[Zhongyingmei] The style of the game is wrong

The sleeping Gotham slowly woke up, stretched its waist and tore off the velvet night.

Slightly shining through the clouds, casting the first ray of sunshine on the Wayne Hotel standing in the upper part of Gotham, adding another bright color to its long-standing reputation that is enough to dazzle the eyes.

Gotham babe Bruce Wayne, who can be late even for a dinner party, stepped into the morning light and stumbled down the softly carpeted hallway, so drunk that he couldn't even stand on his feet.

Those cobalt blue eyes, which seemed to have been kissed by an angel, were covered with mist, and the eyes soaked in the smell of alcohol were confused but even more intoxicating, and the inadvertent pair of eyes was drowning and dragged away.

The blond female companion held his arm tightly, and the moment he was watched, the slight dissatisfaction from the corners of her exquisite lips disappeared in an instant.

He is so charming.

"Bruce?" She approached intimately, staring obsessively at Bruce Wayne's handsome profile.

"You were late at night, and now you are leaving?"

She complained coquettishly, and the provocative ending floated in the air, trying to grab the hem of the person who was about to leave, "Can't you stay with me for a while?"

"I have plenty of time today."

Carefully painted fingertips nod suggestively across Bruce's open shirt.

Spinning a circle again, he drew his hand in a still unsatisfied way.

Bruce Wayne, the two labels of billionaire and playboy are enough to make Gotham talk about it.

Not to mention he also has a screaming face.He just needs to stand there, even if he does nothing, it is enough to attract everyone's attention.

He was born to be the darling of the spotlight.

So it's not surprising that Gotham's rich guy feeds most of the press.

"Vera—" The voice soaked in the wine was intoxicating, as if a lover was whispering.

Bruce, who had missed almost the entire dinner party because of the cat-eared little secret, blinked dully at his pretty companion, Vera.

Oh my God, come on.Vera's breath was stagnant, and she couldn't help admiring in her heart, she almost couldn't control herself.

"Baby, you know, I'm really drunk~"

His voice was soft and sweet, mixed with a little drunkenness and sprayed in the ears of the beautiful tall blond female companion, making even the veteran in love blush with scorching heat.

He raised his hand and swiped it in the air, as if trying to grab something.

"Maybe you can let me lie alone for a while." Bruce staggered, syllables biting sticky.

Vera met those affectionate eyes again.

"Well, Bruce," Willa paused for a while, complaining slightly, "after all, who can refuse you?"

He was disheveled, the first button of his shirt was torn off, and his charming and elegant chest was exposed from the wide open neckline, which caught people's eyes.

Bruce held on to the door of the guest room at the end of the corridor, groped unhappily, took out the car key from the pocket of the messy suit, put it on his lips, and stuffed it into the hand of his female companion, "Goodbye, sweetheart~"

With the key hooked in her hand, Vera watched the door slowly close in front of her eyes. She sighed in disappointment with her chest in her arms, turned around and stepped on her high heels to leave.

Wayne Hotel, in the exclusive guest room of the big boss Baby Bruce.

The moment the door closed, his drunken expression suddenly disappeared, replaced by a clear and sharp one that was so sharp that it hurt people's eyes.

Few people know that under the sweet icing of Brucey Baby, there is a cold and sharp Gotham Dark Knight.

"Dorothy Wayne."

A string of names jumped out from his slightly parted lips, smashing into the air like drops of water.

On the night he sent the Joker back to Arkham Asylum, Alfred delivered a message that surprised Batman.

The hotel manager under Wayne found out and reported overnight that a young guest named Dorothy Wayne had stayed at the Wayne Hotel in the uptown area.

Surnames might collide, but the guardian who opened the account was clearly named Bruce Wayne.

The probability of such a coincidence is very small.

What's worse, he tracked down and found that the funds in the account actually came from a foundation established by Wayne, a foundation of his own that he wouldn't even know about if he didn't look through the information.

He clutched the document, his good-looking brows were almost knit together.

Batman was in a quagmire and was devastated.

The world that had been peaceful for many years suddenly became turbulent. When he went to investigate the watchtower of the Justice League, his youngest son disappeared unexpectedly, as if the world had evaporated.And Arkham's sudden riot stopped him again.

Everything involved too much energy on him.

The disappearance of Damian engraved the thickest haze on his heart. He tried his best to restrain himself and stopped himself on the verge of collapse. While catching escaped criminals, he searched for all clues.

Not a single trace was left, and even the monitoring was completely wiped out.

He stayed in the Batcave and rummaged over and over again.

And the clown can always accurately hit the most painful place in people's hearts. I have to say that he was very provocative at the time.

Gotham's criminals still on the run may sense Batman's inadequacy.

Batman is supposed to be invincible, but his human heart still beats.

It wasn't until Damian returned without incident that the experienced Gotham Knights breathed a sigh of relief and pulled away to perform their duties with all their strength.

