i spent the summer in gotham

280.

The senior group used our mahjong machine and mahjong pieces to play happily for several hours. When Li Quyi, a big stealer, came back, I realized that this black lotus stole my home with kindness and pure love.

It was too late, and they slipped back without much trouble, leaving me unable to hop around the manor.

There are no major events in the city tonight, and my father and his night patrols are shorter than usual.They came back in batches in groups.By the time only my dad and Damian had arrived, there was already a table in the Batcave, and Ju Luo was running around on the long table, bringing us desserts and milk jugs.

We went to take a shower one by one while eating, laughing and waiting for my dad to come back to summarize the daily meeting.

The Batmobile roared into the cave, and there was only one last beef patty left on the table, which we left for Dad.

My dad got out of the car, Damian followed him, and they opened the door and stood by it for a while.

A small head poked out from behind the car door, looked left and right, and finally locked its eyes on the last piece of beef patty on the plate.

The eyes of the black Doudou burst out with surprise, and the unidentified small animal appeared with lightning speed, and the vigilantes and monks present could only see a small brown whirlwind rushing towards them.

A vigorous chipmunk held up a beef patty, revealing a background painting of victory behind it.

Wait, where's the background painting?

In the next second, a British short-haired blue cat rushed onto the table and pinned down the unsuspecting rat with two paws.

Mao Mao took a closer look vigilantly, but there was no movement.

Maomao let go of its paw suspiciously, only to see the Pokemouse curled up under his paw, pressing on something he didn't know.

There was a question mark on Maomao's head, and Huazhishu turned around, put its two paws in front of Blue Cat, and motioned him to look.

The blue cat approached innocently, and we heard a shrill meow right after us.The squirrel mouse that beat the cat's eyes flew into the sky and escaped to the ground, and the blue cat that followed closely behind it had four claws like shadows. In the bat cave, only afterimages could be seen rolling past.

Huazhishu broke into the equipment warehouse and threw several batarangs at one time to pin the blue cat's tail.

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The blue cat jumped into the armor display cabinet, put on the latest bat armor and smashed the console where the squid mouse had been.

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Huazhishu continued to work hard, stepped on the trigger of the hook lock gun, and the steel cable bound the cat in the armor in circles, and the hook claws were dug into the ground.

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The blue cat grinned and got into the newly tuned Batmobile. The roar of the engine echoed in the cave we are familiar with.All kinds of guns and ammunition were ejected from the armor of the car, and fired at the little chipmunk.

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How did he skip face recognition, iris recognition, and sound source recognition? Are the security measures in the Batcave so worrisome?

At the critical moment when a cat and a mouse are about to blow up the Batcave to the Metropolis under our stunned gaze, two brave people jumped out to stop it all.

One is my father, he said in a deep voice, "The sound source is confirmed, Batman, remove all power sources of the body."

The other one is Ah Fu, who gently lifted the blue cat out of the Batmobile with his left hand, and picked up the rat with a tray in his right hand.Even the two small animals stared at each other, and hugged each other with a smirk under Ah Fu's gradually raised eyebrows, making the illusion of a cat friend, Shu Gong.

"If you blow up the Batcave, you're going to sleep tonight at the feet of Titus and Ace and let them watch over you," Damian said. "Hope you learn to live in peace, Tom and Jerry."

These two names shocked us, and we stared blankly at Ah Fu's cats and mice.

The blue cat and the chipmunk raised their hands to us, and greeted us cautiously with eight-toothed smiles.

281.

"So you really believe that they are Tom and Jerry, not some other blue cat called these two chipmunks?" Jason doubted.

I looked at the mess in front of me, "Do you think anyone else can ravage the Batcave like this?" I sighed, "Bane is not as lethal as them."

"It's understandable that Tom is a British shorthair blue cat." Tim looked at the shivering Tom with creepy cat eyes. "Jerry is a chipmunk?"

I think back to the little mouse with a fat belly and a round head in the animation, and I feel the same way, "It's not like it at all."

But Dick Jason, Tim and Damian were not as good as they were tied up in this posture that made the Batcave jump in an instant.

"Actually," my dad said, his voice a little muffled for some reason, "they pretty much blew up Arkham."

A spoonful of pudding Dick had just scooped up dropped on the table.Jerry stepped forward with a distressed leg, picked up the pudding and stuffed it into his mouth.

Ah Fu looked at the little mouse coolly, Jerry blinked Kazilan's big eyes, and shyly blew a kiss to Ah Fu.

282.

Bruce and Damian are a good pair, Batman and Robin have experienced many wonderful things.

Tonight's experience is amazing Damian can wait until the age of 80 to tell his grandson, assuming he can marry a wife.

In the beginning, Arkham's guards sent an alarm. The situation was not serious, and no one escaped from the ward.So they didn't call other members of the family.

