[Zhongyingmei] The style of the game is wrong

The roof terrace at Wayne Manor has a new look.

Fix the fence, plant green plants, hang small wind chimes on the porch, armchairs and small coffee tables occupy a corner, mint and rosemary are placed on the shelves, and a small refrigerator is placed in the corner.

Surrounded by layers of emerald green, the greenery is as relaxing as a garden.

Dorothy's brilliant idea, and the butler's excellent execution, changed in a day.

"Is there someone to remind our little artist, our name is Wayne Manor, not Babylon." Jason, who returned home aggressively, was stunned. He heard that Dorothy had made some small changes, but he didn't expect She directly rebuilt it.

"What's that? The Hanging Gardens of Babylon?" Seriously, the old bat would agree?

The change of the terrace is obvious, and it can be seen at a glance after entering from the main entrance, and the hanging vines are stretching wantonly with the wind.

It's just that he hasn't been back for two weeks. What happened to Wayne Manor?Or has it become a dream garden or a dream home, with an old housekeeper named Austin who is always renovating and visiting?

Responding to him was the beloved old butler Alfred, who passed the corner path with the cart: "Actually, that was modified by me. Master Jason, are you doubting my aesthetics?"

There are flower pots, shovels and small hoes piled up on the small cart, and there are small colorful flags rolled up in the middle, which are colorful.

"No, Fu, you heard me wrong," Jason immediately denied and changed his words decisively, "I mean this is great."

Alfred had a faint smile on his face: "Master Little Al likes to share his experience on the terrace." His tone was filled with the butler's pride of having remodeled the terrace in one day.

Oh yes, Kryptonian favorite, the yellow sun.

Jason snatched the trolley from the old housekeeper, and the two walked along the road side by side. He hesitated for a moment, and asked a little confused: "Uh, isn't there a special yellow sun lamp in the Batcave? Why bother?" ?”

This time the old butler responded to him with a slightly condemning, disapproving look.

And then Jason learned that Batman had asked this question too, and it was pretty darn similar.

"There is no need to be so troublesome. There are special yellow sun lamps in the Batcave, and there are also various equipment to detect the physical condition of Kryptonians."

Batman doesn't see the need for it, but Dorothy doesn't.

Dorothy insisted on creating a good and friendly environment for the little Kryptonian cub just rescued from the laboratory, rather than moving him to another place similar to the psychological shadow.For example, the bat cave research room is located underground, gloomy and full of high-tech equipment.

What's more amazing is that this place still contains lead, and if you search carefully, you can find the Red Sun equipment and... kryptonite.

The open top-floor terrace can not only invite the warm sunlight, but also bring a breath of freedom given by the high altitude.

So the topic turned to psychological shadow.

She complained to Heiqiqi with wet blue eyes: "Yes, at least I was scared by you squatting on the bed in the middle of the night, and it took half a year to recover."

So Bruce shut up.

Tim, who was in the audience, later described: "Dorothy is like a mother bird protecting her cubs. Just like Dick, she is usually very docile and begs to be hugged, but she becomes scary when she gets angry."

"...Really?" Dickie, the best-talking Batman, hesitated, and he didn't agree with the latter point.If he was really scary, why didn't he establish a bit of majesty as a big brother in this family?

Anyway, the final result was that Jason, who had come to Xingshi to inquire about the crime, was coaxed back by Dorothy.

"I wanted to discuss the decision with you, but Damian yelled out, and he disrupted the plan." Dorothy threw herself into Jason's arms and hugged him, "It's all Damian Ann's fault!"

Red Hood, a stalwart in the anti-hero world, unspeakable in the Gotham gangsters, with a frightening aura when he leans there.

But sadly, that's what he does.

After he returned to the safe house and said hello to the soft bed, he came back to it, and then he cursed Dicky Bird in his heart as a hug monster, and he ruined a bunch of people.

He obviously forgot that he was the one in the row, and he was ranked second.

Dorothy experienced in advance the inner journey of raising a cub, a child who has almost no common sense, but is very obedient and clingy, and the best thing is, this is a Kryptonian cub.

This work took up most of her time, including but not limited to most of her spare time, and she couldn't even spare time for gatherings with her friends.

But it is necessary for Dorothy to solve Zai Zai's psychological shadow.The first page of a new chapter in your life can always affect the rest of your life.

"Carl is so cute!"

"His power control is getting better and better. Today, he only stepped on a section of stairs and broke two spoons." Dorothy said happily.It's like a baby who just learned to walk and stumbled around and only fell a buttock.

However, the finer points of control still need to be strengthened. Dorothy thought of the sacrificial spoon.Karl had to learn to feed himself.

Bruce on the opposite side was expressionless.He took the milk and downed it in one gulp, then grabbed the coffee next to him to brew.Thinking about the good, he put down the glass, at least holding the Superman counterpart under his nose to observe.

Never expected that it would be Dorothy who followed the road of Xuan Zai.Whenever Bruce tried to talk to his younger daughter about anything else, the conversation always turned to the little Kryptonian behind her.

She listed various advantages of Kal-El Jr. from various aspects.For example, never picky eaters, what to feed what to eat.For example, being well-behaved and polite, especially under the contrast of Damian.Another example is the rapid progress, from having no common sense to quickly mastering the basic knowledge of a person on earth.

Bruce took a deep breath, raised an impeccable smile - Dorothy's favorite Bruce sweetheart style - mixed with a hint of grievance: "You haven't praised me these days."

He straightened himself up and winked at Dorothy: "Maybe you can consult a professional—such as the hero dad who raised five little birds. I'd be happy to provide any help."

Dorothy shut up, shifting between lying to comfort Baby Bruce and telling the truth with her conscience, and finally said with difficulty: "...Actually, it was raised by Alfred."

