[Zhongyingmei] The style of the game is wrong

"Like it?"

Dorothy and Damian, who knocked on the door, each had a Batman doll.

It really deserves the name of the children's favorite doll. It is cute in appearance and soft in touch. Even though Dorothy was frightened by Batman last night, she doesn't want to let go of it now.

Every time Dorothy touched it, her heart was shaken a little bit.

Bruce took the opportunity to add fuel to the fire, and continued Amway: "Maybe he just looks fierce? Like chocolate, it looks bitter, but it tastes sweet."

Dorothy blinked. She thought Dad was a little strange today.Isn't he afraid of Batman?

Standing next to Dorothy with a stinky face, Damian was also caught off guard by a Batman doll.He hugged the doll, with a blank expression on his face.

"I don't need it, Father," he said firmly.

It would have been more convincing if he hadn't hugged tightly and wouldn't let go.

When Dorothy went to knock on Bruce's door, she bumped into Damian who was coming back from morning exercise.

There was no one in Little Wing's room, he left early in the morning, Bruce explained: "He went to deliver the courier."

Express delivery to Black Mask.

"Did Alfred send you here?"

Silly father Brussie touched the little heads of the two cubs, otherwise how would Dorothy and Damian know that he brought the doll back.

"No." Dorothy was a little embarrassed holding the doll, after all, Dickie gave Bruce the autographed photo of Superman.

"Actually..." Dorothy blinked, looked up at him, and said eagerly, "I want the autographed photo of Superman."

Baby Bruce's hand froze in mid-air.

Are Batman dolls not fun?And what's the name of the little reporter from Planet Daily?

He replied dryly: "...I'll go back and look for it."

"You guys go play first."

Dorothy let out an "oh" in disappointment, rubbing her small face on the bat doll, and then heard Bruce continue: "I'm going to talk about the acquisition of the "Daily Planet."

"The Daily Planet!" Dorothy looked up sharply, her blue eyes sparkling, and she said cheerfully, "Do you know Clark Kent? He's a great shooter of Superman, and he's written a lot about Superman."

Bruce: ...Not only do I know, I also know that he is Superman.

Bruce barely finished speaking, and pulled out a smile: "...Okay, let me ask for you."

"Dad is so nice!"

Dorothy jumped up happily, then dragged Damian who was silent and chirped away.

And forced his way into Damian's room.

Just looking at his room, it is impossible to think that the owner is a child, and the room decoration is a little serious.There was even a gun hanging on the wall.But Damian refused Dorothy's request to touch it.

Because it's real, not a toy.He decided to put it in a less conspicuous position next time, in case the curious cub would hurt himself.

Damian lowered his head and fiddled with the bat doll. The doll was soft and round, big and soft, and covered with a layer of warm fine fleece.He squeezed his little pointed ears and listened to Dorothy's fairy tales after finishing her homework.

Dorothy sat cross-legged on Damian's bed, her little milk voice was soft and sticky.

"Since then, the prince and princess lived happily together." She ended with a standard family carnival ending with satisfaction.

"Routine." Damian said coolly.

Damian returned to the house and resumed his invincible state.From "dragons and humans cannot coexist, since there are dragon slaying warriors, it must be the end of immortality" to "the prince has been wandering for so many years, and his throne is still unbelievable." to "the king is so sick in his mind." , why hasn’t the country been destroyed yet?”

From the character design to the story, he picked the thorns again and again.

He smacked his lips, and finally commented with one sentence: "It's too old."

Dorothy: ...you wait.

Little Dorothy rolled her eyes neatly, picked out a chocolate candy from the pile of candies scattered on the bed sheet, peeled it off and ate it.

Chocolate that melts in your mouth is really sweet.

Originally, candies and snacks were almost piled up into a small mountain, but now only a few pieces have been wiped out.

Damian frowned.Has she finished changing her teeth?

