[Zhongyingmei] The style of the game is wrong

Jason was right.

The day after Nightwing and Bruce had quarreled, they hurried back from Bludhaven.

The mother bird never stays angry overnight.

The small wings of the big blue bird that bumped into Shale head-on showed such eyes, and gave him a "heh" expressionless, and his eyes swept across the big blue bird, his messy hair was extremely arrogant.

Of course, if he was not wearing an apron, holding a spatula in one hand and carrying a plate in the other, it would be even more imposing.

"Little Wing!" The big blue bird ignored his younger brother's resistance, and took the opportunity to leap forward for a warm hug, then quickly let go and took a big step.

As expected of Ye Yi, his reaction speed is first-class.

Jason's spatula was already in the air, staring at him with an unfriendly expression.

"Your brain was blown by the wind in Brudhaven, so you're not acclimatized when you return to Gotham?" Jason knocked Dickie out of the way, and said, "Wash your hands and go eat."

"I knew that Alfred wouldn't lie." Dickie said cheerfully.

Not long after Ye Yi arrived in Bludhaven last night, he received a call from Alfred. After teaching the criminals a late-night lesson with excitement, he rushed back non-stop, bringing some small gifts along the way.

——He perfectly missed the dark incident of last night and knew nothing about it.

"Of course, Master Dick." Alfred passed by with a tray, "I hope you can do the same."

The cookie, lying neatly on the dinner plate, greeted Dick warmly, and the big blue bird returned the enthusiasm.

He quickly reached out, fished out a piece and stuffed it into his mouth.

At the same time, Dick said righteously: "Trust me, I have always been like this."

The muffled sound of chewing did not sound very credible, and Alfred shook his head.

"Pay attention to hygiene." Alfred reminded gently.

Dick made a clear gesture, and wiped away the debris from his mouth with his hand to eliminate the evidence.

When he opened the door and entered, there was already a circle of people sitting at the dining table. Dorothy and Damian were sitting on the left and right of Bruce, and the three of them were talking together.

"Dorothy." Damian said blankly, "Are you Todd's little follower?"

As soon as Dorothy told Jason, Jason immediately knew the whole Wayne Manor who was shouting like a trumpet flower, and the insiders laughed.

"Damian." Baby Bruce winked at Damian, and looked at his younger son with slight disapproval.

However, he had a smile in his eyes, which was not intimidating at all-since he was also a member of the previous belly laugh.

"But," Dorothy lay on the dining table and turned to look at Damian, "you can't break your arm again."

Baby Bruce laughed again, he was too sweet, but the little Bruce had a stinky face, the contrast was quite obvious.

The family was having a great meal together, and Dick interrupted by pulling back a chair, "Good morning, Bruce. And Bruce's two little ones."

"Dorothy is so cute today," Dick praised, and he nicknamed Dorothy again, "Little D is so cute today."

The cookie-and-dick mouth is sweet as hell, and sugar-dipped one-liners keep popping out of those pretty lips.

The Forgotten Red Robin: ... Heh.

Dorothy touched the braids of the little wings. The side braids were twisted and tied with ribbons at the back of the head. It was a little princess hairstyle.

She cheerfully replied, "Dicky is handsome today, too."

"It's tied with little wings!"

Dick blinked, he didn't expect Little Wing to have such skills.

But Damian looked somber as if he had swallowed a ton of carrots: "Greyson..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was grabbed by Jason who came from behind: "Save some strength to eat."

Seeing that Damie didn't have time to respond, Bruce sighed.Damian really needs to rest for a few more days, the sequelae caused by the other world have not been completely eliminated.

Such mental damage is far more difficult to heal than physical damage.

The only thing that relieved Bruce was that the diagnosis showed that somehow Damian didn't suffer much damage.

Jason pulled up a chair and sat next to Dorothy.

"Hey, little red," Dick didn't notice Tim beside Jason until he took his seat, and he hurriedly remedied, "You look very energetic today."

Red Robin huddled in a chair, the blanket draped over his lap.Without lifting his eyelids, he grabbed a sandwich and gagged Dick's mouth: "I'm fine, don't worry."

Red Robin, who took a nap wrapped in a small tapestry last night, certainly looked good.

"Oh, yes. Do you remember my neighbor? She..."

