[Zhongyingmei] The style of the game is wrong

The matter of frying the kitchen was jointly covered up.

But judging from Alfred's meaningful eyes and Bruce's uncontrollable laughing reaction as soon as he approached the kitchen——

They just tacitly didn't pierce the window paper, and thoughtfully left enough buffer time for Dorothy, whose outlook on life was greatly impacted.

If Bruce was to teach life experience, it would be to experience it a few times before he could look at it with a normal heart.

Personal experience, quality assurance.

However, as a responsible brother, Jason consciously undertook the breakfast for Wayne's family for a month.

"It seems that you are quite satisfied with the position of fairy godmother?"

Damian leaned against the door and raised his chin towards Jason, who was lifting a spatula in the kitchen: "After all, it's not easy to find a position that suits me so well."

Jason stared at the pot, and took a moment to glance at him: "Shut up, devil bastard."

"Obviously I have a place in front of you for you."

He picked up the bowl next to his hand, mixed the eggs with flour, poured them into molds, and put them in the oven.

Then he patted the oven, and Shi Shiran said to Damian: "Do you want to feel it?"

Jason, who was done with his work, finally turned around to pay attention to his anxious little brother. It stands to reason that Damian hadn't finished his morning exercise at this time.

"Go and wake Bruce up if you have nothing to do."

"Or you can learn from Titus, jump on the bed and use your weight to wake him up. Friendly reminder, hit your face."

For that scream, as an advance payment, he could bear with difficulty the noisy brat.

Jason scratched his hair, yawned quickly with sleepy eyes, and immediately said fiercely: "Otherwise, I will eat fried robin bird today."

It just happens to be a set meal with Batman buns.

Damian sneered, shook his head provocatively: "Threats?"

"The Immortal Godmother Academy should arrest you and re-educate you."

The vengeful Damian didn't forget who kicked him from the position of ace tutor, and even sent him a parcel post back to school.

In this regard, the courier Jason is quite dedicated, delivering accurately and without charging any additional fees.

"Oh, it's a pity," Jason raised his eyelids and glanced sideways at the little carrot head who was some distance away, "I'm obviously not the one who went back to the oven and received education?"

"Also, you don't have to stand so far away." Jason smirked, looking at Damian who was leaning against the door, determined not to cross the line: "Stepping on the kitchen floor won't make it explode."

"Huh? Bruce's little pup."

However, Jason's exquisite and sharp lines are stretched out, and the messy hair that just woke up is lying softly on the side of his face, which makes him quite suitable for the cute and gentle title of "Little Wing".

Damian went around in a big circle, and finally said the purpose of condescending to greet Jason: "Where did she go this morning?"

Obviously, looking at the personnel structure of Wayne Manor, one can tell who this "she" is.

The little brother who lost Dorothy once seemed to have lost PTSD, and began to extract confessions from the insiders in front of him.

Jason rolled his eyes and muttered, then he thought of something and his face became weird, he leaned closer: "So, you went to knock on the window again?"

Jason's and Dorothy's rooms were located next to each other in the same corridor. If you want to find Dorothy, you must pass Jason's door, and he can't be unaware.

Whether it's the rattling sound of feet stepping on the floor, the banging sound of knocking on the door, or the undetectable sound of opening the door, nothing can escape the ears of Daddy Pail.

Not to mention muffled conversations at the door.

Unless the door is locked, get over the window on the other side of the room.

In fact, that was exactly the case, as long as Jason was at home, Damian never walked through the front door.Damian said he was just happy to open the window.

Damian, who was wearing a black turtleneck and long sleeves, nodded, calmly as if he was not the one being questioned, but a black-hearted capitalist who finally agreed to give his employees a one-dollar wage increase.

Jason was so pissed off by his overbearing aura.

Damian's eyebrows and eyes are slightly deep, with soft and sharp facial lines, adding a touch of sternness when his face is expressionless.With this alone, he can suddenly rise to prominence in the baby fat industry.

But in Wayne's house he couldn't frighten anyone, so he frightened Dorothy for a few days.

This morning Damian flexibly climbed up to the third floor with his things in his arms, hung upside down from the eaves, and knocked on Dorothy's window.He wanted to give Dorothy a surprise, but no one responded in the room, and there was silence.

He pressed his ear to the window and listened intently for a moment, but failed to catch the sound of breathing.So he jumped through the window and entered.Sure enough, the curtains were thrown wide open, and Dorothy was not in the room.

This is a little strange, Dorothy is not in the habit of getting up early.

He put down the "surprise" and turned around to go to morning exercises.

Damian, who was preoccupied, finished his morning exercise early. When he returned, he happened to meet Jason who was coming down to make breakfast in the corridor. Damian followed Jason and kept looking at the present.

