[Zhongyingmei] The style of the game is wrong

What is the biggest commonality between Little D and Little D?

They all love Brucey Baby.

So, thanks to Bruce's spitting photos, he tied the friendship boat that was almost broken by the huge waves firmly to the reef, even if it was crumbling.

The two who had reached a consensus fled hand in hand while no one was at home, and went straight to Gotham Central Park.And agreed that accomplices help reduce the likelihood of a whistleblower.

Of course, it cannot be denied that the Bat doll and Superman's autograph greatly increased the allure.

"No, we came out to exercise." Little Dorothy tweeted, stuffing snacks into her mouth as she spoke.

A sliver of sunlight pierced through the clouds, and was immediately covered by the rolling clouds.

Even though the exhibition has been held for several days, Gotham Central Park is still very lively and popular. It has not been affected by the Arkham Asylum riots in the past few days, and as things gradually subside, it still looks more and more hot .

The once empty and lonely field is now filled with superheroes, big and small.Those that can move but can’t move, those that are alive can’t be taken home, and those that are not alive can be taken home with a green ticket... fluffy.

Dorothy even saw a little guy in a Batman suit with a video camera hanging around his neck playing disco.

...Probably Batman's outfit, although it looks like he's covered in black cloth.

Numerous small houses were built on the platform, and the two runaways walked side by side on the street. Through the wide open door, you can see that it is full of plush dolls and various styles of Superhero souvenirs.

Dorothy was wearing the original hoodie, and the little white wings were attached to her back with the hood, and she flicked and flicked as she bounced.

She picked up the fruit in her hand, scooped it into her mouth one spoon at a time, and the crystal clear grape pulp was cool.

"Are you still buying it?" She bit the spoon and swallowed the last bite, looking at Damian beside her with blue eyes.

"No, I don't like it." Damian flatly refused without looking sideways.

Little Dorothy automatically translated his words: Don't say it, I like it, but I don't have time to do it.

He already held a pair of plush dolls in his arms—Batman and Robin Bird. The chubby cute dolls almost buried him, and more had been packed and were about to come to Wayne Manor.

Yes, a pair.

Dorothy's backpack was replaced with a Superman-style one, and a badge "R" representing Robin Bird was pinned to it—Damian quickly put it on the schoolbag and warned not to take it off.

"Otherwise, I'll paint your Superman bag to look like Batman." He threatened skillfully.

The Chaoying ice cream machine was set up by the side of the road, and the cute Chaoying icon inserted above it swayed happily in mid-air, waving to Dorothy.

Dorothy's eyes lit up for a moment, and she leaned over to put the empty fruit box into the trash can, and ran over.

"You can't eat anymore," Damian who was buried behind the doll stood still, "I don't want to be asked by my father why you sank so much, and the bird that fell into the puddle absorbs water and swells..."

Before he could finish speaking, he stopped.His heart suddenly jumped and startled him, and the astonishing palpitations burst out and disappeared in a flash.The keen Robin Bird grasped this feeling, and his brows were furrowed.

It's like... the feeling of chasing the shadow that night, but suddenly being involved in the game.Damian became uneasy, this incident has always been a thorn in his heart.

He had to go and check it out.

Damian quickly patrolled around, locked on a direction, and spoke quickly: "You play by yourself first."

Then he pushed it neatly into Dorothy's arms.

"Little D, what flavor do you want? Vanilla or chocolate...Little D?" Dorothy was still lying in front of the ice cream machine and looked carefully. Different superheroes have different flavors, but she turned her head and was stuffed .

When she rubbed her head out of the doll in a daze, the silly brother Damian disappeared.

"Did he see the limited edition Batman?" Dorothy smacked her lips and complained a little.

Damian definitely stepped into the fluff and couldn't move his legs, gone forever.

There were plush shops all around, and for a moment Dorothy couldn't tell where he had gone.

"Well, there's really nothing I can do about you."

Dorothy first carried the doll to the storage room, stored the listing in a small bag, and then turned back to the Chaoying ice cream machine.

Except for his venomous mouth, Damian is actually quite cute, and he is not as bad-tempered as Little Wing said.

Dorothy chose an ice cream in the three primary colors of Superman, a mix of blueberry, cranberry and mango, sweet and sour.

"Damian?" She called again, but no one responded in the crowd.

Dorothy wandered around for a while, feeling that she had no interest in playing, so she sat down and ate ice cream.

Next to the chairs for tourists to rest, there is a newsstand painted to look like Superman, but the boss has hung a bat sign.

Something slammed on the ground with a dull sound, which attracted Dorothy's attention.

It sounded like Damian took out his homework and smashed it in front of her. Dorothy was terrified, and she looked over.

It's a big bundle of newspapers.

"It was printed urgently," said the bearded man in blue overalls, lying on the window of the newsstand, carrying it on his shoulders and passing it into the newsstand. "It's big news."

