[Zhongyingmei] The style of the game is wrong

Wayne Manor, Bruce's bedroom.

After dismissing the youngest daughter's rhetoric that she would have ten boyfriends, and confiscating the eldest son's cookies for a week, Bruce took a good hot bath to wash away the exhaustion of both mind and body.

The sound of splashing water quickly disappeared. After changing into pajamas, Bruce opened the bathroom door and stepped out while wiping his half-dried hair with a towel.

Drops of water trickled down from the chin, flowed into the nightgown along the neck, and finally disappeared.

"Damian, come out, I know you're here."

As soon as the words were finished, Damian appeared from the shadow of the corner, the little boy's rebellious short hair opened his teeth and claws.

He pursed his lips: "What happened to that picture of Dorothy?"

"And tonight's filming. What are you keeping from me?"

Damian caught Todd's fleeting shock when he saw the photo in Dorothy's hand.The buried doubts were not eliminated, but intensified after the sudden family photo shoot tonight.

There must be abnormality in weirdness.

In just one afternoon, what did he miss?

With his hands on his hips, he looked up at Bruce across the bedroom: "I hate things I can't control."

Damian seemed inexplicably sharp, asking coldly and sharply.

Bruce glanced at him unsurprisingly, the sequelae caused by the other world were gradually disappearing, and Damian's sharp sense of sharpness lifted the latent state and returned to him.

Bruce sat on the edge of the bed, threw the towel on the table, and let the water dripping from the ends of his hair wet the back of his neck.He patted the empty seat next to him and motioned for Damian to sit over.

Damian didn't move.

Bruce asked him gently: "What do you want to know?"

Damian said blankly: "Everything."

He couldn't help but continue to speak: "I feel like I've been fooled."

Damian searched for tiny clues, trying to uncover the deeper mystery hidden under the secret, but found that there was no clue in the intricacies.

When he turned around, he found that his father and his brothers had solved the case, and they gathered around to tease him.

He hated this kind of concealment in the name of protection. Damian believed that he should present himself as a protector, not a weak protected one.

In retaliation, he snatched Grayson's cell phone and deleted his photos angrily, but unfortunately it was not classified except for Dick's "dick" related things.As expected, Grayson is a qualified vigilante.

After watching the movie, Grayson and the others got together to reveal part of the information on purpose, definitely to show off in front of him.

Damian's questioning figure gradually overlapped with the angry Jason.

Bruce can screw up family relationships all the time, but that's okay, that was in the past, and it died with Black's poor language skills.

He raised his eyebrows, and the slightly drunken light spread down, as if a softening filter had been applied.Under the warm light, Brucey is unbelievably sweet.

"OK."

"I know you've always been like this, but I will prove..." Damian was stunned before he finished speaking, his expression was broken, and he asked in shock, "What?"

With a smile in his eyes, Bruce repeated, "I mean, OK."

"Need I repeat that?"

"I wanted to talk to you, but I figured you'd come over tonight."

Damian felt a little dreamy, he took a few steps back, leaned his slender back against the wall again, and called out vigilantly, "Greyson?"

Dick Grayson pretends to be his father, what is he up to?Damian stared at Bruce, trying to find a flaw.

"What trick are you up to?"

This time Bruce choked, he covered his forehead helplessly, and raised one hand in surrender: "I'm really not Dick."

He stood up and walked towards Damian, leaned closer to let Damian pinch his face, and took the opportunity to rub the messy hair on the top of Damian's head.

"Honestly, I'm kind of sad."

Cough, although he also knows what kind of image he is, but showing it so brightly still breaks the old father's loving heart.

"You don't have to believe it, we've been through so much."

"In the world, nothing is ever the same."

He stroked the top of the head of his son who had also been resurrected from the dead, and his tone was gentle like all fathers who passed on life experience to confused children.

The newly debuted Batman also made a lot of jokes. The town boy was afraid of heights before becoming Superman. No one is perfect from the beginning.And sometimes it's good to look back, at least not forget the original starting point.

Past experiences shape a person, but so does what you have in the present.

Especially when you lose it.

Bitterness may be the seasoning, but it's never the most important part of a pot of soup.

He stretched out two fingers, making a gesture that something was drifting away.

Bruce took Damian by the hand and led him to sit on the edge of the bed, then pulled aside the heavy curtains that were closed.

The rain had stopped, but there were no stars twinkling in the night.

"Well, it seems that I can't look at the stars today."

