[Zhongyingmei] The style of the game is wrong

As soon as Jason finished speaking, the two cubs who were determined to be playing with mud all blew their hair.

Damian glared at Jason and said quickly, "Leave me alone, Todd."

"If you ask Dorothy again, you may get the satisfactory answer you want."

Immediately afterwards, he stood up suddenly and jumped back. Damian took a step back and stood behind Dorothy and calmly patted the corner of his clothes.

"Maybe she can tell you about the comfort of the soil and the experience of digging holes." Damian said "it's none of my business" with practical actions.

Dorothy made a small protest: "Little D!"

She also managed to stand up, but her short legs were numb from squatting, and she staggered and almost slipped.

Jason quickly reached out to grab the hood, avoiding the tragedy of little Dorothy gnawing on the mud, and pinched the little wings dangling on top of Dorothy's head.

Little Wing thinks that Little Wing feels as good as ever.

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Dorothy's figure skating skills are solid, and her posture is different.However, Jason's reaction speed was even better, and he never missed.

Red Robin was reasonably skeptical about this - especially after discovering Dorothy's parentage - and Jason had two experience babies, he used Dicky's pot-throwing skill and Dorothy's one-handed fishing skill Skill.

Damian moved a step slower. Compared with the tall Jason who can defuse the crisis with a single lift, Damian has to take a step forward.

He turned his hand that was frozen in mid-air as if nothing had happened, put it in his pocket and pretended to look up at the sky.

Jason raised his eyebrows and glanced at him. As expected of the cub of the old bat, his stubbornness was even worse.

"No, Little Wing," Dorothy stood firm, she quickly denied, grabbing Little Wing's sleeve, "this is a treasure hunt."

Find the hidden treasure of Gotham, carrying a pair of Batarangs of Dorothy's dreams.

She originally wanted to give little D a surprise, but now she decided not to talk about it, let Damian figure it out by himself.

"Oh, well, treasure hunting," Jason stood in front of the two, his hands on his hips, "so that's why you guys ran away from home."

Compared with the two dwarfs in front of him, Jason, who came out to catch the cub, was almost as tall as hell.

The two people who made up their statements in advance explained what they said before.

Concealed their sneaking things.

To be honest, Jason, who caught them off guard, was like raiding an Internet cafe suddenly, to catch the parents of the brats who had been hacking all night.

Jason simply summed it up as follows: the birds pursuing freedom flew around the exhibition, one landed on the plush pile, and the other went to explore the treasure cave.

"Is that true?" Jason turned to Damian and asked again.

Damian narrowed his eyes and curled his fingers unconsciously.He always felt that Jason meant something.

Could it be Grayson... no, maybe Todd was just blowing him up.

He turned his head impatiently: "Again, Dorothy is digging her rabbit hole after the exhibition."

Damian is convinced that the lost Dorothy has been digging a rabbit hole all afternoon.Look at the pitted ground that looks as if it has been shoveled by a bulldozer.

He kept silent about the little incident of missing Dorothy.

"Didn't keep digging," Dorothy glanced at Damian who was prone to rebellion, and quickly raised her claws to add, "I went to rescue Damian from the pile of fluff."

Dorothy firmly believed that Damian was buried in the pile of fluff and couldn't move his legs, and was sent to the lost children agency by kind people.Then she led Damian out against the multicolored sunlight.

Rounding off is exactly what she rescued.

Their faces were determined, their voices firm, and they believed in what the other was doing.

Jason, who looked at them carefully, didn't find anything wrong with each other.

If it weren't for the evidence that Dick laid out, especially the picture of Damian sitting in the lost children's office on Dicky Bird's phone- Tim checked it wasn't P's.Combined with Tim's previous words.

It doesn't matter, Jason thought to himself, it can always be found out, let's take it home first.

He followed the words of the two: "Then what did you find?"

Dorothy was already prepared, she immediately lowered her head and pulled it from her pocket.

