses, he took a deep breath, and the symbiotic battle armor instantly activated.

But the next second, as Stark charged out, he was tackled around the waist and brought back by Steve, who shook his finger at Stark and said, "Only cowards use real guns in a water gun fight, don't make me lose respect for you."

After his anger cooled down in an instant, Stark made the same mistake that all Starks in the cosmos would, aiming his symbiotic battle armor hand at the nearby pool, sucking up the bullets while saying, "I'll show them what Hell's torrent is like."

Steve chuckled, picked up his shield, and with a swoosh, the gleaming Stars and Stripes Shield flew through the gap and crashed into the nearest squirt gun, bending the pipe below the spray wall, turning the nozzle towards them, and when the powerful jet of water shot over, the Spider-Man with Spider-sense instantly dodged it.

The Robins suffered, retreating back through the gap they had just captured, scattering in all directions, and Stark, standing at the center, got squarely hit and had to use his arms to block the water as he cursed Steve amid the sound of water guns firing.

Suddenly, he felt the water stop, and Scarlet Witch's roar came from the side, "If you're going to have a water fight, do it right, no smashing things!"

Having encountered defeat twice in succession, the Robins had to start discussing tactics internally, then they saw a Batman heading towards the bar, and another Batman coming up the stairs, now there were three Batmans at the bar.

"Oh, God," Nightwing exclaimed, "I never thought I'd see three Batmans in my lifetime! Three!"

"We have three Batmans," Tim said, "yet we can't even beat a bunch of Spider-kids!"

"Forget counting on Batman," Jason raised his voice and kept glancing over to the bar and said, "You can never rely on Batman in any situation involving guns, his marksmanship is terrible."

Red Hood and Red Robin exchanged glances, they of course knew that Batman didn't use guns, so they also didn't know how his gun skills were, after all, under normal circumstances, Batman really had no occasion to use any kind of gun other than a real one.

Red Robin looked down at the water gun in his hand, cool-looking like an alien weapon, yellow and purple color scheme, dark green magazine, complete with a bunch of decorative elements resembling energy conduits.

If one day Batman picked up a gun with such a style, it would be hard to say whether what was shot out was water or Omega rays.

Imagining that scenario, Red Robin shivered and said, "Let's not. That's just too terrifying."

Selina, on the other hand, was a bit curious, she had never seen Bruce with a gun either, she leaned on the bar, resting her temple on her hand, and asked, "You're really that bad with guns? It's hard to imagine that you're a Gothamite."

"Not that bad," Bruce replied honestly, "I can, with stealth skills, get within ten steps and be spot on with a shotgun a hundred times out of a hundred."

"Then that's pretty bad. Have you ever shot live ammunition?"

"Of course."

"At a shooting range?"

"Something like that."

Selina let out an unladylike snort of derision, wrapped her arm around Bruce's neck, gave him a firm kiss on the face, and said, "Darling, never admit you've been to a firing range, otherwise every Gothamite will look down on you, my penthouse superstar."

"Have you been drinking?" Bruce muttered, "There's nothing to be proud of in shooting people on the streets."

"But shooting targets and shooting people give completely different feedback," Selina poured the last of her drink down her throat, still embracing Bruce, and said, "I don't have my own gun; guns and bullets are expensive, but I've stolen someone else's gun and even shot two unlucky bastards who were after me. It's really exhilarating, the moment you pull the trigger, you feel like your brain's going to explode with dopamine."

"And who's the sociopath now?"

"Not because of the blood and screams, just because it's so much more convenient than a cold weapon. If you switch from using daggers and whips to guns, you'll feel like you could shoot God himself."

"Then why don't you always use it?"

"I'm a thief, not a robber," Selina muttered before saying, "Compared to guns, silencer technology is too outdated, the noise hurts my ears, and I hate noisy things."

"Then it seems I should shut up quickly."