Dorothy seemed to be eating all the time, after Bruce had confiscated her large bag of sweets.But Dorothy was almost as good at hiding things as she was at finding morsels.

The photo of Bruce spitting up milk helped the two cubs survive the friendship boat that was about to be overturned by the huge waves.

Shared little secrets are good for minor league building -- albeit in jeopardy.

Damian let go of his hand and placed the Batman doll next to the bedside pillow.

"Are you going to sleep with it at night?" Dorothy chewed the candy, her voice was vague.

"I should have told you what it means for the stupid bird to fly first." Damian didn't answer but changed the subject. He rolled over on his hands and walked towards the desk. "Eat too much and be careful not to fly."

There was a small notebook open on the desk, which was the homework that Dorothy had just finished, with a few pens scattered around it.

Robin Bird firmly believes that flexible skills will bring out stronger combat effectiveness.

If Jason was here, he would raise his hand in agreement, after all, the heavy weight would reduce the efficiency of the short-legged little Robin jumping up and punching people, but a tall enough red hood would not be needed.

Dorothy lay on the bed without changing her expression and flipped through the picture book: "It's okay, Little Wing said he would fly with me in his arms."

He also said he stole Batmobile tires to raise baby Dorothy.

Damian sneered.

"No, you're jealous," said Dorothy still unmoved, she had figured out Damian's temper, and he would feel uncomfortable if he didn't hate others for a day.

"You're jealous that Little Wing made me fat and fat, and I'm cuter than you."

Jason would feed Dorothy almost every minute of the day, all day long.

Is Todd really being a baby boy?Damian frowned.

He approached the desk and took out the weighing device from the cabinet below, and retorted to little Dorothy: "Oh, what's the use of that, so it can be stewed and eaten?"

Can cute eat?

With a scale in his hand, he walked back and looked down on Dorothy, and then slammed into her face with a bang, almost scaring Dorothy out of bed.

"Stand up," he ordered, crossing his chest, "I'll carry you down."

"pick one of two."

29.7KG.

"Half a catty heavier." Damian stared at the monitor.

Has Todd finally evolved into Daddy Bird?Damian, who didn't feel that there was anything wrong with his behavior, grabbed Dorothy's hat with one hand and held it.

Then weighed it up and down.

Well, it's really heavy.

Dorothy, who was mentioned, was stunned.

The best brother Tong is more than 200 pounds, and the little cub with milk is a cute and fat guy.

Gotham, which is slowly waking up, unveiled its mysterious veil.

Peter Parker, a trainee reporter for the Daily Bugle, followed his deputy editor early in the morning.The fluttering hair on the top of the Mediterranean shows the senior status and high professionalism of the deputy editor.

The boy was slender, with a face full of immaturity, but his body was covered with a lot of things.

The two walked into the office of the "Daily Horn" in Gotham one after the other, and were in the same building as the "Daily Planet".

He has documents under his arm, a signature pen in his shirt pocket on his chest, and a camera hanging on his neck and carefully guarded on his chest. He shows his determination to defend the most expensive thing in his body with practical actions.

Gotham and New York, which are juxtaposed with the twin cities of the United States, have completely different styles.Gothic buildings can be seen everywhere here, and the gray sky is white, sweeping away the light that cannot penetrate the clouds.

It's like Bruce Wayne and Tony Stark who dominate the American entertainment journalism, similar but different.

New York was bombed again, and Midtown High School, which was seriously implicated, had to suspend classes for vacation until it was rebuilt with funding from the Stark Group, and asked students to stay at home and not run around.

It wasn’t long before Peter Parker became Spider-Man, a good neighbor of the people of New York. He was still a boy in pajamas, wearing a homemade battle suit and wandering the streets to fight criminals. His current dream is to join the Avengers and fight side by side with his idol Iron Man.

Taking advantage of the holiday break, he found several part-time jobs to subsidize his family, including this internship at the "Daily Bugle".

