[Zhongyingmei] The style of the game is wrong

Sunny, warm and windy.

In conclusion, it is a good weather to bask in the sun on the terrace.After the successful completion of the superhero guide's rescue cat operation, Carl soared into the sky with excitement and flew to the terrace.

Hold the cat in one hand and hold the person in the other.

He likes the feeling of being in the air.

Dorothy crouched in the armchair, catching Batcat struggling from Carl's arms.Alfred jumped into Dorothy's arm, nudged her to find a comfortable position again, then turned his head and meowed dissatisfiedly at Carl a few times.

When Karl got excited, he couldn't control his strength and strangled it.

The Kryptonian boy twisted the hem of his clothes a little uneasily, and lowered his head obediently, quite nervous.

"Yes, I'm sorry." Little Naiyin said pitifully, "I will definitely control my strength next time."

Dorothy stared at his hair. The Kryptonian boy's hair grew quickly, from a short stubble when they first met to a thick and shaggy look.

...the most obvious one is the little curly hair hanging on the forehead.

Chris has slightly curly hair, and so does Connor...wait a minute, Connor has curly hair.

Dorothy was lost in thought.

"Dorothy?" Seeing that the other party was silent, Karl paused for a moment, and tentatively called the other party's name.

The sun shone all over the ground, casting gold on the ground, coating everything with a light layer of gold, and a faint aroma of rosemary bubbles emerged in the air.Carl Al stared at Dorothy who was thinking, with a dazed expression.

He blinked, feeling something gushing out of his chest.

Dorothy looked up, and met her wet blue eyes, full of apprehension.

To be honest, Little Carl is too sensitive, and loves to cry. His nerves are thinner than Chris who just came to Earth, and he doesn't look like a silly and sweet Kryptonian.

... Connor, who is silly, sweet, optimistic, lively and narcissistic, is not at all a species.

Probably because of the special experience in the past.

But one thing is true, a crying baby gets milk.

"It's okay, Superman said that it took him a long time to control his strength." Dorothy encouraged him, "You have only recovered for a few days, and this learning speed is already a genius."

"You are no worse than others!"

Dorothy quickly gave an example to prove that her point of view was sound, reliable and trustworthy.

"And your mental resistance is much higher than that of Superman, so you don't have to worry about mind control."

This is also different.During training, Dorothy discovered that Carl's mental resistance was unexpectedly high.Dorothy speculated that he was even resistant to the copy's mental contamination.

It was probably related to that research institute. She felt the tyrannical and uncontrolled mental pollution factor from it at the time, which could cause mental pollution to make people crazy, and then change the physiological structure to turn people into monsters.

She asked casually without expecting an answer: "Can you feel the change?"

Carl looked at her in confusion, shook his little head, and whispered, "I don't know."

"It's okay, Batman doesn't know." Dorothy bent down and took out a bag of potato chips and half a box of chocolates from the inside of the coffee table.

She tore open a bag of potato chips, grabbed some by herself, and handed it to Carl: "Superman has rich experience in mind control, definitely no less proficient than his face-catching bullets."

Potato chips are crunchy.Her snacks were hidden everywhere, and Ah Fu could only collect some of them when he carried out a carpet sweep.

When the alarm of the nuclear bomb crisis in the metropolis was lifted, Batman realized that something was wrong, but what followed was a big incident of losing cubs.He didn't start an in-depth investigation until the solution was completed, and decided that it was not an accident that Superman accidentally crashed the satellite and instantly destroyed the corpse.

The theory of Superman's conditioned reflex after experiencing battle is not convincing, at least it cannot convince Batman in the late stage of skepticism.

Especially before the satellite was crashed, a large-scale shielding of the signal happened due to the change of the magnetic field.

He uncovered fragmented clues and used them as evidence to support his own judgment.The satellite of the Wayne Group definitely captured key evidence, and the superman who happened to pass by was brain-controlled to become an enemy tool man.

Dorothy smacked her lips: "Bruce's face was black at the time, as if he was going to launch Superman back to Krypton."

The bat cat circled around, pulled a few green leaves from the green plant decoration of the railing, and came back with small steps, filling its stomach with a plate full of dried fish.

It bit Dorothy's trousers, jumped onto Dorothy's shoulder to attract the little master's attention, then jumped on the small refrigerator cover, patted it with its paws, and meowed coquettishly.

