[Zhongyingmei] The style of the game is wrong

Seeing that the situation was wrong, Billy quickly changed his mind.The sudden desire to survive stabilized the boat of friendship.

Billy, wearing a red hoodie, decided to wait until he caught the catman, and then win with one blow.

The interrupted news caught the children's attention, "Urgent news: After the clown escaped from prison, he took hostages, tied bombs..."

"Don't be afraid, Billy," Dorothy reassured the children from Fawcett City, "It's the routine of Gotham City, you'll get used to it after a while."

"It exploded, Arkham escaped again, and the bank was robbed... Anyway, it's like Doraemon's pocket, it has everything."

From shock to indifference, Dorothy, a good citizen of Gotham, may be able to share the whole mental journey with Billy.

She took out a tissue and wiped her hands, and pointed to the dinner plate in front of her: "Bet on the last red hood, it will definitely be Batman who solves everything in the end."

What she said before, the clown is definitely a binding monster used to give the black paint experience.

No, so it seems that the player Dorothy has to work hard too.Dorothy wondered if she should have a big game with Batman.

By the way, has the Mad Hatter escaped?She touched her chin a little eagerly.

Confused, Billy Batson was still wondering what the "red hood" Dorothy was talking about, until he looked in the direction of Dorothy's finger and suddenly realized.

The ketchup-smeared French fries were lying on the dinner plate, and it was... a bit like the front mask that the Red Hood had long since eliminated.

But Billy quite agreed with Dorothy's deduction.That's right, the mysterious Batman is omnipotent.

Although Shazam is Batman's co-worker, there is nothing to be afraid of, but...Little Billy is really afraid of Batman.

"I heard that Batman and..." Billy wanted to make a joke and lighten the atmosphere, but he suddenly realized what he was talking about and shut up immediately.

Dorothy cast a puzzled look.

He looked at Miss Wayne, coughed and said calmly, "Uh, it's nothing. I won't talk about the gossip, it's not true anyway."

What is not finished is that I heard that Batman has an unusual relationship with Bruce Wayne.However, the strong desire to survive reminded Billy that after talking about it, he might really want to break up.

They were interrupted by a roaring wave of cheers, "Batman!" "It's Batman!"

The noisy and lively voice drowned out the sound of the radio.It's clear that once again Batman has managed to get everything right.

A brown-haired boy even jumped on the dining table and made a fighting gesture: "Iambatman!"

"I want to be Batman when I grow up!"

It seems that Batman is an alternative career direction, sitting in rows with doctors, scientists, and teachers.

"He's super cool!"

The children were all whispering to each other, except for the two cubs who were out of tune.

Gotham's home court advantage is incomparable.

Two superhero cubs surrounded by bat blowing ocean: ...

By the way, why do all the kids here like Batman?Little Dorothy was puzzled, don't they think the darkness is super scary?Will hit bat darts in people's faces!Will open the door to kill!

The number one bat blower, the old principal Ronnie, smiled and said nothing.

Dorothy was silent for a moment, then raised her paw and suggested, "Why don't we go to the library."

Billy blinked and agreed, "Good idea."

When Alfred passed the messy cabinet with the tray, he stopped and stood still, showing a disapproving look at Dick lying on the sofa.

"Master Richard, just a reminder that you are past the age of playing hide-and-seek with cereal."

The floor was piled with turned-out objects, the drawers were half-drawn and exposed to the air, and any corner that could hide things was brutally murdered.

Apparently, Dick was no longer finding the cereal he had been stashing away from raids.

Dick, whose head was resting on the sofa so tired that he was drowsy, sat up straight in a jerk. He put his hands on his knees and quickly assumed a cute sitting posture.

"Ah Fu, I'll pack it up right away, I promise!"

Dick smiled flatteringly at Alfred. His handsome face and warm smile were the invincible weapons of Police Officer Richard Grayson.

Alfred said gently: "Oh, then I will wait and see."

The elegant and calm old butler walked to the table, lifted the pot and poured the brewed Earl Gray black tea into the teacup, his movements were pleasing to the eye.