It's a gold coin and a family photo.

Jason glanced over the smudged coins, his eyes glued to the family portrait.

The photo, covered in large black stains, immediately reminded him of Dorothy's family portrait on the wall.

Seeing the family portrait, Jason's pupils subconsciously shrank slightly.Although his face was as if nothing had happened, this trace of something wrong was caught by Damian who was paying close attention.

Then he uttered the necessary lines for all parents in the world: "I'll put it away for you first."

Dorothy, who originally just wanted Jason to look at it, retracted it, her blue eyes widened in an instant.

"No..." She watched the props go away from her helplessly, and her heartache reminded her of the night when the tablet was confiscated.

Blame Batman!Didn't she come to dig holes for bat darts?

Jason stuffed a piece of sugar into her mouth and gagged little Dorothy.

Then he took wipes from his bag, pulled them out to wipe Dorothy's hands, and threw the rest at Damian.

"Even if mud does make you special, I don't want to be in the limelight on the street."

"Todd," Damian said still relentlessly, he raised his chin towards Jason's bag, "I don't think the focus of the scene should be your almighty bag?"

"I'm curious."

Jason rolled his eyes and said nothing.

Don't you know why there are devil bastards in his bag?

Jason's bag, like himself, is also full of stories.It used to be full of cigarette cases and various equipment, and it was the site of Red Hood's equipment.

Now, though, candies, tissues, ribbons... and more.

It can also be called the baby daddy standard package.

Damian pulled out a stack of papers, crumpled up the empty package and threw it at Jason.Jason, who was half-squatting and whispering to Dorothy, tilted his head and dodged.

Just when Damian thought he had gotten away with it, Jason suddenly spoke again.

"Dick and Tim are home."

Dorothy blinked: "Back?"

In her impression, Dickie and Tim are super busy, and according to Little Wing, they work overtime every day.Moreover, Dick is still in the next city, and every time he squeezes time to go home, he has to rush back.

Jason looked at Damian: "Yes, Dick happened to come to Gotham for some business."

Then he turned to Dorothy: "As a result, he didn't see you, cutie, and he expressed his sadness."

But little Dorothy, who has just been promoted to a super-English junior and has experienced the feeling of teaching and educating people, has a different opinion.

She waved a finger in front of Jason's eyes, and corrected, "It's the cute and reliable little Dorothy."

"I'm not a three-year-old anymore."

Following her words, Jason said, "Yes, it's a ten-year-old boy."

He paused for a moment, then stood up and led Dorothy to the locomotive: "So do ten-year-olds still want My Little Pony?"

"...No," Dorothy refused with difficulty, "no."

But Jason, who played with My Little Pony Pillow in Dorothy's bedroom for a while, said it felt good.

First of all, he didn't want to play by himself.

Jason raised his eyebrows: "Okay, get in the car."

"Time to go home and eat, and maybe salvage a few cookies from Dick's mouth."

He lifted little Dorothy up and put it in front of the motorcycle, kicked it up with his long legs, and then turned his head to greet Damian.

His gaze deliberately swept over Damian's legs a few times: "If you need help, I'm more than happy."

He didn't care about the mud spots on his body at all, anyway, he snatched the old bat's coat, and it was the old bat's headache to wash it.

Damian, who had been silent since just now, jumped up and said, "Mind yourself, Todd."

The implication is that there is no need.

Jason started the engine and there was a roar.

"Let's go back to the exhibition first." Dorothy turned her head and said to Little Wing, "I put Damian's doll in the storage."

She arched in Jason's arms and turned around successfully.Then he stretched his arm over Jason's shoulder and handed the sign to Damian.

Damian was taken aback, then took the listing card and held it in his hand.

"Damian, move back," Jason, who was caught in the middle, yelled, and asked Dorothy casually, "Batman or Robin?"

Or both together.

Dorothy wondered: "How do you know?"

"It's Robin and Batman." Dorothy curled her lips when talking about Batman, "the kind of couple."

