[Zhongyingmei] The style of the game is wrong

"When he stuffed cream cake into my mouth, it was like feeding Titus!" Dorothy huddled on the sofa in the corner, reached out to help the small crystal crown on top of her head, and the chasing and fighting at the banquet bumped her birthday. crown.

Dorothy had a little milk burp, and after a chorus version of the birthday song in different tunes, she was immediately chased by several brothers, chasing and feeding her, while avoiding the cream fight that was thrown in the air.

——Looking at the messy scene, anyway, Dick Grayson will be busy afterwards.

Today is Dorothy's birthday. Dick packed the living room in advance and used it as a small banquet hall, decorated with ribbons and balloons, with childlike graffiti on the walls, and a three-tiered birthday cake in the middle.There is a small sparkling chandelier hanging from the ceiling, which is cute in shape and emits soft light.

The bulging long balloons are tied into the shapes of cute little animals with different postures.

All kinds of desserts are piled up in a round tower shape, with different tastes.The presents were piled up on the table in a crowded pile. The gift boxes were wrapped in colorful paper and tightly tied together with colorful ribbons.

"But Titus is cute." Billy had heard Dorothy say that Titus was a black Great Dane owned by Damian.

"you're right."

Billy was next to Dorothy, dabbing at his face with paper towels, and the trash can by the arm of the couch was filled with a dozen balls of paper towels.

"It's pretty good." Billy said sincerely, shaking his hair and turning his head, "At least he didn't meet you and put a plate of cream cake on your face."

"Then I made a special trip to guard the door of the bathroom. When you finally cleaned up and stepped out, you took another plate and locked the door in front of you."

The long eyelashes still have the icing on the cake, and the way he looks now is the work of Damian's labor, and Billy is so pissed off about it that he tries to get back, only to trip over the arsenal lying on the ground while running and fall. He stumbled, but was ridiculed by Damian again.

The arsenal was so drunk that it was originally placed on the long sofa, but it turned over and fell on the floor.Alcoholic beverages were prohibited at Dorothy's little birthday party, but the arsenal was drunk at the door of the house after being stuffed with alcohol.Jason swears at this, but he drags his drunken partner into the house anyway.

According to Jason's words, the behavior of the arsenal is called malicious touching.

The arsenal quarreled with Green Arrow again, and the complexity of the relationship between the two fathers and sons was not as simple as that between Red Hood and Batman.Originally, after Green Arrow came out of the other world, the relationship eased a lot, but because of some inexplicable thing, he started a big fight, and even started fighting.

"He even said," Billy cleared his throat, took a deep breath, and imitated Damian's arrogant look, "Dolly can squat faster than you. And who is Dolly?"

"Uh, my electronic doll, the kind that can move forward by turning the knob, is super sensitive, and it is indeed faster than your... er, I mean, Captain Fantastic Shazam is faster."

Billy choked, and he grabbed a tissue to brush his cream-stained white eyebrows, and finally wiped his cream-decorated face clean.

"……All right."

To this, Dorothy only gave a sympathetic look, and Damian's mouth was like anyone who listened to it.

Dorothy took a peek at Damian who was on the other side of the hall, quickly patted Billy on the shoulder, and said softly: "If you think about it from another angle, he is definitely jealous that you are younger than him but taller than him." high."

Billy's size has indeed been increasing, which may be related to his recent maintenance of Billy Batson's body shape.

"Thanks, I feel better."

"However, Batman..." Under Dorothy's disapproving gaze, Billy quickly changed his words, his voice was small and cautious, "Mr. Wayne, is he here to take you home?"

Baby Brucey, who looked like a banquet summoning beast, pushed the door openly and walked in. Under Dorothy's complicated eyes, she came over and pinched Dorothy's little face, talking to herself very happily, smiling happily Like a silly dad.

It fully demonstrates the comprehensive quality of Brucey Baby.

Dorothy thought he'd forgotten, Batman wasn't the type to mark birthdays with circles on the calendar, maybe Baby Bruce remembered.

—By the way, Baby Brucey is really cute.

But immediately Batman regained his sense of presence, as if he didn't say hello when he came. When Dorothy was brewing up a good mood and planned to talk about some issues in depth, he turned around and disappeared.

Oh well, turn around, Batman's standard equipment.

"Boom—" Dorothy squeezed the small animal balloon in her hand.

"Obviously, come and wish me a happy birthday."

"He came here like a normal person, that's all," Dorothy's eyes widened in disbelief, "he left like a normal person again."

He was evading the core issue openly, relying on the pretty face of Brucey's baby to commit crimes, so sweet that Dorothy couldn't shake his fist.

Dorothy chattered endlessly, and said firmly, "No, I won't go back to Wayne Manor with him."

"Thank you for the birthday present." Dorothy held up the little jack-o-lantern. "That's a cool idea!"

What Billy gave was a beautifully carved little jack-o-lantern with a magical candle inside. As long as it was lit, candies of various flavors would continuously pop out from the cracked smiling face.

Dorothy tried it once, and there came out nougat, toffee, and chocolate.

Jason moved the corpse's arsenal to his bedroom, even though he seemed to be throwing the arsenal out of the way with all his strength.

Tim looked at him and took a small sip of his coffee.

When Jason disappeared around the corner, Tim stood up and walked towards Dorothy, saying, "Okay, Dorothy, it's time to go to bed."

"It's only 09:30!" protested Dorothy. "It's still my birthday party."

Damian had already changed into Robin's uniform. He glanced this way and interjected: "Protesting is useless, little man."

Dorothy made a face at Damian.

