[Zhongyingmei] The style of the game is wrong

"I really saw it!"

Little Dorothy sat cross-legged on the bed, and there was a circle of people in front of the bed.Like sucking a piece of sugar, the words pressed on the tip of the tongue are gurgling and bubbling.

Because everyone who came told her with certainty that there was no Batman, and no one had ever seen a shadow.

"You must have read it wrong." The whole family was sure.

She was wrapped in a small blanket, chubby, with only her fluffy head exposed.

Little Dorothy clenched her horns, stood up danglingly, stepped on the raised bed which was a lot higher than the ground, stretched out her hands and raised them above her head: "It's so high!"

Then she put the blanket over her head and swiped her little arms out with all her might, "So strong!"

Take a look at the value of the SAN too much.

Dorothy, who was facing the impact of Batman's gaze, went blank. When she came back to her senses, Jason had already rushed in front of her, and stretched out his long arms to wrap her in his arms.

The movements are skilled, the embrace is warm, but... the chest muscles are a little hard, Dorothy covered the tip of her small nose and rubbed it.

Still a bit softer than Red Hood's.

Red Hood Uniform: ...Your illusion, I'm soft, thank you.

The little blanket hung down over the head and stretched over the bed like a little cape.

Jason rested his hand on the bed rail, leaning in front of everyone.He was stunned for a while, and subconsciously glanced at Bruce beside him, he wasn't that tall and strong.

Hearing this description, he thought it was Baine who had escaped from Arkham again.

But then Damian, who was blocked in front of Bruce, stared back.

Jason: ...Demon bastard, your small frame can at most stop Dorothy.

"Then it disappeared in the blink of an eye!" Dorothy jumped up when she thought of Batman's gaze.

The blanket shook off and fell on the bed.

Jason turned his attention back: "Be careful, don't hit your head."

"I suspect he's not human." Dorothy lowered her voice as if she was sharing a big secret, her fat little face was full of solemnity.

And nodded his head firmly.

How can the greatest player in the game be afraid of a human? QAQ

Tim huddled in Dorothy's small chair, with someone in front of him blocking him, his head bowed to his face, his shoulders trembling and arching.

"Timmy?" She put down her hand pulling her hair and asked worriedly, "What's wrong with you?"

He added hesitantly, "Are you afraid?"

Dorothy was worried about this.

The little brother was not in good health, and she remembered how weak Tim was when he first got home, and the coffee he spit splashed on Damian.

She starts to wonder if she's scaring Tim.

Red Robin, who tried so hard to suppress his laughter and trembled, was suddenly named.

Generally speaking, when everyone shows up together, Red Robin is always the one who has the least presence.It was a surprise to be named.

"Uh, is this true?" Tim reacted quickly. He covered his chest as if he was frightened, his pupils were slightly dilated, and his voice was so erratic that he choked up: "Oh my God, this is really terrible."

Don't doubt, the reliable Red Robin is always acting online.

——In fact, just because of his haggard and pale face after staying up all night, Tim, who was still dealing with Wayne's official business a second before he rushed over, was like a [-]% patient.To be more precise, he looked like a poor little ghost who was ruthlessly squeezed to the brink of sudden death by the capitalists.

Dorothy suddenly realized that she shouldn't have involved Tim and the others.

The tide of guilt suddenly surged, and Dorothy bit her lower lip, her little hands unconsciously clutching the corner of her clothes.

They are just ordinary people.And she is the player.

—It's not fair to them.

She picked up the blanket and rolled it around her arm. Her calf was still trembling when she held on to the railing, and she almost tripped herself when she got off the ladder cabinet.Thanks to Jason's quick eyesight and hands to support her and hug her to the ground.

Dorothy nudged him, then tiptoed over Tim.

The pale pink blanket wrapped Tim warmly.

"Uh, thanks."

Tim froze, twisting uncomfortably, gripping the corner of the blanket.

He suddenly felt that drinking coffee under a blanket in the cold night might be a good choice.

Bruce thought about it.

"Little Wing?" Dorothy turned to Jason who came first, grabbed the hem of his clothes and looked up at him: "Are you sure you didn't see it?"

Dorothy's blue eyes were foggy, and she wanted to confirm Jason's answer, if he really didn't see...

Jason instantly became the focus of the audience, and all eyes were on him.

Bruce put his fist to his lips and let out a slight cough to remind Jason.

"...I didn't see it." Jason, ignoring his conscience, pulled out a sentence with difficulty to cover up for his bad father.

What a great filial piety, the arsenal can be moved to tears, God knows he was cheated by Bruce just now.

The cough also distracted Dorothy, who tucked her knees on the ladder cabinet and looked up at Bruce.

Bruce's clothes were disheveled, the belt was loosely wrapped around the middle of the nightgown, and the front of the shirt was wide open, from which his white chest could be seen.His hair was as disheveled as his nightgown, a tired blue color emerged from the corner of his eyes, and he supported his body with the hands on Damian's shoulders.

Pretty and cute Brucey's father was pale and looked like he was going to pass out any second.

Always angry Damian still has a bandage on his right arm, but he's here too.

Dorothy: more guilty QAQ

Hearing Jason's answer, little Dorothy made up her mind.

"Probably I was wrong."

Dorothy rushed over and hugged Bruce, two pairs of blue eyes collided, the clearness blended into the deep and merged together to form the sea, a piece of blue.

Bruce's body was cold, almost bone-chilling. The cold air made Dorothy shiver, but she didn't let go, but hugged him even tighter.

Bruce was a little at a loss, and finally touched Dorothy's little head under Jason's gaze as if he was about to beat someone, and comforted him softly.

