[Zhongyingmei] The style of the game is wrong

Red Hood went straight to Wayne Manor, and the wind howled and slapped on his hood.

That blurry tall figure was Bruce, Jason gritted his teeth - even if it was turned into ashes and mixed into the slag, he could pick it out like Cinderella picked beans.

But the little girl took all his attention, and he was so shaken that he could hardly keep his mind.

Thanks to God's gift, he finally proved that he was not crazy.

God's gift - the meaning of Dorothy's name.

All the mysteries circling in his mind were suddenly solved, weird premonitions, subconscious intimacy, keys, family photos, milk bottles... all kinds of clues were finally arranged obediently, waiting for Jason to review.

He thought of the family portrait seen through the jumble of lines, the keys that Dorothy wore around her neck—"Why don't you hang the keys around your neck?"

Those were the words he had told Dorothy.

There are also his baby-sitting skills that are so proficient that he is amazed, and Dorothy's little habits that are inadvertently revealed-for example, saying hello to the objects.

And baby bottles and milk powder, no matter who puts them in such a conspicuous - handy place in the kitchen - place.Anyway, after Jason brewed it, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

And Dorothy's childish innocence that does not match her super high IQ also clearly shows the problem.

"Maybe I brought up little Dorothy."

"She never fell from the sky without warning, but returned to the world after going through hardships."

They are all wandering ghosts who have finally seized their time and found a home.

But how old was Dorothy when she disappeared, four years old?Still five years old?Jason couldn't help thinking wildly.

Memories that were so fragmented that they couldn't be seen emerged.

"The evidence is right under my nose." He took off his hood, stuffed it in the locomotive, and threw the locomotive into the hidden place of the manor.

A head of messy hair broke free from the hood, scrambling to breathe the familiar air of Wayne Manor, showing the same eagerness as their owners.

It wasn't until Jason stepped on the carpet in Dorothy's bedroom that he recovered.

The tactical boots that were too late to be replaced scuffed the snow-white carpet with mud, but he couldn't care less now.

Dorothy's cubicle was nothing out of the ordinary, but he insisted on following his instincts—just as he had recognized Dorothy at first sight.

He stood still and looked around, as if he was locking on the target.

After pausing for a while, he walked straight towards the loft bed, grabbed the bed and lifted it vigorously, and moved to the side.

Then he drew out the dagger, held the sharp blade against the wallpaper, and with a squeak, the newly decorated wallpaper fell down.

After the wallpaper peeled off, it was still the same white putty as anywhere else, but he only glanced at it, and continued to scrape the wall quickly and forcefully without stopping.

He thinks he knows a lot about his past self, and when he wants to hide something, he always does a good job.For example, cover up the graffiti of naughty children by some means.

Finally, Jason gave a hand——

Graffiti came into view, twisted swaths of paint stretching from the edge of the floor to the waist.Even if it is almost faded, people can't help but recall the once bright.

Jason's pupils shrank slightly, and he picked up the speed.

Four tall and one short stick figures broke into his eyes holding hands side by side.

"...It's a family portrait."

He had seen the picture Dorothy drew in the diary on surveillance, and it seemed that Dorothy's drawing method had never changed.

Jason raised his hand to touch the wall, and subconsciously groped along the lines. The cold frosty touch passed along his fingertips, and he vaguely recalled something.

It seemed to see little Dorothy stepping on a small stool to paint happily on the wall, and the paint was thrown all over the floor.Yes, and then little Jason hurriedly repainted the wall before Bruce went home to destroy the evidence.

He laughed.

If you fuck up, you should be angry with Bruce.

"My feeling is right." Jason murmured, so everything could be explained.

Dorothy was really his grandma.Suddenly one day, Dorothy disappeared, and for some reason everyone forgot about Dorothy.

It was as if her existence had been entirely erased.

Immediately afterwards, he pursed his lips, his eyes slanted outward, and his aura immediately became sharp——

"Also, how long are you going to hide, Bruce."

The next second, a voice came from outside the window.

"You're as sharp as ever, Jason."

Bruce Wayne jumped through the window, leaping over the carrots under the baffle to the ground without a sound.

He glanced over the wall in a daze, and fixed his eyes on his second son who had just returned home.

Jason tried to suppress the anger accumulated in his heart: "What are you hiding?"

"Or, are you testing?"

"Take me as a kind of clue."

He thought he was a detective, but he didn't expect that the detective was someone else, and he who was kept in the dark was just a clue under the magnifying glass in the detective's hand.