Jason put the plate on the dining table, turned around and looked at him: "Oh, she had a nightmare in the middle of the night, she got up and knocked on my door."

"I slept with her all night."

"He's still sleeping in my room."

Damian frowned, having a nightmare?

He looked up at Jason for a moment of deliberation, and asked, "Is it related to Batman?"

"Is it still about that night?"

He remembered that when Dorothy first came home, her father came back from his night patrol in the middle of the night and made Dorothy cry.

However, he lowered his head and wondered if Dorothy had such a big psychological shadow.

Damian automatically completed the settings in his mind.

Jason paused, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and leaned over to look at Damian: "Ah, yes, that's right, that's it."

The tone was so perfunctory that Titus would paw his ears to show that I don't listen.

In fact, Jason didn't lie, and Dorothy's nightmare really had something to do with Batman.

Again, I didn't tell the whole truth.

Last night, Dorothy, who never dreamed, was frightened awake. She crawled out of the bed, ran to Jason's door barefoot and knocked on the door.

The little girl threw herself into Jason's arms and shivered, her trembling voice described the dream: "It's a monster."

She grabbed Jason's sleeve, buried it on his shoulder, and silently added in her heart: But she can't do anything.

When she opened her eyes in the dream, she found that the surrounding area was filled with darkness, and there was a fierce and strange fighting sound outside the door. She hid behind the door and quietly opened a crack, and there were two dark monsters fighting outside.

Dorothy didn't realize that she was in a dream at the time, only that there was no sound from the game, and she couldn't take out props or use superpowers, so she could only cover her mouth desperately.

Then one black lacquer ran away, and the one left behind turned to stare at her.Under the broken skin, the blood-red eyeballs stared straight at her, opened and closed their mouths, and walked towards her.

But she, who is clearly a player, hides behind the door and can do nothing.

Little Dorothy woke up suddenly.

Jason comforted Dorothy that it was just a dream, and promised to stay by Dorothy's side and watch her sleep, finally coaxing her well.

He thought of the one between Nightwing and Batman.Distorted and twisted into horror elements, it popped up in Dorothy's subconscious.

If he had to choose one, he would now prefer that Dorothy never remember.

Jason didn't tell Dami's security department, he pretended to be the night when the old bat went crazy and squatted on the bed in the middle of the night.

But Damian was merciless, threw Jason away after using it, turned and left.

Jason didn't care about him, and abnormally didn't say a mocking counterattack. Instead, he pulled his chair and sat down, frowning and lost in thought.

When Damian pushed the door open, Dorothy was still sleeping soundly on Jason's bed.

Soft strands of hair were scattered on both sides of the milky white cheeks, scattered on the pillow.She lay curled up on that side, snoring softly on her little milk.

Dorothy didn't sleep well. The corner of the blanket that was still covering her body was pressed under her body, and most of the rest was thrown on the floor.

Damian held the doorknob, stood outside for a while, and then gently closed the door.

He didn't wake Dorothy.

Disturbing people's lucid dreams is not what a good brother should do, but driving away nightmares is.

It wasn't until the breakfast was almost over that Dorothy came late with sleepy eyes: "Ha~ I'm so sleepy."

Before Damian left the dining table, he poked Dorothy: "You'd better go back to the house and have a look."

Then good student Damian went to school with a backpack.

By the way, today's breakfast is milk with bat-shaped buns and fried eggs.

Little Wing, the chef in charge, said: "Today we eat Batman."

Baby Bruce:  …

However, this did not affect the deliciousness of the buns, which made him eat a whole plate.

This also shows that everything is negotiable before food.

Jason specially fried two eggs for Dickie, stared at him and smiled meaningfully: "Fill your brain."

Dorothy was stuck at home all morning doing her homework.

"Bang bang bang—" came the crisp knock on the window.

Dorothy, who was lying at the desk and working hard, made the last sprint for school, calmly turned the page and said without raising her head, "Little D, come in."

Dorothy is already used to Xiong Miai's setting of flipping through the window.

Damian rolled in and caught sight of Dorothy's carrot on the window sill, hidden by the baffle.

He was a little confused, didn't that thing grow a little too fast?

However, Damian thought deeply, Titus should eat carrots.

Little Dorothy, who was capping her pen, didn't know that Damian wanted to feed Titus the carrots from her Robin rabbit.

Little Dorothy turned the chair around and smiled sweetly at Damian: "I really like the little rainbow pony you gave me."

Sweet and soft little Dorothy showed her heart.

When Dorothy returned to her room, she found a row of cute rainbow ponies on the shelf.

