[Zhongyingmei] The style of the game is wrong

"The mission target has entered the monitoring range," Batman said with a serious face behind the Batcave console, and he leaned forward slightly, "Red Hood, pay attention."

"Report the situation at any time."

The red hood on the other end of the communicator hid behind the door and twitched his mouth, resigned to his fate: "...everything is normal, nothing unusual."

"Penny one," Batman's deep voice expressed satisfaction, and he turned to Alfred beside him and asked, "Backup plan?"

The old butler in a tuxedo was meticulously dressed. He nodded slightly, and he lifted the lid of the tray with one hand. The cookies were lying on the tray, as if shining in the gloomy bat cave.

Then he calmly bowed and waved his hand, pointing to the corner, where a bunch of plush toys were placed in the corner.Among a bunch of My Little Pony and Superman dolls, the huge Batman doll occupies the C position, with cute and cute round white eyes.

The old butler had a gentle voice and a confident expression: "The preparations are complete."

Batman leaned back in his chair and started the command: "Plan A, execute."

Red Hood, who was dispatched to serve as the vanguard, hid in his room, listening attentively to the movement in Dorothy's room next door.The small communicator is hidden on the ear, and the bat communication channel remains unblocked.

The black bat and his string of birdie balls are all on the line.

In the room, the soundproofing equipment that hadn't been turned on since coming back has already been turned on, covering an absolute quiet barrier, which will not arouse the vigilance of the neighbors at all.

Do prepare.

Jason tugged at the special equipment he was forced to put on, and the dazzling pink color on the hoodie made him look away.When I lowered my head, my eyes happened to hit the large version of the rabbit slippers, and I squeezed out a sentence like a toothache: "The mission target is in the room."

Dorothy, who had gone to school today, came back early--this is obviously a euphemism, but more precisely, playing truant.

Dorothy appeared in her room out of nowhere, and Shensi's subordinates forgot to hide with cat ear hairpins.The newly installed monitor in Wayne Manor, facing the window of the little girl's bedroom, did its job faithfully before she drew down the curtain to block the room.

Brand-new, 360-degree surveillance cameras with no dead angle are all over the outside and corridors, aiming at Dorothy's bedroom.By the way, if it hadn't been interrupted by the housekeeper, today's black paint would even want to violate the rules and install one in Dorothy's room.

In short, all interpretation rights of the monitor belong to Batman, the supreme leader of Wayne Manor.

At the same time, I have to say that Batman's response speed is even better than Superman's super speed.

The moment he caught Dorothy's signal, Bruce immediately hid back in the Batcave, saying, "Jason, I believe in you."

As a result, Jason, who just returned to Wayne Manor, became the vanguard.

Dorothy's truancy home from school caught everyone by surprise.She was coaxed by Bruce to go to school happily this morning.

Dickie had an inexplicable confidence in his pup.From the beginning to the end, he was like a silly Baitian, thinking that it must be a grand ending of a family carnival in the end.He was always like that, maintaining a hopeful and optimistic attitude about everything.

Dicky Bird, who is good at hitting the straight ball, is always a mudslide in the bat family who misses the point.

The mudslides rolled in desperately, trying to bridge the gaps caused by misunderstanding and suspicion between families.

So, the angle of mother bird's attention was so strange that Jason wanted to open his little brain to see what was made of it.

In the communication channel, the mother bird chattered endlessly: "My God, Dorothy played truant from school."

"Little D, did you teach it? I know you asked Titus to help you tear up the social practice homework you didn't like!"

Damian was a little upset at first, but when Dick said that, he turned his gun|gun|gun|gun|guns and blasted at Dick: "Wake up, you once asked Superman to do your homework for you."

Red Robin, who was desperately rushing back from Teen Titans, expressed his exhaustion. He interrupted the two who were arguing: "But obviously, our handsome police officer Dick can't invite Dorothy to the police station just because he plays truant. .”

"And the devil boy couldn't lock up Dorothy."

"So, can you set up a separate channel to have a war of words?" Red Robin sincerely suggested.

His usual calm demeanor was gone, and he was a little bit at a loss now, as nervous as when he discovered Batman's true identity and first summoned up the courage to stand in front of Batman.

After all, he, like Batman, never expects the worst.After beating the two of them, he turned his head and babbled at the red hood like a mother bird, telling him to pay attention.