"I don't know much more than you," Bruce reassured softly, "and you made up the most critical link in the chain of evidence."

"Cough," he coughed with one hand fisted against his lips, and the conversation became more and more steady as soon as he opened up, "I mean, you did a great job, Jason."

Bruce started from his own abnormality, he always subconsciously brought some inappropriate things home, such as baby bottles, milk powder, cute little ribbons for tying hair... etc., those who are not suitable for a family without children Totally useless items.

It started with the year Jason left and continued for several years.

This made Batman feel wrong, but too weird to say anything.Everything was working normally, and he buried his doubts in his heart without evidence.

Until he found Dorothy and brought her home.

The black card in Dorothy's hand provided him with new ideas.At the end of the third floor was a locked door that matched the key around Dorothy's neck.And Bruce's own way of tying knots and braiding his hair.

Jason and Dick got close subconsciously, and he could see Tim and Damian's doubts and puzzlement.

At that time, he had already vaguely outlined the answer in his heart.

"She was drawn into the other world." He sighed while resting his forehead, "She was erased from the timeline."

"All traces were erased, and all traces were not revealed until Dorothy came home."

When Gotham appeared and the world fluctuated and became more and more out of control, he deliberated for a long time and decided to tell the whole story.

He was caught off guard by the changes in the situation, and the passive defense strategy was no longer applicable.

"You should be aware of the existence of parallel universes."

Jason hummed to show he knew.

Bruce begins to explain that all parallel universes are called watchworlds.And their meeting point constitutes the inner world, the core of everything, balanced in chaos.

The world is unique and is the support point of the world.

The inner and outer worlds do not interfere with each other.

Suddenly one day, the balance was broken, and the inner world began to invade the outer world.

"The above is my investigation."

After listening to Bruce's narration with his chest folded, Jason's beautiful eyebrows were tangled together.

The sky was overcast and dark, and the wind rolled in their direction through the open window and rolled the curtains of the bed.Bruce left the window open after jumping in.

"Nightwing and I got into an out-of-control fight, right in front of your room," Bruce said as he walked towards Jason, then stopped at a safe distance, turned around, and stared at the graffitied family portrait on the wall.

"When...you just passed away."

"We got out of control and cursed at each other, blamed each other for killing you..."

Bruce's voice was low and he tried his best to keep it steady, but the slightest tremor still penetrated into Jason's ears and gripped Jason's heart tightly.

Jason still put his arms on his chest, his invisible fists were clenched white under them, and he turned his head to the side: "I know, Alfred said."

Jason doesn't want to hear this, fight for him?

Be sober, he will never break up a fight, he will just applaud, Jason thought viciously.

A sense of irritability welled up in him, and he anxiously wanted to put a cigarette in his mouth—or do something else, as long as it would distract him—but reached into his pocket and found nothing.

Only then did he recall that he had thrown away the cigarette case far away for little Dorothy.

So he turned his attention to Dorothy's little rainbow pony, stretched out his long arms and held them in his arms, playing with them with great interest.

A conjecture kept assailing his confused head, his room was next door to Dorothy's bedroom...he dared not think about it any further...

Bruce sensed Jason's discomfort, and he didn't want to talk too much. It always hurts to expose the scars, especially when the scars are criss-crossed and tangled.Batman, who wraps himself in black, is also just a human being.

But there are always people who have to say it, and there is no way to escape for a lifetime.

Soon, Bruce's next words confirmed Jason's guess——

"Dorothy saw it, and I think she was hiding behind the door."

After a moment of silence, Bruce turned to talk about his findings: "The other world is abnormal, or the time she was involved in the other world happened after this."

One month after Jason left, the energy in the other world overflowed greatly.

Bruce once mistakenly believed that his mental abnormality was the aftermath of the invasion of the other world, but now it seems that Dorothy was involved in the other world.

Jason turned sharply to Bruce and muttered under his breath, "It's not hard to guess."

"Think of Dorothy's resistance to Batman."

"She's afraid of Batman." Bruce restrained himself, he supported Dorothy's crib, as if holding something in the palm of his hand, "Although she doesn't remember anything, her instinct will still remind her subconsciously."

"She thinks Batman took her father, took Dick away, took... you."

Jason lowered his head and stared at the toe of his shoe, and it took him a while to find his voice.

"Wait, but no one has forgotten the devil boy." He interrupted loudly, frowning, still a little puzzled.

"Indeed," Bruce gave him an encouraging look, "I guess to a different degree."

"Like the difference between a whole and a fragment."

