[Zhongyingmei] The style of the game is wrong

The loot was confiscated by Batman.

"He's like a class teacher who is keen to confiscate the children's treasures." Dorothy watched Batman leave calmly, and she tugged at her little friend's sleeves angrily.

Billy agrees.

Batman, who only left a back for the children, was unmoved. He held a parchment in his arms, and the black Adam who had disappeared for many years was trapped in the parchment. He disappeared in a blink of an eye with the black cloak.

Also missing was Kal-El Jr., and when Dorothy arrived home, Damian told her that Superman had visited and taken the child.

"Superman has figured it out." Damian put his hands on Dorothy's shoulders, lowered his head and said, "He just doesn't know how to deal with his peers who can be his own son, and he is a little at a loss."

The situation is difficult, and Carl's experience is sympathetic, and his cognitive level and psychological state also have potential hidden dangers. He is uneasy and lacks trust in the outside world. At first, he only expressed closeness to Dorothy who rescued him.

So Dorothy took over the cutie as a matter of course.

This is also to allow the necessary buffer time for both sides of Superman.

"Don't worry too much, that kid is also a Kryptonian, he must receive a Kryptonian education."

Dorothy had already vaguely prepared for the parting scene when Kal-El Jr.'s psychological condition improved, but she didn't expect it so soon and so suddenly.

She just went on a mission, and the big clingy Kryptonian cub was gone.

"I know I know," she pursed her lips and muttered unhappily, "Superman at least gave me a heads-up."

Damian's expression was still unpredictable, but mixed with a trace of stiffness, he immediately looked away in a concealed manner, "You're worried now, mother bird?"

"I think you need Richard's little mother bird class?"

Dick, who was curled up on the sofa and focused on fighting the cans, pretended not to hear.

Dorothy raised her arm and pushed him angrily: "Fuck you, Damian!"

She turned around and wanted to run.

However, she was in the corner corridor, and the tall Damian blocked the way with a horizontal arm.Dorothy's surprise attack reduced the attack power by at least half in the narrow space, and as expected, she was grabbed by the back of Destiny's neck.

Damian held her firmly, and easily suppressed the resistance: "Don't try to run away, my father asked me to watch you do your homework."

"Let go of me, we haven't had dinner yet!" Dorothy opened her mouth and bared her small teeth, trying to bite him.

"It's only afternoon."

"But I'm hungry," complained Dorothy, "and we haven't time for lunch."

"Don't worry, you have plenty of time to finish your homework and find time for a meal."

Without looking back, he continued, "Of course, and you, Batson."

Billy froze as he circled around and tried to attack.

"Okay, now go to fill your stomach, and then go to study."

The hot drinks and fresh and delicious meals soothed the children's wounded hearts and hungry bellies.

Dick moved closer to Dorothy, said a lot of incomprehensible words at first, and then turned to Carl skillfully: "You really take care of Superman—I mean that little one, kind and patient."

He winked playfully at his little sister, his bright eyes sparkling, and he smiled brightly.

Dorothy nodded casually, then asked, "And then?"

"Every time I come back, I can see you are inseparable."

"Well, then what?"

He throws the final question: "So you're dating Carl Jr.?"

It was as if a special switch had been touched.

Billy's ears perked up. He was holding a knife and fork, and he accidentally cut the bread with too much force. The knife kissed the bottom of the plate and made a crisp sound.

Dorothy put a large spoonful of blueberry pudding into her mouth and asked, "According to your logic, are you in love with little D, mother bird?"

Dick understood instantly, and he raised his hand in surrender: "Okay, I understand."

He glanced at Damian with lingering fear, folded his arms and shivered, as if frightened by his brain, and murmured: "This is terrible."

Damian hissed offended. "Who are you looking down on, Grayson?"

But from a practical point of view, the above assumptions are equally terrible and deadly enough to drive poor old father crazy.

Dick didn't come out of curiosity, but actively scouted out the enemy's situation for his new friend Wally, including but not limited to being a wall flower when Dorothy accompanied Carl to rebuild the world view, and he came out from time to time to have a meal...

And Tim is very interested in the little Kryptonian, the monitor has been pointed at him, and he is sure that there is definitely something abnormal.Tim said with a deep expression, "This is intuition."

The red hood laughed at the brothers for having too much brains, but he was vigilant against all male humanoid creatures approaching Dorothy, making people suspect that persecution paranoia might be contagious, and he was irritable like an old father whose daughter was about to be abducted.

As for Damian, he pooh-poohed all of the above and the idiotic thoughts in their heads, thinking that it would be of no use to either party other than an effective waste of time.

Bruce, who was replaced, remained silent on the surface, expressing his image of an enlightened father who supports free love, but secretly eavesdropped all over.

The Wayne mansion is undercurrents, but unfortunately, the people in the center of the topic are unaware of it.

After dinner, they were driven to both ends of the hall like lambs, and all kinds of entertainment equipment were confiscated, so as to ensure that they were wandering in the ocean of knowledge instead of trying to go ashore.

Two sets of tables and chairs were placed on both sides of the hall. Dorothy and Billy buried their heads in the pile of homework across the hall.

The purpose is very clear, either raise your head and face the wall to think about your mistakes, or bow your head to enjoy the beauty of homework.