Jason held his beloved red hood, and put it on his head as if he was dead.

The moment his hand touched the doorknob, he finally couldn't help it: "Old Bat, can't you condescend to move and fly out of the bat cave?"

"Babe Brucey can fix it all, I know, he can."

"Run over and hug Dorothy, be honest, be honest, use your pretty face that captivates half of Gotham. Dorothy will forgive you."

Jason was already talking nonsense, and started to come up with ideas: "Just say that you love to wander the streets of Gotham in a bat costume, make yourself miserable, and shed two tears, and Dorothy will definitely coax you back. you."

In the end, the sour tone couldn't be stopped: "Anyway, she likes Bruce the most."

Batman: "...It's better to say that you are Little Red Riding Hood in fairy tales, in order to realize the dream of a fairy tale princess..."

Red Robin: "Excuse me, Dorothy always thought she was a prince and we were princesses."

A group of weak princesses who need the protection of the prince and can speak.Don't ask how Red Robin, the night-staying king, found out. Anyway, it wasn't when he lived on coffee for five consecutive days until he was in a trance and almost fainted to the ground when Dorothy caught him.

"...A fairytale dream has come to the world." Batman added calmly.

Girls this age believe it.

Maybe he got his brain gnawed by zombie Grundy, or infected by the Justice League who housed many sand sculptures.

The red hood on the upper body of the pink rabbit suit is expressionless, and the red hood stands upright, making it very conspicuous when it breaks out from the crowd of fans.He clutched at the door, as if in a last-ditch struggle.

The big bats on his chest are all pink.

Increase the favorability through dressing up, use the art of conversation to get closer to Dorothy, and find out the source of Dorothy's problems.When necessary, take off the vest of the red hood and be honest with the cutie as Jason Todd.

Be careful, don't expose Dorothy catman's vest as soon as you come up, it will arouse the child's rebellious psychology.

Anyway... Who made the Red Hood the most favorable in Dorothy's heart?And the Red Hood kidnaps...well, saving Dorothy once, only using the Red Hood as a breakthrough.

"There's something wrong," Batman said without saying anything. He clasped his hands against his chin, and turned to think about Dorothy's unexpected move. "Be careful to adapt."

Batman had a bad feeling.

But what exactly is wrong?At this time, it was only half an hour since Dorothy hopped to school with her schoolbag on her back.

Jason's palms were slightly sweaty, and he raised his arms to stretch his body in a concealed manner.

The tactical-grade pinhole camera he carried swayed with his movements, and he pinned it to the neckline.

"Todd, don't move around," Damian's voice sounded impatient, "The camera is shaking, although the vertigo is not worth mentioning to me, but your flamingo costume did cause me mental damage. "

Flamingo Jason: ...

"Shut up, devil bastard, just say one more word and I'll take you to make soup, so I can feed the mother bird's brain."

Damian gets stumped by the tiresome chores of school.Annoying social practice and annoying grading teacher, because he has escaped three times before, and the teacher's eyes are almost glued to him.

"Or you can send the big blue bird out." Jason took a deep breath, twisted the handle, and said before stepping out of the door, "This is a good trick for hug monsters."

The helpless red-headed man was merciless, but as for the big blue bird, he accepted his younger brother's praise with peace of mind.

Wearing a pink combat uniform, wearing rabbit special combat shoes, and wearing an eye-catching little red bucket, the flamingos attack.

Dorothy, who was stunned by the news that "Batman is Bruce Wayne", only hurriedly handed the photo to Billy and asked him to take it back to the watchtower, then sent props and hurried back to the house to pack up and plan to run away.

All the special props were thrown into [Dorothy's Nest], and she took the little carrot, which was a similar prop on the balcony, and poured it directly into the little nest, and all the radish puree went into the little nest.

The small suitcase smeared with Superman's Q-version graffiti was stuffed to the brim, and it was placed beside her feet. Finally, she looked at the radish that Jason had specially replaced for him, and thought about reaching out to hold a pot.

Dorothy stood by the bed, her tone erratic: "System, are you happy? We are moving."

After Dorothy passed three copies, the system finally lived up to expectations and was upgraded to the point where contact with coordinate points is not necessary as a prerequisite for communicating with Zai Zai.I have to say, it feels like it has evolved from 2G to 3G, but the range is within one meter.