Too many things happened today, Jason's mind was messed up.

He carefully put my little pony back in place, facing Bruce: "It seems that I am indeed the key link."

He explained: "The guidance from the depths of my soul led me to meet Dorothy."

"It's probably because of my death and resurrection," Jason cleared his throat, trying to analyze, "or the influence of Lazarus Pond."

Bruce muses, "Maybe it's the same thing."

He thought of the ominous green juice in Damian's mouth.

"I'm sorry. But when an unknown danger strikes, I must minimize the impact." The cobalt blue eyes looked at Jason gently.

"I can't take the pain of losing any of you anymore."

A straight shot hit the bull's-eye, and Jason was caught off guard. He opened his mouth to say something but closed it again, staring into Bruce's eyes without blinking.

No other meaning, he just wanted to see if the old bat had taken the wrong medicine.

"I'm so proud of Dorothy."

"She stayed true to herself," he added, "and left a family without regrets."

"Is our billionaire finally willing to pay for his poor language arts?" Jason finally couldn't help but ask.

He heard his teeth sour, and covered his mouth exaggeratedly: "But old bat, don't you consider changing your sentence?"

Bruce smiled and winked at him: "Fixed lines will make people remember deeply, this is the standard configuration of the protagonist, isn't it?"

Bruce, who groomed all the birds with one trick, said that it works as long as it works.

Jason's rare sense of humor almost blew his hair in horror, he blurted out: "For example: Iambatman?"

Bruce shrugged and imitated Jason's reply: "For example: Jason, I'm also proud of you."

Jason was uncomfortable this time, and he stared at Bruce.

Bruce, who just arrived from the Wayne Group, was wearing a casual jacket, with soft, broken hair casually draped over his forehead. The face of Brucey's baby was enough to make the whole of Gotham scream. Bruce, who had taken off his Batman shell, was so unfamiliar He was at a loss.

Obviously, Bruce Wayne strictly abided by everyone's sentence: Bruce was only allowed to step into Dorothy's bedroom, and he was deprived of this right for life.

So, Jason, who caught a chance, deliberately choked: "As Bruce Wayne?"

He's stuck on the second half of the sentence—not Batman.

"No, as a father." Bruce responded with a smile, he playfully raised his hands into the air, and then slowly closed them together under Jason's gaze.

"Whether it's Bruce Wayne or Batman."

They should be one, but fortunately it was not too late for him to wake up.

Bruce Wayne stared at his son, who had grown to almost the same level as him, and walked up to Jason's side, reaching out and patting him on the shoulder.

The handsome young man remained stubborn - even though his body froze.

"...I'm past the age of recognition."

But his whole body's aura softened, he no longer opened his teeth and claws as if looking for the right time to bite the opponent, but stretched out the flesh pads that hid the claws and patted them.

Bruce shrugged: "To me, you will always be my children."

Jason's panic was clearly reflected in his cobalt blue eyes.

Jason's eyes wandered, his ears were red, and he changed the subject: "You put the milk powder and baby bottles in such a conspicuous place."

"I bet you definitely have surveillance installed."

Jason regretted the words as soon as he uttered them. He closed his eyes in despair, unable to bear to listen any more.

Fucked up again, Jason thought, breaking down.He has already planned the process, first Bruce asserts the controlling words forcefully, he retorts, and then the two break up in the dispute, maybe they will fight... Wait!Jason pricked up his ears.

"Hey, please allow an old father's eagerness to learn cooking."

Bruce, who was forbidden from entering the kitchen, deftly resolved the embarrassment, and Jason stared at him with wide eyes.

I have to say, as if he had really gone to some top language arts college for further study, the words dipped in sugar kept jumping out from between his beautiful lips.

"Then poison us all to death?" Jason also understood, he kicked the last topic away, and bluffed, "Old Bat, you are really cruel."

"We haven't reached the point where we can't stop dying."

"However, I do have to admit," Jason complained half-truthfully, "it's really a good habit to lock the door casually."

"I forgive you."

Jason, who sneaked home and found the door locked, cut off his heart knot and threw it out.

"Thank you for your forgiveness." Bruce replied knowingly.

He took another step closer, and at this time his shoulders and Jason were tightly pressed together, like a normal father and son talking.

"And... don't give her a bottle." Bruce, "She's ten years old."

Bruce blinked teasingly: "Although your breastfeeding skills are absolutely world-class."

Jason gave him a cool look, but he didn't push Bruce away: "Be sober, didn't you buy this?"

