[Comprehensive British and American] Write Lei Wen in the name of Super Reverse

When Damian woke up, he immediately remembered what happened last night.

Facing the mirror, he saw that he was still wearing the ugly vest and overalls in his dream.

He judged it was not a dream.

Suddenly, he was furious.

He changed his clothes and announced solemnly at the dining table, "I'm going to make that guy Jason pay."

"Can't you just forget about last night as a nightmare?" Dick lamented.

His mobile phone has been overwhelmed with countless calls and messages.

Not storming Wayne Mansion directly was the last dignity left by his ex-girlfriends--or Bruce.

So he turned off his phone in a panic and decided to flee back to Bludhaven after dinner.

"No!" Damian protested, waving his hands. "How could we let it go so easily? It's a shame, it's, it's…"

"It's a farce." Tim interrupted him, still staring at the phone, "It has nothing to do with Jason, it's like what the Joker and Luthor went through."

"We're not clowns and Luthers," Damian wrinkled his nose, "we don't deserve to be treated like that, huddled together to eat in exaggerated clothes, affectionately..."

"This reminds me," Alfred said briskly as he brought him breakfast, "Maybe the violin music and the round table really benefited you a lot?"

Because of his words, they comprehensively recalled what happened last night, and they slammed their foreheads against the table at the same time, lamenting.

Baguoxia woke up, and the sun was already shining outside the window.

Feeling that he had never slept so well, he sat up and stretched.

Suddenly, he thought of what happened last night, and hurriedly ran from the bed to the stairs barefoot: "Connor! Carl..."

He stopped at the foot of the stairs and saw Carl sitting at the downstairs table, eating a thick chicken sandwich.

"Come down to eat." Jason flipped through the newspaper and said without looking up.

"Why aren't you wearing slippers?" Connor asked him.

Baguoxia went downstairs and said, "I thought today's breakfast was bacon and eggs."

Connor told him, "Here's lunch."

After Baguoxia sat down, Carl awkwardly pushed him a well-packed box under the serious stares of the other two.

"A gift for you, to express my apologies." He said shyly, "I went to the city to buy it early in the morning."

Baguoxia unpacked the package, opened the box, and saw a digital camera inside.

Carl scratched his cheek: "Connor said you wanted to take a group photo."

Baguoxia was so happy that she stopped eating the sandwich and took several pictures in succession with the camera.

The three people gathered around to look at the photos, and the first feeling was that they were struck by lightning.

"Who's this?" Jason asked.

"Connor," Carl said uncertainly, "he's wearing a black t-shirt."

"You guys are wearing my black t-shirt too." Connor refused to admit that it was him.

It's like a Gaussian blur, and I can't wait for people to reach in and wipe the picture clean.

In the second photo, Carl's head is completely covered by the sandwich, as if the sandwich was his head.

Jason tilted his body on one side, with a very ghostly expression, somewhere between rolling his eyes and twitching his mouth.

"Look, this is you two." Connor reminded friendlyly.

After all, he was just blurred.

In the third photo, the three of them looked at the camera.

I just don't know why, but the picture is extremely pale.

Coupled with their weird smiles.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like three dead ghosts sitting in the mourning hall.

The fourth shot was very lively.

There were obviously three people, but they managed to count six heads and fifteen legs from the white blur.

There was also a slender black figure appearing behind them.

Looking closely, it seems to be grinning.

The three fell silent for a moment.

"Don't send the camera next time," Jason said calmly, reaching out to delete the photo, "Just send him a box of bubblegum."

Baguoxia honestly ate his sandwich and asked Jason, "What are you researching?"

Jason replied seriously: "The position of mayor of Gotham City is vacant.

"I can't stand by and watch Penguin take it.

"Carl says the Penguin has a criminal genius named 'Moriarty' as his sidekick.

"Batman doesn't know what he's doing.

"So, we're going to campaign."

Baguoxia choked, took the orange juice that Connor handed over, and drank "House of Cards" and "Game of Thrones" in his mind.

——I always feel that there is a style of painting that is wrong.

"Us?" he gasped, amazed that he had the opportunity to touch the political arena of Mi Lijian.

"Yes, me, Carl, Connor and you." Jason said, "We must find a way to help reliable people get the position of mayor."

Baguoxia asked: "Who is Penguin's opponent?"

"Harvey Dent." Jason frowned, looking at the information on the table, "I'm investigating his background, if he's not reliable, we can do it ourselves."

Fittingly, there was a thunderclap outside the window, a flash of lightning, and then a downpour of rain.

A black shadow was printed on the window, and it beat on the window in the violent storm, howling for unknown reasons.

Combined with the photos taken by Baguoxia just now, Jason immediately drew out his gun, and Connor also clenched his fists, ready to fight.

Damian successfully broke into the villa.

To be precise, Damian brutally chopped off the heads of Peashooter, Wogua, Tallnut, and countless zombies.

He even nailed Sadako back into her TV with a long knife.

His determination to seek revenge was so strong that when he appeared outside the window against the pouring rain, he cursed and smashed the glass with his fists many times, lying on the window sill, only his head was exposed to look into the room.

This scene is very similar to "Attack on Titan".

Not long after, Damian was already sitting on the sofa wet, wiping his hair with a towel.

"Today's forecast clearly says there will be no rain," he complained.

"This is a local area." Connor explained to him.