After a while, the system finally spoke, with a complicated tone: "...Are you sure?"

Dorothy closed the small suitcase with one hand: "Very sure."

But Dorothy didn't think about it, she just thought that the system was too comfortable and didn't want to move.

She spoke earnestly, and seemed to be saying to herself: "Don't be eroded by the enemy's sugar-coated shells!"

Before she was going to call Jason next door—yes, the system showed a gray dot in the next room, Jason knocked on her door.

When the door opened, both of them were stunned for a moment by the other's attire.

Dorothy took Jason's hand, walked to the suitcase, and said, "Little Wing, you came just in time, I was going to find you."

Before Jason, who was called out to reveal his identity, had no time to react, Dorothy continued to pin him there with words.

"I know who you really are. Bruce Wayne, Batman; and the other three are Robins."

Dorothy pointed to herself: "And I, catman!"

The script is wrong.

Jason thought blankly, this is a big deal.

Well, the old bat always speaks his word, now it's improvisation time.

There was no sound in the communication channel, as if Darkseid came to Earth for a vacation and locked up all living people by the way.

Pulling a small suitcase, Dorothy approached Jason, looked up at him with a solemn face, "Little Wing, will you be my father and leave with me?"

Batman, who was eavesdropping in the Batcave, shook his hand, and the bat dart was thrown out, drawing an arc and thrusting into the wall.

Red Hood almost blurted out: "I do."

The suddenly abandoned old father: ? ? ?

It wasn't until he suddenly remembered that the old bat was eavesdropping that he hurriedly remedied: "Cough, this may be a bit difficult. Uh, how did you know my identity? And leave home... run away?"

He glanced at the suitcase at Dorothy's feet.

Dorothy raised her hand to interrupt him, her little voice was full of seriousness: "No, I'm not joking."

"You are my new dad."

She took a deep breath: "This world is a game, and I want to team up with Chaoying to save the world through dungeons."

Jason was taken aback when he heard it. Did Little Dorothy watch too many cartoons?Do you want to confiscate your phone and tablet together?

"I have an original coordinate point in my house, which can be archived."

The coordinate point has not been moved because the destination has not been determined.This was the reason why Dorothy planned to bring Jason over, and she took advantage of the opportunity to tidy up her things.Dorothy thought firmly, she definitely didn't come back to take a look because she was reluctant to leave!

"Also, your new uniform, Little Wing, is so pretty." Seeing the pink ball, Dorothy felt that the red hood was really different from the pitch black.

Little did they know that this flamingo suit was nothing but black attention.

To cut a long story short, Dorothy shoved the small handle of the suitcase into Jason's hand, and turned her head towards the bed board... Ah no, the system shouted: "Regenerate the birth system."

Nothing happened.

Jason clutched the handle of the small suitcase, nervously watching his surroundings, wondering whether Dorothy had been deceived by some villain.

"Wait a minute," Dorothy blinked, "System, open a new file."

Still nothing happened.

"Uh, the system may be shy. He has never talked to outsiders."

If the chain is lost at a critical moment, it turns out that the system is not reliable at all, but let's leave quickly first.Otherwise, I won't be able to leave when Batman reacts.

Dorothy picked up Little Wing's hand, walked towards the window, and comforted: "Don't worry, we will teleport out in the next jump."

She talks about what [Alice's Bow] does.

"It's a good thing you're not Robin, Wing," she muttered, "I hate the dark."

"And Red Hood is awesome!"

At the same time, a dark and deep voice sounded beside Flamingo's ear: "Tell her."

"Or I'll tell her." The implication is threatening.

Red Hood: ...Oh, I knew it.

Jason stopped in his tracks, but to be honest, if conditions allowed, he really wanted to jump off and run away from home with the rambling little baby.

It's a pity that the big bat and his group of bird cubs are watching. Most importantly, cough, he...

"Baby, have you ever heard of resurrection from the dead?" Jason said seriously, taking off his eye-catching dazzling red hood, revealing his handsome face.

Little Dorothy raised her head in a daze, and looked at him puzzled.

"That's right, uh," Jason ruffled his hair in embarrassment, rubbed his nose in bewilderment, and finally cleared his throat, "Actually, I am the second-generation Robin."

With a "clang-crack" the hand let go, and the carrot pot in Dorothy's arms fell to the floor.