"I'm sorry, but I'm so sleepy," Tim yawned deliberately, his face pale too much, "General Zod escaped from the Phantom Zone again, Superboy was called away by Superman, these days I'm running around in Teen Titans ..."

Before Tim could finish his words, Dorothy jumped down and hugged him: "Of course! I'm going to sleep now!"

"Tim, go to bed too!"

Tim took Dorothy's hand, then turned his head to Billy who stood up and said, "I'll take you to the guest room later."

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his smile was gentle but he looked at Billy with a shiver.

Then, Billy Batson was packed and stuffed into the rental house of the Green Lantern next door, and the two Zhenglian colleagues stared at each other.

The Green Lantern chewing bread almost choked himself when he met him: "Shazam, so you are so short!"

The Green Lantern circled around Shazam's body, and Billy froze and didn't know what to do.

He hugged his good colleague: "How about you sleep next door, brother?"

"By the way, you've had dinner, right? I mean, you can lie on the bed and go to sleep without any extra meals?"

"Don't, don't look at me like that," Green Lantern swallowed the last bit of bread, "After all, the Green Lantern Corps won't pay me a penny."

Unlike the Green Arrow, the richest man in Star City who is also in the green department, Green Lantern is such a chic and carefree poor man.

The bed curtain blocked the bright moonlight. Dorothy lay on the soft bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. The little crown was taken off and placed beside the pillow.

In the end, I got out of the bed, opened the curtains, sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed and looked at the silent night sky. The stars were spreading on the high-quality velvet, shining brightly.

After she returned to the room, she found the confiscated props, baguettes, Alice's bow...all piled up on the bed, and the pair of toy bat darts that were broken before, they have been restored.By the way, the bow tied on it is quite pretty.

Bruce Wayne was obviously not alone, and he brought back the confiscated props, but Dorothy reasonably suspected that they had all made their way to the test bench.

Tim, who sent her back to the room, sighed: "Bruce is always like this, he can't express himself at all."

"When he was a little younger than you..." Tim paused, looked down at the wide-eyed Dorothy, and changed the subject, "Go to sleep, I'm going out first."

Dorothy picked up the pillow and threw it over her lap.She took out the note and pearls from the previous dungeon, put them in her palm, and clenched them tightly.

She has long known the meaning behind the two.

—Alfred told her the story of a little boy named Bruce Wayne when he delivered cookies.

One night in September, the boy lost his parents to two shots in a cold crime alley, and his mother's blood-stained pearl necklace shattered to the ground.

Later, the boy became Batman, and he wanted to prevent such a tragedy from happening again.

The meaning on the note is the opening code of the Batcave, and it is the time when Bruce's parents-her grandparents were killed.

"This is probably the last pearl." Afu said, Master Bruce had collected all the scattered pearls, but there was only one missing.

She was thinking, her hand touched the window unconsciously, and then retracted.

After struggling for a while, Dorothy opened the map. Except for the unconscious arsenal, only the little green dot representing Red Robin was staying motionless in her room.

And the Mad Hatter representing the red dot was still flashing, and somehow ran out again, running around in Gotham.When Dorothy returned to the bedroom and just lay down, she heard the mission prompt sound, and her bound monster came out and jumped again.

Scratching her hair, Dorothy stuffed all the special props into the den space.

Tim must be asleep, she thought.

She got up quickly, put on a hairpin with cat ears to hide herself, pushed open the door silently, and tiptoed to Tim's room.

Tim lay on his back on the bed with a relaxed expression and long breathing.He looked like he hadn't had a good night's sleep in a long time.

Dorothy touched the tip of Tim's nose tentatively, and she held her breath, watching Tim's long eyelashes move and then calm down.

Dorothy called softly, "Tim—"

Tim didn't respond.It seemed that she had entered a deep sleep, and Dorothy's hanging heart was relieved. She returned to the bedroom lightly, and wrapped herself up tightly in a familiar way.

After Dorothy left, Tim opened his closed eyes, sighed tiredly, and pressed the button.

She puts on [Alice's bow], opens the window, and heads to Gotham.

"No, I don't think about him, I just miss hitting the Mad Hatter on the back of the head."

Ten minutes later, the gargoyle on the roof of Gotham witnessed Dorothy complete the task perfectly.

Dorothy picked up the black top hat that the Mad Hatter had dropped when he fell, turned it upside down, and stuffed a skinny gray rabbit into it desperately.

"Okay, the magician's little rabbit can stay here obediently."

"Alice." Batman's voice came from behind. He didn't call Dorothy's real name. Obviously, he knew that the unconscious Mad Hatter was still here.

Batman has always been of the cautious kind.

Startled, Dorothy hid her top hat behind her back and turned around quickly, holding the baguette she had found tightly against her chest: "I don't really want to fight with you tonight."

"I didn't come to fight." Batman sighed, and raised a hand toward Dorothy.

He approached slowly, knelt down and looked directly into Dorothy's eyes, showing the lower half of his face, and smiled, "Happy birthday."

"...you said it before." Dorothy.

"Then listen again," Batman pinched the cat ears on top of Dorothy's head, "it's not midnight yet."

"Okay."

Dorothy held out her hand to him, and in the small fisted palm was a round pearl.

Batman stared at Dorothy silently for a while, put away the pearls, and put his arms around Dorothy: "Thank you."

"I'm sorry." He hugged Dorothy.

"Really?" Dorothy was silent for a moment, and pushed him away.

She took out a carrot from her pocket and handed it to Batman, staring at him: "To show my sincerity——"

"Eat this carrot first!"