i spent the summer in gotham

332.

We found a relatively flat stone in the ruins and built it up. We placed the delivered food on the stone and sat around to eat.

Superman and Batman on the side were very puzzled.Thousands of words rolled over Batman's jaw, and Superman asked directly, "Aren't you worried about him?"

We sat on a slightly smaller rock and ate noodles, "Don't worry, the duck is very powerful, even this Doomsday is not enough for him to fight."

We warmly greeted Superman, "Do you want to come and eat?"

Superman said embarrassedly, "It's not very good."

"It's okay, it's okay," we pushed the steaming blueberry pie towards him, "just try a piece, it's okay."

The pie crust of the blueberry pie puffed up because of the heat, and the sweetness overflowed. Superman swallowed unconsciously, and Batman looked sideways at the thud.

3 minutes later, we sat on the rock with Superman and called Batman, "Come over for dinner?"

Superman shyly raised the blueberry pie in his hand, trying to drag Batman into the water, "It tastes good."

Batman: "..."

He gave Superman a complicated look, "NO."

333.

Just before Timothy cleaned up the ruins, the third person arrived at the scene.

Wonder Woman Diana entered the arena fully armed. Jason, who had just stuffed half a hamburger in one gulp, was taken aback.

He chewed slowly and firmly, swallowed half of the hamburger in his mouth, and the [-]-meter sprint disappeared in the next second, and Superman was stunned by that vigorous figure.

Superman: "What happened to him?"

"Oh, don't worry," Dick said, stuffing a handful of French fries into his mouth. "He's gone to mess with his hair. It's understandable to be a bit smug in front of his own goddess."

Batman was silent.

Superman almost stabbed his hand and pie in his mouth, "Are all of you ordinary people like this?"

"No, it's not," Batman denied.

334.

With the addition of Wonder Woman, the battle quickly ended.

Batman finally had the time to ask our group of careless people who were eating and drinking around, "Who the hell are you?"

I pointed to myself, "Your daughter from another universe," pointing to the other four idiots who fought over a roast sausage, "Your son, the first three were picked up, and the youngest one was born by myself."

Satisfied, I saw the crack of his soul on his chin, and continued to explain, "But we are not the same mother. My mother is Li Shuwen, and his mother is Thalia."

Superman took a careful look at Bruce, "So you're married."

Sadly, he didn't, woohoo.

"As for the purpose of our coming here..." I rubbed my chin, remembering our original intention to come to this time and space. Timothy, who finished solving Doomsday, was walking this way, his cloak fluttering with his steps.

I sold the handsome Yaya unceremoniously, "He said your son is going to be resurrected."

Batman:! ! !

335.

"He is still alive," Timothy said. "There is no need to doubt the authenticity of this matter. In our world, resurrection is not impossible."

We pretended not to see his trembling lips, Dick touched his nose, and said with some embarrassment, "Then he should be about my age now?"

"What are you thinking?" Timothy glanced at him in surprise, "Let's not say that the Justice League has not yet been established in this timeline, you don't really think that the time lying in the cemetery can be counted as age?"

He pointed at Jason, "Isn't he just a model of lying about his age? The time he spent lying in the coffin plus the time he was demented and wandering, the current age can be reduced by two or three years. So when he does something stupid, Forgive him more, he is only a child after all."

Jason was startled and angry, "Don't slander me, my mind is very mature!"

"I see," Tim nodded in agreement, "It's not my illusion that Jason's mental age is younger than mine."

Dick muttered to himself, "I see, I will be more tolerant to him in the future, after all, he is also my little brother." Little, focus.

"Sooner or later, I'll kill you all with one shot. I want to clean up." Jason gestured with the gun in his hand and grinned, "You can choose a headshot or a heart-piercing package."

My eyes lit up, "Then I am not my sister, hurry up, call me sister!"

"A 19-year-old girl should stop daydreaming!"

336.

Timothy left first. As 007's [-]/[-] worker, he lived a very fulfilling life every day.Before leaving, he promised to remind us if there was Dick Lily's location.

We stayed on for a while, and were received by Alfred at the lake house with Superman, Lois, and Wonder Woman.

Leaving aside the question of how Superman, Lois, and Wonder Woman keep up.This Ah Fu, he has hair!

Ah Fu's long-cherished bald comb stunt has lost its usefulness!

Oh, you can't say that, maybe Jason will inherit the knack of combing the bald head.According to Damian's hairline, it seems that he is not far from this future.

Ah Fu made a big meal for our arrival, and stood lovingly as we wolfed down imagelessly and huddled together for a cookie.

Batman: "...they are not my children."

"They are one of many possibilities," Ah Fu said in a flat tone, and he meant something, "but you can't stop me from expressing my gratitude to them, at least they let me know that in a certain world, I have the opportunity to enjoy family happiness It is possible that you will not become a widowed old man with a bleak future and no filial piety because of your willfulness."

