[Comprehensive British and American] Liaison Officer Daily

Where's Damian?

Damian was holding his breath at this moment, and dexterously swayed his body forward along the water. He swam a hundred meters like a jellyfish, and only then took advantage of the tall reeds by the river to cover his body and landed on the bank.

He vigilantly looked around and the sky, and made sure that no one was following him, so he shook the water on his body and continued to walk deep into the reeds.

He didn't even want to think about what was wrong with the little girl with bunny ears who was walking well on the road and suddenly rushed to snatch his cookies. He just wanted to find a place to hide by himself now!Quietly nibbling on his cookie!

Damian groaned and sat down on a large rock among the reeds, and took out the tightly hidden cookies from his clothes.

... That's right, even if he just rode a motorcycle on the avenue, flew on the bridge, was chased by a group of traffic police, and jumped into the river, he still remembered to use his waterproof cloak to cover the three layers of cookies The outer three layers are tightly wrapped...

This is true love.

Damian indifferently threw away the cloak that had completed the mission of protecting the cookies, wiped his hands, solemnly picked up a piece of fragrant cookies, and put them into his mouth in one gulp.

There was an immediate look of enjoyment on his round face, and his big, round blue eyes were narrowed like a cat scratched on the chin.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and decided to enjoy this wonderful meal in this quiet reed.

However, God didn't do what he wanted, just when he was twirling the second cookie and was about to put it in his mouth, a familiar voice suddenly hit his ears: "Damian."

The low, angry male voice immediately made Damian jump up. Without even looking around, he quickly picked up the bag of cookies and fled in the opposite direction of the voice.

"Damian, what are you doing?" A helpless but lighter male voice came, and a red and blue figure descended from the sky, blocking the little Robin.

Damian found that he had been surrounded tightly without knowing when: Superman was in front of him, Batman was approaching behind him, and the angel Warren who had been following behind to make trouble before him even caught up , hovering above his head, the possibility of escape is extremely slim.

Damian's mood suddenly became more depressed. He turned the dagger in his hand, exuding a murderous look, considering whether to directly fight the old guy and the big guy regardless of the consequences. This violent thought was quickly replaced by reason. press.

Damian calmly began to reach for the cloak to wrap the cookie.

Hitting is impossible, he has no habit of looking for abuse.But he must find a chance to slip away, he doesn't want to face Batman's face again at all!

Superman looked at Damian standing where he was, fiddling with the small bag in his hand. He thought that the other party had given up the idea of ​​slipping away, so he took a few steps closer and said softly, "Damian, why did you run away from home? Come with us." Let's go home together."

Damian didn't even lift his eyes, but the movement of packing his hands became faster.He didn't reach out to Superman until he was sure that the whole bag of cookies was wrapped tightly.

Superman stared blankly at Damian's fist holding something: "What? Uh, is this for me?"

Simple Clark reached out and took it.

A small round marble like a Mai Lisu exploded in an instant, emitting a thick black and green smoke, and immediately knocked down the unsuspecting Superman.Damian dropped a dozen more marbles one after another, and ran like a cheetah in the gushing fog. While running, he even had time to accurately throw a flash of light at the mutant in the sky. With a single bomb, the obstacles in front and above were immediately removed.

Warren covered his eyes and flew around: "Why are there still flashes and bombs!"

Clark, who was limp on the ground, didn't even have the strength to open his mouth to speak, but his eyes desperately wanted to look at Batman:

BAAAAT!You're working on those kryptonite weapons again! !

Again! !

Batman avoids the sight of Superman on the ground and follows Damian in pursuit.

Warren wailed: "My eyes, hey, that short guy, stop!"

"Short" Damian's forehead was bulging with veins, but even after being poked so painfully, he still turned a deaf ear and went on a wild ride all the way.

Damian pursed his dry thin lips, his dark blue eyes watched the road vigilantly and intently, thinking about how to escape the pursuers behind him.

The people on the bank of the river cast surprised eyes one after another:

"My god, my god, is that Batman? That's Batman?! He's out of Gotham?!"

"Oh my God, Superman...Superman! Look at me! Superman I love you! Superman!"

"Who is they chasing... Which super villain is this?"

You may not believe it, but it's just a little Robin who ran away from home.

Damian shrank abruptly and slipped under the railing on the main road. Like a fish, he got into the crowded crowd who gathered around to watch the excitement, and continued to escape.

The crowd exclaimed: Wow, a super villain squeezed past us just now!We are still alive!It's so thrilling, I can brag about this story for three years!

At this moment, Tony followed up and flew over Damian's head, watching with interest the little Robin who was chasing down the street by two big parents.