"Big news? There is no big news in Gotham." A slightly vicissitudes of life sounded through the newsstand.

The bearded man took the money, tapped it a few times, crumpled it up and put it back in his pocket.The bulging feel of the pocket made him feel a lot happier, and he was happy to answer a few words:

"That rich guy Bruce seems to have a crush on Superman." To prove himself, he added, "Superman was photographed when he came to Gotham last night."

"It's written in the newspaper, and it's even printed on the front page." He lit a cigarette, left the words behind and opened the car door, and left, "Goodbye, I have to go to the next one."

Dorothy lifted the ice cream to her mouth.This is not unusual, she thought happily, Superman came to save me last night, and it has nothing to do with Dad, can't imagine.

- but then

A small exclamation came along with the sound of flipping through the newspaper: "Aren't Bruce and Batman a couple?"

"My God, I'm still waiting for the day when they announce their marriage!"

Dorothy's blue eyes were wide open, and with a flick of her hand, the ice cream slapped on her little chin, dripping down and sticking to her clothes.

Who's pairing with whom?Dad and Batman!

She threw away the ice cream, wiped it carelessly, then took out a small steel coin from her pocket, handed it over on tiptoe, and said eagerly, "A newspaper."

"...Okay." The owner of the newsstand was in a trance, looking unbelievable after being hit hard.

Dorothy was no less shocked than him, and she asked in a daze: "How do you know they are together?"

The newsstand owner's voice was erratic, and he subconsciously replied: "Everyone in Gotham knows."

Dorothy browsed in a hurry with her head down, flipped the newspaper, then closed it with a snap and rolled it into a ball under her small arms, and jumped out with her short legs looking at the gap between the crowd.

In the middle, I almost ran into a short man in a bat costume.

The proprietor went on dreamily, but Dorothy did not hear. "Otherwise, where did Batman get that damn expensive equipment? Only Wayne has this strength."

She stumbled and ran a long way, made a big circle and ran straight across the crowd to an extremely remote corner.It was near here that she caught the Mad Hatter last night.

The abandoned flower bed was blocked against the wall, she squatted under the wall, took out her mobile phone and stuck it to her little ear.

The moment the call was connected, her soaring high-pitched voice almost spiraled into the sky and soared into the sky, almost shocking the sun down.

"Brucie, I won't allow it!"

She clenched the newspaper so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

"Dad," Dorothy spoke quickly, and the words came out of her small mouth without stopping, "You are still too young to be fooled by Batman."

"You can't be with Batman."

"He's not a nice guy. Really!"

"I won't let Batman take it from you."

Dorothy's voice was murmured and confused, and Bruce was stunned.

He's lying in the boss' chair behind his desk, avoiding Tim when he comes to Wayne Group.On the opposite side is the overtime superman who is so hopeless that he almost wants to jump off the building.

Whether it's as a reporter for the Daily Planet or as Superman in the Justice League, he's driven to the point of insanity.

After the Wayne Group acquires the Daily Planet, he will really have to make a living under Brucey's hands.At the thought, Superman covered his face in despair.

People who pinch their wages and wallets are always the scariest.

"...Baby? What's wrong?" Bruce propped his elbows on the side of his face, his beautiful cobalt blue eyes blank for a moment.

But he reacted immediately, and quickly turned on the computer to lock the target.What was presented on the screen was freshly released and still hot lace news.

The little Planet Daily reporter who didn’t know what happened was stupefied. The super hearing captured all the sounds for him, and then stuffed them into his brain that was about to stop functioning—even the super brain couldn’t stand the bats. Xia's toss.

Is that Bruce's daughter?Also, what does it mean that Batman and Bruce are together?Isn't Bruce Batman?He was dazed.

"Uh, baby, listen to me, things are not what you think." Bruce reacted and spoke immediately.

But Dorothy's resistance to Batman was beyond Bruce's expectations.

Dorothy interrupted him -- little Dorothy never did that before.

An indescribable resistance to Batman haunted her, lingering.

Later, she will find out the hidden bat dart and duel with Batman!

"You don't know," she said angrily, but she forgot how to say it in anxiety, "that is, if a person saves you in a crisis, then you will misunderstand and have a good impression of him."

"Call, call..."

Damian once told her a theory, but little Dorothy forgot in a hurry.

The little girl held back, she stood up and stamped her feet angrily.

Superman, who was huddled in the chair and filled the quail, kindly interjected, and reminded: "The drawbridge effect."

Bruce turned his head and gave him a blank stare, and Superman fell silent for a moment.

"Yes, the drawbridge effect." Dorothy breathed a sigh of relief, she was almost dying of anxiety just now, "It's all an illusion."

"This is not love!"

Superman finally realized that Bruce's daughter had misunderstood something, he suppressed a smile, and shook his shoulders.