Alfred is an old British butler who pays attention to rituals.

Dick got up resignedly: "It would be great if there was a spell to clean up."

Given Dorothy's uncanny love for magical stories, magical reading stories were all the rage in the Wayne household.

"If I'd cleaned it up," Damian's voice cut in, "then, unfortunately, you'd never be in this room again."

Damian's words reached Dick's ears without fail.

Dick about to be cleaned up: ? ? ?

Dick let go of his hands and sat on the ground directly. He wiped his face and said, "Little D, I didn't provoke you today, did I?"

Damian sat on a chair and looked at the book in his hand. Through the cover, it could be seen that it was a book about gardening.

No, Grayson provoked him today.

"Alfred, if you have time, remember to remind father to make up for Grayson's ticket."

Make up fare?What ticket to make up?Dick was at a loss, but this didn't stop the mother bird from intuiting that this was a bad word, and sure enough——

"After all, Grayson's little brain was halfway through the development and escaped the ticket on the train, and didn't arrive at the terminal correctly."

Dick poked his fluffy head out from the top of the sofa and warned, "Little D?"

"Are you sure we're going to lose both?"

Dick felt the bird's mind clearly, and he knew which wing the bird fell from when he picked up a fried feather.Thanks to Bruce's nanny mission, he also has a lot of dirty information about Damian in his hands.

Damian was probably looking for trouble again, looking at him displeased and venting his anger.

Uh, could it be that Robin rushed to the scene from the school only to find out that the mission was over for nothing.Angry?

It was too late when Robin received the information at noon. By the time he arrived at Gotham Central Park, Batman had already dismantled the bomb, rescued the hostages, and subdued the Joker.

But Batman always felt that something was wrong. He escorted the Joker to Arkham Asylum and has not returned yet.

Dick touched his lips and nodded his praise for his reasonable guess.There was a smile on the corners of the lips that made people linger in dreams, so beautiful that people wanted to pinch their chins and kiss them.

Damian looked away: "Tsk."

"Alfred, that thing in Dorothy's bedroom..." He quickly changed his words under Alfred's disapproving gaze, "What kind of carrot is it?"

"I'll probably have to check it out before I can give you an answer." Alfred paused and hesitated for a moment.

"Forgive me, Master Damian, your talent for raising animals is already good enough, and you don't need to prove your love for nature through gardening."

That's the character set of Poison Ivy.

A burst of earth-shattering laughter came from Dick's direction, he was out of breath from laughing, and spoke intermittently: "Hahaha, little D, you can't shave your head at the manor anymore, Bruce will spank your ass ..."

"How about practicing from somewhere else? Like the cute fried hair on your head?"

Damian was a little exasperated: "Shut up, Dicky Bird, you can really apply for the Gotham talk show."

"Then I'll invite you to be my resident guest." Dick didn't care, and even took the time to tease Damian.

Dick leaned back against the armrest of the sofa and joked, "Did you forget? You thought the milk powder was for Titus."

He cleared his throat and imitated his little brother: "Father, Titus can't use a bottle."

"Hahahahaha," Dick clutched his stomach and trembled with laughter, those "weird gadgets" that Bruce subconsciously bought back then.

Damian's indifferent face: "No one said that you smile like a villain?"

"Hahaha, ahem, no one."

"Now." Damian glanced at him and twitched the corners of his mouth. "It seems that your teammates are very tolerant."

"Wait, does Titus eat cereal?" Dick suddenly realized something, and quickly pressed, "Tell me he doesn't eat it. Right?"

"Wake up, Titus doesn't eat everything, and no one cares about your cereal."

"But what Todd said is right, you really should make up for Grayson." Damian snapped back unceremoniously, Robin, who is short-tempered, has never been the one who is willing to suffer, "Add one more tomorrow morning How about an omelette?"

Taking advantage of Alfred's absence, he jumped up from the chair, kicked a stack of books that had just been piled up on the floor and scattered them.

Damian raised his eyebrows and smiled viciously: "You're welcome, it should be."

