[Zhongyingmei] The style of the game is wrong

Damian, who is always unhappy, has nothing to do today, so he came to see the cub, and happened to bump into the scene of giving chocolates.

Facing Damian's question, Little Dorothy blinked and asked curiously, "No, is there anyone who is a redhead?"

But is it really possible to control hair color?Uh... But it seems that everyone in the family has black hair except the housekeeper's grandfather.

Black-haired and blue-eyed Shotacon master: ...

She asked: "Is there really someone with hair color control?"

Damian choked, he reluctantly gave the big blue bird a cover: "No."

The big blue bird is a traitor in the cat-family Wayne family, and they were all taken away by the red cloak next door.Suddenly thinking that the cub in front of him is also a Superman fan girl, Damian's eyes froze.

Superman who provided cover for a sneaky Robin Dick and helped with homework:  …

Damian leaned forward slightly, tapped his fingers on the edge of the table: "If you haven't finished your homework, just... throw it to Todd."

He continued without changing his face, Daddy Bird would not mind.

"Titus can also help you solve part of it." He suggested slowly, "Sharp claws and sharp teeth are the strengths of Titus."

At the very least, it is no problem if it is accidentally damaged as a homework book.

Dorothy's eyes lit up, she almost wanted to jump up and give Damian a high five: "Cool! Little D, you are indeed a genius."

Of course, Damian is the strongest Robin.

Damian, who found that Zai Zai hadn't completely transformed into the new version of Grayson, was relieved.

The large circular restaurant is brightly lit and the windows are clean. The huge restaurant is not empty under the embellishment of children, and laughter and laughter fill every corner.

Sunlight shines through the glass doors, reflecting and shining on the curved ceiling with hanging lights.

They were on the third floor of the restaurant, the highest floor of the building.Also from the Wayne Group funding donation.

As for how Damian found her, why not ask the Robin card on the schoolbag.

The light dispelled the oppressive greenness that had escaped from the deep pool of Lhasa Road, and Damian's emerald-like eyes revealed a jewel-like brilliance.

"But," she took another sip of sparkling water, "don't you think his hair color is like the helmet of the red hood?"

Damian twitched the corner of his mouth, propped his arm on his chin: "I don't think so."

First of all, you have to clarify which style of hood it is.

Second, if you ask, Todd will be more than happy to unplug the baby barrel that covers the head and send it to you.

——Although that barrel may be Todd's body.

Finally, there are already two red birds in the family. Can't get enough of the annoying Todd and Drake?

Damian: "If you want to go to the optical shop, just say so. You don't have to remind me in such a tactful way that you should have your eyesight tested."

Dorothy touched the tip of her small nose, and her curled and long eyelashes flickered.She has a growing defense against Damian language attacks and has a well-established immune system.

This means that-

"Uh, that's a good idea." Dorothy looked distressed, shaking her little head in a childish voice, "but it's impossible to imprint the eye chart in my brain at a glance."

Damian hugged his chest and let out a "tsk".

The little guy is really learning and using it flexibly, showing off that it's okay to fight back.

He pondered for a moment, reached out and grabbed a French fries from the dinner plate, dipped it into a small dish with ketchup, turned it around to make sure it was covered with the sauce, and then held it up to Dorothy's eyes.

Dorothy blinked her beautiful blue eyes and looked at Damian puzzled.

Crispy browned potato sticks are topped with a rich tomato sauce, with bright red sauce trickling down the edges.

"See," he tilted his chin slightly, pointing to the fries in his hand with his eyes, "this is just like the red hood."

Red Hood wanted to beat the devil cub.

Dorothy quickly tilted her head and bit it off, and commented, "Too much ketchup, too salty."

Maybe you can dip some sugar, and Dorothy, who is thinking about developing new flavors, replied to Damian:

"Not really, the Red Hood looks better than ketchup fries."

Damian sneered, and it was Robin Bird's favorite moment to reveal the black history of his predecessor.

"It's a pity that he does have such bad taste in gear and is strutting around Gotham with it."

Dorothy pursed her small lips and had a flash of inspiration: "I understand."

"His aesthetics are the same as the colorful Robin bird. How conspicuous it is. Also," Dorothy lowered her voice, "I heard that Robin doesn't like to wear pants?"

Then it was all wrapped up in the freezer.

Why was it caught off guard by Robin?Damian really wanted to crack open Dorothy's brain and study her amazing brain circuits.

Yes, they are called green scale shorts.

Damian, who is always wrapped tightly: "...Don't open the map gun, there are only the first two, but every Robin has pants. Also, eat less junk food."

His eyes rest on the chip tray and the sparkling water, and it means: "Bad for the brain."

