[Zhongyingmei] The style of the game is wrong

The coffee splashed towards Damian, and Damian, who was stunned, didn't completely dodge, and a little bit of it splashed on him.

The restaurant swept away the deserted atmosphere a few days ago, and it was so lively that the roof almost fell off.

Little Dorothy leaned against Bruce's lap, her little hand wrapped in his warm palm.She sucked the lollipop bought by her father, looked at her four brothers curiously, and then turned her head to look at Bruce beside her, her little voice was full of doubts: "Dad?"

Bruce sighed inwardly, trying to touch his forehead with a headache.

But Baby Bruce remained calm, and even winked playfully: "Boys in this age group are more lively."

"They probably wanted to surprise you."

Before Damian violently jumped up and hacked people, and ruined the unexpected meeting, the good brother Dick quickly stretched out his arms to wrap Damian in his arms, stuffed a cookie, and covered him Q.

Full marks for action, full marks for timing, and full marks for proficiency.

He laughed a few times and whispered: "Little D, calm down! Bruce is here."

The sound was faint, but Dorothy, who had excellent senses, still heard it.She tilted her head in doubt, biting the lollipop and crunching it.

Jason could barely contain his schadenfreude, and couldn't hold back his laughter—Damian swore Todd was taunting him.Then he pretended to cover his mouth and let out a dry cough, pretending to complain:

"Little Hong, you're too careless." Jason turned sideways and gave Tim a look, "But what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Well done, Red.

You devil bastard, you still have today, and you haven't settled the matter of rubbing me all over your body yet.

Tim understood in seconds, the pale and slender boy covered his stomach with a gesture, then lowered his voice a little and said weakly: "Sorry, Damian, I stayed up late these days, my stomach is not feeling well, I accidentally vomited on you .”

Objectively speaking, Tim's acting skills are much more superb than the half-baked Jason.

Jason hypocritically: "Yeah, little D, you've been away from home for so many days, we're so worried."

Take advantage of the situation to push the pot, the plan goes through.

Dick tightened his arms and hugged Damian who was kicking wildly, thanking Ah Fu for the bandage, and thankfully little D had some scruples, otherwise he wouldn't be able to hold it down.

Still, Bruce's question hadn't been answered.

Jason and Tim looked at each other indiscriminately, and accurately received the signal from the other party.

Jason stepped forward and cleared his throat: "Ah, there's no little secret, it's actually Damian..."

When Damian heard his name, he raised his head suddenly, and a bad feeling came over him.

The two rubbed against Damian, standing on one left and one on the right, placing Damian who was pressed into a ball in the middle.Jason patted his little brother on the shoulder affectionately.

Three against one, sorry.

Jason leaned forward slightly, blocking Dorothy's view, gestured with his hands behind his back, and silently threatened: "Shut up."

Damian swallowed the stuffed cookie and gritted his teeth angrily.

Tim continued, still weak: "He wants to sleep with you tonight, but you know, he's too embarrassed to say so."

"I missed it just now and asked us to keep it a secret."

He put his head on Dick's shoulder, and leaned against it, and Dorothy felt that the next second he was weak he would fall to the ground.

This little brother is so weak, the little girl is a little worried, she looks delicate and frail.

The images of the two good brothers who are worried about their younger brothers are instantly outlined.

The two sang together, and the cooperation was seamless, and they pinned the blame on Damian neatly, which can be called textbook-like stability and ruthlessness.

Seeing that Dick was stunned for a while, he unconsciously moved the hand covering his mouth.

"Dick—uh," Tim quickly slips a carrot into the gasping Damian.Noticing the devil's cub's sudden distaste for carrots, he picked out the biggest spare, which wasn't going to help.

As soon as the carrot entered his mouth, Damian exploded. He broke free and spat it out with a "Yah".

Damian looked like he was about to bite, he opened his mouth and bared his small white teeth, but finally calmed down with a stinky face.Because Bruce came over and stroked Damian's shaggy hair, and—

"Damian, of course you can, my arms are always open for you."

Oh oh oh, the moment of deep love between father and son.

Dick shrugged and let go, seeing Jason sneer.

Dorothy's eyes fell on them, and then wandered to Damian's bandaged right arm, suddenly realizing.

She swallowed the crushed candy, pinching the small candy stick with her fingers.

It turned out that the boy named Damian was shy.Doesn't it mean that I like my father? What's so difficult about that.

Bruce had introduced her to family on the way here.

And the nickname Little D is so cute!So this is a lack of love problem. Is it that the child misses his father, but refuses to say it out of face?

Dorothy ran to the table and poked her head.

The most important thing is that the father and brother generated in the game, their character modeling is super nice!

