[Zhongyingmei] The style of the game is wrong

The cookies that Dorothy could not finish were divided up.

Relying on being the closest, Dicky took full advantage of his body flexibility to snatch one of the only two cookies, and the other one went into Bruce's stomach.

"Are you really not going to say something? About Damian..." He also wanted to talk about Dorothy, and he had a vague feeling that both children were involved in this incident.

Dick raised his head, threw the cookie upwards, and opened his mouth to take it——

Jason reached out his hand to intercept it like lightning, and quickly and directly stuffed it into his mouth, biting it in front of Dick.

"Little Wing!" Dick looked heartbroken.

Damian crossed his chest: "This fully shows that fancy moves are not advisable, Grayson."

Damian is pretty vengeful.

Even if the guns are all aimed at Bruce, he doesn't mind making some "kind" reminders.

But in the end the birds failed to pry the desired information out of Bruce's mouth.

Bruce evaded the important thing: "I'm investigating Damian's matter, and I already have a clue."

He rubbed between his brows, glanced across the children's faces, and solemnly warned: "Don't interfere, this matter involves a lot, far beyond what you imagined."

There's a tinge of sternness in his tone, and he's starting to look like Batman.

Damian protested dissatisfied: "Father!"

"It's my business! You can't exclude me."

Batman dismisses objections, "But the truth is, you've been grounded."

Damian also had to do a follow-up check to make sure the mental level was still stable, the other world...he was already sure that was tricky.

He was involved in the so-called underworld covered in game skin. Although he came back without any danger, Batman was really worried.Once these things are involved, it is difficult to sever the connection.

And Dorothy... Batman sighed.

There are only a few people in the world who know the other world, but they all keep it secret without exception.Not knowing, not asking, not getting involved is the best solution.

But it was useless to him, he couldn't pull himself away.

There is also the mysterious Miss Alice, who has some kind of key.

Find her, Batman resolves.

So he became tough, with the majesty of a patriarch: "I will let Alfred keep an eye on you, don't think about sneaking out."

Damian turned his head and snorted.

He eased his tone: "I will investigate clearly, I promise."

Batman who can't talk is online again, and he can always mess up all parent-child issues.

Probably the only thing that is uncertain is how far it can be smashed.

The atmosphere is faintly lit with a smell of fire and medicine, as if it is foreseeable that they will break up unhappy.

"Oh, really?" Jason raised his eyebrows, he leaned forward slightly, folded his arms, and stared into Bruce's eyes, with a hint of complacency and pride: "What if I say I've found a clue? "

"It's no secret that the Red Hood fought fiercely in the street yesterday." Bruce put down his knife and fork to respond to Jason's gaze, his cobalt blue eyes seemed to be piercingly sharp.

"The remnants of the Court of Owls and Hydra have reached a cooperation plan to return to Gotham. And you think they are involved in this matter." Bruce said calmly, "I guess this is what you want to say."

He ends with an affirmative, his tone unquestionable.

Jason froze.

Because fucking Batman is damn right.

He turned sharply to Dick, and suddenly raised his voice: "Nightwing?"

Angry Red Hood reprimands him with a traitorous look.Ye Yi happened to rush over when the net was closed yesterday, except for Red Hood, he was the only one who knew the clue.

Damn, I treat you like a brother, but you go home and make a small report.

"It's not me!" Dickie yelled, he almost jumped up excitedly, "I sneaked to find you."

Tim kept his eyes on his nose, his nose, his heart, and stirred the almost bottomed-out coffee in front of him, as if he was studying the logical relationship between the color and taste of the coffee and the indoor temperature.

Jason exploded.

Jason did catch a big fish.He found traces of the Owl Court that night from the small gang, and he was sure that it was the remnants of the forces that had already fled Gotham.But following the traces, they found that they had colluded with Hydra and planned to return to Gotham.

The Court of Owls has been rooted here since the founding of Gotham, and behind it is the secret manipulation of the ambitious Gotham family, many of whom are famous.They cultivated claws to act as thugs, spread horror songs to control public opinion, and set up private rules to steal power, in an attempt to control Gotham.

Although they have already been wiped out by Batman, no, there are still sporadic forces scattered outside the country fleeing in a hurry.

But more importantly, they have a history of kidnapping Damian.

That's why the Red Hood locks on the target.

Jason stared at Bruce with no emotion in his tone: "Aha, Batman who knows everything?"

It's over, Timson thought hopelessly, and hope there won't be a fight.

Tim's head is lowered lower and lower, and he looks like he wants to shove himself into the coffee mug.

Bruce looked directly at Jason: "Because I am Batman."

"It's beyond your ability to give up pursuing this matter." Bruce emphasized at the end.

"Old Bat, why are you talking so much today?"

Jason was really angry. He felt that he was guarded against, and he might still be under surveillance.

Even, there is a kind of sadness of being denied.

These tingling sensations were mixed with the surging anger, turning into fuel in piles.

He sneered, kicked the chair away, turned and walked out.

When passing by the edge of the table, Damian who was sitting by the table called him with a complicated expression: "Todd."

"What are you looking at, devil bastard, I'm looking for you." He didn't turn his head, his hair was messed up at the back of his head, and his rebellious figure disappeared at the door.

