[Zhongyingmei] The style of the game is wrong

Damian is in a big|trouble, and it's going to start all over again.

At that time, Damian, who didn't even find an excuse, just stuffed the doll into Dorothy's arms and chased after it, got nothing in the end.

He folded his arms and frowned, the place he finally arrived was desolate and remote.After delivering the speech of "Chasing lost", he glanced around with an uneasy expression.

Surrounded by silence, overgrown with weeds.This area was once the site of an abandoned prison and is deserted.The urban reconstruction has not yet extended to this place. In the remnants that have not been leveled by bulldozers, tenacious weeds grow wantonly on top of the broken bricks and stones.

The long iron fence is like the dividing line between the two worlds. The desolate and dilapidated land is in stark contrast to the bustling Gotham Central Park not far away.

——Heaven and hell are located next to each other, which is not uncommon in Gotham.

Except for Damian who broke in by mistake, nothing happened, as if it was just a poor hallucination of the little Robin bird.

Damian snorted, got up and returned.

So he quickly overturned the original conclusion that nothing happened, and stomped it under his feet without expression, crushed it and kicked it into the trash can.It turned out that there was a little unexpected situation, well, it should be said that it was a □□|annoyance——

"...I seem to have lost Dorothy." There was a crack in Damian's arrogant little expression that was always in control of the situation.

He put a tracker on Dorothy, hidden in the "R" breastplate that symbolizes Robin.Looking for the location to find the past, but arrived at the same remote area.

And empty.

"Dorothy?" He yelled a few times with his hips on his hips like the fool he used to say.

No one answered.

The surveillance in this area was broken in the previous explosion, so we can only check the area of ​​Gotham Central Park.

Damian rummaged around, picked up the Superman schoolbag that Dorot hid with one hand, took off the badge and squeezed it tightly in the palm of his hand.

There was an extra rolled up newspaper in the schoolbag, and Damian took a quick glance at it and knew it.

He is not blind.On the front page, you can guess what's going on just by looking at the three names Superman, Batman and Bruce appearing side by side.Another eye-catching tidbit, he thought sarcastically, and I guess the little fool Dorothy took it seriously.

Sure enough, Dorothy's latest call list showed Bruce, not for a while.

It seemed that he ran out to make the phone call, Damian was slightly relieved.

However, he still frowned and stared at the badge on the palm of his hand: "Can she get rid of her bad habit of hiding things everywhere?"

Such was Dorothy's habit at home, of hiding things here and there.Damian once found a lollipop taped to it under a drawer in the hall.Of course, he dragged it away without hesitation.

"Is she a rabbit? She jumps into the grass every day, so she just digs a hole and gets in."

Damian cursed in a low voice, took out his bat phone and skillfully hacked into the system, calling the monitoring of Central Park.

And resolutely implemented another more practical planning policy——

Throw yourself in the lost children's office and wait.

And made up his mind not to tell anyone.He was sure of Todd's mockery afterwards, for example, "After losing myself, I lost Dorothy by the way?"

Damian is confident that he can bring his lost sister back to the nest alone - before anyone finds out.

It can be concealed.

Father was still busy with the Justice League, and Superman was called to Gotham by him.He frowned a little unhappy. This matter probably has something to do with him, but he was still excluded as the person involved.

Todd's going after Black Mask, but Damian bets he's definitely following the Court of Owls line.

As for Grayson and Drake, overtime lives need no explanation.

A balloon with a picture of a chubby bird is hanging in mid-air, tied to the armrest by a string.The chubby bird was so inflated that it looked like a fully inflated balloon, so much so that Damian refused to admit that it was a Robin bird.

Damian is sitting on a bench, behind him is a graffiti sign of "Missing Children Office".

People passing by would look at him in surprise. After all, Damian, who was wearing a high-necked black T-shirt, had an amazing aura. He didn't look like he was lost at all, but rather like a aggressive parent who came to question his teacher.

As the most A cub in the bat nest, Damian's aura is inversely proportional to his height.

A hand reached out from behind and patted his shoulder.

"If you have normal eyesight, you'll know that I'm lost." Damian yelled impatiently, without looking back.This is already the first metropolitan with too much curiosity.

Only the metropolitans who jointly participated in the exhibition have this kind of leisure.One of the secrets to longevity for the citizens of Gotham is pressing that damn curiosity.