Bruce took Dorothy to the laboratory of the Wayne Research Center, where there are the most advanced equipment in the next year, and the result was quickly obtained: the match was successful.

"Dorothy doesn't remember the past." Bruce pulled a chair and sat down, and briefly paraphrased, "I found her at the Wayne Hotel."

Bruce meant something: "It's a coincidence."

He bit the accent on coincidence, and everyone knew it—except little Dorothy.

Dorothy answered when Bruce asked, she woke up and found that she couldn't remember anything but her name, and there was a toy car and a black card beside her. She walked around Gotham and found the Wayne Hotel.

The moment she saw Bruce, something seemed to remind her, so Dorothy called "Dad" subconsciously.

As it turned out, Bruce brought home a pup.

Not a single lie, sweet little Dorothy swears. - just incomplete information.

Bruce's findings were not far off from what Dorothy had said.Dorothy appeared out of nowhere in Gotham, with a blank past and nowhere to be found.No, it wasn't blank either, he remembered the black card and the foundation behind it, as well as the name of Bruce Wayne's guardian.

At that moment, some troubled past events came out of his mind involuntarily, as if they had been lurking for a long time just to wait for this day.All kinds of wrong details were sorted out one by one, and the blurred outlines gradually became clear and connected together.

The two gradually approached, bonded, and connected together.

A guess faintly emerged, and he was almost in a trance in shock.

No, critical evidence is lacking and still needs to be investigated.Batman is always calm.

But based on this, he decisively brought Dorothy back to Wayne Manor.

Dick knelt down in front of Dorothy and released a friendly smile: "Hi, cutie, is your name Dorothy?"

The little girl in front of her was as beautiful as a little doll, with exquisite facial features, curled and long eyelashes fluttering, her soft black hair was braided obliquely on her right shoulder, and a ribbon sprinkled with gold powder was loosely tied at the end of the braid.

It was Bruce who tied it, and Dick recognized the way he tied the knot.

Starlight poured cleanly from the blue eyes, much like Baby Bruce.

Yep, not Batman, sweet Brucey baby.

The little girl gave him a familiar feeling, and Dick touched his chin, um... It's strange that he can't describe it well.But he still went up.

Let's try it out.It's kind of weird to have a pup pop out of nowhere, although Bruce has a lot of criminals in particular.

... As soon as he opened his mouth, his tentative thoughts formed a ball and flew into outer space.The two talkative little birds chatted immediately.

Bruce turned and glanced at him.Dick pretended not to see it, blinked and said cheerfully, "Bruce told us in advance."

Tim, who shrank back into the chair, rolled his eyes secretly, no.

"My name is Dorothy, are you Dick? Brucey told me too." Dorothy gave him a super-sweet smile without any pretense.

She pounced on him and hugged him, and the hugger subconsciously caught Xin Zai Zai.

"You look so good-looking." Cutie hit a straight ball and hit the bull's-eye, "May I call you Dicky, this nickname is as cute as you."

This little brother's smile is so sweet, like a warm cotton candy that has been exposed to the sun!

That must sound familiar to Bruce.For that was what Dorothy praised him on the way to the manor.

Dorothy said he was as sweet as a chocolate ball dipped in honey.

The little girl is a loyal face control.

She lowered her head and picked it up, took out a handful of colorful candies from her pocket, and stuffed them into Dick's arms: "I like you, I'll give it to you!"

The candy paper is shiny, and the shape is unique and small.Dorothy's palm was small, and she said she grabbed a handful, but there were only a few of them.

The old father Bruce also bought the candy. Dorothy picked out a big bag by herself while waiting for the identification results in the laboratory, and passed the time with the tablet in her pocket.

Kaba Kaba along the way to eat a bag left.

The old father with a deep eye: ...eating too much sugar is not good for the teeth, so I have to take care of it in the future.

To be honest, Dick was a little flattered. According to his abundant and rich experience—especially when a new cub popped up unexpectedly, the general process should involve a fight at this point.

"Oh, thank you, little d," Dicky Bird held the candy, his voice floated, "Do you like cookies? They taste super delicious."

Thanks Afu.He is willing to take a piece from his own bowl, or take a piece from the mouth of his unlovable brother.

"Of course you can call me Dickie."

"Do you like holding high?" Dick expected, and he held out his hand to Dorothy.

Dorothy hummed without hesitation, so she enjoyed the super-high-class treatment in circles, and a lot of laughter spun around.

After stopping, little Dorothy wrapped her arms around Dick's neck, sat firmly in his arms, and whispered together.

Dick pointed to Jason quietly, and began to talk endlessly:

"The one with a tuft of white hair looking fierce is Jason. He is actually just looking fierce, but he cooks super delicious food. You can call him Little Wing..."

Dorothy followed her finger and caught Jason's eye.