Dick swallowed the sandwich calmly, and continued to perform stand-up comedy, from the neighbor's cat lost to Superman, and then from Big Blue to Avengers, and then went back to the police gossip in a perfect circle.

Dorothy listened with gusto, staring at Dick with bright eyes, tilting her head from time to time to take a bite of the little pudding Jason handed to her mouth.

Dick, who had an audience, spoke more vigorously.

Jason rolled his eyes, and he hadn't seen him speak so well when he was arguing with Bruce.

He took a bite of the fried egg: "Why doesn't GCPD invite you to the talk show?"

"This is a rare opportunity to reduce the crime rate in Gotham," Tim agreed. "After all, there are only 24 hours in a day, and your audience has absolutely no time to do anything."

Dick: A bunch of stinky brothers.

Surrounded by children, Bruce enjoys sweet little troubles.

"Fortunately, I brought you a gift," Dick spread his hands, he paused for a while pretending to be mysterious, "Today is the cosplay exhibition, remember?"

"I remember!" Dorothy, never cold, asked expectantly, "Are we going to play together?"

The large-scale superhero-themed cosplay exhibition jointly held by Metropolis and Gotham will last for nearly a week.

"Of course," Bruce interjected, "after the opening ceremony of the tech fair."

It was a technology expo led by Wayne Group and Stark Group, and it happened to be held in Gotham this year.At this time of year, a batch of big orders will be signed, and many companies are already gearing up.

Dick grabbed the backpack hanging from the back of the chair, put it on his knees, and poked his head: "Wait a minute, let me look for it."

A bad premonition emerged in Red Robin's heart, and sure enough, the next moment——

"Dangdangdang——" A domino mask appeared in front of Red Robin.

Immediately afterwards, everyone in the surrounding circle was given a Robin-style domino mask, except for Bruce.

Bruce got an autographed one-shot of Superman—he remembers Dick had a stack, and strongly suspects it was random, as a small revenge for not pissing off Batman—but he hasn't commented on it yet, I heard Dick giving Dorothy a brainwashing bag:

"Bruce likes Superman, and he was saved by Superman."

The idol of the Big Blue Jay is Superman.But he was right, Baby Brucey was indeed saved by Superman, in full view.

"That's why he has been funding the Justice League." Dick secretly changed the concept.

Red Robin held up a corner of the mask and shook it in front of his eyes: "I think you are perfunctory us."

Each Robin has a dozen masks, the black-tech ones.Whenever Tim wanted it, Red Robin's fancy signature could appear on it.

"I should thank you for knowing how to take a different mask?" Damian interjected.

"You're welcome," Dick smiled briskly, "it should."

He added: "If that's your intention, I'd love to. How about a plate of cookies?"

Damian: Tsk, no way.

But he took it anyway, even though he also had a room full of domino masks.

Jason's mask was red, with "Forever Jaybird" engraved on the inside, he ignored Dick's gaze towards him, put the mask back on and said nothing.

"Baby," Dick blinked playfully, then turned to Dorothy and asked, "Guess what I brought you?"

He smiles like a younger version of Santa Claus, the kind that kids really like.

"Dickie is used to pleasing girls," Jason snorted.

Red Robin: I still have a bad feeling.

"Dangdang." A pair of toy batarangs appeared in front of Dorothy's eyes. "The limited edition toy that children like most, I managed to grab it."

"And tied a pink bow on purpose." Dick observed that Dorothy liked pink very much.

For a while, the room was silent.Only Yewing, who knew nothing, was still there boo-boo-boo.

Oh, his poor elder brother is really stupid because of working night shifts. Red Robin took a sip of his coffee expressionlessly, and stretched out his hand to pull the small tapestry.

Dorothy reached for the toy batarang without saying a word.

That pair was really hidden by her, and the whole of Gotham was her storage place.

"Um, do you like Batman?" Nightwing finally realized what was wrong, he asked confused.

"No," said Dorothy, who was less inclined to discuss the darkness, but she was willing to respond to Dickie.

She put down the milk glass, and the empty glass hit the dining table with a crisp sound, accompanied by a serious little milk voice, "But I know him well enough."

If you want to beat your opponent, thought Dorothy, you must know everything about him.

"I know him, and Nightwing, and Red Robin and Robin."

