[Zhongyingmei] The style of the game is wrong

In the end, Connor, who still couldn't stand the inexplicable atmosphere, broke the stagnant atmosphere.

Connor realized that Dorothy was wondering about his origin, so he explained it patiently.After finishing speaking, he shrugged his shoulders and turned his head out of the window, ending with a sentence: "That's it."

"But I'm living with Superman now." The boy's voice was clean and crisp, and the tone became lively again, "He's awesome!"

"Do you want to hang out with Superman?" Connor tried to make a wall for his father.

Dorothy blinked at him, just about to say that she's been climbing walls since the moment Superman caught her.But before he could speak, he was interrupted by a sudden brake.

Looking at the rear through the rearview mirror, Red Robin found something when he retracted his gaze, and he slammed on the brakes.Recall the flashing red and black figure on the top of the tall building.

Red Robin quickly called out the monitor, and said affirmatively, "It's the death knell."

He sent the message back to the Teen Titans.The Titans are dealing with a rather weird task. They have locked on the old enemy Death Knell. They suspect that the death knell who appeared inexplicably and disappeared is inseparable from this matter.

Not to mention that the death knell has cheated them hard again.

It is precisely because of this incident that Red Robin has been staying on Titan to stare at people, trying to analyze Deathstroke's intentions and the man behind the scenes, but has no clue.Apparently, the Titans' old foe, Deathstroke, was careful enough to know them well.

This time, I happened to find the trace of the death knell, and I couldn't delay it any longer.Red Robin made up his mind.

Robin's eyes also shivered when he heard the words, but his hand was held down by Red Robin as soon as he put it on the handlebar.

Red Robin said succinctly: "I can solve it, you follow Yeyi."

"After solving this matter, Superboy and I will go back to Titan."

"I'll definitely beat him down this time." Connor gritted his teeth and said, he was tricked by Deathstroke in the last fight, and he motioned to Red Robin, "I must be added this time."

Red Robin nodded, he quickly explained a few words to Jason, opened the car door and jumped out.

"Don't you really need help?" The unexpected episode made Dick heave a sigh of relief. He took off the communicator from his ear and put it away in his pocket.

The moment everyone turned to him, he hung up the call consciously.

Connor turned his head and waved his hand, then jumped out of the car and flew into the air: "Thanks, Nightwing. We can take care of him."

"But you might have to help Red Robin with the baby."

The entrusted Robin snorted.

They were really busy, and little Dorothy blinked her pretty blue eyes as they watched their leaving figures.

Jason thought she was worried, and said to Dorothy, "It's probably the Titan's mission, and the two of them are enough to deal with it."

He had fought with Death Knell, and he knew the opponent's strength in his heart.

To be more precise, Deathstroke has fought all the Robins.Based on this, he even wondered if Deathstroke had the same Robin complex as the old bat.

But now he had to have a good talk with Big Blue Jay about his overzealousness and his rich emotional outflow.

As Jason said, he stretched out his arms and strangled Dicky Bird's neck. It seemed that good brothers were fighting each other intimately, and Dick was caught before he could react.

Looking at the empty driving seat, Dorothy's eyes lit up.

"Shall I drive?" Dorothy stared at the steering wheel and pointed to the driver's seat, expecting inexplicably.

"I'm afraid not," said Damian, who was sitting in the passenger seat. "Your toy car isn't here."

He glanced at Dorothy, and sounded like a big boy trying to check a little sister's dangerous behavior.

But then, he jumped up and tried to step into the driver's seat.

As a result, Jason grabbed the back of the neck, and Jason raised his eyebrows: "You can't do it, little man."

"Are you right, Officer Grayson?" His tone was joking, successfully making Damian very upset. "Is there any reward for catching it?"

Damian slapped Jason's hand away.

Dickie took the opportunity to break free from under Jason's arms. He quickly jumped to the driver's seat and started the engine. He said solemnly, "Yes, reward a driver."

The scenery outside the window receded quickly, and the afterglow came in through the car window. It was now afternoon, and the sun was about to set.

The weather in Bludhaven is fine today, at least better than most of Gotham.

"Then let's continue the original topic." Jason glanced out the window and stared at the rearview mirror.And Dick is concentrating on driving, as if playing some immersive holographic racing game.

Abide by the established instructions of never glancing in the rearview mirror, and resolutely not making eye contact with Little Wing.

"Dorothy," Jason leaned closer, with a hint of danger in his deep voice, "where do you know these love stories?"

Dorothy was a little confused, but answered honestly.Children have always been ignorant and fearless, and listen to their emotional life as a love story, thus lacking enough awe.

But this is not a reason to take the cubs in advance, Jason thought deeply.

"The TV series, the sharing of good friends," Dorothy replied, she tilted her head and thought for a while, "and the tidbits about Bruce."

Probably influenced by the "Daily Bugle"'s shocking news about the bloody triangle, Dorothy paid special attention to Bruce's lace news for a while.

——Bruce also said at the time that these news were all fake, just fabricated by the tabloids.

But Batman shows that this isn't made up "out of thin air".

Bruce's loss proved that these embellished reports were not entirely fabricated by the newspapers, but were deliberately staged by Bruce for others to see.

Liar, not a word of truth out of his mouth.

Dorothy shook her little head, trying desperately to shake off Baby Brucey's sweet talk dipped in sugar.

"It's too inappropriate. Bruce simply made a completely wrong demonstration."

Dick saw the right time to attack with righteous indignation, and automatically filtered out Little Wing's sneer, but before the big blue bird could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard Dorothy continue.

"But I usually hear Dickie when he's on the phone." Little Dorothy put her hand to her ear and tilted her head in a gesture of a phone call. "Sometimes he calls in the hallway."

