Little Dorothy has succeeded in owning the bed curtain.

The bed curtain, as soft as a cloud, falls from the ceiling and hangs down to the ground, completely surrounding the loft bed and the ladder cabinet leading to the ground.

The bed curtain is separated from the middle, usually tied at both ends with ribbons, once untied, it becomes a small world of its own, covering this small space tightly.

Perfectly solve the century-old problem of how to sneak out to do tasks without being discovered by family members.

Little Dorothy was heartbroken for Papa Daddy and her four beautiful little brothers, whom she really liked.

The warrior Dorothy has to protect her castle and princesses.

The more Dorothy thought about it, the happier she was. When Alfred finished hanging up the ladder, she ran over to offer a water glass, blinked her blue eyes and enjoyed the pat.

"I have to say, Miss Dorothy is indeed a good role model." Alfred was quite pleased.

Dorothy, who was praised again, almost flew up in joy. She lay on the railing of the stairs and watched Alfred go down, and even waved her hand when he turned his head. She waited until his figure disappeared around the corner before running back to the house. .

Through the open window, the breeze blew up a corner of the curtain, bringing in a bit of coolness.

"Okay, carrots, you can grow up with peace of mind."

The small flower pots were arranged in a row along the window sill. The soil was soft, and most of them were sprinkled with high-quality carrot seeds. Only a few were replaced with radish puree and carrots that could turn into rabbits.

The carrot seed packet was found by Alfred, and it is said to be a high-grade variety.

Dorothy has a serious face: use carrots to hide carrots.

She took out the one rewarded by the dungeon, held it in her hand and gestured, then cut it into small pieces with a utility knife she found on the table, buried them in batches of radish mud, and finally watered them with a small flower pot.

Dirt, water, sunlight.The elements listed in the system are all available.

Thank goodness it's not an ordinary carrot, or Poison Ivy might have to break out of prison to give Dorothy homework.

Little Dorothy curled up on the window sill and spent a lot of effort to fix it. The black mud was stuck on the tender white palms, and the knees were covered with dust.The balcony was also smeared with mud and scattered.

Holding on to the edge, she twisted and jumped down, walked into the bathroom and turned on the faucet to rinse her hands.

This is a standard children's room. The tables, chairs, beds, etc., together with the supporting independent bathroom, are all small shapes.Dorothy could reach the washstand without tiptoeing.

She stretched out her hands to grab the water to play with, and shook her hands to get drenched, and the small water droplets splashed on the mirror.

"I think treading water might be more fun?" She grabbed a towel from the shelf to dry off, and began to speak dangerously.

The [Hidden Mission: Mystery of Life Experience] on the game panel shows that it is still in progress, and there are no rewards to get.

Dorothy, who had added Wayne after her name, touched her chin: Could it be that she still needs to find her mother?

One foot broke into the bat's nest, and the bat cub who stabbed the bat nest unconsciously was puzzled.

Little Dorothy, who was confused, scratched her head and then put it behind her.

Because...it doesn't matter if you don't finish it, she thinks coming here is the best reward, it's warm and lively, and Dorothy is very happy.

My father is very good, my four older brothers are also great, and most importantly, my grandpa, the housekeeper, is omnipotent.

She will take over the system too.

Dorothy touched Bruce's braid, reached for the remote from the table, and wanted to see My Little Pony.

Bruce puts her My Little Pony all the way on the tablet.

Dorothy kicked off her little boots, and was just about to climb onto the bed by grabbing the railing, when there was a slight sound outside the door.

She opened the system map subconsciously, it was a gray dot.

"I guess it's Dicky!" She said cheerfully, put on the little bunny slippers next to her, and ran to open the door.

The moment the door opened, Dorothy froze and blinked.She guessed wrong, it was Jason standing in the corridor.

Jason stood in front of the door, their eyes met.Uh, the slanted line of sight, the kind with a rather large inclination angle.

Dorothy's nose moved, and she smelled a faint smell of tobacco.

He looked a little sad.

"Hey, Little Wing, are you full too?" The next moment, Dorothy pushed the door open completely, raising a sweet smile.

"...I'm full." Jason said after a moment.

In fact, he was full of gas.

At that time, Jason rushed out angrily, and stopped suddenly when he reached the entrance of the hall. He looked back, and there was no one in the corridor at the far end.

He took out a cigarette case from his pocket, picked out one and held it between his fingers, and the lighter ignited with a "snap".

Jason was leaning under the slender lamp by the door, with a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, and wisps of smoke spiraled into the sky amidst sparks.

Fuck. Fucking old bat.

After stopping like this for a while, he threw away the unburned half of the cigarette irritably, and crushed it under his feet.

The legs wrapped in long trousers were flexible and powerful, straight and long, and as a result, they walked intermittently, and only went down a few stairs.

He walked a few steps forward with his hips on his hips, but stopped again, took out the communicator and stared at the message sent by the previous arsenal—although he had already read it once.

