i spent the summer in gotham

367.

The New Year is approaching day by day, Meimei contacted me and asked me if I plan to go back to Shushan for the New Year.

"Then I must stay in Gotham to spend the New Year with my old father," I said righteously, "I'm still a college student, so I can definitely receive red envelopes."

"Didn't your dad give you a Bentley for Christmas?" Meimei said, "He is really persevering, dreaming that one day you will learn to drive."

I hope my dad can wake up one day. Giving me a car is like giving Jason a car. I sold that car to my second brother.

Anyway, my dad's cub is still driving the car in exchange, and rounding up means that the car is still in my dad's hands.

"Okay," Meimei had expected, "Ah Qiang and I went to find you on the third day of junior high school. Can we visit Wayne Manor?"

"Let me tell Ah Fu." I said vigilantly, "But our family will not give you red envelopes, give up."

"Too stingy will become a stingy adult." Meimei said, "You can sneak it to me, and I won't tell Aqiang."

OK, so it's decided.You can't sell me in front of Ah Qiang!

368.

After answering Perfect's phone call, Jason called me again for help.

"I can't leave here for the time being," screams and gunshots intertwined, "Roy has come to Gotham, you go and pick him up for me."

He sneered darkly, "If he hides in a corner drinking again, I'll send him to die again."

I shivered because of the coldness in the voice, and asked weakly, "Where can I go to pick him up?"

"I told him that you will pick him up." Jason said, and he reported a series of numbers, "This is the number he uses now, you can contact him directly...Die me, idiot!"

Holding the phone that was hung up, I secretly prayed that the brother who was scolded by Jason as an idiot would not lose his kneecap, and turned to call Roy.

The phone was connected instantly, and Roy's voice was full of panic, "Jie Bird, listen to my explanation, I really didn't drink, not much, well, I just took a sip!"

Me: "...the werewolf blew himself up, brother."

Roy gave a "huh" in doubt, "Jie Bird, have you turned sexual again?"

Please explain, what is "again".

Talking nonsense, very drunk.

I scratched my hair, "Where are you, I'll pick you up."

Roy thought for a moment, "I'm here with my friends."

"Where is your friend?"

"My friend is in the sewer."

???

Is your friend a mermaid in the sewers?

369.

A few minutes later, I stood in the sewer, looking affectionately at an upright crocodile.

"This crocodile monster friend," I pulled out a brand new little notebook from behind, "Have you registered yet?"

The crocodile friend said calmly, "I am a native crocodile."

It turned out to be a native crocodile monster, sorry, sorry.

370.

Roy sat in the corner with a crushed beer can at his feet.He saw me and waved happily, "Hey, this way."

It's okay, not drunk enough to call Jay in my face.

I squatted in front of him and patted his face with my hand, "Jason said that if you hide and drink again, he will shoot you back to hell."

Roy hiccupped and narrowed his eyes alertly, "I didn't drink in hiding, so this accusation is not established!"

I looked around, the dark and stinky gutters, the underground passages with no living things except the three of us and rats and cockroaches.

Me: "...didn't hide?"

"Of course not," Roy said confidently, "Who made him live here, what can I do?"

Brother Crocodile sneered.

Brother Roy put my shoulders nicely, "This time there is a discount, buy three get one free, and there is also a probiotic flavor, don't you really want to try it?"

I declined, "Don't drink while driving, don't drive after drinking."

"Didn't you sell your car to Jay Bird?" Roy enthusiastically persuaded, "Come on, come on, try it."

I slapped his hand off, "How do you know I sold the car to Jason?"

Roy sneered, "Because I borrowed your Bentley to drive."

"...Pay the money," I spread my hands blankly, "one hundred at a time, buy two get one free."

Roy smiled dryly and put the probiotic-flavored sparkling wine in my hand, "It's very sweet, try it."

I silently pushed him away, "I'm a principled person, I don't drink."

371.

Roy and the crocodile brother had a good time drinking, and I carried a plastic bag to pick up wine bottles for them.

Among the wine bottles rolling around on the floor, I found a box of chocolates. The box of chocolates given by the store was kicked aside by two drunks.

I wiped the dust off the chocolate box and shook the box, "Whose chocolate is this?"

Roy waved his hand, "Go ahead, mature men don't eat sweets."

Sweetheart Pig Daddy can't hear that.

I unwrapped it and ate a chocolate.The taste is a bit strange, but it is not unpalatable, and the taste is still a little bit better after chewing a few more times.

So I ate another one, a few more, and half a box.

A few minutes later, I passed by Roy and Brother Crocodile with a calm face, sat between them, and took out my mobile phone.

Roy leaned closer, one eye widened and the other narrowed, and looked at my face with difficulty, "Your face is so red, are you drunk?"

He glanced at the chocolate wrapping paper on the ground, "Wow, you are more rubbish than Jaybird, you will get drunk after eating bonbons!"

"I didn't." I retorted sternly.

"You have," Roy grabbed my face indistinctly, "your face is redder than the red hood's hood," he laughed, "you're so ugly, you're singing Swift's song Are you dancing?"