There was a circle of milk mustache on the corner of her mouth, and she wiped her mouth indiscriminately, but Jason wiped it clean with a tissue.

She doesn't know that Red Hood is the second Robin.This is not surprising, because most people don't know it.

"What about Nightwing?" Dickie asked.

"I think he should lose some weight." Dorothy shook her head, and nearly broke the blue bird's heart.

Dorothy, who was almost buried by the countless dust thrown up by the big blue bird's shocking leap, said that he was very heavy!

Oh, forgot to write this in my diary, I'll add it tonight.

Everyone's eyes were on Ye Yi's upturned buttocks, even he subconsciously touched it, and he was relieved until he felt the familiar touch.

Uh, not fat.

"Robin is cute," said Dorothy, jumping over Red Robin. "Why doesn't he kick Batman and go it alone?"

She also liked Robin quite a bit. Although he was violent and poisonous, he didn't cheat her.

Bruce glanced at Damian subconsciously: ...a good question.

"Have you ever known Red Robin?" Jason glanced at the floral blanket on Tim's lap.Tim clenched his hands under the table and quietly pricked up his ears.

"Red Robin..." Dorothy froze for a moment, she thought about it in distress for a moment, then blinked and said, "Uh, I don't remember."

She hadn't seen it.

Tim Red Robin: ...

He felt he couldn't sit still.

Stirring his coffee mug, Tim interjects nonchalantly, "I heard he can fly."

Neither detective nor deduction seemed to appeal to the little girl who loves cartoons, so he decided to adopt a devious strategy.

"Really?" Dorothy exclaimed a little.

"Actually, it's a hang glider." Jason saw through Tim's careful thinking, and the two reds parted ways. "I can give you one if you like."

"Of course, you can only touch it, not play it," he warned.

"There are so many superheroes, who do you like the most?" Red Robin pushed back.

Without thinking, Dorothy said, "Red Hood."

Although his pecs were a little hard, Dorothy thought that was okay.

The red hood tried hard to suppress the upturned corners of the mouth, maintaining a calm personality: "What a coincidence, I like him too. How about you, Bruce?"

Baby Bruce:  …

Dorothy blinked: "If Dad, you were Chaoying, I would like you the most."

Jason almost couldn't hold back his laughter, and looked at Bruce defiantly.

Facing Jason's gaze, Baby Bruce felt that he had to get revenge. He cleared his throat and was about to speak—

But the maniacal laughter from the TV screen ruined everything, and the warm atmosphere came to an abrupt end.

Another clown.

The second the clown's creepy smile appeared, Jason stood up with a bang, and covered Dorothy's eyes.

Until Dick cut the power to the screen.

The atmosphere suddenly condensed, and the stagnation of the air was almost as solid as vibrating gold.

Dorothy scooped up a mouthful of rice angrily, the clown was so annoying.Her father and brother were terrified.

"Why did you escape again?" Ye Yi blurted out.Dorothy agrees, having seen the Joker on screen on her first day.

Arkham is like paper.

Almost at the same time, Batman's communicator rang.

It's Gordon's message.

Tim hinted, "Bruce, is that a message from the board?"

Bruce understood: "Of course."

He rested his forehead in distress, and pretended to complain: "At this juncture, another banquet is going to be held, and it is said to be preparations for the technology exhibition in advance."

"But it's okay, that Mr. Black Paint should be able to solve it."

The whole bat nest was blown up, and it was almost pouring out.

"Father, I'm going!" Damian said.

Dorothy, who was buried in the rice, opened her eyes wide, put down the spoon and raised her hand: "I want it too!"

She hasn't been to the party yet!

Damian turned his head and raised his eyebrows: "Dorothy, you stay at home and do your homework well."

Damian sent her a bunch of homework and tutorials.

Dorothy objected: "Why can you go?"

"Because I don't need to do my homework." He was proud.

"Baby, you reminded me," Baby Brucey came over and patted Damian on the shoulder, and said briskly.

"Damian, you stay with Dorothy on her homework."

He rubbed Damian's head and blinked: you're still grounded.

Damian, who had jumped off the chair, froze.

Jason drove the two big-eyed and small-eyed cubs back to the room: "Don't run around, or Batman will catch you and make soup."

Bruce, who was playing on his mobile phone on the surface, was actually communicating with Gordon: ... I'm listening.