[Zhongyingmei] The style of the game is wrong

The sweet smell of buttered popcorn permeated the air, and the source was the Wayne family who spread it randomly everywhere.

The sweetness followed them from the screening room to the lobby, and continued to emanate from them.It has become a walking yellow popcorn.

Especially after Damian poured a large bucket of popcorn on Dick's head, which marked the start of the popcorn war.

Family movie night is definitely a good way for the Wayne family to bond.Meaning, all the wars that were truce can be fought again after watching the movie.

This stems from an accident before watching the movie——

Dick manages to capture Damian and his long-suffering phone.

While struggling to install the mobile phone that had been dismantled into parts, he babbled: "Little D, how could you do that."

"You even took my phone?"

Damian shook the popcorn stuffed into his hood and cast an impatient glance at Grayson.

"If you are not strong enough, you are taken away from others. As a weak person, shouldn't you reflect on yourself? Grayson?"

Dick turned his head and looked at Tim in blank dismay: What happened to Damian today?Didn't he abandon the set of second-year remarks about the strong and the weak?

"Don't you know that almost everyone has a copy of the picture?" Dick groaned, his blue eyes fixed on his little brother accusingly.

Then Damian ignored him.

With Dick's long and slender fingers swaying non-stop and flexibly, the mobile phone was reassembled successfully.

"He knows, he's just venting his anger on you." Jason, who was reclining on the sofa, turned his head slightly.

"It's like..." Jason spread his legs and was about to kick on Dick's jeans. "Move your ass, Dicky."

"Hi, Little Wing," Dick jumped down holding the phone, dissatisfied, "You've already taken up the entire sofa."

Jason, who sank into the soft sofa, let out a satisfied sigh.

"No way, who made you easy to bully?" Plastic brotherhood has always come as expected.

Dick, who was bullied by Niaoshan, was determined to show the majesty of his eldest brother.Tim uttered a sound before he lunged at Winglet and tried to crush him with his weight.

Good boy Tim came over and patted him on the head, and asked in a low voice, "What gave you the illusion that you devil bastard is cute?"

"Yes, I was wrong." Dicky's soft black hair faded, and he looked sad, "I reflect and take back my words."

But he couldn't hold back and added:

"Probably because Damian was acting pretty well-behaved before—I mean compared to his other stages, hey, don't stare like a psychopath, Tebow!"

Dick raised his voice in dissatisfaction, in exchange for Tim's perfunctory response.

"But this is definitely not my illusion!" He put his finger on his chin, a little confused.

Jason took up the quarrel, and he snarled people as soon as he opened his mouth: "Parents always think that their children are the most well-behaved. This is generally called a mother filter."

"At least Damian learned how to be an older brother?" Dick was still trying to find an excuse for Little D, and he pointed in Dorothy's direction.

Dorothy, who thought she had finished talking with Bruce, was actually lying on the cushion watching cartoons while being led by Bruce.

Titus abandoned Damian and circled around little Dorothy—it probably also felt that the little master was annoying tonight—and squatted down with a flick of its tail.

She put her arms around Titus' neck.It is not fluffy and soft to the touch, but the fine and soft fur still makes Dorothy unable to stop pawing.

Titus was a black Great Dane, fierce but good-natured, and Dorothy never saw him barking.There are two extremes with the cute but aggressive little Damian.

What about the agreed pet with the owner?

Damian picked up the small ball played by Titus, weighed it in his hand, and threw it over: "Dorothy, get up."

"You took Titus' nest."

Dorothy rolled over to avoid the passing ball.

Damian didn't use much effort, the ball drew an arc and fell to the ground, hit the floor and only struggled to bounce before coming to an abrupt stop.

The black-haired and blue-eyed little angel looked dazed, her beautiful blue eyes were wide open, and she retorted angrily, "Dad did this?"

When did it become Titus' den?

Damian raised his haughty little chin at her: "Just now, after I said 'it is'."

"And Titus's is mine."

He turned over and lay down, arched Dorothy outward, and snatched the unopened potato chips from Dorothy's hand.

Dorothy was dumbfounded.

Jason, who had witnessed everything, turned to Dick with a playful tone: "Huh? A good brother?"

Dick wiped his face in embarrassment: ...

He smiled dryly: "Hehe... I'll export all the data files first and transfer them to the new phone."

There is nothing classified on this phone, and it is only used by Brudhaven cop Richard John Grayson.But the mobile phone that was brutally dismembered may hope to take a good rest.

"Little D must have exported all of them..."

Jason interrupted him bluntly: "But he will definitely not give it to you, unless you sign various treaties for land cession and compensation."

"I'm starting to miss Damian who's a little out of his mind."

Damian, who was eavesdropping, paused. When was his mind clear?

"Hearing it made my heart move," Tim stretched his body, his almost stiff joints clicked, he pretended to glance at Damian inadvertently, and put his hand to cover his lips.

Then he gestured with his lips: "Why don't we throw Damian into the other world for a while?"

Jason stood up: "Good idea."

"Hey," Bruce, who was left aside, put down the newspaper, put his hands together on his chin, "I'm still here!"

Damian frowned, what on earth were they talking about?

And deliberately avoided him.