"I presume that photo is a family portrait." He said as he spun the statue on the table, and a hidden grid appeared on the wall. After quickly entering the password, the hidden grid opened silently.

Damian opened his eyes slightly. Before that, he didn't know that there was a hidden space above his head.

He took out the badly damaged photo and the gold coin.

"I tried many things in the Batcave, but I couldn't detect what the black stain was."

This is the annoying part of the mysterious side, but he contacted Zatanna and Dr. Fate, and I believe it will be resolved soon.

He solved the confusion for his youngest son, who was as good at curiosity as he was execution, about the other world, about Dorothy's life experience.

There are also traces of Gotham's amazing inner world fluctuations, picking up some content discussed with Superman.To clarify, he quickly drove back his dragging teammates with 0 magic resistance.

At the same time, he verbally rejected the request of the Green Lantern Corps to investigate.

come together?The Gotham Knights don't want to implicate Gotham when the Green Lantern Corps is wiped out.As we all know, the combat power of the Green Lantern Corps is inversely proportional to the number of people.

By the way, the technology exhibition was suspended.

Bruce assured Damian that Damian would know no less than the other three birds.

"The truth is still lurking in the shadows." Bruce ended with this sentence. No one can take it lightly until the truth is fully explored.

Damian flicked the photo and looked up at Bruce: "You succeeded in convincing me, father."

"I'm ten times better at keeping secrets than Grayson and the others."

Bruce is even a little relieved that this at least proves that Damian is sure that his adopted son's ability to hide secrets is a positive value, not a negative number or zero.

You are also ten times better at acting like a baby than they are. Look at Damian's performance to grab attention tonight, Bruce laughed.

"Cough," Bruce teased, tilting his head, "Trick or treat?"

"I've got 'sugar' for you, don't bother, little troublemaker."

Damian pretended to be calm, but Bruce could clearly see that the tips of his ears were red, and Damian's voice was as soft as the wind whispering in the air.

"I'll apologize to Alfred."

Damian's eyes wandered, drifting to the oil painting hanging on the side wall.

He cleared his throat, and confessed what happened in the afternoon. He didn't want to say it at first: "The black figure appeared again. I noticed it at the time, so I got up to track it down."

"It's not an illusion." He paused, "I will plan more carefully next time."

Bruce patted him on the shoulder: "Good job."

"An important clue." It seems that effective communication can indeed avoid a lot of trouble.

He smiled and said, "I guess your more comprehensive plan should have the option of 'notify old father immediately'?"

Damian didn't speak, but nodded slightly.

Bruce clenched his fists on his lips and suppressed a smile, turned around to restore the wall, and then faced Damian: "Where's your pair of Batman and Robin dolls?"

"Huh?" Damian didn't react, and was at a loss for a moment.

Bruce shrugged. "I thought I was one of the two?"

"……certainly."

Gotham doesn't need stars anymore, and Bruce's eyes are more fascinating than any starry sky.

Bruce expects: "Is mine Batman or Robin?"

Dorothy also asked this sentence once, that is, she was asking Damien who he liked the most out of the two.

Damian pursed his lips, and gave an answer that was the opposite of what he said last time but essentially the same: "Robin."

"Bang bang—"

There was a sudden knock on the door, shattering what Damian was about to say.Damian turned his head suddenly, he looked like he was going to pounce on someone.

Dick's characteristic lively voice came: "Hi, Bruce, are you there?"

"I'm in."

There was a sound at the end, and with the sound of the doorknob being turned, Dick stood at the door.

With the rolled mattress under his arm, he looked around and immediately understood what was going on: "Oh, it looks like I interrupted you."

Damian said displeased: "Why are you crazy? Has the popcorn completely occupied your pitifully small brain space?"

The elder brother rolled his eyes when he remembered the bad things again: "I'm really going to beat you up? Little D."

Dorothy jumped out from behind Dick and shouted, "Surprise!"

"Dad, have you forgotten? When we called in the afternoon, we agreed to sleep together today."

"Right, little D?" she hinted at Damian.

She was dressed in pajamas, with her newly-acquired Rainbow Pony in her arms and thumped towards her.

Bruce, who thought it was a story with the lace news, had a hard time: "No, baby, I haven't forgotten."

Damian thought for a moment, and the current situation is in his favor.So silent default.

The hard-working and good brother Dick threw the mattress on the carpet, grabbed a corner and spread it on the floor, and then covered it with a blanket.