"Oh, I understand, so do you mind if the police intervene?" The man put on a face, then turned cheerfully in the next second, and sat down next to him, "Trust me, Tim will be happy."

"Given that you proved what a brilliant decision his plan to build lost children's offices all over Gotham was."

God knows why Tim Drake really carried out this Gotham city construction plan, Dick thought in confusion, he originally thought it was just Tim Drake's words on Little D at the dinner table.

"... Grayson?" Damian turned his head suddenly, his eyes widened and he let out a voice of astonishment.

The beautiful young man grabbed him, hugged the stunned Damian into his arms, and rubbed his little brother's fried hair when he was not prepared.

"Look, I've got a little kid that's sneaking out."

"I think Bruce would be happy too, given that you got yourself where you were supposed to be after getting lost again."

"But I have to remind you, little D," the lake blue eyes were full of smiles, he tried his best to hold back his laughter, his shoulders trembled, "you are no longer a child."

Thoughtful Dickie bird wisely swallows "Although he looks the same", he doesn't want to fight right now.

Dick Grayson was very pleased with the photo, perfect composition and color.Most importantly, Little D and the huge "Lost Children's Office" display board behind him are perfectly captured.

"It's important to have self-knowledge," Dick cleared his throat and spoke solemnly.He unceremoniously used what Tim complained about him, and changed his target by the way.

"And, did you leave Dorothy alone at home?"

Dicky Bird babbled and almost overwhelmed the little brother he hadn't seen in a day with loving care.

Damian was extremely irritable in his heart. He avoided talking and choked instead: "But you also missed work, so we are even."

"I didn't miss work, do plainclothes know? I'm on official duty." Dick winked at Damian innocently, and he said vaguely, "It's just a routine search."

Damian stood up abruptly, and looked down at his elder brother who was sitting on the bench with his legs crossed: "You are right, a man has self-knowledge, mother bird."

Dicky Bird, who was slapped on the forehead with the same sentence by the two younger brothers, was stupefied, and he still hadn't retracted his hand that was playing with the balloon string.His delicate facial features are slightly deep, with soft lines, not as sharp as the little brother opposite.

——even though little Damian hadn't grown up to the age where Jason was sharp enough to almost stab a human eye.

Dick was at a loss: "...What do you mean?"

"I mean," Damian raised his jaw, "you should shut up, Mother Bird."

When the mother bird heard the words, she fell back exaggeratedly, covered her face, and spread out on the chair as if struck by lightning, conveying her inner sadness with exaggerated performances.

"I'm so sad, little D." He complained affectionately, accusing like a baby.

"You managed to disgust me," Damian folded his arms and snorted in disgust, "Or do you want to receive a greeting card on Mother's Day?"

"Besides," Damian said relentlessly, "can you laugh so stupidly?"

Before Dick could show his hurt and heartbroken expression, the sound of calling from a distance interrupted the reunion of the two brothers who had been in love for a long time.

"Stop talking, my colleague is calling me."

He jumped up, rubbed his little brother's head, hurriedly left a word, turned and ran away.

"You promise to go home by yourself, right? Little D." Dick didn't forget to ask.

On business in Gotham?Damian sneered.

Is Bludhaven wishful thinking about annexing Gotham?Don't be afraid of losing your teeth.

Damian continued to fiddle with the monitor sleepily.

However, if he was given another chance, Damian thought viciously, he would have to send Dorothy to the Lost Children Office before slipping away.

Swear by Grayson's cereal-soaked brain.

—or put a tag around her neck that says "If lost please contact Damian Wayne."

Little Dorothy, who was almost packed by the bear brother to the Lost Children Agency, is still forming a team to complete the dungeon, not knowing that she escaped a catastrophe.

She pounced on the little milk spider before she could react, put her hands on the edge of the table, turned over and stepped on the table.The legs of the table had been worn into a curved shape, and it took a while to stabilize after shaking, which made the little milk spider feel a little frightened.

The photo frame held the photo, and the protective glass on the outside had long since shattered, revealing that the photo was covered in dust and covered in large black stains.

Peter took a step forward and held onto the edge of the table with his hands. Even though Alice looked very powerful, such a small one made people feel uneasy at all.

Xiao Jiju, who clearly recognized that Alice was a little human girl, unconsciously began to think about nursing the child.

"Is this a family portrait of Zhang?"

