[Zhongyingmei] The style of the game is wrong

"Dickie! Put it down!"

The sudden roar made Dick's hand tremble, and before the rescued frying pan fell to the ground and died, a steady and ruthless side kick caused the frying pan to return to his hand in an arc.

Feeling the heavy weight on the palm of his hand, Dick breathed a sigh of relief.

Jason Todd, who barges in at the last minute, throws Dick out before Dick can lay hands on the sparking stove.

The ingenious timing and the immediate rescue almost made Dick wonder if Little Wing had returned long ago.

"Because important people always appear at the end of the stage." Jason, who had just jumped off the window sill on the third floor, lied without changing his expression.

"Yes, that's it, stand there." Jason pointed impatiently at the threshold, "Don't cross that line."

Dick stepped back obediently with his hands raised, one step at a time, until he retreated to the dining room outside the kitchen.With a hand in his arms, he picked up the little Dorothy who was sluggish there, and coaxed softly: "Don't be afraid, cutie, the professional is here."

The professional kitchen medical staff mercilessly extinguished the sparks of the serial explosions.Jason quickly observed the damage.

It was dripping on the ground and bubbling... sticky stuff, a piece of the wall was completely blackened, and it was fried in a pressure cooker so that it could only be vaguely seen as an iron lump.

Jason quickly estimated in his heart that the degree of damage to Bruce was not as great as before, and the degree of damage was within a controllable range.

All in all, it looks like a mess, but it can be saved.

Not a big problem, Jason thought calmly.

Dick put Dorothy on the sofa, grabbed the yogurt on the table and handed it to little Dorothy, stood up and shouted to Jason: "The danger information is cleared, I can go in now."

"It will help me the most if you stay obediently." Jason yelled back.

Dick shrugged: "Logistics staff are always on call."

Forbidding Dick to enter the kitchen to cause chaos, Jason, who cleaned up the mess by himself, rolled his eyes: "Did the enemy break into Wayne's internal logistics?"

No, in this way, Bruce is simply the number one rival and number one undercover agent of the Wayne family.

Before making a drastic move to give the kitchen an entire look.Jason decided to complete the last task of his trip first.

Little Dorothy was still holding a small fork in her hand, and she was sitting blankly on the small sofa, biting a small straw and sipping yogurt, her beautiful blue eyes were full of confusion.

Suddenly the little girl was awakened by the strong aroma lingering at the tip of her nose. She looked down and saw that it was a hot dog.

"Spicy hot dog." Jason handed the hot dog in his arms to little Dorothy.

"It's still warm." He stroked Dorothy's little head.

Jason raised his hand and broke the fork out of her small palm, placed it safely on the shelf, and said, "Be careful not to poke the eye."

Dorothy nodded her head limply, and her sweet little milk voice couldn't lift her strength.

She held the hot dog and took a bite: "Thank you, Little Wing."

Little Wing declined Dorothy's offer to feed him, and took another from his pocket to say he still had it.

He put it on the table beside him.

He squatted down and stared at Dorothy, and said earnestly: "Tell me what you want to eat, and I will help you."

"You can't blow up the pot ahead of time just because Batman is going to take you to stew."

Jason suddenly realized something, and immediately changed his words, changing the topic: "Ah Fu will be angry."

"Think about cookies?"

The lethality of the cookie made Dorothy startled, and the tragedy of Dick being detained for a week for the cookie was vividly remembered.

Dorothy: QAQ

No, what's coming to little Dorothy, spare poor Cookie!

In fact, she just wanted to make a soup to calm down.

Emerging from the copy, Dorothy is flanked back and forth by two uninvited realities.

One is that the progress bar of [Hidden Mission: The Mystery of Life Experience] has risen inexplicably, and the other is that small props hidden in various parts of Gotham have been robbed.

[Hidden Mission: The Mystery of Life Experience] Automatically completed most of the joy and small props - there are a lot of dark props in it - the anger of being robbed left and right, making Dorothy dizzy with a small spinning top .

If the latter has clues and is investigating, then the former is completely clueless.

Little Dorothy, who is lying down, is puzzled. Is this task a hang-up? The longer you stay at home, the more progress you can complete?

Everyone in the bat nest: ... That's right, that's it.Baby, if you stay at home for a lifetime and never leave, the task will be completed.

There are two worlds of fire and ice between joy and anger. Dorothy even ate a chili-flavored lollipop to suppress her shock, but she couldn't suppress it.

In order not to become a little double-faced person, she decided to make a soup to calm down.

Chocolate sauce was put in the soup, imagining that the stewing in the pot was pitch black, the little girl suddenly felt much better.

The Spiritual Victory Method lives up to its name.

Jason babbled like a mother bird possessed: "Also, don't step on the stool to lie on the side of the pot."

"Be careful not to drop it into the pot, stew yourself."

Jason, who had only been away for a short while, was very tired.

Concerned that Zaizai was alone at home, Jason hurried back. Unexpectedly, something happened just by climbing the window sill to replace the broken carrot seed.