Jason didn't speak, expecting Damian to eat the brainwashing bag.

Baguoxia first extended an olive branch to Damian: "Hello, my name is Baguoxia, and I am a writer. How about you?"

Damian said sharply, "I heard about you from Batman, a frail fag who liked to tap."

"Damian!" Jason yelled.

"What? Did I say something wrong?" Damian asked angrily, "Or do you hate the title gay?"

"I'm sure that's not what Batman said." Jason glared at him.

"I don't have much feeling for the term 'gay guy'. After all, I just discovered this fact not long ago. I didn't expect Batman to see my sexuality before me." Baguoxia shrugged and sighed, "My God, he must be here Super experienced."

Damian blushed and retorted, "Batman is inexperienced!"

Baguoxia continued: "The main thing is that typing on the keyboard is a general concept. Programmers also like to type on the keyboard, but I am a writer, and it is easy to get confused if I don't make it clear."

"Really?" Damian said contemptuously, "I have read all the famous books in the world when I was eight years old, why haven't I read your masterpiece?"

Listening to Damian's tone, Connor clenched his fists tightly.

In the next second, the two of them were about to fight each other.

Bei Guoxia exclaimed: "Eight years old? Really?"

"Of course," Damian was stimulated by his tone, folded his arms, and proudly showed off his achievements, "I can drive at the age of eight, have a Ph. Five doctoral dissertations, I have held art exhibitions, and the level of chess has reached the top in the world."

Bei Guoxia nodded again and again, recalling the first book he wrote with great nostalgia:

"The Ruthless Revenge of the Rich and Ruthless Prince".

The protagonist in it is a ten-year-old killer.

An old and miserable child with red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple hair by nature, was framed by his vicious sister since childhood, and kicked out of the house by his father.

After leaving that so-called home, he even joined the killer organization at the age of three, and established the frightening "Blood Demon Society" at the age of seven.

"The way you look at me is disgusting." Damian glared at him.

Bei Guoxia couldn't control her smile: "I'm sorry, I just thought of a child who has two more doctorate degrees than you."

"Impossible, no one is stronger than me at this age." Damian asked, "Who is he?"

"Yeming Blood Owl Phantom Highway En." Baguoxia replied sincerely.

Damian scowled, determined to surpass this man: "What has he done?"

"That's a long story," said Baguocha.

It's not trying to be mysterious, it's just that he couldn't remember the specific storyline at that time.

"Hmph, let's listen slowly when I have time." Damian said angrily.

Bei Guoxia decided to combine Ye Ming's story, her own memories and the weather outside the window to give Damian a nickname.

Aotian, Batian, Ritian.

Have it.

Just call him "Da Yuxun".

They all agree that Damian is a hard kid to please.

Carl asked, "It's cold, would you like a cup of hot chocolate?"

Damian: "Who do you think I am? A kid?"

Connor asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

Damian: "Don't think I came in to share this pile of crap with you."

Jason asked bluntly, "When are you leaving?"

Damian: "I can come and leave whenever I want, it has nothing to do with you."

Bei Guoxia: "We have no other intentions, just want to ask, when do you plan to go to the construction site?"

Damian: "Why should I go to the construction site?"

Of course it's because you're too good at raising arguments, Yu Xun.Bagel Xia thought.

But the filter of "Ye Ming" is too deep.

As a result, Bei Guoxia always felt that a martial arts master nicknamed "Ghost King" would rush in to propose marriage in the next second.

"I fell in love with him when he was still a fertilized egg." The imaginary ghost king said domineeringly, "I am willing to wait for him to grow up."

"Pfft—" Baguoxia shook her shoulders and lowered her head.

Sin ah.

There was a rustling sound behind the sofa.

"What's the sound?" Damian nimbly drew out the only remaining knife.

Bei Guoxia covered her mouth with both hands, holding back her laughter to the point of convulsions, and didn't even bother to talk to her.

Connor replied impatiently instead: "It's our pet."

"Oh," Damian's facial expression softened, "I also raise small animals. What do you raise?"

The broken-hand walker appeared, and Damian jumped up, jumped onto the sofa, and held the long knife horizontally in front of him.

"This is our pet?" Connor asked a little proudly, "You don't have it this time, do you?"

"I wouldn't raise such an abnormal thing, pervert!"

The severed hand curled its fingers on the carpet.

"Hey," Jason told him, "you hurt its feelings."

"Nonsense, it doesn't even have a brain, how can it have feelings?" Damian retorted.

"Without a brain, it can do and understand everything. How can you say it has no feelings?"

This reason seemed to convince Damian.

He jumped off the sofa, squatted down, and looked suspiciously at his hands on the carpet.

After 5 minutes, he played with the severed hand and even tolerated it showing various nail polishes and gloves.

But he still refused to put on a good face to others.

Later, Dick texted Tim with concern:

The last time Damian went to see Jason, there was nothing unpleasant between them, right?

Tim replies: No, they cured that demon bastard with just one hand.

And Damian asked Batman: "Did you see a severed hand in there?"

Batman recalled the terrible scene: "I saw it."

"I want to have one too."

"……no."

"I think there must be another one in the world, paired with it."

"No."

"They said, if I wanted to, I could invite him to play in the house."

"Ah Fu won't agree."

"He agreed."

"..."

Unexpectedly, the broken hand was the first one of them to be invited to the Batcave.