[Comprehensive English and American] Magical Girls in Gotham

Monopoly, which has been popular in the United States for many years, is a multiplayer strategy board game.

In this game whose creative intention is to expose the disadvantages of capitalism and prove that big capitalists must monopolize the market, and ordinary merchants will be defeated by big companies, Bruce Wayne, as a big capitalist, has a natural advantage.

As long as he allows himself to switch to the state of the big baby Bruce, he can conduct strategic negotiations calmly. As for how to distribute the house assets, he can even think of it with his toes.

As the head of the Wayne Group, he certainly understands the capital market better than anyone present.

But in fact, in this game, luck is more important than strategy, after all, it is a purebred American board game.

Facing Koto, who always rolls out the points he needs, Bruce fell into deep thought.

Dick, on the other hand, turned into a ruthless capitalist, encouraging Koto to hold the land firmly in his hands and not sell any piece of land he needed to Bruce.

The three rounds were full of victories, and the girl and the boy formed an unbreakable alliance early on, making the real capitalist Bruce the first player to go bankrupt.

Alfred, the impartial banker, gave him a pitiful smile.

Because he is still in the game, he cannot provide the same service as usual.

Bruce had to get up and go to the kitchen to boil hot milk. The first time he boiled milk for four people, he couldn't control the amount well. It took him twice to cook enough milk for four cups.

And when he took the mug off the hook, he discovered that Dick's usual mug was actually a Superman pattern!

Bruce stared at the Superman anniversary limited mug for a while, and suddenly felt that the mug with a strawberry cat pattern that clearly belonged to Kobato was much cuter.

Then he dug out the remaining brownies from the cupboard and dumped them all on a plate.

In the end, he added two more cubes of sugar to his glass of milk, and, as Alfred usually did, he put all the suppers on a tray and carried them out.

Bruce spent a little longer in the kitchen, and when he returned to the dining table, Koto and Dick had already played the ending, and they were clearing the table with Alfred.

"So who won in the end?"

Putting the tray with some spilled milk on the table, the first bankrupt player asked about the outcome of the game.

From Dick's dice luck and the situation before he left, he guessed it was Dick.

"It's Miss Kobato." Alfred replied calmly by wiping the milk on the tray and mug with a napkin.

Unsurprisingly.

Bruce smiled, and asked Alfred a few more details.

The details of the process are also as he expected.

Bruce took a sip of the sweetened milk happily, and reached for the brownie dish—it was empty.

If memory serves me, there were supposed to be five brownies in there.

He subconsciously looked at Dick.

He had a brownie in each of his left and right hands, and he stuffed the brownie in his left hand into his mouth and the brownie in his right hand into Dove's mouth.

Now he has no brownies on hand.

"This kind of puzzle strategy game is always a brain drain, isn't it?"

Alfred smiled lightly: "Perhaps you would like some cookies, sir?"

"Didn't they finish eating this afternoon?" Bruce was a little surprised.

"I baked some for dinner."

Alfred is always very thoughtful about everything.

"Mr. Bruce, don't you want to eat?"

But Bruce, who was waiting for Alfred to take the cookie, did not expect Koto to give him a brownie.

"……certainly."

Things that passed through other people's hands are worthy of vigilance, but he still took the brownie that Xiaojiu handed over.

Sticky like fudge, the rich and sweet chocolate taste melts in the mouth, and the brownies that Alfred is best at making are still so delicious.

Both chocolate and sugar have a pleasant and relaxing effect.

Maybe that's why he's relaxed and happy right now.

However, he still rejected another activity proposed by Kobato and Dick.

"We're going to tell ghost stories in the tent! Come on Bruce?"

Facing Dick's enthusiastic invitation, Bruce simply shook his head and said no.

Batman isn't shy of horror stories, and he's even part of the city's frightening lore.

But forget about telling ghost stories in a quilt tent with these two little ones.

He has done enough of this kind of thing today.

It would be a little wrong to continue.

"You can take a day off today, the two of you can play... Maybe you can add Alfred."

He stood up from the chair, took the cookie from Alfred's hand, turned and walked towards the secret passage of the Batcave without looking back.

Dick wasn't surprised that Bruce would say no, rather he would be shocked if he accepted.

Just as he was sure, Bruce showed an obvious smile before leaving.

"He seems in a good mood tonight?" Dick confirmed to Alfred and Kobato.

"Of course, it's rare to see the master so happy." Alfred replied calmly, and put another plate of cookies in front of the two of them.

"It seems that he likes Monopoly very much... Why is he leaving in such a hurry, I don't mind taking the game out of the box again, let's play another round, I promise not to target him this time."

Dick's tone was full of regret, after all, Bruce rarely leaked his emotions so clearly.

Most of the time he always hides his true feelings in his heart.

Like he always doesn't tell him most things, or what he's thinking.

"Maybe he's shy?" Xiaojiu said surprisingly.

Dick nearly choked on the milk.

The word shy goes with blues?There was an expression on his face as if he wanted to vomit.

Although it seems that it is not unacceptable if you think about it... No, it is still unacceptable.

"That's not sure,"

Alfred followed Xiaojiu's words, and he still didn't change his face when he faced Dick's shocked gaze: "But maybe we can use another way of saying that the master is not good at expressing."

That is much more acceptable.

Xiaojiu nodded: "Some of my friends are also like this, um, this side said that such a character is 'tsundere', I don't know how to say this word in English."

"Tsundere?" Dick repeated the somewhat awkward Japanese.

"It refers to a person who feels shy and embarrassed, and deliberately acts indifferent, strong and arrogant in order to conceal his true feelings. This party explained it to me in this way."