"The other world?"

"What's the connection between them?"

Bruce flexed his fingers and tapped the edge of the table lightly, and the silent table responded with a dull sound.

He vaguely guessed this from the beginning, until he got confirmation from Damian's complicated description.

After a few years, I captured the momentary violent space fluctuation in the other world again.It disappeared very quickly, but it had to make people look dignified, which meant that the speed of erosion of the watch world was intensifying.

There are multiple parallel universes in the world, and their intersection forms the chaotic and balanced core of the inner world.

The inner world is unique, and all parallel universes are its outer worlds.

He never tried to figure out every phenomenon with the worst plan.In fact, that's exactly why he's here.

He suspects that all of this is somehow connected.

There are not always coincidences in the world, but Batman always has planB.

The heavy ornate curtains blocked the daylight beating Gotham, and Bruce Wayne stood in the dark without turning on the lights.

He inevitably thought of Jason.

He had captured that kind of energy fluctuation in Jason who had just been resurrected from the dead. That was when the red hood first appeared and Jason was at his most chaotic.

Bruce Wayne hid it and took it all on his own.

And Jason took all the temptations and concealments as mistrust, and Batman didn't fail to see this.

He had no choice but to squeeze himself with all his strength and speed up the pace of investigation.

Dick may have noticed something at the time, he had secretly gone to Jason after returning to Gotham.Dick is always attentive.

Bruce opened the curtains, and the sunlight that pierced through the thick clouds poured in.

"Today is really a rare good weather."

The gloomy Gotham lacks sunshine, and every ray of sunshine that breaks through the clouds is precious.

He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, the broken light fell on his face, and a gentle filter was applied, revealing the soft outline of Brucey's baby.

In the next second, he turned into a Batman with hard lines.

The communicator suddenly made a sound.

"coming."

Little Dorothy was very happy after successfully completing the task.

Especially when watching a large amount of game currency coming in, Xiaocuti smiled and squinted her eyes.The background music of gold coins crackling echoed in my ears.

Don't get me wrong, this is not a thoughtful game BGM, but the background music played by Dorothy playing with her mobile phone and plugging in her headphones.

After leaving the Gotham Police Department, she used the game map to search for several hidden corners, hiding cloaks and various objects that were not easy to carry like a squirrel stockpiling pine cones.

Then, carrying the small backpack, bouncing to the Wayne Hotel.

"Good morning, Gotham." Dorothy bit her crisp syllables, raised her head and waved to the sunny Gotham sky.

The hair color has completely returned to its original color, and the black curly hair with a small arc at the end is dangling behind him again.Dorothy cheerfully put on the glittering headband sprinkled with gold powder.

Not too neatly tied into a loose knot.

Relying on the ability of invisibility, little Dorothy went to the guest room of the Wayne Hotel to step on the spot in advance with her short legs.

The room is super large, and there is a balcony where you can grow radishes. There are many restaurants around, which meet all the needs of the little cutie.

After she judged that the environment was safe, she returned as she had come, and walked in with a large bag of popcorn in her arms, and walked through the hotel corridor while grabbing a stuffed popcorn and chewing it crunchy.

As a result, he bumped into someone again at the corner.

Dorothy with a confused face: Why do I keep bumping around corners while nibbling on snacks!

The yellow popcorn was plump and exuded a sweet and creamy smell. The moment Dorothy knocked it down, she lost her grip, and they bounced and fell apart.

"Are you all right, little girl?"

A strong hand supported Dorothy who was about to fall to the ground, and even rubbed her little head.

The voice line sounds quite gentle.

Dorothy stopped, covered her head, and looked up angrily, her braids exuded vigor.

Dorothy has seen him off screen as Bruce Wayne, a, uh, super famous Gotham man.

And the thief is rich.

The game beep that interrupted Dorothy's thoughts.

[Unlock hidden mission: Mystery of life experience]

A strand of hair was hidden in the palm of Bruce Wayne's hand.Before he could think of a way to get away, the next moment he heard the little girl in front of him approaching.

The witty Dorothy made a decisive decision: "Dad!"

The essence of modern warfare is information warfare, which emphasizes high-speed, effective, and precise strikes against the enemy.

And Red Hood Jason Todd couldn't agree more.

He jumped back as soon as he dropped the demon cub back at Wayne Manor, leaving the growl of Damian's jumping feet echoing in the Batcave.

"Damn Todd, come back!"

Red Hood turned around and said, "Dickie Bird, keep an eye on your little boy."

Then he drove all the way to the nearest safe house.

He took out the hair that he had secretly pulled out when he was carrying the devil boy, held it in his hands and thought for a moment, but then changed his mind temporarily.So he went alone to an extremely hidden safe house that had never been detected - not even Batman knew.

Bruce's living cells were removed.

He took off the hood casually and put it on the table, Jason Todd stared at the screen intently.

The match was successful.