Dorothy took a look at it and said, "No, you just finished eating the dried fish, so you can't eat ice cream now."

Alfred lowered his head in disappointment, jumped a few steps into the nest, lay down on the cat nest cradle and yawned a little.

Karl's expression moved, and he was about to say something, but hesitated for a while, and in just a few seconds, he had already swung up.

"Hi, Dorothy, and you, our little Superman," he greeted affectionately.

The rope hanging from the railing was decorated with small colorful flags. Dick jumped up swinging the rope lightly, and with a somersault accurately threw himself onto the high stool, he pulled the cushion and stuffed it under his buttocks.

Great Dickie Bird never lands in a box!

"Hi, Dickie."

"I knew I could find you here." He shrugged his shoulders, his tone light, and his eyes quickly looked around.

At his feet was a stack of empty snack bags, and at the other end was a small refrigerator. He turned his gaze back, pouted at Dorothy with a friendly smile, and said cheerfully.

"Cranberry smoothie, thanks."

While speaking, he picked up the small spoon on the side table.

Dorothy lifted the lid of the refrigerator, took out the small box, noticed the spoon in his hand when she turned to hand it to him, and reminded.

"You're holding Alfred's spoon, with his name engraved on the handle."

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to take the spoon." Dorothy patted her head angrily.Carl didn't control the strength well and broke the spoon.

The bat cat coiled in the cat nest uttered a sound at the right time, expressing its agreement, and sticking out its head to stare at Dicky bird.

Dicky put it down quickly, and raised his hand to signal that he didn't need it: "Don't be nervous, baby, I won't move your exclusive spoon."

The cat was just like Damian.

Batcat shrank back in satisfaction.

"The other spoons are all broken, why don't you wait, I'll get them from the kitchen." Dorothy asked.

"No need," Dick quickly refused, and he said proudly, "I have a spare."

Then Dorothy saw him take out from his belt... a batarang, scoop it up and eat it merrily.

Dorothy was silent for a moment, with a somewhat speechless expression.

She changed the subject: "what's the matter with you when you come back?"

"No." Dick blinked, a little aggrieved, "I just came back to see you."

"It's hard for me to take a vacation."

"By the way to stay with Bruce." His hand reached for the chocolate, pulling Dorothy to chatter here and there.

It was as strange to leave as it was to arrive.After grabbing a snack, he patted his butt and left.

"He went to the Batcave." After the figure disappeared, Carl opened his mouth and reported to Dorothy seriously, with a look of begging for praise.

He remained silent in the presence of others, trying to minimize his presence.

"Oh, it's normal. It's great to have a sense of detection! It will be super useful when you go out on missions." Dorothy praised him first, and then said carefully, "Don't be like this at home, and try to treat friends as much as possible in daily interactions." Don't. People have a right to privacy, and sometimes people don't like it when you do that."

Bad habits have to be broken bit by bit.Otherwise, she is a little afraid of Batman's next "education of love".

Seeing that Carl nodded obediently, Dorothy smiled with satisfaction.

But to be honest, if she had this awareness at the time, why would she have lived in the bat den for more than half a year before discovering the truth.

Kal-El hesitates: "Is Batman really going to send people to Krypton?" He looks taken aback.

It seems that the darkness also impressed the little Kryptonian cubs.

"No, no, no," Dorothy waved her hand quickly, "he just looks fierce."

Although it is really fierce to put on the bat suit.

Dorothy felt she had to give another example to prove it.

"Uh, for example, he once said that the entry requirement for the Gotham Police Department is to learn how to turn on the bat light, and then he shut up."

"Just pretend it's Meow Meow talking."

But Carl didn't seem to be comforted, and Dorothy couldn't help feeling frustrated, and puffed up her chin.

Then changed the subject: "Have you decided on a hero code name?" Can't you still call him Superboy, or Little Superman?

Carl shook his head.

Dorothy took the Krypton boy who was about to debut and analyzed: "First of all, the name must be concise and easy to remember, and it must be catchy!"

"Secondly, we must closely match our own characteristics."

Positive examples such as Batman, Spiderman, Green Lantern, Iron Man, Superman... Dorothy finally understood why they took the name of ability or appearance, because they have memory points and characteristics!There is a distinction!