Fairy godmother Todd is still useful, at least not feeding junk food into Dorothy's mouth.Damian, who didn't know that Little Wing brought hot dogs and stuffed snacks to little Dorothy, rarely praised Quataud.

Damian reminded: "Don't pass on the bad aesthetics of the former Robin to the current one."

If the brothers knew what the little brother was talking about—

Red Hood was furious: That's the first fool's aesthetic, don't get me involved.

The big blue bird is pitiful: it is born from the same root, so why rush to each other!

Red Robin on the sidelines: The uniform change was definitely one of the smartest decisions of my life.

Damian wanted to add a few more words, but the sudden sound of the communicator locked his words on the tip of his tongue.

It was a message from Batman, the Joker fled again, and at the same time let go of a group of criminals.

Damian's pupils narrowed slightly, and he stuffed his hands back into his pockets as if nothing had happened, and put together the lollipops that Dorothy handed over.

"I have an appointment with a friend, so I'm leaving first." He pulled out his chair and walked out, turned his head and said, "Eat less junk food."

Dorothy nodded, and put a finger to her lips in a zip gesture.

Damian's figure disappeared around the corner.

Dorothy happily nibbled on the fries again, until they were crunchy.

Whenever Dorothy made this gesture, it meant that she was going to turn back from the good boy.

"Hi, Dorothy."

As soon as Damian was out of sight, the boy in the red hoodie grabbed the plate from the table behind him and sat down.

"Billy, where are you going?" Dorothy turned to ask the late friend.

Billy Batson hiding by instinct: Behind you, because your brother looks a little fierce.

But of course you can't say that.

"I can't find my homework, I just stayed in the classroom and looked through it for a long time."

The little boy scratched his head, his black hair curled up lively, and his blue eyes shone brightly.Probably because he couldn't keep up with his nutrition during the wandering days, the 12-year-old boy was shorter and slender than his peers, and his delicate face was also pale.

Among them, there are also reasons why he has appeared in the image of Shazam for a long time, and the main body has not been well cultivated.

A small note to save the field successfully built a bridge of friendship between the two cubs.The little boy who passed the note to her gave a warm introduction after class.

Having managed to get little Dorothy's attention, Billy Batson impresses Dorothy as the tardiness king.

Billy Batson, according to him, was rescued in the follow-up to a huge child trafficking case.After identifying himself as a waif, Gotham police sent him to Boys' Home, one of the children's charities funded by the Wayne Group.

Known as the conscience of Gotham, the Wayne Group is worthy of the reputation of Gotham people.The Gotham reconstruction plan is progressing in an orderly and smooth manner, and at the same time, a series of rescues for homeless and out-of-school children have been carried out.

The Lost Children program has shown its success, a well-functioning system that helps desperate parents find their children.

Most of the children who could not contact their families were sent to the charity organization of Wayne Group, which guaranteed the children's most basic living needs.

Those of school age go to Gotham Elementary and Secondary Schools, which are also funded.Billy found a way to get in, after all, Fawcett's Billy Batson, the real identity is completely traceable.

All in all, as Bruce Wayne said in his speech, "Gotham is a city of hope rather than a land of fall, and the Wayne Group has been committed to making Gotham's tomorrow better."

At that time, Dorothy asked Billy curiously: "Is it because my name is Wayne?"

Billy stretched out his fingers and scratched his cheek, lowered his head and muttered: "...Not really."

In return, when Dorothy saw a few gangsters blocking the thin Billy against the wall for extortion, she swung the dictionary in her arms and smashed it over. Cubs.

Even if Dorothy, a good citizen of Gotham, is not a catman, she is still willing to help others.

Then Billy the Chatterbox took advantage of the trend and became the little tail that followed Dorothy.

By the way, he knew many magical adventure stories, which Dorothy listened to with great relish.

Not far away, Mr. Klein gracefully wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin. With perfect dining etiquette, he seemed to be attending a high-society dinner instead of being in an elementary school cafeteria.

He slowly opened the newspaper on the table. The photo of Bruce Wayne standing side by side with his adopted son was placed on the front page. He stared at it for a while before folding it neatly into the briefcase.

Sitting next to him, the old headmaster was a little surprised and asked, "Oh, you are also paying attention to Mr. Wayne's Gotham reconstruction plan?"

Mr. Klein nodded: "There are so many tall buildings, it can be regarded as a place of hope at first glance."

"But no matter how glamorous the exterior is, it's just decoration."

Root rot drags everything down.

"I don't quite agree with this." The chatty old principal spread his hands, "Of course the better the clothes, the better, no matter if it's a person or a city."