As soon as Peter opened his mouth, he realized that he had asked a stupid question. He tapped his head and glanced ruefully at the words "Family Portrait" written on the edge of the picture frame.

Dorothy blew lightly, and the thin dust covering the family portrait was lifted up, and then drifted into the air.

"Little spider, what do you see?"

She suddenly made a sound, turned around and grabbed the photo and handed it under the little milk spider's nose.

"It's... a distorted black shadow." The little milk spider looked at it carefully for a moment, and said with some uncertainty.

Dorothy stopped and jumped down: "I think this is a normal photo, don't look at me like that, I mean the original. But now it is scratched by the black oil-based pen."

[Name: Unclear family portrait

Role: Unknown]

It was a brief passage, but somehow Dorothy felt it was important.

"I've definitely seen it." Dorothy wiped the hem of her cloak and put it in her pocket.

Then she turned to another topic.

"We have to speed up," she said seriously, waving her milky voice, "I have to get off work before Dad comes home."

"Dispel his idea of ​​looking for a stepmother." He still has to go out to do missions at night to earn money to raise Little Wings.

Sure enough, little Alice's parents are irresponsible, thought Peter Parker with deep sorrow.

But he still nodded in agreement: "Me too, I haven't paid my salary yet."

"Salary will be deducted for delay." He was a little anxious.

The bat cub for father and wages and the little milk spider for Aunt Mei and wages successfully form an alliance.

The two speeded up, quickly explored the second floor, and came to the site on the first floor.

There was a strange room in one room, which contained a bookcase and a broken clock, the hands were gone, and there was only an empty box under the dust.

Dorothy groped around and found nothing hidden.

The empty bookcase was also covered with dust, only a few books were dumped on the top shelf of the cabinet, and the little milk spider jumped up and took them down.

Dorothy leaned over to take a look, then turned her head and lost interest.[Broken Book] appears above.

The cover of the book was torn, and he opened the inside pages. There were illustrations inside, but they were already blurred.The words are densely smudged together, and nothing can be distinguished.With a light touch, the yellowed and fragile paper shattered into powder.

Little milk spider: ...

The little milk spider spoke, trying to make the atmosphere less awkward: "It's dense and brittle, and it's a good seed for printing Oxford dictionaries."

"What a metaphor," said Dorothy sincerely. "My brother will like you, he loves the figure of speech to death."

The brother in Dorothy's mouth refers to Damian.

Of course, the current little Dorothy is not clear about it. In fact, there is no one in her family, from the housekeeper grandfather to her father and brother, who is not good at it.Even in the future, she will be proficient in using this language method that doubles her attack power.

Oh, maybe Dicky Bird isn't that good at it, but that's okay, he's also the most immune.

"No, it was Mr. Boris who said it." The little milk spider shook its head like a rattle, and its drooping little pointed ears crackled on the hood. "That's what he said when he scolded me that time."

When he shook his head, it didn't look like a cat's ears on the top of his head, but like a puppy drooping down.Seeing that Dorothy wanted to reach out and touch it.

"He also said that my level of communication is as stable as ever," he added shyly, grabbing his downturned pointed ears, "Stability is at the bottom."

"Actually, I don't think it's that bad." Peter Parker looked at his new friend and whispered, "You don't think so?"

"It's okay, it's really easy to communicate when you're not crying." Dorothy looked up at the little milk spider and comforted her.

Little Milk Spider: I’ve said it all, I really don’t cry QAQ

Peter felt that he had to prove his strength.So he jumped up and stuffed the book back to its original position with an extremely fancy movement, full marks for ornamental and technical.Fully reflects the flexibility of the body.

Dorothy was a little apprehensive about whether he'd wince, but the next moment she cared nothing more—

As Peter turned around in the air, the agenda book issued by the "Daily Bugle" slipped out of his pocket, rolled around in the air, and fell to the floor with a "slap", just in front of Dorothy's feet.

Dorothy lowered her head subconsciously, and the flipped booklet was unfolded face up, revealing her name.

Dorothy glanced across the notebook and then slowly raised her head to stare at Peter Parker without saying a word.

The beautiful blue eyes narrowed.

As soon as Peter landed, he suddenly felt that the atmosphere was not right. He froze when he bent down to pick up his material record book.

Then he heard his teammate grinding his teeth from behind——

"Peter Parker. The Peter Parker of the Daily Bugle?"