Time Miko

It was just dawn in Gotham, and a figure squatted in front of the open refrigerator door, thinking solemnly...

".... Cereal doesn't keep in the fridge...."

Jason looked at the man who squatted in front of the refrigerator door early in the morning and stared into it speechlessly.

"...Well, Little Wing... Do you think Tim and the others will run to some place with wild animals?..."

Dick looked at the almost empty refrigerator and said with some uncertainty.

The refrigerator was almost full last night, and Alfred stuffed as much food as he could into it...

Does time pass differently? ?Probably not, if there is a gap in the passage of time, then at least there is something abnormal about the plate of dessert that is still in the refrigerator, and the color and aroma of that plate of dessert can show that it has not been made for more than 8 hours.......

But Tim can't eat too much at all now, and he is almost always force-fed with a flow tube in the hospital... It is impossible for Connor to eat that much by himself...

Was it attacked by some unknown creature? ? ?

Dick looked worriedly at the almost empty refrigerator, and his brain began to run uncontrollably....

"...Idiot, if you are attacked by some wild beast, the refrigerator should be damaged. As Antana said, this refrigerator is the same one or the same space as that one...."

"..But..."

"Who knows, maybe it's another planet over there, Connor can exchange these things for some local things..."

Jason said while closing the refrigerator door.

Although Jason said so, Dick still stared at the refrigerator for a long time worriedly and said:

"If I get in, will I come out from there..."

"......Eat your cereal......"

Of course Connor and the others won't be attacked by any wild beasts...but the situation is not much better.

At this moment, he is squatting in the kitchen, with piles of ingredients on the left and piles of unknown things on the right......

Strictly speaking, Superboy can cook, such as barbecue or something... But Tim can't eat these things at all, so he decided to make some liquid food... As the space created by Antana, there is such a It's normal to have two cookbooks, so Connor was honored to find this medicinal food cookbook...for China, so he started his first attempt to study Chinese food...... .........

Glancing at the pile of inexplicable things on the right, Connor felt that he seemed to have made a huge mistake, at least he should help Megan when he was cooking things other than barbecue...... ...

He can not eat but Tim can't, so Connor took a deep breath, dumped a freshly baked can of unknown stuff into the trash can, and continued his challenge...... ....

Finally, with Connor's persistent efforts, a can of something that can still be seen was finally made successfully, and I tasted it...

"...the taste is a bit bland.. but less salt is better.."

When Connor came to the bedroom with the bowl of fruit, he was surprised to find that Tim opened his eyes and carefully put the bowl aside... After all, Tim is not mentally normal right now, no matter what he wants It's no use not wanting to admit it.

"...Tim..."

Connor softly called Tim's name, but Tim was still lying quietly, unresponsive.

"Tim..."

Connor yelled again, Tim's heartbeat was not very steady, Connor was very sure that Tim was awake now... It's just that it was Tim or the clown who woke up... that's not sure.The chip that the clown implanted in Tim's brain is just an auxiliary device. What is really dangerous is the memory that the clown forced to transplant after brainwashing Tim. It can also be said to be personality......

"...Connor..."

Tim finally had a reaction, he slowly turned his head to look at Connor's position.

"...yes...it's me..."

Connor approached the bed cautiously.

"...Connor...you're a little far away..."

Tim smiled and seemed to be beckoning Connor closer, but the thin arm didn't rise.

Connor frowned, then slowly walked over and carefully put Tim's arm that was exposed outside the quilt back under the quilt.

"...a little cold.."

Tim whispered...

"...Is it..."

Connor frowned and looked at Tim as he spoke, but he still helped Tim tuck the quilt carefully...

"...you hold me..."

The coquettish request with a bit of obsequiousness suddenly made Connor's eyes turn cold, but he still hugged Tim in his arms as requested.

"...Connor...is still cold, hold on tight..."

Every time Tim asked, Connor's heart became colder...

Suddenly, there was a feeling of being squeezed on his chest. Connor lowered his head and saw Tim biting his chest fiercely, and said inarticulately:

"It's still so cold...let me use your blood...to warm me..."

".........clown!!!!!"