[Comprehensive British and American] Plague Meow

Naqi jumped down, the route was similar to that of Dick, and the two humans were in mixed emotions.

Dick got into the narrow alley, and began to grope back and forth on the wall, and soon opened a hidden secret door. The inside of the door was pitch black. He waited and watched at the door, and tried to get in.

Of course he remembered that this was his "hole".

But not being able to remember where the light switch is is also a problem.

Naqi got in with a cat body. It didn't care about the physical darkness. It searched around but couldn't find the switch, so it meowed twice.

The voice-activated light is on.

Dick looked up at the sky: "...Ah, it turned out to be voice-activated."

Bruce gave him a "kind" look of caring for his mentally handicapped son.

The lights started to come on from the doorway, all the way inward, Natchy had entered a deep place, Dick and Bruce walked down the passage, and it took a long way to see the bottom floor.

There is a platform similar to the Batcave here, but the space is not that big. There is a workbench directly in the middle, and monitoring equipment is next to it, and it looks like it is still working.

"Wow, it's really nice here." Dick sighed.

There are also several glass cabinets on the other side, which display several sets of uniforms, from the initial yellow-blue to the blue-black at the back, with the nightwing costumes with red icons interspersed in the middle.

Dick looked at the glass cabinet, his vision was lost: "Uh, what's going on here?"

"Meow." These are your clothes.

Naqi's cry, looking left and right, there is no cat shadow. At this time, the only work chair turned and "creaked", which immediately made Dick show a hairy and alert expression. However, after the chair turned around, it was a little black cat. squat inside.

"You scared me." Dick leaned over and hugged the little black cat into his arms.

Natch rubbed Dick's chest, reassuringly.

Dick then went to look at the cabinets again: "So, I'm...Nightwing?" It's not that he remembered "Nightwing", but that the BCPD had posters and newspaper scrapbooks, and he glanced at them when he went to the BCPD.

Dick stopped in front of one of the front cabinets.

He watched his own reflection cover it, his eyes covered by a mask, and the blue bird-shaped logo burn on his chest and spread to the top of his shoulders.

Fiery scalding temperature.

Dick suddenly felt a burning sensation, and couldn't help but let out a muffled snort.

Fragments of memory fell down.

He saw himself leaping through the air, seeing himself stealthily chasing vehicles on a silent motorcycle, seeing himself chasing after Batman's black shadow, never stopping.

"Wow..." Dick made a weak sound.

"That doesn't seem bad."

As he spoke, he pressed the cabinet door lightly, and the pressure lock was unlocked.After taking out the uniform, Dick looked back at Bruce, and slightly raised his hand to signal: "Don't mind if I change it."

Bruce nodded slightly.

Natch jumped down, walked to Bruce and squatted down, turned on the projection screen of his mobile phone, and tapped.

[I think he is ready. 】

"Yes, he's in good shape right now."

Guessing that Dick would have to fight with the tights for a while, Bruce walked to the edge of the wall on one side, touched it, opened a hidden compartment after a while, and took out a set of bat equipment. Obviously being updated all the time.

[I thought this was Nightwing's hole? 】

"Hmph, that's also the base that was built under my nose."

Bruce began to change his equipment. He wore his tights inside, took off his coat and pants, and put on the external equipment such as the cloak and belt. The movement was very fast.

"He hasn't remembered the specific situation yet, and when he thinks about it, it's impossible to chase Gotham because of this."

"Meow." As long as you are happy.

They chatted for a while, about control, and then the anatomical study of the heart, which didn't seem like an easy thing to do, and Natchy noticed that Batman's mental head seemed to be a little worse.

【Are you nervous?I promised there would be no physical harm. 】

Batman didn't quite understand this sudden problem. For this reason, Natch explained a paragraph, including the various disadvantages of low mental value all year round, and emphasized again that his mental value was already low to the point where it could be said to be empty.

But Batman just downplayed it after seeing it.

"It's nothing, it will be adjusted soon."

[Because of Nightwing? 】

Nightwing was shot in front of Batman on Batman's territory.At that time, he was by his side, but he couldn't do anything for him. If there was no Naqi, maybe Batman could only watch Nightwing stop breathing in his arms that night.

It was his first child, the first he brought home with his own hands.

Natch stared at Batman's goggles.

It knew that the human had never recovered from the blow that night, it must have been a very painful feeling, more painful than dropping him from several floors straight onto the concrete floor.

Batman didn't respond.

Naqi just tilted his head slightly and looked at him. After a while, he began to knock.

【Actually, you don’t need to worry too much. There is no physical illness in the world that I can’t cure.Moreover, even after the mystery about you is solved, I will not reject your transaction application. 】

Naqi thought for a while, and added another sentence: [It is regarded as a kind of after-sales service. 】

Seeing that the little black cat was really thinking about this question seriously, the corners of Batman's cold and stiff mouth softened a little, and he pulled out a faint smile.