Iron Man was still holding a little girl with white hair in his arms, and the little girl was looking down listlessly with her head down.

Tony wasn't too busy catching up with Damian, he wasn't a villain, he was more willing to watch Batman chasing young Robin on the street for a while than to help immediately, and he even knocked on Protect remotely controlled by the base: "Is it recorded?"

Friday, who has a bad taste and is in the same vein as Tony, squeezed away from Protect, and his tentacles fluttered excitedly: "Yes, sir."

Not only was it recorded, but it was even edited and accompanied by a lingering BGM.

Nunnally shivered in the cold wind, and was very dissatisfied with the hardness of Tony's armor: "..."

My back hurts!The wind blows your hair and slaps your face!Go to the fucking romantic embrace!Whoever loves to hug whoever hugs!

It can be seen how irrational those crazy Iron Man female fans are... Think about it with your head, and you won’t feel that it’s a happy thing to be flying in the sky with a cold and hard armor around your waist. things!

Fortunately, Damian has exhausted a lot of energy due to the chase with Fulla, and his running speed has also slowed down visibly.Before Damian decided to repeat the same trick and snatch another motorcycle, Nunnally, who was about to be blown into dried salted fish, threw dozens of stars decisively, split into several streams of stars and rushed towards Damian at high speed.

The nimble Damian leaned over the car and avoided the unknown path of the light ball by turning the street corner. However, those strange light spots did not stop chasing because of this. After a while, he jumped up and down in the air a few times as if he was irritated, and accelerated towards the direction he left.

Damian listened to the whistling wind from behind: ... What the hell is this.

He half turned around and stretched out his hand with a condensed expression, the short knife in his sleeve slipped out and fell into the palm of his hand.He immediately grasped the handle of the knife and swung it hard at the stars that flew towards him behind the car.Unexpectedly, in the next second, the cluster of stars that should have been cut by his blade turned into a phantom, passed through his arm, and slammed straight onto his chest.

Damian, who was suddenly hit by a mass of unknown objects and lifted into the air, reacted quickly, and immediately swung the knife in his sleeve with his backhand, trying to violently smash the ball of light on him, but in the end he was full of stars. The whole body declared failure.

The stars protested angrily, jumping on Damian's skin one after another, expressing their anger of "jumping their feet".

Batman followed behind and rushed to the scene. He jumped off the high platform and looked up at Damian, who had a large character written in the air: "..."

Damian felt a tightness in his chest, and cursed in embarrassment: "...Fuck"

Batman: "Watch your words."

Damian turned his face away angrily, not wanting to look at him.

Nunnally was surprised: "What's going on? Is today the day of running away from home? So is Fulla, and so is Damian. Can any of you tell me why you ran away from home?"

Batman looked at Nunnally: "Put him down, Liaison Officer." He looked at the stars bouncing on Damian's body with complicated emotions, "Can you put away your abilities?"

Those stars of yours are also jumping too hard, it looks like hailstones are constantly hitting your body, just looking at it hurts.

Nunnally shrugged: "Don't worry, it's actually quite comfortable. Sometimes when I'm tired from training, I'll ask the stars to give me acupressure like this—to be honest, I dare not let him go, I'm afraid I'll take it Xing Xing wanted to hit me."

Damian couldn't move, and while enduring the strange feeling of those balls of light pressing and bouncing all over his body, he struggled and stared at Nunnally with a death ray in shame: "..."

Nunnally said innocently, "Is it uncomfortable?"

Damian: "..."

Shu, comfortable.

so what!Damian still stared at Nunnally firmly.

Nunnally pointed at Damian's ferocious eyes and complained to Batman: "Look at his eyes!"

Batman: "..."

It seems that there is really no way to refute.

Then keep on tying it.

Damian: ? ? ?

"I didn't expect you to leave Gotham during the day to find Damian." Nunnally said while holding Tony's arm of the steel armor for support, trying to relieve the pressure of the opponent's steel arm on her waist. persecution.

...Although it won't hurt, the feeling of wearing a tight band around my waist is really bad.She was used to corseting her breasts, but she had never corseted her waist.

Tony lowered his head to look at Nunnally, who was twisting and twisting like a whole body, and regretfully let go of the arm around Nunnally's waist: "It seems that you really don't like the activity of flying in the sky with my steel armor. .” He still remembered that Nunnally refused to travel to New York with him in the Mark Armor on the night of the Battle of New York.

Nunnally rubbed her old waist, always feeling that the feeling of being hooped by some kind of iron hoop still lingered around her waist: "Could that still be a lie? Pull Damian Come down. Remember to tie him up with something, I don't want to fight him yet."