Dicky Bird always loves to communicate with each other through communication. Even if he lowers his voice, he can't escape the ears of Dorothy, who is superhuman with five senses.

The mother bird, who was carrying a carload of baby birds, decided to shut up for the sake of her life.

A good friend is Billy, and he and Dorothy share gossip... no, exchange information, and the key object is Nightwing.Oh, by the way, Dorothy almost forgot again, Dick is Nightwing.

The car stopped downstairs in Dick's small apartment.

Dorothy, who had never been here before, hopped into the house after Dick.

Dickie, who was almost attacked by a group, lay weakly on the sofa, looking up at the ceiling with blank eyes. He was almost wiped out by physics on the way.

Dorothy, holding the remote control, sat next to him and watched TV obediently.

Officer Grayson's bachelor pad is crowded and noisy, and four birds are crammed into the small space.

"It's really shabby." Damian commented sharply, and he kicked the headset that fell on the floor in disgust.

After inspecting Dick's small apartment, Damian leaned against the wall and pointed out Jiangshan.

Dick's small apartment is not big, just two bedrooms.But it is full of life, especially referring to the mess that spread from the floor to the table, the sofa is also full of messy clothes, and the floor is scattered with paper balls, books and some gadgets.

Obviously, this was intolerable for some of them, but the way it was dealt with was different.

Damian crossed his arms in front of him and clicked his tongue: "Titus' den is cleaner than this place."

Dicky buried his face in the pillow and rubbed it, and he sincerely suggested: "Then you can sleep on the street."

"There are only two bedrooms." Dick spread his hands and arranged the room in a serious manner. "Dorothy and I can share one room, and Little Wing sleeps in the living room."

Dick swore the sovereignty of the house and threatened the disobedient little brother, either to squeeze temporarily or walk slowly.

He was even considering whether to pack Damian and send him to Titan.Well, just as a backup plan.

Dick raised his head, his soft short hair spread out beside his ears, he put his hands on his forehead, and exclaimed, "Perfect plan."

and adequate backup plans.

Damian responded by grabbing the ball of paper at his feet and swiping it at Dick's face, hitting the bull's-eye.

It made Dick tear another piece of paper and rub it together with the paper ball, weighed it in his hand and threw it back.

Damian dodged sideways, but he didn't expect to be flanked by front and back, and Jason who passed from behind knocked him on the head.

"Tsk" Damian turned around while clutching the back of his head, his gaze collided with Jason, who was looking at him with a wastebasket in one hand.

As soon as Jason entered the door, he was forced to roll up his sleeves and start tidying up because of the messy room with nowhere to go, in the gap between Damian and Dick.

Compared with Jason's safe house, Dick's nest is a real bird's nest, with all kinds of objects arranged in a mess.

He raised the wastebasket in his hands to the two of them, and said in a gloomy tone, "I almost forgot you two outside, come in by yourself?"

In the other hand, he was clutching the ball of paper that Dick had thrown, and he threw it in viciously.

And Jason's expression revealed that he seemed to be really considering stuffing the two of them in the wastebasket.

"Thank you, Little Wing," Dick said without blushing, turning his head and continuing to fight Damian, "Please help me put this fried-haired little guy in."

He asked uncertainly, "It's free cleaning, right?"

Dick is gone. During this period of time, he ran around Gotham Bludhaven, and frequently asked for leave, which caused the already poor salary to shrink on a large scale again.

Jason rolled his eyes, turned and walked towards Dorothy.

Damian sneered: "Grayson, I deeply doubt whether your meager salary can support yourself?"

The emerald green eyes were shining with contempt for the bad man.

Little police officer Dick felt a pain in his heart: "...Little D, you should go to sleep on the street. There is not enough room for you in the house."

The room is too small to accommodate this vicious little firecracker.

Dorothy turned her head and looked at them thoughtfully, Dick was really having a hard time, and Little Wing, they probably had a really poor jingle on their bodies.Dorothy felt she had to do something.

So, the next moment——

"Crack!" Dorothy took out the black card and threw it on the table, her movements were extremely smooth and elegant, but the momentum of spending a lot of money was inexplicably familiar.

The beautiful little girl with black hair and blue eyes is calm and composed, and her soft and waxy voice is very confident: "How about we buy the house next door?"

Every gesture is full of aura of wealth.

She turned her head to comfort Damian: "Don't worry, little D, I won't let you live on the street."

Damian: ...

After a moment of silence, Jason put down the wastebasket, picked up the black card from the table and checked it carefully. The material was normal and it was a common style.

He frowned and asked, "Where did this come from?"

Dorothy told him it was from the game.Completing the game tasks can be rewarded with game coins, and those game coins are dollars in people's mouths.

Driven by the burden of providing for her family, Dorothy had saved up a good deal—roughly enough to buy about a fifth of the Batplanes.

Dorothy thought it was too little before, but now that the pressure of raising her father is removed, it is enough to support her brothers and herself.

Dorothy, who got rich through hard work, joined the ranks of rich cubs.

"This is actually the second one," she pouted, picked up the remote control beside her and turned off the TV, "The first one was tricked by Batman."

The cartoon that was playing disappeared in an instant, and the cheerful and lively sound effects also disappeared, and the black screen faced them.

Darkness deceived feelings and cheated money, Dorothy took a deep breath to calm herself down.

But she still doesn't know that the game currency rewarded by the task, that is, the money that is put into the black card account, is transferred from the foundation established by Wayne by the game.

To round it up, it is still Bat Daddy who is raising the bird cubs.

—but the cubs didn't know it.

"Don't be afraid," Dorothy looked at her brothers who ran away with her, her blue eyes were full of emotion, and she smiled super sweetly: "I will take care of you."

And, never spend a penny on Heiqiqi again!