The reason he was out was carrot seedlings.Bring a spicy hot dog by the way, and give the arsenal a flex.

Roy, a good teammate who ran away with money, sneaked back to Gotham from outer space.The red hood that I met by chance greeted his good teammates warmly, and because he was too happy, he couldn't help but gave Arsenal a warm meal.

Sneaking out today was purely to surprise Dorothy.Of course, a little catalyst was added to ignite the fire.

The relevant memories in his mind were knocked over by an iceberg just like the Titanic, and sank in the unfathomable deep sea.

Until Dorothy returned, the frozen memory slowly awakened as if welcoming the arrival of spring.

But last night was like a frying pan. Memories gushed out of the hole that exploded, hitting my mind like waves hitting a cliff.

For a moment, he felt a little bit at a loss, filled with guilt.

Jason's abnormality last night was not the illusion of little Dorothy. Dorothy thought he was too tired, so she kindly asked Dick to help him hug the mattress.

In fact, the confused Jason is hiding from Dorothy.

Then when he woke up the next day, he wanted to slap him awake last night, who was so stupid that he was so tangled up and tangled up.

And □□ today, when Jason was watering the carrots as usual, he suddenly found that there were only sporadic sprouts in a pile of potted carrots lined up by the window.

Most of the pots were still bare, like the top of Luther Rex's head, without a blade of grass.

The sprouts were actually prop carrots grown by Dorothy using carrot puree, but Jason didn't know it.

So he carefully turned over one of the bald flowerpots, the seeds were soaked.

At that moment, Jason and the kettle in his hand looked at each other.

Jason quickly filled up the soil, covered the baffle, pretended nothing happened, and hurried out to buy carrot seedlings to replace.

On the way back, he bumped into their favorite hot dog shop at that time—the place where little Jason sneaked his cubs back then.

The hot dog seller is still as talkative as ever. He talks about the city and its guardians, and gives heartfelt advice from experience.

"Huh~" The small sound of breathing brought Jason back to his thoughts.

Little Dorothy was gasping for breath, but the more she ate, the happier she was.

"Huh~ I seem to have eaten this hot dog before."

Jason paused, and tentatively asked as if nothing had happened: "Really? Bruce bought it?"

His heart tightened, did Dorothy remember something?

"It was the first day I came to Gotham." The voice of the little milk chewing on the delicious hot dog was vague.

On the first day Dorothy woke up in Gotham, she bought food from the hot dog stand, and the old man was super enthusiastic.

However, Dorothy blinked, why did she feel as if... she had eaten before.

After hearing the answer, Jason didn't know whether he was disappointed or glad.He suppressed the complex emotions churning in his heart, and said calmly, "That's really destined."

Jason sighed secretly, touched the hot dog, but it was empty.

As soon as he turned his head, Dickie was crouching in the corner and eating happily.

Seeing Jason looking over, Dick gulped down the last bite and muttered inarticulately: "Little wing, I accidentally finished eating."

Jason calmly took out his phone from his jacket, and typed.

"It's all right," Jason gave him an inscrutable and weird smile, replying to Dick in a good mood.

Dick's instinct was wrong, and the chewing gradually stopped.

"I also accidentally sent a message to Alfred."

Having been detaining cookies for a week, he was secretly poking and groping for Dick who took a few pieces out of his brothers' mouths, and the radar in his brain frantically warned.

Jason continued: "The kitchen exploded right under your nose."

"The point is that the rescue was not timely."

Little Dorothy put down the hot dog, raised her paw and said cautiously: "That, I fried it."

The pretty little face is wrinkled.

Jason gently but firmly pressed her little paw back: "Be good, Dorothy, this is the first time you have encountered such a thing."

"But the only guardian present with sufficient experience bears a heavy responsibility that cannot be shirked."

"It's just that Dick's supervision is not in place." Jason crossed his arms and glanced at Dick, biting the accent, "You can't expect little Dorothy to go to the rescue with short legs."

Besides, it's Bruce's fault for frying the kitchen, he's the one who started it all.

"The moment you hear the sound of the pot, you should run to the kitchen immediately, cut off the emergency power, exit, and report to Alfred immediately." His condemning gaze made Dick feel guilty for a while.

Dick, who thought Bruce was not at home, relaxed his vigilance: ...

"Isn't it? Dick."

Dick was taken aback by what he said, and subconsciously nodded.

Jason patted him on the shoulder in satisfaction: "If you know your mistakes, you can correct them."

Dick, who came back to his senses, suddenly realized that something was wrong.In a huge room, there are only three people left.

After a day, Dick finally remembered Jason's words echoing in his ears: "Golden Triangle."

Words of such weight nearly crushed Dick's thin shoulders.

Little Wing didn't tease him at all!

In a trance, Dick always felt that he had also recovered a little bit of memory.

——or psychological shadow.

Body memory told him that he should be very familiar with this scene.

Dick began to miss Bludhaven, and the villains praised him for his sweet smile.

The unlovable younger brother only hits people and throws the pot away.

But I would still like to carry him for little Dorothy.