Alfred has wiped down and repaired the old video camera.The camera looks like a bric-a-brac five or six years old, and I don't know where he found it from.

An upset Damian turned his head: "Alfred, I remember we didn't want to take black and white photos."

"A kind reminder that the courses of the Butler Academy need to keep pace with the times."

"Or, do you need a pair of reading glasses?"

As soon as Damian finished speaking, he regretted it, and his annoyance quickly overwhelmed him, but the boy's extraordinarily strong self-esteem today insisted, and he kept his mouth shut and refused to apologize.

It seems that there is a showdown game going on.

"Of course not, Master Damian, I haven't reached the age of being old and blind," Alfred was bending over to adjust the camera, and when he heard this, he stopped what he was doing and replied rather displeasedly: "Like if you can It’s extra lovely when it’s quiet for a while.”

"Perhaps you have to eat a piece of sugar sweet mouth." Dorothy, who was beside her, suggested sincerely.Speaking of candy, she hasn't eaten the candy after clearing the "Doll's House" instance.

Damian fell silent, he was particularly irritable today.

Everyone seemed to know something, only he was excluded.

—That little fool Dorothy doesn't count.

Bruce was talking to Dick: "Director Gordon said you couldn't get through, and he asked me to pass it on to you."

"British investigators have arrived and formalities are being processed."

Bruce turned his head slightly, looked at Dick, and said with a smile: "Besides, there is Sherlock Holmes and his assistant John Watson."

"You are responsible for the reception."

Sherlock Holmes, one of the best consulting detectives in the world, has brother Mycroft Holmes who is known as the British government.By the way, he's as good a talker as a detective.

Dick had spread out like a limp Alfred waffle and nearly slid off the couch, covering his face with a cry of despair, "No, my God."

Holmes was much more difficult to deal with than Damian, and Damian alone exhausted him physically and mentally.

Dorothy left Damian, who was snatching even a piece of cushion, and climbed onto the sofa: "Sherlock Holmes? Is he Superhero?"

Bruce answered her doubts and praised sincerely: "A consulting detective who has cracked many complicated cases is quite good."

"But he is not Chaoying."

Dorothy was not interested as soon as she heard that it wasn't a superhero, although she didn't know why Dickie looked so unlovable.

"Wait, I'll find you a reference," Jason understood Dorothy's doubts, and replied immediately, "Damian is no match for talking about it."

"Whoa," Dorothy blinked, "that's really cool."

The unit of measure, Damian, threw the ball at Jason, probably ten times harder than before throwing it lightly at Dorothy.

Jason dodged it with a tilt of his head, sneaking a provocative middle finger to Damian.

"Okay, ladies and gentlemen, maybe you haven't forgotten the purpose of being here." The butler stood in front of the camera and greeted them.

"Of course." The voices of responses continued one after another.

Bruce Wayne was surrounded by children, crowded and noisy.

"If everyone is so obedient." The butler sighed.

Usually I don't know if I listened or not, but now I pretend that I didn't hear it, but it's true.

Alfred pressed the button and quickly retreated among them.The agile skill of the old butler shows that he is still young and strong.

At the moment the flash light went on, Bruce quickly put his hands on the heads of the two children in front of him.

Dorothy made a funny face at the unhappy Damian, and Titus squatted obediently at Damian's feet facing the camera.

Jason and Tim looked at each other, and the two quickly raised their hands to give Bruce a pair of rabbit ears, the asymmetrical ones.

Dick alone made a heart shape with his arms up.

The only serious one is probably Alfred, but he also has a rare bright smile on his face.

With the sound of "click", time freezes at this moment.

Dorothy chirped: "I'm going to hang one for my room."

"It's hanging next to that painting. Ouch—" Dorothy's braid was pulled, and she turned to Damian angrily, "Little D?"

Damian withdrew his hand in satisfaction: "You can also celebrate Grayson getting rid of Mercury retrograde in advance."

"After all, if the negative is positive, Grayson may be able to get rid of that annoying luck."

Yes, the phone is the little policeman as Dick Grayson, but there are also his undeleted chat records and the like.

"The female neighbor you mentioned last time seems to have dumped you. By the way, where is your beautiful colleague from the police station? Let me think about it, your girlfriend in the past six months..."

Tim, who witnessed Damian's braid pulling, launched a precision strike: "I finally thought of a descriptor."

"You're like a ten-year-old trying to get attention, and you keep stealing the show for yourself."

At the same time, the handsome, charismatic, and attractive Dick turned over and restrained the little brother, exerting [-]% of his fighting power to pin him to the ground.

Jason clapped his hands secretly, shouting in his heart that he was well beaten.

Too bad it's too late——

"Cool," said Dorothy, who was lying on Bruce's lap, looked up at the lively brothers, and continued to write the fairy tales she made up and hummed nursery rhymes.

She stopped and smashed her mouth: "I will hand over ten in the future."

There was a sudden silence in the room.Dick turned his head so sharply that he nearly broke his neck.

"Well," Dorothy paused, her blue eyes full of confusion, "it seems like you don't agree."

"Be confident baby," Bruce said earnestly, touching Dorothy's little head, "get rid of the 'feeling'."