[Zhongyingmei] The style of the game is wrong

"The world is full of oppression and exploitation..."

The voice of the little milk wandered in the room, and Dorothy's tone was up and down like a philosopher possessed.

"Then you have to do your homework too." Damian sneered.

He sat with his chest folded and played with his mobile phone, and looked up at Dorothy who was doing homework at the desk from time to time, full of momentum.

Not as tall as the dean, but with the aura of the dean.

...or like a cell boss.

No, the two are each other's prison bosses.Today's Jason is still witty.

Dorothy kicked the foot of the table, flipped another page angrily, and poked hard at the blank space with her pencil.

Taking advantage of the trend, I drew a small wing, although it looks like three circles strung together.

The homework exercises are all from Damian's friendly gift, which is called catching up with the progress of children of the same age before school starts.

When such a large stack of books fell in front of her eyes with a clang, Dorothy, who was holding the cookie, was so frightened that the cookie dropped.

It fell to pieces with Careful Heart.

"Don't get too moved," Damian's demonic voice still echoed in Dorothy's ears, "There's not enough, there's as much as you want."

"Although I don't mind you taking me as a role model, my reputation will be damaged if my followers are too weak." The little devil held grudges, and he looked critically at the shivering little bastard.

Coupled with the venom sprayed by Damian in reality, little Dorothy was almost double-criticized, and she was like a little boy who had lost his dream of bear life.

Damian moved his neck and said mercilessly, "Tsk, are you graffiti?"

Dorothy's handwriting was crooked, as if drawn out.

"Or are you ready to go to kindergarten?"

I don’t know whether it’s because of her memory or lack of formal education, she has almost no understanding of a lot of knowledge—fairy tales are not counted, and almost all of Dorothy’s skill points are on fairy tales.

By the way, does anyone really teach fairy tales?Damian frowned and thought, shouldn't this be made up to put the cubs to sleep?

As strong as Damian, he doesn't bother to listen to fairy tales - although no one tells him.

Bruce has his own plan for Dorothy's situation.It so happened that Damian was grounded, so Bruce happily arranged for him to give Dorothy extra lessons.

To enhance the relationship, find something for Damian to release his energy by the way, lest he want to go out to patrol at night every day.

Damian was dissatisfied: ... Tsk.

He did have to admit, though, that Dorothy looked rather silly and acted like a little girl half her age.But her natural high IQ is enough for her to cope with everything at hand.

The clever little Dorothy made rapid progress, her quick thinking never forgot, the initial stumbling soon disappeared, and she gradually became more comfortable.

Hmm... barely on par with a three-year-old Damian just starting out.

Damian internally gave her a passing grade.

But the little devil won't let Dorothy cock her tail.Damian, who believes in persecution education, is just like Gatlin.

Obviously, Damian thought proudly, his father was also responsible for his high IQ.

"By the way, there is no fairy tale class in kindergarten."

His eyes fell back to the phone screen, and he hacked into the GCPD system to carefully search for information about the clown's escape.While operating, he criticized the backwardness of the police system.

Don't mention the Black Bat computer, Damian doesn't want to think about it.

Poor Dorothy: Little Wing, where are you QAQ

Dorothy dropped her pen with a snap, folded her hands on her chest, and turned to stare at Damian angrily.

Damian raised his eyelids and gave her a sideways look: "Why, want to rebel?"

"I'm done." Dorothy blinked back, unafraid.

Damian stopped swiping the screen, put down the phone and put it on the table, crossed his legs and casually peeled off the snatched candy and threw it into his mouth.

"Oh, is that so?" He deliberately chewed crunchy in front of her.

Dorothy, who was robbed of candy, became even angrier.

Dorothy proposed to watch cartoons before, but after being rejected by the dictator Damian, she tried to use the hidden candy to instigate the overbearing dictator——

As a result, I lost candy and had no animation.

"I'll tell father you stole the candy." Damian swallowed the candy.

Dorothy was stunned, she stood up and accused angrily: "You are unreasonable."

Ba Zong Mi arrogantly said: "Now I am the truth."

Dorothy poked and poked Damian with her little fingers, and now she looked like a cat whose tail had been trampled by Batman.

"By the way, did the Red Hood step on your tail?" He used what he learned, and Damian, who fought back, was refreshed, "I'll return this sentence to you."

Little Dorothy was dumbfounded.

Damian, who has not yet entered the period of voice change, also speaks a small voice, but it is slightly crispy, making people want to take a bite.

The voice of the little milk is passionate and passionate.

Like a toy bumper car, bang bang bang bang.If the mother bird was here, her heart would melt.

Damian raised his hand to his chin, quickly rolled up the scattered candy wrappers with one hand, and threw it perfectly at the wastebasket. The ball-shaped candy wrappers drew a sharp arc and fell into it with a "swoosh".

"It's the last one," Damian clicked his lips, "it doesn't taste very good either."

The candy is too sweet, and Damian suspects Dorothy will have cavities.Well, make a note of this.

The cute cub who was caught by the devil cub was so angry: Bite him!Aww~

"You can't bite me even if you jump up." Damian, who took off his family's shortest title, looked back over Dorothy's head, "I can hold you down with one hand."

His eyes lingered on the children's picture books on the bookshelf, and he showed off: "When I was ten years old, I had already read all the famous books in the world."

"It was the same when my father was ten years old."

The oppressed little poor couldn't bear it any longer and decided to rebel.

Bah, bah, bah, what kind of rebellion, why Damian has the final say! ?

Grandma Dorothy leaned over ferociously, looked him up and down, and drew out her little voice to gather strength to fight back.

"I heard from Little Wing that you tried to run away from home when you were ten years old, but you were caught and beaten up."

"Did Dad do it? No."