I punched Roy on the head with a bang, and as Roy fell to the ground in slow motion, my face tensed, "I don't sing Taylor Swift's song," I frowned, "Of course I sing "Lucky Come"! "

After that, I kindly took the hand of Roy who was lying on the ground, dragged him up from the ground, and sang loudly, "Good luck, I wish you good luck, good luck brings joy and love..."

The crocodile brother sat across from us, because it was a crocodile face, so we couldn't see his expression clearly.

"Which of you has Red Hood's phone?" he asked.

And no one answered him.

372.

Roy and I sang and danced arm in arm in the sewer, as if we were going to make a group debut in the next second and become idols to save the soon-to-be-closed Quinn Industries.

The killer crocodile watched us holding hands and circling around, drinking silently on the sidelines, without saying a word.

"Has Red Hood's brain shrunk?" He sneered secretly, "Putting these two together, Gotham is not afraid that Gotham will be blown up tonight."

One hand rests on his shoulder, then another.

Roy leaned against his shoulder affectionately, "Come on, let's play together."

I tried to seduce, "Come on, come on, it's lively when there are many people."

"If I join your ridiculous team," Killer Crocodile snorted coldly, "I will go to Wayne's construction site tomorrow to move bricks."

"Dude, you're such a disappointment," Roy poked his shoulder, hugged his arm and pulled it up with all his strength, "you must, play with us today!"

The corner of Killer Crocodile's mouth curled into a disdainful smile.The corner of his mouth hadn't even reached the proper arc, a hand grabbed his arm, and then pulled it up——

The killer crocodile is like a flimsy plastic toy, pulled up lightly by a slender hand.

Killer Crocodile:?

Before he could react, Roy cheered, hooked his arm, and pulled the killer crocodile to spin and jump.

Killer Crocodile tried to break free, but the unattractive little girl followed Roy Harper and caught him in the middle, his refusal drowned out by the screams and howls that were sent to the sky.The sewer where the killer Crocodile lived turned into a lively dance hall for a while, and there were only two people, but they made a scene of thousands of troops.

Killer Crocodile thinks calmly as it spins.

He wondered where the Red Hood and Batman were now.

No, just a bat-type vigilante is fine.

373.

"You guys should go out and blow some air," Killer Crocodile said indifferently, "sober up."

"Blowing, good!" Roy cheered, "Let's drive the Batmobile secretly!"

I danced with ecstasy, "Batmobile!"

"Then you can live in the ward next to me in Arkham." Killer Crocodile curled his lips, "I will definitely go crazy."

"Yeah," I gnawed on my thumbnail, "I don't have a driver's license."

"Do I have a driver's license?" Roy asked, he looked at Killer Crocodile blankly, "Brother, do I have a driver's license?"

Killer Crocodile's tail moved aside in disgust, "No."

Roy covered his face in horror, "It turns out that I don't have a driver's license, and I've been driving without a license for so long. Do I have to surrender to the police?"

"Yes, I advise you to hurry up." Killer Crocodile said emotionlessly.

"It doesn't matter," I comforted Roy, and the magnified Doe hovered at my feet. "Although we can't drive, we can drive flying swords."

"Drive, fly, sword." Killer Crocodile repeated word by word.

He has a bestial intuition, simply put, a bad premonition.

374.

"Alas--"

"My friends in Wayn Tower over there, let me see your hands! My friends in Arkham over there, let me see your feet! Everyone, let me see you!"

The flying sword streaked across the sky like a streamer, and the oncoming night wind made people's hair dance wildly.The two people sitting in front raised their hands and swayed in the wind.

Killer Crocodile sat behind, like an old monk in meditation.

I heard that Huaxia has a calming method called chanting.

There is a scripture that can dispel the depression in people's heart, called "Diamond Sutra".

Killer Crocodile decided to make a copy of the "Diamond Sutra" tomorrow.

375.

The night is his disguise.

Fear is his weapon.

Gotham is his territory.

The bat's shadow elongated and deformed on the floor of the alley, making the man standing on top of the gargoyle look more like a monster, ruthless, cold-blooded and cruel.

Beside him was a brightly-toned figure who, despite his young age, was not something that Gotham's criminals dared to underestimate.

The pair of famous Gotham partners stand against the wind, stepping on the bustling city.

This city has condensed the painstaking efforts of Bat for most of his life, and it is the place where his soul is tied.She failed him, pampered him, punished him, and took care of him.

Without Gotham, there would be no Batman.

Batman stared at his city quietly. Gotham was very peaceful tonight. He was like a brave old cat, patrolling his territory.

He felt something in his heart, "I am revenge..."

"Woohoo!" An unknown object swished past overhead.

Batman paused, and continued, "I am the night..."

"The wind is so strong tonight—" The unidentified object that just flew past flew back.

Batman was silent for a moment, and decided to finish the sentence, "I am Bat..."

"Why isn't the bat light on tonight—" Strange things that seemed to be his daughter were flying around Gotham.

Batman couldn't bear it anymore, and stepped on the gargoyle's head sullenly, "Robin!"

"Yes, Batman."

"Shoot them down for me."

"No problem, Batman."