Hope certainly didn't get the juice he wanted, and Copote didn't get Theo Galevin to curse him to hell.

Mr. Mayoral Candidate left the prison after leaving behind a large number of fierce-eyed professional doglegs. His men would keep an eye on the group to see how they would get out of here.

The penguin man took Hopbao in his arms and glared fiercely at the group.

"I think you should put Hope down, Mr. Copote. Or I'll kick your ass. Peter clasped his hands to his chest and looked at Colbert with a serious frown: "Hope is just a child, even if you hold him up like this, he will not be able to help you defeat Galven." Peter felt that there was really no limit to this guy Copote, and he really put a little kid in front of the villain.

"Can Hope kick ass too?" Hope's eyes lit up, and he had just heard Colbert and the strangers outside arguing when he heard them talk about kicking each other's butts and ...... There was another word that Hope didn't understand, but he thought it might be a fun little game.

"No way!" Peter and Copote spoke in unison.

Peter secretly swore that next time there was such an uncivilized scene, he would definitely cover the child's ears first. And Copote was afraid that Hope would kick him straight into hell, or worse, straight into Gellervin's feet.

"Why not?" Hope looked up at Copote: "Can't Hope play games?" ”

"Of course you can play games, Hope." Peter held Hope's face and made the child turn his head to look at him, trying to educate the child with a sincere look, so that the penguin man would not pollute the child's ears again if he said something that he shouldn't say: "But don't play with this guy, he's ...... He...... Anyway, you can't play with him, you know? If you want to play games, you can call me and I'll play with you. Peter didn't want to say 'badass' or 'criminal' to Hope, but he didn't want Hope to continue to be in contact with the penguins.

“…… Oh. Hope didn't refute: "Then Hope wants to drink the juice squeezed by Afu, he's so thirsty." ”

If you are in kindergarten now, the teacher has already started to give out milk to everyone. Hope's small bag also contains the snacks and juice that Ah Fu has prepared, but these things are now left at the Riddler's house.

"There's no juice here, my dear," Nygma felt like she couldn't get out of the day, and Gellerven would probably weave some more accusations against them in order to gain a good reputation. If he can't escape, he will die, so he doesn't bother to continue pretending to be a kind adult: "Unless you find a way to let us out, you won't be able to drink juice in your life." Do you hear that, stinky little imp! ”

Hope couldn't believe he heard the words 'I won't be able to drink juice for the rest of my life'. How terrible is the world of not being able to drink juice!

"Shall we go out then?" The kid licked his lips, he was really a little thirsty now, so he turned his gaze to the only adult he was familiar with: "Mr. Penguin, shall we go out?" ”

“…… Who told you to call me a penguin, stinky little ......" Copote suddenly felt a little pain in his ass as he uttered the last word, and the corners of his mouth twisted a little, and then a gentle smirk appeared: "Oh dear, of course you can call me a penguin, who made you the cutest little baby in the world." ”

Peter was disgusted by the slimy little baby's name.

"Don't beat Hope," said Peter, "I'll protect him." ”

"What a touching friendship," Nygma sat on the ground, "naïve imps, now that we're trapped here, do you understand what it means to be trapped here?" If we don't find a way out, the GCPD will see our bodies in Gotham Bay tomorrow! Perhaps you can continue to discuss in hell whether you can drink juice or not. ”

Peter hurriedly blocked Hope, only to be sprayed in the face by the Riddler's angry saliva.

Hope looked at Peter standing in front of him with great curiosity, and thought to himself that it was not impossible to drink juice in hell. He could take Peter to Lucifer to play, and Lucien would be sure to drink the sweet juice to them.

Peter didn't notice Hope's expectant look, he just looked at the Penguin and the Riddler defensively, lest the two villains teach Hope or threaten Hope to use his powers.

The child obviously didn't understand anything, but Peter knew that magic involving time and space was extremely dangerous, and even Doctor Strange's mirror space could collapse. Space magic is a skill that only powerful mages can master, but how old is Hope now? Wouldn't he hurt himself if he used such power casually?

Peter was such a strange child, Hope thought, much stranger than he had seen in kindergarten, and his soul looked shining!

Hope stretched out his little hand and took Peter's little hand: "Then Hope will also protect Peter!" We're good friends! "It's so easy to make friends with the cubs, and Hope likes Peter so much that he decides to reach out to the little hand of friendship.