Rao, Bruce and Batman are together!

"I know, Batman saved you," Dorothy continued.

But Batman kept threatening her, she sucked her fingers anxiously, but she couldn't show her vest, so she could only repeat over and over that they couldn't be together.

She didn't care about Superman.Superman came to rescue her yesterday, and everyone he rescued was embraced by the princess.

Even if it was true, with Batman as the base, she would be pleasing to everyone.

"I'll contact the Kent reporter from the Daily Planet," Dorothy grabbed a blade of grass and pulled it down, "give him a big break."

Dorothy was indignant, Batman ate Wayne's and used Wayne's, and ended up messing with the Joker.

Dorothy wants to expose him, so that both Superman and Bruce can recognize Batman's true colors.

"He can connect with Superman."

Clark Kent, who was suddenly called, looked confused.

"If you have to find one, you might as well live with Superman." Dorothy squeezed out a sentence in a trembling voice.

Brucey is the first in her heart, and Superman also has to stand behind. As for Batman, the position of the little black account is all reserved for him.

Single father with five children:  …

Caught off guard and irritated, Superman froze with a smile. He subconsciously covered his chest, and then put his hands down embarrassingly.

Superman was embarrassed, kicked the leg of the table and made a sound, and was thrown by the alliance consultant with a bat.

He felt like his man of steel was as thin as paper Arkham now.

"Rao," Superman suddenly regained consciousness, he thought in horror, "Will I be silenced?"

Dorothy was still worried, and she almost plucked all the weeds around her: "You are not allowed to sleep outside tonight."

"Don't go to Batman!"

"I'll sleep in your room with Damian hugging the quilt."

The silly brother Damian was dazzled by the enemy's sugar-coated shells.Batman is about to enter the house, and he even helps to cover!

Dorothy was heartbroken and undeserved.

Brussie is obviously a silly white sweet who brings her daughter home casually. At the Wayne Hotel, she hugged her thigh and called her father, and then took her back.

Silly white sweet dad can't stand against the deep and scheming darkness of the city government.

She supported the flower bed and sat down, and took a breath of relief: "Let's go back and talk at night."

Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose, and glanced at Clark who was about to ascend to heaven: "I didn't fall in love with Batman."

"But we do need a conversation. Let's do it tomorrow morning."

Dorothy was suddenly alert: "Come back by ten o'clock."

Bruce: "...12 o'clock."

Dorothy insisted: "09:30!"

Brucey said with difficulty: "...Okay, 10 o'clock." He gave in, and put his daughter to sleep before going out to dance.

Dorothy felt that she had not done her duty as a daughter.

Life is not easy, Xixi sighed again.Caring for dad means not only satisfying him materially, but also giving him a sense of security spiritually.

Dorothy reviewed herself: "It's my fault, I don't care too much about Dad."

The old father, who seemed to have a misplaced identity, choked: ... something seemed wrong?

He hesitated for a while before saying, "Where did you see that?"

Dorothy glanced across the newspaper in her hand, paused for a moment on the name of Peter Parker, and silently remembered it in her heart.

"Newspaper." The little milk voice added, "The Bugle Daily."

Standard answer, Bruce thought blankly.The New York papers are as troubled as Tony Stark.

Superman, who finally reacted, took out his phone in a hurry and opened it quickly.In such a short time, the news has spread to Gotham's new explosion, and the most discussed topic is "Baby Brucey is suspected of being green".

Of course, there are still some people who think that Baby Bruce is green for Batman and Superman.

"Baby, you have to know that these newspapers sometimes publish some eye-catching lace news, which can't be taken seriously."

"Also, where are you?" He was silent for a moment, and the old father who returned to his senses suddenly grasped the focus, "Where's Damian?"

Dorothy babbled a bit, then said reluctantly, "He's buried in the fluff and can't pull his feet out."

"And got rid of me because of Fluffy."

Damian who knew nothing about the stroke and was killed again: ...

The tired old father Bruce: ...very good, he slipped away again.

Dorothy, who was furious like a blowfish, wanted to say something, but the sudden sound of the game prompt interrupted her.

[Dungeon: A Doll's House]

Teammate: Spiderman

Mission description: Find her and take her away.

"You can't be with Batman," Dorothy said again emphatically, finishing hastily, "hang up and leave me alone."

With the sound of hanging up the phone with a click, Bruce turned to Clark with a grim expression.

Superman who stepped into Gotham trembled: Should I sneak back to Metropolis.

He tried to salvage it, at least from the death penalty to a reprieve.So he cleared his throat and said first, "I met that reporter this morning, Peter Parker."

Stress is indeed conducive to improving work efficiency.Clark quickly sorted out his thoughts, and the events of the early morning clearly came to mind.He thought of the rather shy boy and the people around him, and he had a goal in his heart.

"It's Boris," he explained. "He's notorious in the press."