With the arrival of the dolls one by one, the hut has become a doll kingdom that children dream of, and it is a bit like a warm and cute version of a doll hut.

Damian raised his eyebrows, expressing that he knew, let's kneel down.

He lowered his head and unzipped his jacket, and took out a kitten from his arms.

Facing Little Dorothy's surprised expression, Damian, a cat person, said, "I picked it up."

Obviously, after one cub inherited the skill of frying the kitchen, the other biological cub also inherited the fine tradition of Bruce's old father picking up cubs everywhere.

"Alfred."

Little Dorothy, who was caught off guard by the cat's face, was stunned. Before she touched the little milk cat, she watched Damian take the cat away.

Dorothy: ? ? ?

Damian continued: "His name is Alfred."

"Uh," little Dorothy's blue eyes widened, and she pointed to herself: "Didn't you send it to me?"

Damian gave her a look of 'you think too much', without any fluctuation in his tone: "No, I just let you see."

Then he dragged it around, and then said, "I heard from Jason that you had a nightmare."

"I found a great way to kill the fear of Batman."

Dorothy stood up abruptly, clenched her small hands tightly against her chest, and immediately retorted: "I'm not afraid of Batman!"

He took the chair and slammed it heavily on the table leg.

"No, you have." Damian poked the little sister's stubborn mouth.

He learned a good medicine for the symptom, and happened to pick up Alfred the cat.

"I'll wait for you in the movie screening room." After speaking, Damian jumped out of the window and fell to the ground nimbly.

When Dorothy got to the screening room, Damian was already standing inside.

The movie projection room was not lit, and it was dark, with thick curtains drawn together, blocking out the light from outside.

Damian said succinctly: "Close your eyes."

Little Dorothy tilted her head and closed her eyes obediently.

"Open your eyes."

When Dorothy opened her eyes, the tall black figure of Batman came into view.He was cast on the wall by the dim yellow light that was turned on at an unknown time.

A prolonged black shadow was cast on the wall, and the suppressed and gloomy voice echoed in the room, provoking | provoking Dorothy's tense nerves.

"I am the Avenger, I am the Dark Knight."

"I am Batman."

Dorothy froze.

Under the processing of the voice changer, Damian's crunchy milk voice is depressed and gloomy, which really has the feeling of Batman.

More importantly, what Damian turned out was Bruce's voice changer, and the tuning was specially tuned so as not to be exactly the same.

"Pa—" The light turned on.

Damian turned off the small projector at hand and tossed the voice changer into the air.

"Meow~"

Alfred the cat, squatting on the high stool, purred softly.

Soi Ying's real body is Alfred the cat, soft and small, not photographable at all.

Little Dorothy sniffled and held back her tears.

Misty blue eyes accuse Damien of the mastermind behind the scenes.

Damian picked up the cat from the high stool and held it to Dorothy against his chest.

"How? Are you afraid of such a Batman?"

Dorothy was hugging the cat, and she was holding Alfred close to her eyes, and the little pad was soft on her face.

Dorothy shook her head, it wouldn't be scary to meow in the dark.

Damian stuffed the voice changer into Dorothy's pocket: "The voice changer is for you to play with."

Dorothy licked the cat, she paused for a while before praising: "You are such a genius. Little D."

Hei Qiqi is a little meow, not scary at all.

Damian is exceptionally witty today.

He suppressed the smile on the corner of his mouth, and put on a stern face to make himself serious like his brother: "Tsk, it's not too late for you to realize it now."

Thinking of her long-standing dream, Dorothy decided to seek help from Damian, who is very reliable today and is not afraid of Batman at all.

"Tell me, how can you successfully poke Batman's ass with a bat dart?"

Damian almost didn't tense his expression. He thought of the pair of toys on Dorothy's desk, and suddenly raised his voice: "The toy bat dart that Grayson gave you?"

Dorothy nodded hesitantly.

That was the only pair left, she thought achingly.

"No way," Damian ruthlessly extinguished Dorothy's rekindled dream, "your toys will be torn apart by Batman's armor."

If Dorothy asked Jason, Little Wings would offer a practical solution:

Step one, sneak into Bruce's bedroom.The second step is to throw the toy bat dang on his bed.Then--

There is a 90.00% chance that you will be ruined by sitting on your butt, and [-]% may be satisfied with hearing howling in the middle of the night and realizing your baby's dream.

Damian glanced at his watch and turned to leave.At this time, the soft and soft voice of milk grabbed him——

"But little D, did you play truant?"

Damian's back froze.

Then, under Dorothy's stunned gaze, he turned back, snatched the cat back, and strode away with a grunt.

Damian's heart, the needle at the bottom of the sea.

Dorothy: ? ? ?