His eyes were gentle as if watching a group of kittens rolling on the ground and chasing their tails, completely ignoring the forks flying around on the dining table.Batman's eyelids shuddered as Damian threw the knife right next to Batman's hand.

Superman swears that even if he eats at the same table with General Zod, it may not be able to cause this scene.

He glanced sideways at Wonder Woman, who was smiling at the young people playing with her chin on her hands, and when she saw him looking over, she raised her lips, "Very energetic, isn't it?"

I think... Maybe the vitality is too much.Superman hesitated to speak.

Next to him is Bruce with a look on his face that he mistook the ginger for a potato.Superman actually felt a little bit of sympathy for the comfort of each other.

It seems that there is no common language between them, maybe they will become good friends.Superman thought optimistically.

337.

The Wayne Manor of this world has been abandoned.

That's why we live in Batman's lakeside mansion.

Jason asked Ah Fu, "Did he sell the manor to the Drake family?"

Ah Fu, with thick hair, sang with him, "Of course not. But if the old house wants to, maybe it will also want to be taken care of by the new scholars."

Tim smacked his lips regretfully, "You can consider selling it to me in this world, Tim Lily who doesn't want to sell it to this world, you can sell it to me."

"What, are you still planning to come over for vacation now and then?" I asked.

Tim thought thoughtfully, "It's not bad, think about it, this is a young Zhenglian that hasn't been established yet."

"You're right," I said seriously, "please make sure to reserve a room for me."

Batman sitting next to us the whole time: "Iahere."

338.

It was already a few days after we received the news from Timothy Duck.According to his positioning, the resurrected Dick Lily is in Gotham.

All of us were out, plus a Superman who came to help.The corners of Batman's mouth have been curled down since Superman's feet landed on Gotham soil, but unfortunately no one noticed.

We followed the mobile positioning all the way from the abandoned port to find the East District, and got into the alley.Jason's expression became more and more contorted.

At the same time as the wild cat was scurrying over the lid of the trash can, we found a shadow behind the trash can, and that shadow was fighting with a fat big orange cat for an expired bento box thrown away by a 24-hour convenience store.

The orange cat is sensitive in action and quick in response. It stretches out its claws without mercy, and defends to the death the dignity of the overlord among the cats around it.

Shadow is bold and careful, patient and steady, never letting go of any flaws, and using his rich experience and skills to attack heroically.

One person and one cat fought in the alleys of Gotham, rolling around on the ground.

Batman's voice trembled. "Dick."

"Alas." Dick subconsciously answered, and slammed his face under our awkward stares, "Actually, I don't think I can't even win with the cat."

The boy whose name was actually called did not respond, and we noticed that he only had basic reaction ability and lacked human thinking.

Dick Lily was kicked in the face by the orange cat, and the winning big orange swaggered away the chicken cutlet that rolled out of the lunch box, and slipped away with his buttocks twisting, leaving Dick Lily sitting on the ground stupidly.

Dick suddenly said, "Did you do the same at the beginning, fighting for food with cats?"

Jason took a deep breath, "Fuck, I don't know." He curled his lips in embarrassment, racking his brains to say something lively, "At least according to the results, I must have won the cat."

Damian took a step forward and squatted down, ready to reach out to Dick Lily.A thin and small carrot head flew out from the corner, and gave Damian a sack to cover his face.

With one hit, he grabbed Dick Lily's hand and led him quickly into the abandoned building.

Jason finally couldn't hold back his stomachache expression. He covered his eyes and murmured in pain, "I knew it."

Damian tore off the sack, showing a gloomy face, "Explain, Todd."

Jason couldn't help but smile, "When I was a teenager, I was wandering here.... Coincidentally, I have a bit of bad intentions to take care of others."

So Jason Lily picked up the demented and homeless Dick Lily, and took him by his side to take care of him.Needless to say, the ability to snatch food from a cat's mouth is most likely taught to him by street survival expert Jason Lily.

The time of death had not changed Dick Lily's appearance, he still looked like a teenager, a pathetic fool.As a matter of course, Jason Lily voluntarily worked as a nanny for him.

Tim's expression was not much better than that of Dick and Jason, and he sighed, "Did you notice the handkerchief that Dick Lily tied his palms with?"

"Ang?" We probed in doubt.

Tim gave a forced smile, "It's clean, neat, and made of high-end materials, which are used by the middle class. Of course, I don't just mean that I remember it, I mean that I saw the initials embroidered on it."

"In other words," he glanced at Batman, who looked as if he was going to fight three great white sharks in the sea in a second, "Tim Lily is probably secretly supporting their goldfish."

Us: ... is, is it?