Jason's eyes have been glued to Dorothy since she entered the door. Seeing Dorothy tilt her head to look over, she froze, folded her arms and turned her head away.

Dorothy blinked, and she raised her voice a little.

"Huh? I like little wings!" Dorothy pulled the hood strap, shook her head to show Dick a pair of little white wings on the hat, and glanced at Jason from the corner of her eye.

And generously said that you can pinch it.

"Okay, children, let's eat first." Bruce's voice was soft, interrupting the two chirping birds together.

Damian pouted, quickly took the seat on Bruce's left, kicked the chair away and sat down.

Dorothy asked Dick to lift her into the chair to Bruce's right.

"Thank you, Dickie."

Dorothy sat firmly on the armrest, her short legs dangling on the ground.

The marble dining table, covered with a snow-white tablecloth, was only a little shorter than Dorothy's.Damian, Bruce, and Dorothy sat in a row, and the other three sat across from each other.

Jason dragged the plate over the one Damian stepped on.

Tim propped his chin with his hand, his eyes wandered to Dorothy's face, and then glanced at Damian from the corner of his eye, and finally settled on Bruce in the middle.

When three people sat together, it was obvious at a glance that this was a family of three.

Tsk, it's a short move.

No need to track down little troubles, and it doesn't hurt to stay a little longer.Tim fiddled with the spoon, leaning back in his chair, his eyes gradually emptied.

Jason's communicator rang suddenly. He pulled it out and glanced at it, then turned it off with a dark face.

But the noise woke Bruce up.

"Jason," Bruce turned to his second son with complicated eyes, "I'm surprised..."

Intentionally or not, Jason, who was the last to sit, happened to be sitting opposite Bruce, with his hands resting uncomfortably on his knees, and he lowered his head to pick up the rice.

Jason felt an inexplicable irritability surge, accident?surprise what?Is he so unpopular when he comes home?

"I'm fucking..." Before he could say anything, he saw Dorothy blinking at him, so the irritable boy changed his words abruptly and swallowed the swearing: "Cough, can't I go home and eat when I'm hungry?" ?”

He added dryly, "Good morning, Bruce."

Then he pulled out a stiff smile, turned his head and said to the laughing Dicky Bird, "Give me a sandwich, please."

"thanks."

The tone was steady without any fluctuations, and it seemed to be squeezed out from between the teeth.

Dick held down his already full stomach, drank another bowl, and managed to laugh with Dorothy.

Tim poked Jason, just about to joke, "Mother Bird's power is really different."

Turning his head, he found that Jason was staring at Dorothy intently. He paused for a while, and pressed his doubts in his heart.

Jason hadn't looked away from Dorothy for a long time since she entered the door.

Tim pinched the bridge of his nose, wondering what the hell was going on with Dick and Jason.

"Yeah, I really like this little wing." Dorothy and Dick continued the conversation, and she bit off another packet of sugar wrappers while holding the cookie.

Alfort deliberately made Dorothy a new plate of cookies, yes, a whole plate for each of them.

"May I call you Little D?" Dorothy asked Damian over Bruce.

"Of course, right little D?" Dick answered briskly, winking at Damian.

Damian snorted.

"Damian is always upset," Dick said, almost lying on the dining table, whispering to Dorothy, "but he's super easy to coax."

Damian: ...I'm listening.

She soaked the cookies in milk like Oreos.He took another sip of milk from the cup, leaving behind a small beard and a little crumbs.

Bruce took a tissue and wiped her mouth.

"Dorothy, you and Alfred go and look at the room."

"Okay."

She hopes to have a balcony, and she wants to grow radishes.

Dorothy jumped off the chair, took Ah Fu's hand and walked away. When she turned the hall, she subconsciously looked back.

Bruce waved at her.

Then she chatted and laughed with Alfred, bouncing down the corridor, "Good morning, Wayne Manor."

"Don't you think so? She's so cute." Dick cupped his face.

Tim leans his head back in the chair, looking over Bruce's face like a keen detective looking for clues.

Instead, Jason agreed aloud: "...It's quite cute."

Damian looked like he had seen a ghost: "Todd, is there something wrong with your mind?"

Tim poured another cup of coffee, and the froth floated in the coffee. He shook it slightly and said:

"Admit it, you're just worried about losing your father's attention."

Damian blushed.

Tim continued: "On the bright side, you can get rid of the title of the shortest in the family."

Bruce leaned back with his arms folded, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

When he came back to his senses, he found that he had been set on fire.

"Alright, little D has already left."

Jason muttered in a low voice: "What the hell is Little D?"

"But aren't you going to explain it?"

The unfriendly little birds stared at Bruce.

Suspend the truce, unanimously external.