i spent the summer in gotham

301.

We watched as Damian painted the face of the black mask.

Damian fully absorbed the lesson that the lines were too soft to draw the black mask into a bald Naraku, and changed the lines while deepening the shadows.

The more he draws, the more crooked our heads become.

Damian put down the paintbrush, "How is it?"

"I think it's a face," Dick commented, "that makes you want to say oh."

Cut the repaint.

Damian turned his head, "What now?"

Jason's eyebrows were twisted into twists, "Is he going to shout in the next second, 'There is only one truth!'"

Re-cut and re-draw.

Damian threw the paintbrush into the brush bucket, "Is this finally all right?"

Tim said politely, "Black Mask deserves to be the man who is going to be the Bandit King, he looks quite like the Four Emperors."

I rushed forward and hugged Damian who was about to throw away the pen, "Calm down, it is his blessing to become a handsome man in your pen after eight lifetimes of repairing the black mask, not to mention painting Naruto, you can just paint him A little mermaid with black skin is fine!"

"Although people's XP is different," Lego Jason sat on the coffee table shaking his feet, "but can anyone really beat a black-skinned mermaid?"

Humph, human XP is free, you don't understand this, little building block.

302.

"Actually," said little Lego, "you can add an extra gender to Black Mask if you want."

Ten eyes stared like wolves at the small figure on the coffee table, Lego Jason blinked, "It's just a womb, it's not a troublesome thing, just use a few building blocks to fight together."

He said it easily, and we gasped when we heard it.

"Send good material for rags." Jason muttered to himself, "It's time for Old Hei to experience the suffering of intersex people standing on the street."

I showed a painful and gentlemanly smile at the full of malice in Jason's words.

"How can you even think like that," Tim reprimanded disapprovingly, "at least call Stephen over and start again."

You are right, we are selfish.

303.

It wasn't Stephanie's absence that stopped us from doing evil.

It doesn’t matter if she’s absent, we have the best and most high-definition equipment to shoot her from multiple angles, so she’s guaranteed to watch the video and be on the scene, as if she’s standing at the scene of the operation where the black mask became intersex.

What stops us is the shadow of a bat peeking in with the first rays of dawn.

The pointed ears are reflected on the floor, and the shadow covers the head on the vase. We involuntarily approach each other and huddle together in front of the bat shadow, trying to get some reassuring warmth.

In the silence, only the sound of me swallowing saliva was particularly obvious.

"Who are you?" My Kishimoto-style head was shaking while holding a black mask.

The low, trademark LTC voice asks, "Who's the Alpha of Humans?"

I cautiously replied, "Wonder Woman."

The voice paused for a moment, then said disdainfully, "Damn it."

He actually said provoking, he actually said provoking!

The voice coughed twice, and continued to ask, "Who can lock the throat of a bear with a backhand?"

Jason said without hesitation, "Of course it's Wonder Woman!"

"Can we limit the scope to the hunk, hunk." The voice reminded heavily, "Male."

"Okay." We shut up obediently.

The voice asked the third question with satisfaction, "Who has the butt of steel?"

Dick knew this question, and he raised his hand happily, "Superman!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!" the voice spat out with emotion, "Aliens are not within the scope of the answer, skip it."

Dick closed the zipper around his mouth.

"Next question." Hearing the voice, Bat Shadow rinsed his mouth, "Who works hard every day and never slackens?"

Damian replied calmly, "Luther."

"Bah," Bat Shadow snorted dissatisfiedly, "Baldy doesn't deserve it!"

Baldy is sad, but since we've programmed him so many times behind the scenes, he's not bad this time.

"Final question," Throat said sternly, "Who has been paying taxes according to the law?"

Tim, the genius among us, the smartest birdie, had the answer, "Tony Stark."

"Iron Man Sucks."

304.

The voice was irritated by our perfunctory attitude.

We swore no, we answered his question with obvious sincerity.

"DC's father will send you to Sony." He threatened.

"Oh, really?" Tim was surprised, "Then can I apply to partner with Spider-Man?"

He thought happily, "I'm going to change my code name to 'Drake'."

Yes, this is the smartest man among us, a great genius who takes his real name as a contemporary name.

The voice was silent for a while, and comforted, "Although you have been studying outside the university, there is only one line that mentions you, but..."

"Well," the voice said in self-deprecation, "you just don't have a camera."

305.

The bat shadow with pointed ears took a step forward, revealing his real body from behind the curtain.