Kobato explained very seriously, but the expression on Dick's face became even weirder.

Applying this explanation to Batman really makes people feel sick to their stomachs.

"Ah, speaking of this! This party also said that Tsundere is like a cat!"

Xiaojiu clenched her right fist and tapped the palm of her left hand: "Treat them gently and frankly, but don't stop them if they want to run away."

"But you can't use one word to describe a person, it's just a reference, right?" Xiaojiu looked at Dick.

"You're right," Dick nodded his head with a toothache: "But, can we start ghost story time now?"

He didn't want to continue the subject.

Sometimes Xiaojiu says something really scary...

Alfred smiled and watched Dick change the subject in a few words, and ran upstairs with Xiaojiu.

Young master Dick is much better at expressing than the master.

Miss Xiaojiu was even better at expressing than any of them present.

Although sometimes—like just now, she will say some distressing and helpless words, but this does not affect her cuteness.

Being able to express your feelings candidly—the positive side—is much more difficult than expressing your negative emotions.

People are often more able to vent their sorrow and pain, but they cannot express their gratitude and love to their family and friends frankly.

And Master Bruce lacked both.

He can't confide his inner depression to others, nor can he express his love for his family, even if he is tired enough, he really loves them.

But for the time being, it seemed that his master was likely to be infected by these two frank and happy birds.

Well, maybe he has a bit of it himself.

Alfred smiled and put Dick's Superman-limited mug and Kobato's strawberry cat mug into the tray, and then took a leisurely sip of the cooled milk in his glass.

Sure enough, cold milk tastes more refreshing in summer, which reminded him of the comfort of drinking cold beer during military leave.

In the summer, of course, we should tell ghost stories together under the quilt—this is the consensus of Dick and Xiaojiu, who clearly come from two countries.

turn off the lights.

close the door.

Pulling off the quilt from the bed, they sat on the floor together, propping up the thin quilt with their heads to make it into the shape of a tent.

Then in the darkness, turn on the flashlight as the only light source.

Ghost Story Time!

"Ahem," Dick held the flashlight under his chin, and started to set the mood with a cough: "That story happened on a summer night..."

"A pair of brothers came to an abandoned villa in the suburbs for an adventure..."

He lowered his voice very low, this little trick really has the effect of heightening the horror atmosphere, but his facial features are too handsome, even under the bottom-up light of the flashlight, it is difficult for people to think of words like horror.

On the contrary, Qili's eyes, which were like strange colored gemstones, looked a little strange in this dim environment.

Xiaojiu listened intently.

"Everything was normal at first, but when they walked to the hall, the door suddenly closed..."

Although there was no fear on Xiaojiu's face, Dick still had a good time speaking because she listened attentively.

"...they huddled in the corner of the bedroom and couldn't help covering their ears,"

Dick made a fuzzy gesture of covering Xiaojiu's ears: "Even so, they still heard the approaching footsteps of the hellhound, as well as panting..."

"I'm done." He smiled and handed the flashlight to Xiaojiu who was listening intently.

"Huh... well, good! Then it's up to me!"

Xiaojiu took a long breath, held the flashlight, and began to search for ghost stories in his mind: "Let me think about it!"

"Yes!" Xiaobao decided to tell Dick some classic Japanese ghost stories, so that he could appreciate the charm of Japanese ghost stories.

"Once upon a time, there was a man who commuted by bus every day. One night, he fell asleep on the bus when he took the last bus back after overtime work. When he woke up, he found himself on a platform he had never seen before. , the driver of the car is also missing..."

Dick listened attentively, and he felt that the ghost stories Xiaojiu told were of a type he had never heard before.

"...He wondered why the driver who was willing to pick him up didn't want to pick up the girl on the side of the road. The driver said, look carefully at her hand..."

Dick gradually became uneasy, and when the raccoon's furry tail flicked to his calf, cold sweat broke out on his back.

"...then he saw the driver clapping his hands like that."

"How?" Xiaojiu blinked at Dick.

"It's really good." Dick forced a smile. For some reason, he felt that the ghost stories told by Xiaojiu were full of pictures.

But how could he be so scared?Dick felt that it must be because he hadn't been exposed to Japanese ghost stories, and he would not be afraid after hearing a few more.

"Tell me another one. I think you are very special." The best way to overcome fear is to overcome fear. Dick handed the flashlight to Xiaojiu again.

"Okay, you seem to like it very much, so happy." Xiaojiu continued happily: "Then the next story is about a female high school student who lives in the dormitory of the school..."

As Dick wished, after listening to Kobato tell four or five Japanese ghost stories, he gradually got used to this kind of story mode, and without any fear at all, he made up a story combining the two for Kobato.

The two told ghost stories, one by one, until Alfred knocked on the door to urge them to sleep, and it was still unfinished.

Dick wouldn't admit that he shuddered when Alfred knocked on the door, and the plot of some ghost story flashed through his mind.

But he didn't expect that this was just the beginning.

After returning to his room, taking a shower and lying in bed, Dick didn't fall asleep as quickly as usual.

He can't sleep.

He suddenly felt as if he was not alone in the room.

He felt someone under the bed, beside the bed, and on the ceiling.

After lying down for an hour with his eyes closed, Dick quietly got up from the bed.

Two minutes later, in the bedroom at the other end, Bruce, who had just fallen asleep, almost jumped out of bed.

"Dick?" Bruce looked at his adopted son in surprise.

When Dick was first adopted, he would occasionally come to his room to sleep with him because of nightmares, but he didn't do it again after he gradually came out of the shadows.

"...Um, summer vacation list?" Di pulled the quilt and replied dryly: "Maybe you want to hear some stories?"