A negative example is the original name of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"What bureau in the country?" Dorothy searched her memory, but gave up when she couldn't remember it.She spread her hands, "It's S.H.I.E.L.D. anyway."

No one can remember how embarrassing you are.

"There's also the Avengers, the Justice League, and it sounds like this organization is not simple."

When Dorothy was young and ignorant, she hated the name of the Justice League as too simple and rude, until Billy told her that the Justice League used to be called the Super Seven.

...Actually, the Justice League is pretty good, right? The name behind it sounds like some [-]th-tier low-level hero gang.

Dorothy spoke with gusto, and Karl sat listening, his eyes shining.

She talked about the abilities of the heroes from the superhero code name, then turned to their little hobbies, and finally stopped at Batman's collection addiction.

There are many Batman trophies in the Batcave, such as dinosaur specimens in the hall, huge coins...

"I went through the belly of that dinosaur!" Dorothy gestured towards Carl, "When I jumped out, I accidentally jumped on the coin, rolled half a circle, and hit the display case."

It was Damian who interrupted Dorothy: "The case has been solved, so it was you who made trouble that time." As a result, he was regarded as a suspect by the housekeeper and canceled the cookie of the day.

His face was grim, and his green eyes glared at the innocent Carl, and then at Dorothy, as if he was here to find fault.

Dorothy choked suddenly, as if a lock was hung on her tongue: "...Uh, little D?"

Damian was hanging upside down from the eaves with his arms folded, staring at Dorothy.

Looking expressionless, in fact, the mood is complicated.As he passed the living room, he saw his father talking to Billy about... praising them?

All kinds of compliments that don't cost money come rushing to his face, full of emotion, full of the appearance of a proud silly father.

"Damian is a good boy, with a soft heart wrapped in a seemingly cold shell. The teacher told me that he often helps classmates who are bullied at school."

Damian was stunned immediately, his mind was full of thoughts. Opposite him was the wizard Shazam, which meant that he was not hit by magic, and he was not pretending to be a rubber man... When he came back to his senses, he had already rushed in by accident. , and blurted out.

"Father, you can boast in person."

Bruce is stuck.

In an instant, the house was silent.

And Billy had a rescued expression on his face, as if he had been stuffed into the washing machine and tumbled three and a half times before being dehydrated.

Bruce and Damian looked at each other, each bitter and bitter.It was as if the smile on his face before was an illusion.

Only Billy's voice echoed in the silent room: "I found traces of activities in the other world in Forks City, and I came to find Dorothy's help to deal with it together."

As he stood up, the plastic bag full of snacks made a rattling sound.

Billy asked nervously, "So, can I go now?" His eyes were full of expectation.

Damian spoke first: "It seems that father has something to talk to you about, I'll inform Dorothy."

Before he finished speaking, he rushed out the door calmly, with a calm face, but panicked in his heart, he ran to the top of the building in a panic.

Leave behind a fleeing back.

Billy sat down a little bit, forcing an awkward but polite smile.

He delivered the notice succinctly: "Billy came back and said that he found a clue in Forks City and wanted to ask for your help."

"It's up to you to go or not," he said bluntly, and then jumped down and lifted Dorothy off the armchair and put it on the ground, picked up the cat basking in the sun, and lay down on it.

His mind was in a mess and he wanted to lie here and be quiet.

Dorothy was dumbfounded.

"It's more comfortable here." Damian put his arms under his head and crossed his legs.

Is it my brother's job to grab my sister's chair?Dicky Bird's high stool is still there, it's about the front and rear feet!

"What about the coins?" He asked lightly.

Dorothy immediately understood: "Sit down, sit down wherever you want!"

"I like to stand!"

"Uh, I'll go to Fox City with Billy." She hesitated for a while, then looked at Carl again, "Well, Damian..."

Damian: "I'll help you watch him, he won't die."

Dorothy looked suspicious.

He turned his gaze to Kal-El, the Kryptonian boy who unconsciously competed for Dorothy's attention like a baby for favor.

The fledgling effect, huh?He always felt that it wasn't quite like that.

Damian snorted a little annoyed: "Are you questioning my ability?"

Dorothy: "...don't dare."

Damian is satisfied with this.

He raised a house full of fluffy, can't he deal with a Kryptonian cub?