Selina chuckled and leaned back into Bruce's arms as Bruce wrapped his arm around her, gently kissed her on the forehead, and Selina leaned against him, turning her head upwards to gaze into Bruce's eyes.

Suddenly, she sat up as if she had thought of something and said, "What about Aisha? She's been quiet for about 10 minutes now, hasn't she?"

Bruce also stiffened and immediately jumped off the bar stool; they both headed towards the water park, and as they did, Selina couldn't help but hold her forehead and say, "Is this the terrifying part of married life? Although we're not married yet, if every romantic moment is interrupted by a missing child, I simply can't imagine how boring we'll become in ten years."

"When you have kids, most of the interesting parts of life come from them."

They had intended to take the door, but going through the gap that had been broken open earlier was indeed faster, so they decided to take a gamble and cross over from there before both sides resumed battle.

Clearly, they lost the bet, because Stark, oblivious to life and death, had charged over and began to indiscriminately attack everyone with his palm water guns, triggering widespread anger.

Thus, the water gun fight transformed from multiplayer combat between two sides into a boss battle, with everyone from Spider-Man to Robin starting to chase Stark around the field; even Natasha and Steve joined in because Stark didn't spare them either.

Bruce and Selina each got hit by a water cannon, but because they were worried about Aisha, they didn't have the time to deal with Stark and instead went under a slide where they then saw Wanda playing with Aisha in a pool.

Aisha sat in the water while Wanda sat opposite her, the two engaging in the simplest hand-clapping game, with Wanda singing an unknown nursery rhyme, clapping hands rhythmically while Aisha was very quiet, even though there were at least three children's slides right by her mouth.

"Did we get the education method wrong from the beginning?" asked Selina, a bit puzzled. "Should we have been gentler? Or should we just hire a preschool teacher?"

After watching for a while, Bruce said, "It's also possible that some people just naturally get along better with kids."

As they stood there watching Aisha play with Wanda for quite some time, Wanda realized Aisha's parents had come over. Like a true preschool teacher, she patted Aisha's head and gave her back to Bruce and Selina.

Just like a real set of parents, Bruce and Selina exchanged pleasantries with Wanda about Aisha and then turned and left holding Aisha.

"I almost couldn't keep a straight face when Wanda said Aisha was cute and sensible," Bruce said. "You're going to need to practice because Aisha will soon be attending parent-teacher conferences."

Selina still felt something was strange; she picked up Aisha and wiped the water from her face, then turned to Bruce and said, "Maybe a person who's truly studied child education is different after all. I've never seen Aisha be quiet for so long."

"Of course I can't!" Aisha suddenly said.

They both were taken aback, then remembered Aisha could talk now; although not very fluently, she could speak in full sentences.

"Then why were you sitting there for so long?" Bruce asked.

Who knew Aisha would roll her eyes and say, "Because I can't beat her."

Bruce and Selina were speechless, realizing they should have found someone who could pin Aisha down from the start; up until now, even the two of them combined couldn't handle a squirmy Aisha.

They took Aisha back to the bar, ordered her a juice, and at this point, the water gun war in the water park had reached a heated stage, with White Can somehow persuading the Spider-Men, and now they were on the same side.

And naturally, Steve and Natasha joined the ranks of the Robins, Wanda had been called away by someone, and Clark began acting as the referee for this new war.

Just then, Natasha's phone left on the bar rang. It seemed the agent heard something through her earpiece; she hurried back, not even pausing to dry off, and quickly answered the call.

"Hello, what's up? Okay, I'm on my way now."

Bruce wanted to ask what was wrong, but Natasha didn't glance at him and ran downstairs as fast as she could, opening the door to Shiller's bedroom.

Shiller was currently bent over the edge of the bed, vomiting.

Natasha was stunned; she quickly went over to help Shiller up, but perhaps because Shiller's digestive organs were Gray Mist, he actually did not throw up anything.

Natasha asked in disbelief, "What's going on?"

And Shiller, in utmost despair, answered, "…I might be seasick."