"Anyway, what you are best at is dealing with the aftermath, isn't it?" Damian was as proud as a king, stabbing the heart of the big blue bird who was often left behind by Batman to deal with the aftermath.

Dick was dumbfounded.

He was seriously considering the feasibility of pressing his little brother to the ground and beating him up.How about hanging it up to blow dry?A breath of fresh air is good for your health.The gargoyle under the eaves is so lonely, it probably wants to be accompanied.

When Dorothy ran down from the upstairs, all she saw was Dick squatting on the ground with a sad face and tidying up.

With a book of stories under her arm, she leaned over curiously and asked, "Hey, Dickie, what are you doing?"

"Looking for his sweetheart." Damian answered first, and he stopped Zaizai: "Dorothy, stay away from Grayson."

Grayson's ability to assimilate is simply superb.

The pretty blue eyes blinked, and Dorothy decided not to hear.She bounced and stopped in front of Dick: "It's right in front of you, can't you see it?"

Dorothy turned around with her little face in her hands, smiling super sweetly.

"I caught it," Gentle Dicky Bird picked up the little sister and turned around. "I caught a baby that would automatically run to my eyes, but I still have to look for another lost baby."

He meant cereal.

Damian paused when he saw this, and slapped the book backwards on the table.Dorothy and Grayson must be kept separate.

"Come here." He raised his chin.

"Wait a while, little D, I'll help Dicky find cereal first." Dorothy ran to Damian's side, and the book full of fairy tales was placed on the table.

Dorothy was halfway through her new fairy tale, when she looked up and saw that it was almost supper time, and she came down straight away.

"Uh, actually, I think—" Before Dick finished speaking, Dorothy ran back with Dick's cereal on her short legs.

"Here." Dorothy stuffed Dickie into his arms, and she easily found the precious cereal that the owner had forgotten in a hidden corner.

Dick stared at the cereal in his hand in disbelief. He looked at it over and over again, and it was true that he had lost it.

How did Dorothy find it?He just turned upside down and didn't find it.

The big blue bird began to doubt life in a trance.

He felt that he had to re-evaluate his little sister's talent for hiding and finding things, which was definitely a master level.

Damian: "Dorothy, what's that thing in your pot?"

"Then you're probably going to ask Alfred." It was Jason who answered him.

Jason walked down the stairs slowly, stretched his arms over his head, stretched, and yawned.

Red Hood started working overtime last night, and then called it a day before Dorothy came home.

He saw the book in front of Damian sharply.

"Anyway, whatever you grow is better than what you grow." Jason, who had replaced a large piece of carrot, was a little guilty, but choked back without hesitation.

"Hi, Alfred. Is it time for dinner?"

He moved aside, greeted Alfred who was passing by, and reached out to grab a cucumber sandwich from the tray and put it in his mouth.

In addition to cookies, this is another special skill of Butler Man who has conquered bird cubs and father birds.

"Miss Dorothy's carrots are growing really well."

The old butler who went back to the storage room to answer Damian's question about "what kind of carrot is?" calmly replied to Damian.

Before the smile on Jason's face disappeared, Mr. Housekeeper added slowly, "After careful inspection, I found that it was a seed bag from many years ago, and all the seeds inside had hardened to the point where they could not germinate."

Unusable seed bags somehow got mixed in where new seeds of the same variety were placed.All are carrot seeds.

These carrot seeds left over from many years ago lay quietly in the drawer until Alfred inadvertently handed them over to Dorothy.

"It was my mistake, Miss Dorothy."

Since Dorothy got a bag of unusable carrot seeds.Here's the problem, the carrots growing in Dorothy's pots...

Choking suddenly, Jason scratched his neck:! ! !

Little Dorothy who planted a prop carrot:! ! !

Dick suddenly recalled Jason with mud on his sleeves that day, and said with a suppressed smile, "Little Wing, I have decided to be a good brother too. The fried eggs tomorrow morning are all yours."

Damian crossed his chest and gave Dick a sideways look, and said to Dorothy, "Why don't you write a new fairy tale called Dorothy's Flower Pot?"

"Absolutely profound."