"You can't just stop wearing clothes because you're sick, besides... this is also a good medicine for curing diseases."

His gentle voice seems to be telling the secrets of the older generation buried in history: "If you have seen Gotham 30 years ago, you will fall in love with him now."

"At the very least," the old principal withdrew his gaze and stared at the newspaper in his hand, which listed the news that the Gotham Police Department escorted the subdued criminals back to prison, "GCPD can now do some work as a transport brigade, instead of just wearing A bastard in an inspector's skin."

"In the language of children's games," he said, hale and hearty, leaning back in his chair with his arms pillowed.He is also a person who can play games, even better than most of the students.

"In a little bit of upgrading, there are mission goals to be found and mission rewards to be foreseeable. These are all motivations."

Mr. Klein paused.

Stumbling completely in the dark and not knowing where to go is the most excruciating thing. Looking for a ray of light, at least the flame in my heart will not go out. Gritting my teeth and persevering, the unattainable dream may really come true.

"At that time, a random brick fell on Gotham Street and crushed people to death. In most cases, it was regarded as helping justice and eliminating harm for the people," the old principal Ronnie, who had come out of the psychological shadow, shrugged jokingly, optimistic and fearless.

"It's a pity that Gotham hardly did any work of punishing rape and eliminating evil at that time. He just watched good people being murdered and was powerless."

Mr. Klein interjected, revealing a subtle smile: "But it's different now, Batman will randomly drop at night, knocking those criminals unconscious for Gotham."

A straight tie tightened the neckline, but it couldn't hold back his exuberant sense of humor.

"And comes with a random Robin and free accommodation."

"Yes," the old headmaster laughed, and patted the young man on the shoulder, "You are really likable."

He joked: "If you don't keep a straight face, you will definitely be the last teacher welcome."

The handsome Mr. Klein doesn't look like a Gotham person, but more like the financial elite of Wall Street or the blue-blooded nobles in Washington.

The old headmaster had a vicious eye, but he really wasn't.

Billy Batson was telling a story, covered his mouth with his hand and yawned secretly. Besides going to school, he had to sneak out of Gotham to search for clues of unknown energy.

Billy can't fight himself-well, he can only run and no one can fight, but Shazam will definitely attract Batman's attention.

However, the mission issued by the Rock of Eternity is a problem on the magic side, and a boy of this age always wants to do something to prove himself.

Billy, who doesn't know the mysteries of the other world, makes plans and acts alone.

Before he figured out exactly what Batman had to do with unknown energies, and what the missing Black Adam was doing, he had to cover his vest as before.

Another point, he wasn't even sure if Batman would get the information out of his mouth and be thrown out of Gotham.

Billy has a close heart, and Batman is not easy to talk to at all.

"Then the wizard defeated the seven demons and closed Pandora's box." He finished the story, taking a sip of water from his glass.

"Wow, this story is super interesting." With bright blue eyes, she took out snacks from her pocket and shared them with her friends.

Dorothy held the watercolor pen and buried her head in the notebook.She was at work on a new adventure story, and Billy had given her plenty of material.

Especially the part about magic.

Billy opened a packet of candy, a little embarrassed, "Your story is also very interesting."

Billy's story is actually the true story of the old wizard saving the world, and he adapted it as a story.

Dorothy had expected an owl to deliver her acceptance letter on her 11th birthday, if there were such a thing as an academy of magic.But as soon as the little girl wanted to leave home, she immediately shook her head and dismissed the idea.

Later, Little Wing told her seriously: "Bruce checked, there is no magic school."

"By the way," Dorothy looked up, "Which Chaoying do you like?"

Billy came alive: "I like Captain Marvel Shazam the most. Don't you think he's super cool?"

Dorothy was relieved that Billy Batson was the only one among the acquaintances who wasn't so crazy about Batman.

Obviously Captain Fantastic is his life wall.

Dorothy was in a good mood: "catman."

Billy's laugh froze.This is a bit troublesome. In the past few days of investigation, another target of Billy is catman.The time of appearance is consistent, and at the same time, the ability is strange.

Billy Batson hesitated to speak, and struggled for a long time before finally putting down his spoon and reminding seriously: "I think catman...may not be a good person."

In the cognition of everyone in Gotham—note, excluding the smart and witty Batman and the Mad Hatter chasing her—catman is set as a person who is keen to imitate Batman, with MAX dodge skills and full escape skills little boy.

The cheese that Dorothy had picked up fell onto the plate in one go, and she looked up at one of the assistants, her blue eyes were full of confusion: "You really think so?"

Looking at Little Dorothy on the opposite side, Billy Batson nodded firmly: "He's a little dangerous."

Dorothy: ...we can't talk anymore today.