Then he saw Dorothy grab the belt with her little short hands and twist it around tightly, tying it into a tight knot.

Dorothy was very worried. Papa was too weak to dress properly, and he was freezing cold when he came out of the bedroom.

I hope dad doesn't catch a cold.

"Dad, remember to take your medicine, don't catch a cold."

And it's really inappropriate for him to let his father come to rescue him. What if Bruce's father falls?She is very distressed.

Swinging around in the cold wind of Gotham and changing clothes in three seconds, the body is strong and dark: ...

He swallowed the words "Baby, you're tied in a knot" and decided not to spit it out even if Bane broke his back.

"I was wrong." Dorothy took a deep breath and smiled at Damian who was staring at her, "Go back to sleep."

Then she leaned over and gave Damian a good night kiss - she could only kiss Damian when she stood on tiptoe.

Damian froze.

That's what the cartoon says, so it should be true.Dorothy watched Damian being led away by Bruce stiffly, thinking with some uncertainty.

He has the same hands and feet, oh, no, the left arm and left leg swing in unison.

Little Wing suddenly looked unhappy.

Dorothy held the edge of the door, waved to them, and did not close the door until there was no one in sight.

Dorothy, who lay back on the bed again, clenched her fists and cheered herself up: "No, there is no darkness."

She pulled the quilt over her head and sighed melancholy.

"It's so hard to be a hero, it's even harder to be an incognito hero."

With the fetters of home, the hero can no longer roam the world freely.

She finally knew why she couldn't be a warrior anymore when the prince met the princess.

Because of love, she thought deeply.

If the system was here, he would advise Dorothy to read less fairy tales, and perhaps regain some of her brain.

"I must not expose the vest and involve Little Wing and the others." Dorothy made up her mind.

"Thank you for your opponent," Dorothy entered the sage mode, and she learned from cartoons, "What doesn't defeat you will eventually make you stronger!"

For the gauntlet under Batman.I, Dorothy the Warrior, accept the challenge!

"Knock Knock-"

It was Jason who interrupted Dorothy's sage mode, and he opened the door and returned.

"Little Wing?" Dorothy looked at him suspiciously.

Is Little Wing scared?It was all right, thought Dorothy, she could give him half the bed, and put Little Wing to sleep with stories of her new adventures.

Facing the approaching second barrel, the child's bed under him prepared in horror to express his determination to resist to the death with the same resounding "click" breaking sound.

But Dorothy was interrupted before she could speak.

"I forgot one thing," Jason, with a mess of white hair on his head, approached, and then - in front of Dorothy, he took the small tablet next to her bed.

"Confiscated." He grabbed the tablet and shook it at Dorothy.

Dear little wing cut off the net in the house by the way.

"Good night."

The door slammed shut.

Dorothy: QAQ

No!I hate Batman!hate hate!

And the real incognito hero received disapproving eyes from the whole family.

"I can understand the ecstatic feeling of being a father." Alfred rushed over after hiding the bat uniform, and shot Bruce with disapproving eyes.

The bear children of different heights all silently collectively, huddled together.

"But I don't think it's a good habit to squat on the head of the bed in fancy clothes." Alfred rubbed his brows, "The nights in Gotham are not just exclusive to Batman."

"It belongs to you too, Master Bruce." Alfred sighed, "As long as you want."

In silence, Bruce coughed, "Well, thanks to Tim for tonight."

"No." Tim cut him off.

"Did you hear any sound?" Tim said indifferently, "It was the whine of my broken conscience."

"Master Tim's acting skills are commendable," Alfred had already listened to Jason's eloquent description on the way, "At the same time, I sincerely admire Master Bruce's ability to learn and use."

Tim and Bruce looked at each other, and they both shut up decisively, lying down and laughing.

Damian crossed his chest and took the opportunity to "tsk" to Tim: "How long are you going to be around that little tapestry?"

Tim gave him a cool look, slapped the imp's outstretched hand away, and pulled the blanket tighter to wrap himself up again.

It wasn't until the old housekeeper disappeared at the door that he held his forehead and made a sound of escape.

Bruce sneaks off to take a shower.

He turned his head to "concern" his little brother: "Demon bastard, did you hurt your arm? If Dorothy wasn't watching, Bruce would have almost carried you away."

Damian countered: "I think what is more worthy of concern is how you trained such superb acting skills, Drake."

"Would you like to talk about your experience? Is the key to relying on stalking?"

Once Stoka, now Red Robin:  …

During the Robin bird chirping battle, the current Robin's fighting power was beyond the charts, and he was triumphant like a little cub protecting his territory-even though they were stepping on the floor of Bruce's room.

Damian's face was brightly written: Why don't you leave?

The sound of rushing water in the bathroom stopped, and there was the rustling of clothes rubbing against each other.

I lost, Tim thought blankly, I lost when Bruce gave the three robin birds flapping their wings in the bat cave, "Good boy, don't make trouble, Dad wants to do business" Mian can still jump to Bruce's side without hesitation, yelling at his poor two brothers.

But it doesn't matter, good detectives always keep a hand.

"Oh——" Tim raised his eyelids and glanced at Damian, drawing out his voice, "Have a good dream in Daddy's arms."

Red Robin turned around, and the moment the blanket was raised, it seemed as if the cloak broke through the air, drawing a handsome arc.He looks like a soldier, stepping into the battlefield.

Damian jumps into bed: Tsk.

But after removing Bruce, everyone finally reached a consensus:

Babe Brucey is only allowed to set foot in Dorothy's room, and Darkness is deprived of this right for life.The original judgment was upheld without appeal.

—unless the all-powerful Batman can turn Dorothy into his little fangirl.