The last bite of the hot dog choked Dick instead, and he covered his neck and coughed desperately.

Dear little wing rushed over and slapped his brother on the back, breaking Dickie's invisible wings with such force.

The big blue bird with broken wings is pitiful.

Dorothy came running up on short legs with an empty glass, and poured water for the bird with broken wings.

She looked at Jason for help, and Jason was seen defeated.

He cleared his throat: "I was teasing Dicky and didn't message Alfred."

Dickie, who was drinking water, choked again and let out a loud coughing sound.

He looked at his irritating and annoying brother with a broken heart.

"We are grasshoppers on the same rope, Dicky Bird." Jason silently reminded Dicky Bird who was looking over.

Dick was dumbfounded: ...

He finally found his voice: "What's the matter with the mud on your cuff?"

He noticed Jason the moment he walked in.

"It's nothing."

Jason covered the cuffs and put them back behind his back. The dark brown jacket was smeared with mud, which was concealed and inconspicuous.

When the explosion sounded, he screamed inwardly. He hurriedly replaced the damaged carrot seeds with seedlings. After tidying up indiscriminately, he turned around and jumped down from the third floor lightly, landing silently.

Due to his hasty actions, he didn't have time to clean it up.

Jason kept his face calm, and said coolly: "The dirt that was cleaned out of your mind."

Dick grabbed his little tail and twittered after regaining consciousness: "Little Wing, you even went to play in the mud."

Jason beat the enemy with one move: "I recorded the conversation between you and Damian in the alley last time."

"Would you like to play it on loop as an alarm clock?"

The threat was real and strong, so Dick shut up.

Satisfied, Jason turned around and gave the kitchen a facelift.

Damian was packed for school today.But little Dorothy didn't have to go through the pain of parting.

—because she was going to be packed for school soon, and she happened to be traveling with Damian.

"I want to drive a toy car."

Dick was lying there, his shirt was loose, his coat was ripped off and he put it on the dining table, dangling and about to fall to the ground.

"Uh, yes, cutie, if you can convince Damian to also—"

"No," Jason poked his head out of the kitchen, glared at Dick and sternly refused, "There are so many cars on the road, what should I do if I get scratched?"

"You know what? You're like a patriarch encouraging your kids to try something new." Jason pointed at Dick with the handle of the pan.

The grip is slightly twisted.He just tried to straighten the grip that was knocked on the ground by the impact and kicked sideways by Dick.It looks, uh, slightly less curved.

Bear parent Dick scratched his head: ... Uh, is there any?

Dick felt that he was the second most worry-free one-certainly not compared with Tipper.And isn't that called common sense?

Jason interrupted Dick's defense: "Dickie, if the cold wind freezes your brain, which is as beautiful as your face, I don't mind cooking it in a pan."

The worried dad bucket still remembers the first time he met Dorothy, which was a car accident.

"No." Jason looked past Dick and turned to Dorothy. He raised his eyebrows: "OK?"

Dorothy nodded obediently, the little cub who had just gotten into trouble was surprisingly obedient.

After receiving a satisfactory reply, Little Wing returned to the kitchen, Dick was already huddled beside him and answered the phone in a low voice.

The caller was Dick's ex-colleague, former Agent Bruderhaven who was transferred to Gotham half a year ago.She happened to be following up on the case as well.

One unimportant thing that should probably be said, really unimportant, is that Dick's phone number is the most sought-after thing in the Gotham Police Department today.

While Dick was on the phone, Jason had finished tidying up the kitchen, the floor had been mopped to a shiny and shiny surface, and the pots and pans were neatly arranged—most of them were fresh from the storage room, too damaged to be seen Those mutilated corpses were eaten by the trash can.

He even fried eggs in a pan while checking wiring.The burnt-smelling fried eggs were spread out on a plate.

Dick continued, "Thanks, Reyna."

"By the way, you look stunning today and the necklace suits you very well."

"Honey, I really appreciate it."

Dorothy blinked, turned her head and gave a super sweet smile to Jason who had just sat down: "Little Wing, you are so cool today, the jacket suits you very well."

Daddy Pail was instantly alert. He hadn't forgotten Dorothy's stage goal of "giving ten" cubs last night.

Jason patted Dorothy's head, and handed the plate to her, with complicated emotions: "Hey, Dorothy, don't learn everything."

There's no denying that cool boy Jason is cool every day.It's a truth, Jason thought gravely.

"See you tomorrow." Dick's call came to an end.He put down the phone, and suddenly a chill ran up his spine.

Dick turned his head and saw Jason hugging little Dorothy, and made a smile that made Dick want to slip away: "Repeat what you just said."

Dick swallowed, and tentatively said, "See you tomorrow?"

Jason's tone remained unchanged: "The last sentence."

Dick's instincts were not good, and he kept silent.

Jason didn't let him go, he choked his own throat: "By the way, you look very beautiful today, and the necklace suits you very well."

"Dorothy." Jason resumed his usual tone, lowering his head to teach his cubs.

"If anyone says something like that to you, come back and tell me."

Labor education taught him how to speak.