Aunt May is overworked and sick, and Peter is struggling with medical bills.

He thought sadly, maybe he was a little too sad, he saw Aunt Mei crying secretly many times.

However, in view of his excellent performance in the contribution to the "Daily Horn" before - especially the kind that can always take high-definition photos of Spider-Man, without the slightest trace of P-pictures.He got the opportunity of this internship and accompanied the deputy editor to Gotham to cover the technology fair.

Even if it is always questioned by readers that this is a fake photo.But Spider-Man said to this: It's just a pose.He still can't pass the hurdle in his heart, and he will never edit the pictures, and he should not cheat.

It's not easy to take pictures like this with the pixels of a mobile phone, Peter Parker thought sadly.

Another important reason is that the Gotham Arkham Asylum riot coincided with the departure, so many people turned off this task.

The deputy editor is a workaholic, always full of energy, working at his desk.But one has to pay something for one thing - such as the thinning Mediterranean hairstyle.

His reputation in the newspaper is not good, and it is said that he will do whatever it takes to get hits and attract people's attention.

But Peter Parker disagrees with this statement. He really thinks that the deputy editor is a good person.It was he who gave Peter this internship opportunity and agreed to Peter's request for a salary advance.

The deputy editor-in-chief of the Mediterranean is chattering endlessly because he didn't get the qualification for the Wayne Group press conference last night.

They turned down the corridor toward the offices belonging to the Daily Bugle.

"You must be enthusiastic about the interviewees." The senior deputy editor was passing on his experience to Peter Parker, "You must try your best to extract all kinds of information from them. Crucial news."

He emphasized the need to focus on the news: "A dog biting a man is not news, but a man biting a dog is!"

Peter Parker learned a lot from him, such as eye-catching headlines.

It must be united, tense, serious and lively, but also short, ups and downs, embedded in suspense and exciting.

Peter Parker made a vivid metaphor in his heart: probably... the colorful black of the text version?

The senior deputy editor-in-chief of Mediterranean spoke at a fast pace, and when his upper lip touched his lower lip, he rolled over and finished a sentence. Peter had to cheer up and listen carefully.

"I've done skylight opening before..."

Open the sunroof?Peter was interested. Opening the skylight had a specific meaning in journalism. It was a major protest by leaving a blank in the newspaper page. It was definitely a major event.

But the deputy editor immediately fell silent, and then turned to complain about his damned colleague—Daily Planet reporter Clark Kent who cut off the Wayne Group reception.

"Look at his stupid plaid shirt and black-rimmed glasses, he must have resorted to some tricks to get this invitation." He fumed.

What does the tech expo jointly held by Gotham and New York care about a reporter in a metropolis?Can't we report on his cosplay exhibition well?

As a result, he bumped into the protagonist of the discourse head-on at the corner.

"Hi, isn't this Mr. Kent?" The deputy editor-in-chief of Mediterranean immediately changed his face, walked over to hug Clark exaggeratedly.

Superman who heard it all - Clark Kent smiled awkwardly.

But the deputy editor-in-chief of Mediterranean Sea is like a normal person, and the affectionate greetings, as if the two have been friends for many years, fully reflect the American enthusiasm.

——and personally explained to Peter the meaning of "enthusiasm" in his mouth.

The young Peter Parker was dumbfounded: ...

"This is Peter Parker, a talented young man." The senior deputy editor patted Peter on the shoulder and introduced to Clark Kent. Hero column."

Peter Parker looked confused: ... When is the column going to be published, why don't I know?

But then the last sentence stepped on the point: "Just like you reported on Superman."

"His shooting technique is like shooting a buyer's show into a seller's show." While picking on the spider boy's pajamas uniform, he scolded and stepped on it without any trace.

Spider-Man Peter Parker: QAQ

"Maybe you can chat."

Clark Kent, who is good at shooting Superman:  …

Peter Parker, who is good at shooting Spider-Man: ...

