After saying that, Luke stood up and ran towards the rooftop on the side of the building. He jumped up from the edge of the rooftop and gave the command: "Activate Angel Wings."
With a click, two sharp and simple silver-white wing suits popped out from the back armor.
Amidst many surprised gazes, a white figure with wings on its back flew across the sky above the square outside the court and disappeared into the buildings several hundred meters away.
"What's this?"
"Angel!"
"That was an angel! He saved us, punished the devil Duhovich, and then left."
"Praise our Lord for giving us the power to defeat the devil..."
Inside the rooftop door, the policemen who were lying on the door frame and watching Luke’s entire departure from close range were all silent.
After a while, a policeman asked cautiously, "Boss, do you think this guy is interested in you?"
Bang!
His head was kicked directly into the wall by the team leader.
Of course he was wearing a bulletproof helmet, so that was fine.
The others all burst into laughter: What an idiot! Doesn’t he know that the captain hates it most when people use her gender as an excuse
Luke was in a very good mood.
Compared to Batman's cape, this pair of wings made of special material is more suitable for flying, but unfortunately it also requires more power.
A hang glider can fly for a while without power, but if this pair of angel wings has no power, they will fall off in minutes.
However, even if it now needs to be charged for an hour and fly for five minutes, it is enough for use.
Luke had no intention of using it to travel, it was just an effective supplement to his combat methods.
The real armor flying technology has not yet emerged in the mind of a certain young master, so he has to wait a little longer.
In less than a minute, he flew several kilometers in the air and successfully disappeared into the city's buildings.
Ten minutes later, he got in a taxi: "Go to the station."
Before nightfall, Luke appeared on the streets of Paris.
After thinking about it, he dialed a number: "Elena, it's me."
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment, and then he shouted happily: "Luke, why did you think of calling me?"
Luke smiled: "I can call you once in a while. Um, can I have a cup of coffee with you?"
"What?" Elena on the other end of the phone was even more surprised: "Wait, you are in Paris?!"
Luke: "I came here temporarily. I'm on a flight tomorrow night."
Elena: "Where are you? I'm coming to find you."
Luke: "Downstairs from your house."
Elena: “Wait.”
A moment later, hurried footsteps were heard, and then the security door was pushed open with a bang and slammed heavily against the wall.
Just as Luke smiled, a plump body fell into his arms: "You are really here! God! I am not dreaming."
He hugged the soft body and walked towards the door: "Let's go. Remember you told me that Paris is not safe at night."
Elena originally felt like crying, but after hearing this she couldn't help but giggle: "Do you still remember?"
Luke smiled, closed the door, and carried her on his back: "Remember. A kind-hearted girl picked me up from the street. How could I forget it?"
Elena held him tightly with both hands: "Damn, have you had many girlfriends? Why do you say such sweet words? "
Luke quickly denied it: "No, I just met a very interesting old man, he's a man."
Elena: "What kind of person is he?"
Luke: "Although he is ugly, his wife is a beauty. It took him less than a week to get to know her and make her his wife. Now they love each other very much."
Elena: "Wow, no wonder you are so sweet, did you learn it from him?"
Luke: "I haven't had my coffee yet, are you sure it's sweet?"
Elena: "Then let me confirm first..."
…
Tonight, Paris is shrouded in light rain.
Seeing Luke coming back with the freshly brewed coffee, Elena sighed with satisfaction: "Remember, it was raining outside when we had coffee last time."
Luke moved the small table to the side of their heads and slowly added sugar and milk, chuckling, "Yeah, the small apartment next door is still the same as when I left. Even the coffee I bought is still there. You're not using it as a storage room, are you?"
Elena said nothing.
She certainly wouldn't say that she hadn't rented out the small apartment next door since Luke left, but had left it largely intact.
In addition to regular cleaning, she also likes to rest there when she has nothing to do and drink a small pot of coffee.
It would not be wrong to call it a storage room. It was where she stored her beautiful memories, including the coffee he bought.
She lay lazily in Luke's arms, and they chatted about their respective things in the past few days.
Of course, it was mainly because Elena said that there were a lot of things to talk about with Luke, but his daily work life was not suitable for discussion at this time.
After a while, the topic shifted to the Los Angeles earthquake, and then naturally turned to Batman.
Luke doesn't shy away from Batman.
For a being like Batman, it would be strange for anyone to deliberately avoid the topic.
But Elena suddenly said, "Actually, Batman is a bit like you."
Luke was stunned. He took his hand from in front of her and pointed at his nose: "Like... me?"
Elena smiled and pulled his hand down, putting it back in place: "I don't know what happened, but after seeing those videos and photos of Batman, I suddenly had this feeling."
Luke was speechless for a moment: "Is this an artist's intuition?"
Elena chuckled. "Maybe. I always overlap you two when I draw. Do you want to see it?"
Luke nodded, stood up slightly, stretched out his hand and took a stack of sketches from the corner of the wall not far away.
Looking at the situation above, he smiled: "You are Batman! How can you be like me?"
Elena nodded as a matter of course: "I was talking based on Batman's video and photos. Of course he looks like him. Look at the first and second to last photos."
Luke flipped to the two pictures at the bottom and something moved him.
The first one is the earliest painting of a black angel on a rainy night based on him.
He had seen it a long time ago.
The second picture should be the earliest Batman drawn by Elena after reading the Batman news.
The two characters are different, but their movements, postures, composition, and light and shadow are exactly the same.
To use an inappropriate description, it seems like two different people were photoshopped onto the same background.
Holding the two sketches in his hands, Luke pondered.
Elena leaned on him: "Are you unhappy?"
Luke sighed, "How can I be happy when another powerful opponent appears to steal your attention?"
Elena burst into laughter and punched him in the chest with her little fist: "Damn it, if I have a chance I must meet that love guru you mentioned. What kind of magic did this guy cast on you?"