Then he straightened up and said righteously: "I don't think it's appropriate for two children to play on the floor, so Bruce, you can play on the floor today."

Bruce in Bruce's bedroom: "...Of course, that's what I mean."

Damian: "You reminded me, Grayson, that locking doors is a good habit."

Dick couldn't hold back a chuckle, and under the warning of Damian's dangerous eyes, he waved his hand: "I've heard this twice today."

Jason said the same in the afternoon.

He always felt that Damian and Jason were alike in some way.Well, he doesn't mean the obvious bear.

Dick figured out the situation as soon as he walked in, and Bruce sure enough told Damian all about it.

"Sure enough, kids who act like a baby are the most popular among adults." Dick complained about his old father's eccentricity. Every time he missed the plot perfectly, no one would make up for him. He had to wait for him to make a fool of himself to find out.

Damian looked over with an unfriendly expression.

"Never mind, little D, I mean sweet little Dorothy."

Dick blinked his beautiful blue eyes, and a wisecrack escaped his pretty lips.The big brother who has just been used as a negative example typically heals his scars and forgets the pain, "Who doesn't like little Dorothy?"

"Isn't it, our prettiest and sweetest little Dorothy?"

Made Dorothy giggle.

Dickie, who doesn't know it, is about to flap his wings and circle in the next second of happiness.

"sleep tight?"

The conscientious elder brother turned around, walked back and then backed away, gestured playfully with his head, and closed the door with a "bang" just like when he came.

Dorothy was already lying on the bed that belonged to Bruce, and my little pony was in the middle of the bed: "Do you want to listen to fairy tales?"

"I wrote it myself!"

The fairy tale she had just finished writing.

One of the slippers was kicked off by her, and Damian jumped out of the bed and kicked it back to the side of the bed with precise force and ingenious placement, neatly placed.

Otherwise Dorothy might trip over her shoes when she jumped off the bed and ran around, Damian thought calmly, the little fool had done it before.

"No." Damian refused after jumping back on the bed.

Dorothy nodded. "Okay, Damian wants to hear. What about you, Bruce?"

"Of course I want to hear it."

As Bruce said, he passed the milk on the table and was satisfied to see his own milk being wiped out.

Dorothy's fairy tale is a clichéd story about the prince defeating the dragon, saving the princess, and finally the two live happily together.

But Bruce is very face-saving, slapping his hands super loudly, and all kinds of compliments poured on Dorothy like money, except that she is a rising star in the fairy tale world, a contemporary Hans Christian Andersen.

Damian is also very face-saving, which is specifically reflected in his refraining from criticizing.Although Dorothy's own stories were not half as good as the ones that were read to him in the morning and criticized as useless.

This greatly satisfied little Dorothy's desire for expression.

Dick, who had been eavesdropping outside the door for a while, had already come to the Batcave, threw himself on the swivel chair, and focused on fighting on the game battlefield.

"I really miss the feeling of playing games with the bat computer." He watched with satisfaction the subtitles of successful kills appearing on the screen.

But in the next second, he was killed by someone hiding behind him, and the game failed.

"It has been useless for many years," he plausibly said, "When I get familiar with it again, it will be no problem to pass the level."

The queen nanny in the bat nest took off the burden: "Bruce is still coaxing the children."

"After he puts the little bat cubs to sleep, he's going to inspect the territory again."

"And I," sighed Dick, humming uncontrollably, "I'm going to give myself a day off before the trouble from England arrives!"

No one paid any attention to the chirping, excited big blue bird.

But Dick was also having fun talking to himself: "You can't imagine who I met last night on the night watch at Bludhaven? He offered to watch it for me for two days. Guess what!"

Jason, who played games with the Bat computer for the first time, finally talked to the big brother who seemed to be knocking|his: "Use the method of elimination, it is definitely not Batman."

Tim rested his chin on the swivel chair: "I don't think what happened tonight will be so easy."

As if to confirm Tim's reliability, a sentence suddenly appeared on the screen facing Dick.

[I can't get away from important matters, Ye Yi went to watch the night instead of me——by: B]

"Bruce asked you to go to the night patrol for him tonight? That's right." Red Robin dispelled the doubts with satisfaction, "Go early and return early, Arkham has been quite quiet these days, nothing happened."

"Anyway, you're quite skilled."

Jason, who was watching, turned his head and smirked: "Do you need me to prepare height increasing insoles for you?"

Ye Yi, who has seen everything through the vicissitudes of life: F**K!