Something happened to the arsenal—maybe it was a big one. Not only did all the money in the account of the extrajudicial group be embezzled, but he also justly expressed that he was afraid of troublesome his best friend Xiaojie Bird, so he turned it around by himself. All deposits in Jason's private account.

— Oh, and kindly left him $9.9.Who knows how he found out about this hidden account.

Damn idiot teammate, there will be no cents in the future, so fuck off to outer space to work and pay off debts.

Jason, who suddenly became pauper while eating, lowered his head and stared at the communicator, and violently scratched his hair a few times, and the tangled, broken hair became even more messy.

The smell of smoke has dissipated.

The sun was shining warmly on the body, but it was still cold.The breeze blew by, but the fire in my heart gradually extinguished.The road leaving Wayne Manor is just under your feet, and the carved iron gate is hidden behind the exquisitely trimmed vegetation, which is faintly visible.

But he went back by accident, bypassed the restaurant, and went to the third floor.

The door outside Jason's room was locked, and he hadn't checked in since returning to Gotham.Jason glanced at it and then moved to the side of the aisle, holding on to the railing of the stairs, his eyes wandering aimlessly.

There had been a vacant room next to his room, and now Dorothy had moved in...

Wait, Jason stood up straight and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Has no one stayed here before?He was suddenly uncertain.During those years at Wayne Manor, it seemed that he was not very lonely...

But when he reacted, he was already standing in front of the door, before his confused mind could figure out what to do next——

The door opened with a creak, and he saw Dorothy stuck her head out and blinked at him, holding the door frame with her little hand, and greeted him with a milky voice.

"Cough, I," Jason's eyes wandered, and he coughed uncomfortably with his fists on the side of his mouth, "I live next door to you."

He propped himself on the threshold, and put his arm across Dorothy's head, trying to maintain the Kugai figure.

Jason could catch a glimpse of the lovely little children's house set up behind the door, and look over little Dorothy's head to the scattered balconies.

However, his first reaction was that Ah Fu would be upset, and the next thought that popped up was how to clean it more conveniently and quickly.

...as if he had done it countless times.Definitely being fucked crazy by idiot teammates, Jason thought deadpan.

"So that's your room." Dorothy glanced at his loose belt with no keys hanging from it.The upper body is covered with black short sleeves, and the neck is empty.

Dorothy looked up at him and blinked: "Little Wing, did you forget your key?"

"...Yes." That's right.

He had long since lost his keys.After sneaking back one day and trying to open the door but found that the door lock was changed, he threw it in any safe house.

Dorothy pulled out the map without any trace and looked at it. There were no more little gray dots in the restaurant, and it seemed that everyone was full.

"Why don't you hang the keys around your neck?" Dorothy asked curiously, Jason's reflection in her clear blue eyes.

Jason was stunned, he was in a trance, as if his identity was reversed in a whirl, he vaguely saw his young self bowing his head and talking to someone.He was saying, "Why don't you hang your keys around your neck?"

The voice was ethereal, intermittent, distorted and yellowed in the distance, and finally shattered and dissipated into smoke and dust.

Jason thought in horror, damn it, Lazarus really screwed his brains out.

Since his resurrection, fragmented, frosted glass-like dream fragments have been haunting him. He can't see clearly, can't hear, but they have always followed, and often make him feel insane like a psychopath.

Everywhere is eccentric.

When he was at his craziest, he was almost packed by the old bat and sent to the Arkham Asylum.

"Do you want to watch cartoons with me? The screen in the room is huge." Dorothy's sweet voice interrupted Jason's daze, and she invited, "I'm planning to watch My Little Pony!"

Dorothy stepped on the rabbit slippers, and her fluffy rabbit ears turned up, a bit like the little white hair on Jason's forehead.

She looked up at Jason and tugged on his sleeve.

"Come on! I'll treat you to sweets." Dorothy's eyes were shining.Dicky was right, the little brother really just looked fierce.

"I can also let you touch my little wings." Dorothy was quite generous, "Touch whatever you want."

Seeing that Jason didn't speak, Dorothy unleashed her big weapon. She raised the hood and put it on, shaking the pair of small wings on top of her head.

Xiaobai's wings were soft and swayed from side to side.

The Kugai character that Jason tried his best to maintain completely collapsed. He stretched out his hand and squeezed it quickly, and then quickly closed his hand like an electric shock.

A soft touch remains between the fingertips.

"I'd love to," Jason squatted down, looking into Dorothy's blue eyes with his dark green eyes, just like he had looked into the eyes of Bruce before - but there was not even half of the tit-for-tat confrontation, and the sharp edges turned into softness.

"and also--"

Jason felt a little embarrassed, curled his fingers unconsciously by his side, and held back for a while before saying:

"Do you still want to play high?"

The next second, he felt warmth in his arms, and the soft little dumpling rushed over.

"Of course, why not?"

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