Damian's smug expression immediately disappeared, and he burst like a small inflated balloon with a "swoosh".

Todd, he gritted his teeth, don't let me catch you.

Dorothy, who won the round, was delighted: Come on, let's hurt each other.

Temporary truce.

She sat back on the chair and solemnly touched the toy bat dart.

The toy bat dart given by Dick was placed on Dorothy's desk, and the bow was torn off as a ribbon and tied on the bunny lamp.

Dorothy swings her dart and swears: She's going to poke Batman's ass hard.

The fairy tale says that a warrior with a firm belief is invincible, and Dorothy firmly believes in it.

Damian wanted to knock open Dorothy's little head every day to see what was inside.

——It is probably a fairy tale mixed with sweet candies, covered with a thick layer of frosting, and sprinkled with gold powder.

Dorothy poked the toy batarang, then stared up at the little star on the ceiling, wondering when she would bring home the real batarang she had hidden.

She suddenly thought of something, twisted her body on the back of the chair, and waved cheerfully to Damian.

"Little D, do you like Batman or Robin?" She was curious.

Damian was a strong boy, Dorothy thought, and he was the bravest in the family, and perhaps the strongest in fighting.

He seems to be fearless, and he hates the sky and the air.

Dorothy had a keen sense that Damian would probably like them.

But when discussing Chaoying, Damian didn't say much.

"You can only choose one." She raised a little finger and waved it.

This is an extremely difficult multiple-choice question, so difficult that Robin fell into a tangle.

"...Batman." After a while, he squeezed out a word between his teeth.

He quickly answered: "Of course the current Robin is recognized as the strongest Robin."

Damian eyed the name of Batman covetously, and scoffed at Dorothy's dinner table talk about kicking Batman and going it alone.

When Damian chose to have difficulty attacking, Dorothy took the opportunity to lean over and stand beside him.

The page has been changed a long time ago, and now it presents major news from Gotham.

"The fastest efficiency in history - the clown's escape time hits a record low"

An extremely efficient arrest, the clown was knocked down by the butt of a gun from the red hood that jumped out before he finished his impromptu speech.The hostages were also successfully rescued by Batman who arrived.

The blasting equipment installed by Harley Quinn was also safely removed.

Both the clown and the harley woman returned home.It went smoothly like a half-day vacation in Gotham.

Damian keenly felt something was wrong, but couldn't put it into words.

In the comments, there is already a lively discussion about whether to call Gotham speed or bat speed. The two factions with different opinions split up and then reconciled.

After all, there is no difference between the two titles.

There are also discussions such as "Red Hood Speed" and "Robin Speed", but since Robin does not appear, the latter is the weakest.

Of course, there is no such thing as GCPD speed.Shouldn't the transportation team arrive in half a day?Or intra-city logistics!

Apparently, the babysitter, Damien, gave another grumpy "tsk" as he was home with the kids.

Dick, the ex-nanny, expressed his joy at the turn of events, and the irritable boy Damian made him a lot of trouble when he first arrived.

"I don't like to watch those childish and ridiculous cartoons. If I want to play, I can play big ones." Damian raised his voice.

"You like My Little Pony?" he said deliberately. "No surprise."

Dorothy, who is lying on my little pony pillow and playing Rubik's cube: ...

"My father is an extreme sports enthusiast. He is proficient in skydiving, rock climbing, and rainforest exploration." Damian said, "Of course, so do I."

"Yeah, I got it." Dorothy glanced at Damian with a look of "I can't help you", then turned her back to Damian with a whimper.

Damian can't say anything away from his father-whether it's Mingxuan or Anxiu.

He seemed to be a little needy of love, but he didn't say it outright, and he caught Dorothy all day long.

Dorothy felt it was hinting at her, so she decided to tell Brucey's father when he got back.

Forgot to mention, she stands firmly on "Red Hood Speed".

...Also, the single-player long-term mission [Good Citizen Dorothy].

She glanced at the system panel, isn't it the Joker, the Harley Quinn, and the Mad Hatter?Why only two were captured?

Are they planning something?Dorothy was a little confused.

As the quest started, the little red light representing the Mad Hatter lit up and wandered around Gotham Central Park.Dorothy remembers that, it was one of the places where the cosplay show was held.

And, again, Arkham really is paper.

"Aren't you bored when nobody talks at home?" Dorothy lowered her head and asked.

"Not boring." Damian's voice rang above her head, and Dorothy felt the hood of her hoodie sink.

Dorothy: ? ? ?

She took it out with her backhand. It was a bag of sugar, which was beautifully packaged.Dorothy, a little illiterate who only knows English, can't recognize the language above, and can't tell what the brand is.

Dorothy was stunned, and rushed over to hug Damian.

"Thank you, little D." Little Dorothy was super easy to talk to at this moment, "You want to exchange for candies, just tell me."

"No, I don't like candy." Damian was still unhappy.

Damian leaned against the window and looked out the window: "Do you want to watch cartoons?"

Dorothy looked at him with some surprise.

After Damian erased all traces, he stuffed the phone into Dorothy's arms.He took this phone from the Batcave today, and there are no files stored there.

"Are you trying to sneak out?" Dorothy was suddenly wary.

"Pretend you didn't see it, did you hear it?" Damian put his pockets in his pocket and turned to leave. When he opened the door, he turned his head to warn again, and his eyes stopped on the phone to hint.

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Little Dorothy thought for a while, nodded, and stretched out her hand to her mouth to make a gesture of zipping.

Satisfied, he turned and left.

Dorothy kept in mind Little Wing's remarks about arresting the soup and going to the parents in case of trouble, so--

She immediately turned on the phone, entered the phone number she had memorized, and said in one breath: "Dad, Damian sneaked out to find you!"