The little building block man, the size of Lego Jason, stood on the windowsill and comforted Tim, "Think of the good, at least you have a mentor who is the most handsome in the world and the richest in the universe."

"Oh." Lego Jason sneered suddenly, he folded his arms and snorted angrily, "The richest? You don't even want to give me five dollars a week in pocket money now, you old bat!"

"Wow, five dollars a week," I exclaimed, "he's a cheapie."

"Right, right," Lego Jason immediately found his accomplices, scolding his father for being stingy, "This Grandet, Harpagon, and Priuschkin, he would rather spend [-] million on researching anti-Superman armor than Give his son the latest video game for ten bucks!"

"...Have you ever thought," Jason raised an eyebrow, "this is your own problem."

"My God!" Lego Jason hugged his little red head.

With a sound of "Bo", he took off the red hood accessories, revealing that it was me, I was you, and you didn't stand by yourself," Xiaochazi pointed in mid-air, "but spoke for the old man. "

"Oh, you're right." Jason came to his senses, "The old man is such a miser!"

The battle lines were united so easily.

306.

Lego Batman tried to defend himself, "You have been hiding in the Batcave for 30 consecutive days and playing games without going out, and you didn't even take an extra step out of the gate of the manor to get your courier."

Lego Jason plausibly said, "I have done my red hood good deeds last month, so I can, of course I can enjoy life with the remaining half month."

I questioned, "But 30 days is the number of days in a month."

"This is for this month," Lego Jason said confidently, "Once the middle of the month is over, the second half of the month is the time for Red Hood's justice!"

Is this the master of time management? It is well-founded and convincing.

"That's not the point," the little building block claws clasped the window sill, Lego Jason jumped off the coffee table, landed on the window sill, and tapped Lego Batman's chest "The point is that you don't even want ten dollars Give me."

Lego Batman's face, which is less than one centimeter square, changes expressions at an average rate of sixty times per second.Lego Jason takes two steps forward, and he takes two steps back.Lego Jason took a few steps forward, and he took a few steps back until the two little Legos were both standing on the edge of the window.

"Okay," Lego Batman gritted his teeth, and finally told the truth, "Because when we played the game last time, you thought my skills were too poor to hold you back, so this time I bought the first batch of released ones in advance. The game is being practiced secretly."

Lego Jason screams, "You're playing games behind my back!"

"That's because you dislike my game technology!" Lego Batman whimpered, "I wander around among the citizens who worship Batman every day, paying attention to the 190 and nine villains on the blacklist, and I have a little sleep time left. Split half to play games, and secretly play behind Ah Fu's back, I dream that I am playing BOSS!"

Turn the offensive.Lego Jason shrank his neck under the sharp eyes of his old father, "I don't particularly dislike your skills," he said in a small voice, "You are only three dicks behind Damian, Tim closed his eyes and played better than you."

I think this sentence is a bit familiar, maybe Jason in a certain universe has said this about me.Is Tim some sort of barometer of how good the game is?

"Ahem," Dick cleared his throat, and he was as quiet as a chicken when we talked, holding a paintbrush in his hand, "See if this works."

The head of the black mask that was painted back to black has a few black circles representing the eyes, nose and mouth in Lego style. In order to create a fierce atmosphere for the black mask, a three-white eye is vividly left in the dots of the eyes. painted red.

Although this style of painting is extremely spiritual and simple, it can be seen at a glance that it is a black mask, which is more recognizable than the boys and girls drawn by Damian.

Unexpectedly, Damian actually lost in the delicate painting style.Because Black Mask himself is too sloppy, Damian's drawing habits are not suitable at all!

Damian: ...

I saw him break the paintbrush in his hand, and a ferocious sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Starting today, Black Mask will be renamed "Black Scribbled".

How many times did he change his name this night?

307.

"Now that the face has been drawn," I squatted beside the combined arms, legs, torso and head, "should I bring him back to life?"

Lego Jason jumped off the window sill a few times, "It's okay, look at me."

Just as his small hands of building blocks touched the head of the black mask, the shadow of a pointy ear enveloped us.

"Not me," said Lego Batman at my feet, "but he's not as handsome as I am."

Like a broken and rusted robot, I twisted my neck one by one, just in time to see the person hanging upside down on the window sill.

The pitch-black cloak, the square chin, and the stretched bat logo on the muscular and powerful chest muscles.

I:……

"Father, listen to my sophistry, dad!!!"

"It's not sophistry, it's an explanation. Aren't you even more guilty??!"