The two looked at each other.

Clark Kent couldn't bear it anymore: "...I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first."

The senior deputy editor-in-chief of the Mediterranean gave Peter Parker a hard look, then strode over, took out the key and opened the door to enter.

Bury yourself behind your desk all at once.

Peter frantically arranged the documents, and then remembered: "Oh, by the way, I took a picture of Superman."

Superman was caught last night as he took off to save Dorothy.Superman with super hearing and the ability to fly could of course be anywhere - but the point is, this is Gotham, Batman's Gotham.

Peter's spider sensor has been beeping non-stop since last night.He also stays up late at typesetting, only to wake up in a horrible bald nightmare, only to touch his soft, shaggy short tan hair.

Then when I got up to serve the water, I saw Superman flying in the night sky.

Relying on the technology of being able to shoot high-definition blockbusters with a mobile phone and the blessing of spider reactions, Peter took high-definition photos with a temporarily assigned camera.

"What, Superman appeared in Gotham last night! Show me the photos." The deputy editor jumped up and exclaimed.

Peter obediently handed it over.

The senior deputy editor waved his arms excitedly and circled around the spot several times.In a blink of an eye, I saw Gotham baby Bruce on the screen.

"I have an idea."

"Just Batman, Superman, and Bruce."

He turned around imposingly, rummaged through a pile of old newspapers, pulled out a stack of newspapers and threw them in Peter's arms.

"This is a previous report, Peter, refer to this." He was not out of breath, and the thin hair on the top of his head swayed from side to side with the movement, making Peter terrified. "Hurry up and write the first draft, and send it before noon." In my mailbox."

"The title is "Batman Superman Bruce, Who's the Third?""

"Must be ahead of the Gotham Daily and the Daily Planet." His tone of excitement rose.

Poor little spider boy Peter Parker almost jumps up, "That's not so good,"

Then he saw the other party throw a document: "Written by the Daily Planet, written by the Gotham Daily."

Pasted are two cropped photos, one of Princess Superman holding Baby Brucey, and the other of Bruce crouching in Batman's arms.

—that was Nightwing pretending to be Batman, though no one knew.

We all know Batman and Gotham Babe are a couple.Otherwise, Batman's staggeringly high battle damage would not be affordable by himself.

The only thing they're interested in right now is who exactly Bruce is funding the Justice League for.

Superman, or Batman?And what is the relationship between Superman and Batman?

"Where there are pictures, there is the truth." Mediterranean is firm.

Even if the fragmented facts are not the truth when put together, it is enough for the deputy editor to fool little Peter.

Peter Parker clutched his camera in confusion: It seems...it is.

"Work hard, this time is big news," he seduced in a seasoned tone, "I will apply for a bonus for you when I return to New York."

"It's enough to pay for your Aunt Mei's surgery and there's still some left over." The senior deputy editor's eyes were vicious, and he focused on the focus.

Poor Peter Parker succumbed.

In the evening, the freshly baked newspapers were printed.

Bruce, who left home, really set up a project to acquire the "Daily Planet", and showed a professional smirk to the feature reporter Clark Kent.

"Rao," Clark broke down, he had been busy all day, and when he thought he could finally rest, Bruce grabbed him again.

Of course he knew Bruce Wayne was Batman.Could it be that the matter of saving people last night was exposed, Clark thought guilty.

What interrupted the scene of Bruce making things difficult for the young reporter was the ringing of the mobile phone, and Dorothy called.

Bruce answered the phone, a little surprised.

Little Dorothy clutched the newspaper, her blue eyes fixed on the headlines, and the name of reporter Peter Parker appeared impressively below.

All the doubts were strung together, Batman suddenly appeared that night, and Bruce was pale and disheveled, Damian didn't say a word.And Bruce's desperate Amway this morning.

Her voice of disapproval collapsed into a sharp voice:

"Brucie, I won't allow it!"