The big orange is the most important [comprehensive British and American]

That night Fiona had a very weird dream. In the dream, she turned into a snow-white round ball, stared at by a pair of eyes from the darkness. The inexplicable sense of oppression made her back sweat , unable to escape, as if he had become a small animal under the claws of some huge beast, weak and helpless, he could only struggle in vain, but he could never escape——

Clang.

A voice that should never appear in a peaceful night sounded.

Fiona lives just behind the flower shop.In the front is the main body of the flower shop with an area of ​​25 square meters, and in the back is the living area. There are kitchens and bathrooms, bedrooms and storage rooms. The gold heartland lingers on.The sound just now was obviously from the sound of the anti-theft door of the flower shop outside being forcibly broken, and this sound is no stranger to Batman. After all, he was looking for the lair of criminals. He had no keys and time was short, so he had to kick the door hard. He had heard it countless times when he heard it, but the appearance of this voice can only mean two things:

First, someone broke into the house; second, the young psychic didn't seem to be doing that well in terms of defense.

But now he is just an orange cat, trying in vain to wake Fiona up, but at this moment, it can be seen that Fiona has only learned some skills of the League of Assassins:

I only learned the good mentality of sleeping and dying in order to quickly recover my physical strength; I didn't learn the sense of vigilance and crisis awareness of being on the alert.

Don't say Bruce doesn't work hard!He was putting his fifteen pounds on Fiona's chest, trying to wake her up!

But it's really useless.Fiona was still sleeping like hell.

Bruce still can't just sit back and watch the little girl be killed in such a muddle. After all, if Damian really goes to Gotham Zoo the next day and tries to find himself from the lion species inside, then he will have to rely on Fiona's help, so Fiona must not die here.

So he jumped out of bed, tried to jump ten centimeters off the ground, and finally opened the door of the bedroom. At this time, the burglar outside had already pried open the cash drawer of the flower shop, and was putting it in his pocket Race money.Taking advantage of the night, Bruce moved closer in the darkness without a sound, and it was better to get closer and closer——

The thief finally loaded up with enough money.It turned out that it was too dark here, and he didn't dare to light the lamp because he was a guilty conscience. He was walking in the dark, trying to see if he could take something more valuable, but he tripped over the big fat orange under his feet and became dizzy. Mouth gnawing mud, it seems that even the front teeth have been knocked out, and the pain is burning.

What a brave and fearless orange cat, but a little fat.But it doesn't matter, Batman is still brave and fearless no matter what he becomes!

And this time, after Bruce's precise calculation, just after the thief slammed into the air, his head could be hit by a vase falling from the sky, so the unlucky thief passed out before he could even make a sound. .

The orange cat Bruce licked his paws, hiding his achievements and fame.

The next morning, as soon as I stepped out of the room, I saw Fiona in a mess: "..."

Her first reaction was to squat down to check the life and death of the thief lying on the ground, who was still dying, and found that he had an inexplicable sense of security when he was still breathing his last breath, so the law-abiding citizen immediately I called the police, and when the Gotham police came to take him away, the thief was still muttering:

"...The orange cat of Dog Day."

Fiona: So this person wasn't cursed by her, but tripped by the orange cat?There are really too many slots here, so many that even she doesn't want to complain!

For a while, she didn't know whether to celebrate the rest of her life with her big orange first, or to confirm the weight of the orange cat again, lest such a fat cat suffer from kidney failure and three highs in the future.In the end, I adopted a compromise method. While cooking cat food for the orange cat, I posted a post on the Internet asking for some advice from professionals:

[My orange cat moved to a new city with me, but within a year it doubled in weight, what should I do? 】

As a result, she didn't look at the board clearly before posting the post. After she found out that she had posted the post asking about the growth of the orange cat to the superhero discussion area, there were already a lot of people laughing and laughing under the originally quite serious help post:

1L: LZ, you went to the wrong area. This is where the Chaoying discussion gathers. You should go to the pet area next door.

2L: LZ, I applied to delete it for you. It’s nothing to worry about, but the growth of your orange cat is really, um, so gratifying...

3L: Allow me to complain, this is not an orange cat, but an orange pig.It's really not good to be fat like this, it will cause kidney failure, LZ, remember to take it for a walk every day, life lies in exercise.

4L: But then again, are there really non-fat orange cats in this world?It seems that the big orange is going to become the fate of this species.

5L: Why are the upstairs helping LZ answer so seriously!Is this the superhero discussion board?Come, let's do something that fits the atmosphere of this district. Before this post is deleted, let's talk to Li Tao, which Chaoying and Orange Cat are the most similar!

This is a good time, one stone stirred up a thousand layers of waves, people who don’t know whether it’s fans or black or black fans pretending to be black, suddenly heard the news, and within 5 minutes of this help post, it was torn into a bloodbath:

6L: The Flash is right!You see he is eating every day, isn't he like an orange cat?

[Attachment 1, orange cat eats like an excavator. GIF]

[Attachment 2, the full half dozen pizza boxes that The Flash emptied, and there is a seventh in his hand]

7L:? ?To be reasonable, what is the size of the orange cat, and what is the size of the Flash? !Is there no one in our Central City Flash support team? !Real name protest!At best, he is a cute little hamster, okay, how could he become fat like an orange pig? !