And you are picky eater and smart, not good at all, Dorothy swallowed the rest of the words back.This is the sorrow of adults, Dorothy said with emotion, when an older child has to take care of other people's emotions, he has no scruples about words.

But Bruce doesn't look comforted at all.With a heartbroken expression, he collapsed on the sofa in disbelief, pulling the sofa cushions to cover his face.

The Alfred cat in his arms let out a meowing sound, paws on Dorothy's arm, and arched impatiently.

Dorothy came to hold the cat, and Carl waited obediently in the training room.Batcat can do a lot!

Baby Brucey didn't wait for Baby's comfort until he was about to suffocate himself, only waited for Billy who hurried back to Fox City and came back in a hurry.

After he came out of the watchtower, he ran to Fox City, saying that he was routinely patrolling his city.

In fact, since Black Adam disappeared, basically nothing major has happened in Fox City.

The boy was carrying a travel bag, his sneakers were stepping on the carpet, and he was still holding a plastic bag in his hand. The chocolate box poked his head out of the opening, and was quietly standing at the door and looking in.

Billy scratched his head: "Uh, Bruce, are you sick?"

"No, there isn't." Batman never gets sick!

Batman was just thinking: Shall I praise my cub a little more?Also, is he smiling badly now, why is Dorothy ignoring him?

He shifted his gaze from Billy's shopping bags to his messy black hair, squinting slightly.Billy was startled by his sizing up, and put his hands behind his back, trying to maintain a smile on his face.

But Baby Bruce nodded to him reservedly, and asked, "Are you okay now?"

Billy swallowed, "No."

"That's good." Bruce gestured for him to sit down, showing the same sweet smile, "Sit down, shall we talk?"

Billy's laugh froze, and he moved almost to the edge of the couch on his hands and feet, his arms wrapped tightly around the plastic bag.

Dorothy's words came back to his still-rotating brain—"The Batman's symposium is more destructive than Batman."

Dorothy felt that being a superhero could save Carl from his current predicament, so she started to do so.

Based on his childhood experience, Kal-El Jr. was emotionally introverted, quiet, and not talkative.Except that she likes to follow Dorothy and bask in the sun on the armchair in the courtyard.

At first, he subconsciously tracked Dorothy with his newly adapted super vision and super hearing.

After finding out, he lowered his head and stared at the toe of the shoe without saying a word. When Dorothy wanted to leave in anger, he also reached out and grabbed Dorothy's clothes corner, looked up at her with wet blue eyes, and said nothing.

—and then soft-hearted little Dorothy was defeated.

It took Dorothy a lot of effort to correct his bad habit.

Ah Fu said with a smile: "He is subconsciously looking for a sense of security." Both Huang Yangyang and Dorothy can bring him a sense of security.

Dorothy carried him out of the prison of the red sun, and then he started a new life. Carl's state may be understood as the double blessing of the suspension bridge effect and the psychology of the fledgling.

Dorothy knew this, but it was impossible to keep going. She held her chin and scratched her hair in annoyance. "How about taking him on a mission?"

Little girl: "Join the Teen Titans and be a superhero."

There is currently an existing counterpart, Superman.

The first step of a superhero - starting with saving the cat.

Alfred the Batcat played a friendly role, and the performance fee was a plate of dried fish.

"I feel like a supervillain," said Dorothy gloomily as she lifted the cat to the top.

"No, no, baby, don't move, you have to act like a Metropolitan cat! We've agreed!"

You must first use success to help the little Krypton cub build up his self-confidence, otherwise the bat cat with great skills will be too shocking.

Batcat's fluffy tail swept across the roof, and he huddled up obediently, pretending that he was a poor little kitty in the metropolis who only climbed up the tree but couldn't get down, waiting to bury Superman's chest.

The plan went well, and when the little Kryptonian cub landed on the ground holding the docile and well-behaved cat, his eyes were shining.

In fact, there is no need for Dorothy to worry too much. The Kryptonians are indeed very powerful. Except for a few weapons that can pose a deadly threat to them, such as kryptonite and the red sun, they are almost unstoppable.

For example, in the unstoppable growth period in front of him, Kal-El is almost as tall as Dorothy.

There is a growth rate called Kryptonian cubs under the yellow sun. Tim corrected it with precise words: "No, it's the recovery rate."

Jason's voice was almost buried by the roar of the locomotive: "These Kryptonians are so weird."

The two of them opened up a dedicated chat channel in the family channel for connecting and complaining.

"The good news is that he won't be able to use the same coquettish routine again in a few days later." Tim said coldly, and after a while, at most half a year, Dorothy would have to look up at him, "Maybe he has to start Innovate."

Dorothy was almost entirely absorbed by the photosynthetic creature rooted on the patio, ignoring poor little Tebow, who was almost sprouting in the subterranean bat cave.

"You're mean." Jason scolded him, "but I agree."

Now he looks at Connor quite pleasingly, look at others, he came out at "three months" and ran around the world.

"Did Superman say nothing?"

"Have."

Jason came to his senses: "Why, he finally figured out how to arrange his "self"?"

"He and B are taking time to train Carl's ability." Tim held a sandwich in his mouth, kept his eyes on the Batcomputer, and spoke to Jason weakly, "Also, did Superman send Krypton here?"

Little Krypton, a cheerful and lively Kryptonian dog with the same personality as Superman.

"...At least Damian will be happy."

"You're right, it would be nice if Superman packed all the animals in the North Pole for him."

Tim presses a button, the screen switches, the little Kryptonian cub is holding the bat cat, Dorothy is sitting next to him, and the white Kryptonian dog wearing a little red cape is chasing the pure black bat dog Titus on the lawn slapstick.

He calmly took a screenshot and sent it.

Jason, who accepted the picture, had a precise focus: Are dogs even fucking in pairs these days?