"That's not the problem, Natch." He rubbed the little black cat's head.

【what is that? 】

"Night Wing's lack of control over Bludhaven, his overestimation of his abilities, and his underestimation of the enemy during the investigation, these problems were the real beginning of everything that night," he continued after a pause. : "In fact, these problems are also my problems."

"It's in Gotham, it's in GCPD, it's on my turf."

Batman was squatting in the nest with his own birdie, his blue bird was at ease because he was back in the nest, because he trusted his judgment and didn't watch his surroundings, and then he was just knocked down.

【You are blaming yourself. 】Nach finally figured out what the two-legged beast meant.

Human minds are complex and totally defy their fragile exterior.

Natch sighed.

It jumped on Batman's thigh and kicked it, and it didn't need Batman to kneel for it. It just climbed onto Batman's shoulder twice, looked sideways, looked up again, and started again. climb.

Batman: ...?

He felt a weight on his head.

Weak, very weak, but there it is.

Like the weight of thought.

Natch stepped on the muscles of Batman's back with his two hind legs, and his upper body lay on top of Batman's head. His front paws pulled the bat's ears, and he let out a light and gentle cry: "Meow~"

Like a consolation.

Batman felt funny and warm.

It so happened that Dick finally finished tossing his Nightwing tights, and remembered a lot of things by the way, jumped out happily, and saw Natch lying on Batman's head.

Such a small black cat's head, just on top of Batman's head, between the bat's ears, the golden eyes blinked and looked over.

Dick was taken aback for a moment.

However, Batman's expression was as it should be, and he asked, "How do you remember wearing it?"

Dick could barely concentrate.

"Of course, don't worry about me. We should start looking for more clues next," he lowered his eyes, shifted his attention away from Natchy, and gestured to Batman at his temple, "From my mind .I must be missing something, but you won't."

Batman agrees with this.

"Meow?" Do you remember?

Dick raised his eyes slightly to look at Natch, and he could feel its concern.

"A large part of the memory has come back. Just now I tried to sort it out. Except that I don't quite remember what happened before I became Robin, other memories are fine."

He doesn't remember anything about the circus.

I don't know if it's a good thing.

They began combing through Dick's findings.

During this period, the little black cat has been lying on Batman's forehead, and its tail is swaying on the side of the bat cloak, like a small devil's tail extending from the neck.

Batman went to the computer, and the blue light hit the little black cat's head. Batman lowered his head to pack things at the workbench, and the little black cat would raise its tail to help maintain balance.

If you look at the light and shadow presented on the side wall.

It can be seen that Natch is almost integrated with Batman's head, and there is no point of bat ears in the shadow. Instead, cat ears replace bat ears to give a sense of presence.

The little ears trembled, as if they were wary of their surroundings.

It looks like a particularly alert "bat-meow".

Dick AKA Nightwing Grayson is completely out of focus.

"My God, you're literally murdering me."

Work distracted in front of Batman?Dick felt that he would be beaten to death in the next second.

"Meow." Then you try to concentrate.

Natch didn't think the matter was serious at all.

Dick was helpless, and at the same time realized that he had to do something to break the deadlock.

So he dug out 1-year-old coffee beans and began to grind them. While Batman was analyzing the materials, he served two cups of mocha coffee with the right amount of sugar and milk, and put some in a small saucer for Natch.

"Come down and have a taste?" Attempt to abduct.

Natch poked his head over the top of Batman's head, the tip of his round nose was almost in the middle of the goggles, his paws were on the head, rubbing softly.

The milky aroma of Mocha drifted away, and because of the catalysis of sugar, the aroma became more intense, rising up with the curling heat, and pierced directly into the tip of Naqi's nose.

There is also a layer of whipped milk froth on top, and cinnamon powder is used to make the bat logo.

Natch couldn't help sniffling.

Food is indeed not a necessity for them, but why not enjoy such things as food?

The little black cat's hind hooves also climbed up Batman's head.

Arched at the waist, put all four limbs together on it, and made a ready posture before jumping.

Batman stared at Dick silently, staring at Nightwing felt guilty, and then lowered his head slightly, while Naqi followed this angle, kicked back, jumped off Batman's head, and landed on the table superior.

"Click." There was a very soft sound.

It seemed that Naqi was indeed a little impatient, and he didn't use the meat pad to cushion it completely, and made a sound when he landed.Not only did it make a noise, but it also skipped its head and fell to the other side of the table. It turned around half a circle and came back, circling around the small plate.

Looks like Natch likes Mocha.

Natch forbade them to drink more coffee before, and everyone took it for granted that kittens were not interested in coffee-like drinks.Or is it not about coffee?

The two humans held their breath at the same time, watching the little black cat lower its head and start licking the layer of milk foam on the mocha.