Peter turned his head and rubbed the child's blonde hair helplessly: "Yes, we are good friends. Spider-Man felt that this kid was really a little bit easy to deceive, and even now he didn't seem to notice the Penguin's malice.

This is the first time that Baby Hope has a good friend of the same age. His friend Peter seems to be very good, he can pinch the lid of a trash can into a ball with his bare hands, and he can also flip super handsome heels in the air, and Hope wants to learn too! He loved this new friend.

So how do you show kindness to a good friend?

Hope thought about it, and he remembered that his father gave him a lot of shiny stones, and his father said that those things were Hope's toys. Dad's evil dragon Leviathan loves those shiny pebbles, and Hope often plays with Leviathan, and they look good in the sun.

Hope took Peter with one hand and reached into the bag of treasure that his father had given him.

Then he put his clenched little fist in front of Peter: "Peter, for you!" ”

Peter touched Hope's small fist in confusion.

Hope took Peter's hand, put his small fist in Peter's palm, and opened his palm.

Peter felt something hard fall into his palm.

The onlookers gasped when they saw what was in Peter's palm.

What a big diamond!

Although he was already quite rich as the king of Gotham, he had been in that position for too short a time, and he had never seen such a large diamond! This little ghost actually gave it to his friends casually!

He wants it too! Super Want!

But Copote didn't dare to grab hard, he had a hunch that something bad would happen to a hard fight. For example, a snake suddenly sprang out and bit his butt again.

"Dear Hope, I'm also a good friend of yours, right?"

Colbert swallowed his saliva and looked at Peter with jealousy, what kind of shit luck did this strange stray child take, and he actually got Hope's love!

"You see, I knew you before this little ghost, and our friendship is deeper, isn't it? We used to enjoy Gotham at night in a storm, and you even called the police for me to save my life, which is what a true good friend does! "So should I also have some symbols of friendship?" "Like a bigger diamond!

Peter recovers from the shock of being given a diamond by a cub: "Hope, I can't ask for this, it's ......"

But the penguin man quickly interrupted Peter: "You see, I won't dislike the gift you gave me, Uncle Penguin is little Hope's best friend!" Little Peter doesn't cherish Hope's friendship at all! ”

He put a hand in front of Hope's eyes, thought about it, felt that it was not enough, and added another hand.

The penguin man looked at Hope expectantly, Hope looked at the penguin man with a puzzled look, and Peter glared at Copot with an angry look.

Little Hope thought about it carefully for a long time, he didn't quite understand what the penguin man meant, were he and Mr. Penguin good friends? But Mr. Penguin didn't say he wanted to be friends with Hope.

So what does this gesture mean?

Hope carefully reminisces about his own limited experience of the human world. Where had he seen this gesture? This is how Daddy Bruce asked for cookies when he asked for cookies, with a pleading look in his eyes and outstretched palms, and his mouth was 'please~'.

Penguin: please~

Hope understood.

Mr. Penguin must be hungry!

The child stood in place and struggled for a long time, and finally showed a very painful look. He rummaged through his pockets with a reluctant face, trying to pick out the one he didn't like the least of the various flavors of candy that Afosse had given him. But it's so hard, because he loves every piece so much!

Hope struggled with lemon and lychee for half a minute—and the penguin man looked at Hope's movements with more anticipation.

In the end, Hope pouted and chose the lychee flavor.

He clenched the jelly beans tightly, and also put his hand on the top of the penguin's palm, his eyes full of reluctance: "I can only give you one, Mr. Penguin." This is Hope's favorite! ”

Peter is ready to snatch back the gem that Hope threw out, and decides to seriously discuss the issue with Hope's guardian when he meets them. It's okay to give pocket money to children, but isn't it too much to give diamonds directly?

Nigma wonders if she should follow the penguin and become Hope's plastic friend.

Everyone's fiery eyes were fixed on Hope's clenched little fist.

The palm of the hand was released, and a small, shiny, translucent ball landed lightly in Copote's palm.

"Thank you, my dear friend! Little Hope, you're the best friend in the world! I love you! Copote's eyes were full of emotion, and he looked down at his palm, and while blowing rainbow farts in his mouth to try to coax another diamond out of the child's hand, he pinched the gift of Doraa Hoppe: "Oh, I love this gift so much! Look at this translucent color and elegantly rounded arc - "degree."

Copote: ???

The Riddler rolled his eyes and pressed the penguin's hand and shoved the candy ball directly into his mouth.