Dick hesitated to speak: "Bruce..."

In the end, he helplessly held his forehead and locked the unspoken words on the tip of his tongue.

The remaining four were silent, only the sound of knives and forks clashing.Finally, Bruce sighed.

"Damian, come with me."

Dorothy followed Alfred, the housekeeper, to her new room.Her house is on the third floor. From the dining room, you have to go through the corridor and turn right into the stairs.

"Dickie is super nice, he holds me up and spins around!"

"Is the little wing..."

Dorothy chattered and twittered, her braids arcing cheerfully in the air, skipped up a step, then grabbed the handrail and turned to look at Alfred.

Alfred's suit was straight, his hair was combed meticulously, his silver hair was gradually growing but he was still hale and hearty, his appearance was elegant, and his demeanor exuded the calmness of an old British gentleman.

"Grandpa Fu!"

Dorothy tilted her head and blinked her eyes, leaned over, tentatively raised the butler's grandfather's thumb and held it, and praised without hesitation: "The cookies are super delicious!"

She didn't stop talking until she couldn't eat anymore.

Dorothy rubbed her chubby belly, it was so supportive.The little stomach has tried to fill every gap.

Come down later and eat the rest of the cookies, Dorothy thought happily.

But Little Cutie doesn't know that the plate of cookies has been divided up.

"Thank you for the compliment."

What a lovely child.

Afu smiled gently, and held Dorothy's little hand: "Actually, what I'm best at is not cookies, but taking care of children."

She has rich experience in childcare and has been in the industry for decades. She specializes in taking care of the big and small children in the family.

Similarly, the almighty housekeeper only took one morning to clean up the house.

The room was at the end of the corridor, next door was Jason's room, and the adjacent rooms were silent.

The room remained locked, and it wasn't until a frantic phone call from Bruce early in the morning that he recalled the room that had been neglected for so long.

Speaking of which, what was this room used to do before?

The old butler squinted his eyes. He was old and couldn't remember some things.

When passing Jason's room, Alfred glanced subconsciously.

Jason's room door was closed.The door looked like a decorative painting embedded in the wall and couldn't be opened.

The old butler sighed inwardly, Jason hadn't been back for a long time.

His knot was too deep, too tight.

But Alfred didn't show anything on his face. He took out a large bunch of keys, pulled one out and turned it around the lock, and pushed the door open.

Dorothy stared up at him. She felt that the key looked familiar, but when she turned her head, the room that bumped into her eyes attracted her attention.

Standing by the door, he said to Dorothy in a gentle voice, "Miss Dorothy, I hope you like the room I have furnished."

"Wow!"

Dorothy's eyes widened in surprise, and she tried her best to hug him on tiptoe, "Thank you, Fu, I like it so much."

Word-poor little Dorothy expressed her delight by emphasizing.

The room was literally generated according to her imagination, and the room was arranged a bit like [Dorothy's den].

The rooms are warmly coloured, the walls are painted in light pink tones and have a cozy atmosphere with good lighting.Above the head is a chandelier in the shape of a small planet, flowing in silver and blue, and decorated with stars and night lights.

Standing by the wall is a cute raised bed for children, equipped with protective railings, connected to the ground by a ladder cabinet, the inclination angle is just right, and there are tables and chairs underneath.

An oversized screen hangs opposite.

The shelves and bookcases are side by side, and there are brand new children's illustrated books and some ceramic figurines on them.

In addition, there are coffee tables, small sofas, and toy cabinets.

The carpet is laid from the front of the door to the large window, which is open to the outside, and a large amount of sunlight pours in.Gotham's rare sunny day seized all the time to release vitality.

The window sill is wide enough for a little Dorothy to lie down, and it is decorated with green plants.

Dorothy's eyes lit up. She ran over with short legs, poked the crisp and tender leaves of the green plant, and turned to ask Alfred.

"Can I grow carrots?"

Ah Fu responded to her with a smile: "Of course."

"It's such a familiar scene, it reminds me of when Master Damian first came here." Alfred took out his watch and glanced at it.

"Master Damian pursued the fine art of gardening until he found he had no talent for it and turned to animal husbandry."

"I mean, choose wisely."

When Damian came back, he swung a knife and shaved the manor's head.Now, he's trying to turn the Batcave into a zoo.

When he finished sighing and lowered his head, he saw Dorothy looking up and blinking at him, her blue eyes seemed to be shining.

"I want to put a curtain around that bed, can I?" Dorothy pointed to the loft bed, and then stretched out her hand and drew a huge circle, "The kind that surrounds the whole thing, from the little star to the carpet .”

"Of course." Alfred readily agreed, compared to Master Bruce and the young masters, this is not a strange request.

"Grandpa Fu is the best!"

Little Dorothy, whose wish was fulfilled again, danced around Alfred excitedly.

The loft bed is also a high place, and Dorothy can't touch the railing with her arms and legs on tiptoe——

That said, the bow that brushed off Nightwing came in handy.

[Name: Alice's bow

Description: Little Dorothy, dressed as Alice, hops down the rabbit hole.

Function: Jump from a high place after wearing it, there is a certain chance of falling to the place you want to reach]

Do whatever you want with your short legs.

Dorothy Shortlegs: I'm so witty.