8L: Passionately nominated the King of Wakanda, that’s right, it’s you, black cat——sorry, black panther, there’s nothing wrong with it except the wrong color, after all, cats and leopards are the same thing, you’ve heard the cry of a leopard Sound? Hahahahaha, meow meow is simply a big cat!

[Audio of leopard's call attached]

Fiona thinks it’s not right that no one has nominated Batman. The bat logo on the battle uniform is very similar to cat ears, super cute, and she is not a native of Gotham, and she is not particularly afraid of this urban legend. In addition, his heroic deeds were just popularized yesterday, and now she is in a subtle little girl's adoration psychology, so she happily cooked cat food while browsing the forum, and personally replied:

Landlord: I vote for Batman, look at his ears, cat ears, pointy, completely consistent except for the wrong color!

[The system prompts that your post has been deleted and is now being transferred back to the homepage. 】

- Batman is watching YOU!

This system prompt is really timely. It comes when Fiona mentions the Gotham legend "Batman", which makes Fiona wonder if her speech is being monitored. Yes, after all, I have lived in the Assassin's League for so many years, and I can still learn something through my ears and eyes.

Her desire to survive was very strong, so she immediately went offline and turned off the power, so that the "lively and unrestrained" Red Robin, who was staying behind in the Batcave, suddenly wanted to see who it was:

As for being so scared? !

And at this moment, the woman who was helped by Fiona before entered the door.Her surname is Green, a very popular and common American surname, and she also has a popular face that matches this surname, as well as an ordinary life without waves.Since being helped by Fiona, Ms. Green has taken extra care of her business. She would come to her shop every few days to buy some flowers and take them back to her daughter. But today, she obviously didn't just want to take care of Fiona. Ona's business came.

Unlike the previous few times we met, Ms. Green's current state is a combination of anxiety, emaciation and despair. Her eyes are red and she has no hope, but she is still unwilling to let go of any slightest clue and asks:

"Fiona, did you see my daughter yesterday? She said she was going to the playground with her friends, but her friends said they hadn't seen her at all, and she disappeared on the way to the playground .”

"No." Fiona shook her head: "But I will pay attention."

——This is already the fifth case of missing teenagers and girls in this area this month, and it is still in early February.

Because of her concerns, Fiona's cat rice didn't control the heat well, and it was almost cooked to full boil, but fortunately it was still within the range that cats could eat.She pushed the plate in front of the orange cat Bruce, sighed, and the lingering sense of elegant melancholy between her brows became even stronger, and she said to herself:

"Ms. Green's daughter is missing... What's wrong with this world, ordinary people will always be bullied."

Bruce's ears twitched and his tail stopped wagging.

He has been thinking about this question for many years, but so far, no one has been able to answer him.For a moment, he felt that if he was a few years younger, it didn't take much to become the age when he was still in Tibetan Tantric Buddhism. Fiona resonates in some way.

"Hey, why are you telling me this, and you don't understand." The ingredients for today's cat rice are beef, chicken, mussels, eggs and mackerel, because the calcium carbonate in this formula is slightly insufficient, so Fiona has another Weighed some calcium carbonate powder with a balance, mixed it in, and pushed it in front of the orange cat Bruce:

"Eat."

Bruce looked at the mixture of meat and seafood in front of him, and fell silent for a long time.

In theory, there is nothing wrong with this plate of cat rice.Mussels and mackerel can allow cats to take in enough taurine, and accurately weighed calcium carbonate powder can also make up for the lack of formula, which is much healthier than eating cat food alone.

But look at the generous portions of beef and mackerel.Even if the orange cat is just a cat, it can tell what is delicious and what is not. Just like people, they will eat something they like, so it is not surprising why this cat is so fat.

But this plate was not attractive to Bruce, after all, he was picky when he was a human, so this plate of cat food, which is good for orange cats, is just a bunch of mixture in his eyes, so He just forced himself to eat more than half of it, and then stopped talking. After all, he failed to jump up and almost rolled from one side of the counter to the other. It was a dark history that he decided to bury in his heart forever. But even so, he still has to send out a roar from the soul:

He can be regarded as knowing how the cat got fat, it was just being fed a little bit of fat.It has nothing to do with Gotham's feng shui, and Gotham won't blame it!

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The three Robins who searched for Bruce in the lion park worked very hard.

Dick: I trust my intuition, I think this is... Ah, forget it, it doesn't seem to be, anyway, try typing out Morse code first. [Knocking on the code]

Jason: We can take a longer view and go to the lioness for a walk...

Damian: Hit you.wash you.

Tim stays in the Batcave, analyzing the data and comparing whether there is any abnormal behavior of lions.

Dick suddenly noticed that Damian's eyes were shining and immediately took precautions: No, little D, stop talking, I know what you are going to say, you can't take one back, really can't, you already have Gloria [cover your mouth desperately 】

Damian struggled and shouted: Only children make choices!all I want!

Dick [Continuing to collapse]:!Don't talk anymore, okay?