A genius idea came out of Damian's brilliant mind.

He put the two under his nose, faithfully fulfilled the tasks entrusted by Bruce, and insisted: "A proper distance can stop the spread and deepening of procrastination."

Commonly known as isolation.

Dorothy buried herself in the research report, and Billy kept shaking her arms in unison.

She has been busy going around in recent days and has a lot of homework backlogged.

Fortunately, Tim provided them with a lot of materials in private, as well as various classic cases and related graphic materials, which greatly reduced the burden.As long as she researches logically self-consistent conclusions from it, and makes reasonable arguments through the choice of words and sentences, the work is completed.

Praise Tibbo and may Cookie bless him.

Less wonderfully, Klein asked for handwriting.

After finally getting the report pieced together, she fell into deep thought again facing Zhou Ji.

She turned to ask her friend, and whispered, "Billy? Have you written your weekly diary? Let me have a look?"

Just as Billy was about to hand it over, Damian's voice sounded unexpectedly: "No whispering, no small talk."

Dorothy put down her pen and accused, "And you're watching TV!"

The TV was showing the scene of Bruce Wayne being interviewed. Baby Bruce was handsome in a suit and leather shoes, and the female reporter never took her eyes off him.

Damian said lazily, "Because I don't need to do my homework, little one."

"This helps and exercises your concentration and thinking in a complex environment."

Dorothy looked away angrily.

After a pause, a ball of paper was quietly thrown at Dorothy.

Halfway was intercepted by Damian.

"Don't throw notes, do your homework honestly." Holding the ball of paper, Damian's eyes became more and more unfriendly.

After a while, Dorothy tapped the tabletop lightly, and the clear and clear knocking sounds came out rhythmically, slowly and orderly.

Damian took a deep breath and squeezed it out between his teeth: "Don't type Morse code either!"

Dick hugged the bag of potato chips, looked at poor Dorothy and Billy sympathetically, and exclaimed, "Did you see that? But little D, you were ten thousand times bigger than this bear when you were young."

"Now you know how good-tempered I am."

Damian was furious: "Shut up!"

After brainstorming, Dorothy chose the theme of the weekly diary. She picked up the pen and began to talk nonsense in a serious manner.

[I have four older brothers, maybe not the coolest, but definitely within the meaning of "cool" given how far above the average American family standard.And Dad is always full of pride and pride in the outstanding children he raised. ]

TV has come to commercial breaks, throwing out the trappings of passionate but same-sized consumerism, and it's boring as hell.

Damian frowned and groped for a while, then clicked impatiently: "Richard, move your ass."

Dick was confused: "Why?"

"The remote is gone, definitely under your ass."

"I swear I didn't feel it, and you can't use the control buttons on the TV"

The remote control, our perpetual crisis of trust, is even better because plastic is an accelerant, whether it's a plastic bottle or a plastic brotherhood.

The two wrestled on the sofa.

[Dick is a gentle and good brother. He is kind, enthusiastic and helpful. He is a good policeman in Bludhaven and our good brother. No matter how busy he is, he will find time to spend with his family.On family movie night this week, Dick is watching a horror movie with Damien, and Damian is so terrified that he tries to hide his cowardice by yelling at Dick and accidentally biting him during the argument. ]

The two had already fallen off the sofa and rolled into a ball, pulling at each other's skirts. The battle was fierce. Potato chips were scattered all over the floor during the fight, and they were shattered into powder during the tussle and rolling.

"Where did you hide the remote?" Damian pressed on top of Dick fiercely.

Dick dodges with a knee kick and roll, almost screaming, "Oh my God, Alfred is going to kill me."

[Damian feels ashamed, so he confronts Dick.Dad talked to him patiently after knowing it, telling him that a good boy should not lose his temper. Damian cried and apologized.He learned how to make apple pies from his father, and gave Dick the best of them, and Dick accepted with a smile, and they hugged.Facing the reconciled children, the father touched the heads of the brothers and showed a gratified smile. ]

"Training room?" Damian called out, with fighting intent flashing in his green eyes.

"Of course." Dick was not afraid at all.

The fighting spirit is spreading, and the special effects of a P-map software can become a passionate movie screen.

[May every star shine forever in the night, Damian told me.Beneath his withdrawn exterior was a kind heart, and I knew it, and so did Dad. ]

Dorothy finished compiling the weekly diary, which was illogical and the characters were so OOC that they would never be recognized under another name, and then closed the homework book that was to be handed in to the teacher.

Sure enough, art comes from life and is higher than life.

The never-ending stage of life is full of drama, and the screenwriter has the final right of interpretation.

The most important thing is that she may find a way to deal with Zhou Ji, and she can continue to write in the same series, such as the second brother who is a virtuous and tough guy with a girlish heart, and the strong Tibao who carries a family on his immature shoulders, and the kind and rich The butler grandpa of the philosophy of life, supplemented with chicken soup, inspirational, growth, etc. as condiments.

...Maybe it can impress the teacher.

Now, only Dorothy and Billy are left in the house, and the large hanging LCD TV.

She slowly took out the remote control from her pocket, lay comfortably on the sofa, patted the empty space next to her and waved to her friends.

"Hey, Billy, come sit down, which anime would you like to see?"