Jason took control of the steering wheel without looking sideways: "I have to tell you something, our ten-year-old boy."

"Bruce reported you to the school."

He had to say, a wise decision.

This time Jason couldn't help but praise Bruce.He also apparently quite agrees that a certain amount of homework helps to kill the excess energy of active children.

"Go to school after the make-up lessons," he cleared his throat. "At the same time, since your make-up teacher is not so competent, you even need to reinvent yourself."

"To sum up, you have to change your tutor, and the new teacher is—"

He prolonged his tone, and bit out the accent again for emphasis: "I."

Jason felt a slap on the back from Damian.

Take revenge later, Jason thought calmly.

Dorothy wondered: "Aren't you going to deliver the courier?"

She remembered that Jason went to deliver the courier this morning, and Little Wing, whose partner took away all the money but worked hard to live, was really too strong.

Delivering the courier, Damian sneered inwardly, the recipient must be God.

She nestled in Jason's arms and continued to ask, "Is it particularly tiring to deliver the courier?"

This time, instead, Jason choked. He remembered the black mask and the thugs who were hung upside down on the warehouse.To be honest, I don’t feel tired when I’m excited.

So Jason thought about it and changed his rhetoric.

"...No, this is barely my dream."

He wished he could send all the Gotham gangsters to God, but it was a pity that God sent Batman to cross out the address in the inbox in order to refuse the visa.

It can only be said that as expected of a brother, Jason thinks the same as Damian.

Otherwise, Jason would be more than happy to pack it all up and give it to God and his old man as a return gift.

Speaking of dreams, Dorothy is reminded of her mysteriously missing Batarang.

She was worried about this, and then thought of the toy batarang.I don't know if the toy bat dart is strong enough, it won't break if you poke it.

The rain was a little heavy, and the smell of dampness lingered on the tip of the nose.

Jason changed the subject again: "You really don't want My Little Pony?"

Just came out of the copy of the Doll's House, Dorothy, who thought she had set a good example for the younger generation of Chaoying, fell into hesitation.

Dorothy struggled for a while before shaking her head: "No... no."

Half an hour later, at the door of the game house.

Dorothy was content with her little pony, the extra-large one, a head taller than Dorothy.

Her blue eyes lit up with excitement, and she chirped: "Jason, you are amazing!"

"One shot at a time, bang bang bang!"

She originally wanted to make a hand gesture, but she really had no time to move, so she could only pop out syllables from her mouth.

A slanting drizzle hangs in the sky, casting a curtain of rain.

Jason and Damian stood behind one on the left and one on the right, and their bodies were also covered with dolls.

They've just returned from winning a doll shooter game, and the limited-edition My Little Pony is the prize.

It is worth mentioning that Jason was forcibly deprived of the chance to play because Damian was holding the Robin and Batman dolls he bought before.

Jason secretly poked and came back for revenge, decisively and quickly, so as not to forget it afterwards.

Damian looked at Jason with an unkind expression.

The praised little wing pretended to be modest: "It's so-so."

The white hair on the top of his head showed Jason's inconsistency with his proud posture.

Dorothy buried her little face in My Little Pony's fur, took a deep breath of My Little Pony, and looked up at the growing rain outside.

She hugged the doll tightly and asked listlessly, "How do we go back?"

You can't go back by motorcycle, you will get wet.

Jason was extremely calm: "There is a driver to pick me up."

He deliberately gave the old bat time to destroy the evidence.

I believe that it is not difficult for the almighty Batman to quickly restore the messy room.

Just change the carpet, paint the walls, and get the same wallpaper as before, no big deal.

Jason said that he had done a lot in the past.

The vehicle came, rolled water and splashed to both sides as it moved forward at high speed, and then stopped in front of them with a beautiful drift.

Jason raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Look, the driver is here."

The car window was rolled down, and the old father who had successfully swept the tail showed his face.