"Also," Jason said seriously, "don't tell her about it."

"I'll find out."

Bruce corrected gently: "We."

To be honest, only when you become a parent can you understand the painstaking efforts of being a father, Dad Tong thought deeply.

He had completely forgotten the annoyance he felt when he was concealed and forcibly protected by Batman.Even riding along the path of Batman.

Daddy Pail suddenly understood this sweet little trouble.

Papa Bruce: ...There seems to be something wrong.

"It doesn't matter. Dorothy is a good child. She will understand when she grows up." Dad Pail has confidence in his cub, and the white hair on his forehead is proudly raised.

Brucey's father was confused: ... No, why are you so proud.

It was the communicator that broke the atmosphere, and Ye Yi's cheerful and lively voice came in: "Sweetie is on top, I was almost moved to tears, you're right, Xiao Hong."

His cheeks were bulging and his syllables were slurred.

In fact, this is exactly the case. After listening to the decryption, the audience was so nervous that they held their breath. They were relieved until the two stopped fighting each other. They squeezed the cookie and stuffed it into their mouths.

"I recorded it, enough to support you to cry every day." The red Robin Tim beside him was extremely indifferent, "So, please spare my cookie."

"They're crying too."

The big blue bird, who had noticed something from the beginning, went straight to Bruce after get off work and tried to reason.Then, they were squatted down by Tim who was monitoring them.

"Jason seems to have discovered something." Red Robin Tim finished his sentence and successfully joined the small group.

Bruce followed Jason back to Wayne Manor, where the two stayed on standby.

Jason's expression was blank for a second, and his deep and sharp eyebrows froze for a moment.

Shit, shit.Fuck brotherhood.The whole fucking is watching a show.

The irascible Jason Todd now wants to blow the skulls of those two chirping birds off with a single shot.

Bruce said before Jason: "A good detective always needs the support of the audience, doesn't he?"

"Always give people outside the situation a little chance to participate."

Red Robin Tim indifferent: ... No, I don't agree.I can find out myself.

Jason glared at the innocent Bruce, he gritted his teeth: "Really, there is something more touching, do you want to hear it?"

He said he vaguely recalled some memory fragments.

Of course, this is not meant to commemorate, after all, the bright future has been clearly displayed in front of him-to be hypocritical, a happy family, but don't want Jason to say it-he just wants to show off now.

Show off his memory.Although he didn't remember much, it was extremely pleasing to compare with these dazed people.

"Dicky, you know what? I just remembered our perfect fit."

Jason kept a secret: "I mean, the golden triangle."

"Yes, three people, not including you, Tibbo," Jason deliberately called Tim's nickname affectionately, but the tone of his voice seemed to be mixed with industrial saccharine, which was terribly fake and sweet.

"After all, you weren't there at the time."

Red Robin Tim: ... definitely on purpose.

Dicky Bird surprised: "Golden Triangle, to be honest, I like this name!"

Nightwing, who was once known as Gotham's dynamic duo, expressed his expectation.

"Of course you'd like it," Jason said with a quirky laugh.

Another dynamic duo -- Batman suddenly became alert.

Old father Bruce saw the corners of his cub's lips curl into a smile, and he subconsciously felt that this should not be a good name.

"Dorothy caused trouble, and I covered, or we both caused trouble together, and then blame you." Jason praised, not without malice, "What a great cooperation."

"I miss it so much."

Dicky Bird collapsed to the point of choking on his coffee: ...what the hell kind of Golden Triangle is this! ?

Red Robin snatched the coffee cup back from his elder brother, and did not forget to pierce the knife: "I finally know where Jason learned his skill of throwing pots."

Jason had to express that the words sound familiar.

Red Robin continued: "What do you think? Experience baby."

The experienced baby who was brushed by Little Wing's pot-throwing skills tried to win the round, and he decided to take the little brother who was not present.

"Hahaha, do you know? Little D put himself in the lost children's agency—"

Jason clearly heard the cracking sound of something falling on the ground from the communicator, mixed with Dicky's painful cry.

"Hey, little red, your cup - it's hot!"

Red Robin accidentally dropped the cup, and the sudden phone call from the devil boy came to mind. Before contacting himself, he deliberately told Dorothy in front of him-"If Damian is lost, you can go to the Lost Children Office to find him He brought it back."

He took a deep breath, twisted his neck and turned to Dick.

"Oh, and you know what? Your little boy lost Dorothy," said the last words through his teeth. "Bird, mother, mother."

The mother bird's expression cracked:! ! !