As night falls on the gates of Arkham with Batman's cape on, Bruce and Damian advance warily.

They saw a mess all over the place, with the remains of fireworks and firecrackers lying all over the place.Damian stepped cautiously over the mousetrap on the floor and tore a small fragment of the gown between the closed clips.

There were bullet holes in the wall, Bruce observed carefully, "It's a shotgun."

The answer is simply unbelievable.What can fireworks, mousetrap and shotguns do in the haunt of Gotham's most horrific criminals?

The prison guard received them, "It's like this," the guard said, "We accidentally discovered that the door of a ward was opened, so we urgently notified you."

Before Bruce's chin showed depression, anger, and other emotions, the guard said, "That's Bain's ward, but when we entered, Bain was still in the cell and didn't leave."

Damian questioned, "How can you be sure it wasn't Bane's ruse, double or trap?"

"Oh, of course not, sir, our people have checked Bain," said the guard, "he fainted in his cell, and fell in the corner, the reason..."

The guard paused for a moment pretending to be mysterious, "It's because he ate too many fireworks that were going off and got them into his stomach. Even Bane's body is fragile inside."

"..." Damian asked, "What did you say he ate?"

The guard didn't change his face, "The fireworks are going off, sir."

283.

Bruce and Damian take a tour of Bane's cell.

Bane was so miserable that he could still see confetti from firecrackers around his mouth.A piece of red confetti fell to the ground and floated at Bruce's feet.

For some reason, there was a large empty cardboard box in his cell, on which was marked with a line of words in all capital letters in black marker pen, "Inflammable and explosive items, please store carefully."

Damian looked up and saw that there was only one firecracker the size of his little finger left in the cardboard box.

If the guard was right, all the other firecrackers went into Bane's stomach.

Bruce opened Bane's mouth with his gauntleted hand, and he smelled gunpowder smoke.

Bruce turned his head sensitively, and a small colorful firework was launched from Bane's mouth and exploded above his head.

The pattern is a laughing mouse head, which is colorful, shiny and gorgeous, which is quite beautiful.

Bruce: ...

He closed Bane's mouth calmly, and opened it again.

A second firework rises into the sky, this time a cat's head baring its teeth.

Bruce: ...

He took out the tape from the equipment belt, tore off a section with the broken blade, and slapped it firmly on Bane's mouth.

He told the guards, "Be safe and then pry open his mouth."

Guard: "Okay."

284.

The next ward belongs to the Scarecrow.

Again, the next ward belongs to the mousetrap showcase scarecrow.

The reason for saying this is because the skinny Professor Klein is full of mousetrap.

Damian counted eight of them on his face alone.

His mouth was caught in a mousetrap, like a pouting octopus mouth.

These amazing mouse traps pin the scarecrow to the wall like an ugly wall sculpture.

Damian flicked the mousetrap on the scarecrow's face, and let go happily. The iron clip hugged the flesh of his face, making a crisp sound.

"Ha!" Damian couldn't help laughing.

Bruce looks at his partner seriously, "Robin—"

Damian shut up.

Bruce: "You can just laugh."

Damian: "Then I'll be blunt, congratulations on getting your new codename, Ratcatcher Klein."

285.

All kinds of messy traces extend inward, and along the way are Arkham criminals who have been in jail but have not escaped but suffered innocent disasters.

Bruce and Damian walked calmly among the prisoners who opened their mouths and set off fireworks along the road. The fireworks with the big mouse head and the big cat head on their heads alternated, as if they were welcoming Batman and Robin to the Arkham Mental Hospital to inspect the prison conditions of the prisoners.

Everyone was treated equally under the firecracker mousetraps and shotguns, and criminals often passed out in the vase fragments with a lush hair but the middle was missing.

That line was evidence of a shotgun bullet grazed his scalp.The shooter didn't know what was going on, the bullet was always tracing the fatal part, dealing with the three inches below the navel, the scalp and the buttocks.

Dutiful guards passed by carrying a stretcher with a Riddler strapped behind it.

The reverse strapping meant that he was strapped on the stretcher face down butt up so Damian could just see his bleeding ass.

"Don't worry, it's just a minor injury," the guard explained. "Mr. Nigma was shot in the left and right buttocks. We plan to take him to the hospital to remove the bullet."

Damian narrowed his eyes, "What happened to the top of his head?"

I saw that the neat brown hair that was usually covered under the green top hat was now messy like a dog gnawed, and the traces of the bullets scraping the scalp formed a clever question mark, entrenched on the scarred scalp of the Riddler.

Damian: "Is this a normal ballistic trajectory?"

The guard shrugged. "This world is full of aliens, Amazons, and gods, so it's not uncommon to have a gun that shoots rounds."

Damian: "...OK, fe."