After the whitewashing of Chaoying, they were reborn [Comprehensive Yingmei]

...then they encountered a third time.

the fourth time.

the fifth time.

the sixth time

The seventh time, after Sasha teleported to the coordinates of the incident, he saw the fluttering red cloak at a glance.

... Not much nonsense, after fighting the monster, he pushed the passerby who shook him to the ground and beat him up violently.

The passer-by was beaten and yelled: "Cold gunman! Why are you hitting me cold gunman! I am a victim!!"

Sasha grabbed his collar and gritted his teeth: "Tell me the truth, did you call him at the same time as me?"

Passer-by: "But but... this is normal! Everyone does it like this. Haven't you read the recent popular Shaking Strategy on the Internet?"

Sasha stared at his cell phone, it was really there.

"..."How to Aging Gracefully in This Era of Simple Folk Customs"...The first step, set the following three mysterious numbers '3' as shortcut call keys; the second step, when in danger, open your mouth and call 'Superman'; The third step is to press your shortcut call button at the same time (note: this is a paid item); the fourth step is to turn on the live broadcast function and wait quietly for one of them to appear."

Seeing that Sasha was too angry to speak, passers-by carefully stroked his back and smoothed his hair:

"Yes, yes, I also think it's a bit of a waste of resources... But to be honest, the other superheroes are patrolling and solving incidents, and only you two can accept the call, so everyone must call you. And, you change places Think about it, sometimes calling Superman may not be useful, because he is solving a more serious crisis; sometimes you will not answer your number, because your paging station is not open 24 hours a day, right? "

"When life is at stake, if you call both of you at the same time, the chances of being rescued will be higher? Everyone is afraid of death, isn't it?"

Another passer-by, Le Diandian, ran over and gave him a bad idea:

"Then why don't you two get to know each other today? In the future, whoever goes to which field should be discussed and discussed in advance, so as not to keep bumping into each other—ah——"

Le Dian Dian Passerby was also beaten up by Sasha.

"Damn, that's the character of the Yellow Man. He has a little temper, but it's okay."

There was no one around to save Le Diandian, they were all happily watching him beat someone up, and some of Sasha's acquaintances even turned to Amway, a new passer-by, "But in fact, his strength and service attitude are quite good, and It’s worth $100. I’ve also heard that recently, a post-traumatic psychological healing service has been added to the charging items. What is Yilong Chaoying? This is called Yilong Chaoying.”

"Then how do I use this healing service?"

"Just follow my example."

Sasha felt his stomach sink and looked down.

Someone was putting his head on his stomach, taking a deep breath intoxicated.

Sasha cursed: "I'm stupid!!! Are you a pervert!!"

He kicked people far away when he lifted his foot.

"That's it," the passer-by got up in disgrace, and continued to give others Amway conscientiously. "According to the analysis on the Internet, the yellow man has a very special fragrance. After smelling it, it has a calming and pleasant effect. After experiencing a terrible disaster After the incident, smoking him will keep you happy for three days, which is actually very helpful for people's mental health."

"But you were beaten."

"Although I was beaten, at this moment, my heart is still full of happiness."

The passers-by around Sasha suddenly started to move.

Sasha instantly became vigilant, and Mosaic's head was also shaking: "What are you doing? What are you doing???"

Clark is still picking up the pieces.

As soon as he looked up, he saw the little golden retriever he loved so much that he was hugged and sucked so easily by others, and his heart suddenly twisted into a twisted ball with discomfort.

With his super speed, he can pick up Sasha in a few milliseconds and fly away, flying high and far away, hiding in the cloak all the time, from fingers to toes, just not allowing others to see this unconsciously glowing people.

But when his eyes fell on the shackles of his wrist bones, his hot thoughts were like pouring a basin of ice water, and with a "whee--", it was extinguished.

...Why should he?

Why should a person who is carrying a cross hide treasures belonging to the whole world?

Clark lowered his head and slowly lifted the collapsed pillar up, welding it with heat vision.

Sasha's clothes were almost torn off by the enthusiastic crowd. Looking back, the man was still welding the pillars, as if he didn't care at all.

...It doesn't matter, right?

He started to get angry for no reason.

System: [Do you use the [Shadow Clone] card, dog host? 】

Sasha gritted her teeth and smiled: [Damn, use a fart.How about hugging twice, without losing a piece of meat. 】

He simply put away his precious baby, and stood in the middle of the crowd, hugging them with his arms crossed.

There was a young hot girl who saw his mosaic head tilted up, and his posture looked arrogant and funny, so she sneaked through the mosaic to touch the inside, and actually touched the tender and tender face.

Standing on tiptoe, she kissed him secretly.

Sasha: "Ugh!"

Almost being kissed on the mouth, the little golden retriever tilted his head, so dangerous.

The little girl announced loudly: "I kissed my mouth! It's so soft!"

There was a bang over there.

The one who was welding the pillar was crooked, and the pillar fell on his head.

Sasha was in a hurry: "You...you..."

He wanted to say that you didn't kiss me!But he didn't know why he was in a hurry. Seeing a wave of zombie passers-by touching his face curiously, Sasha said loudly, "Go away!"

Dumped [Spot Teleportation] and left.

I remembered it when I went back to school.

Grass, and forgot to collect money.

This shit bothered him for days, and he didn't even want to turn on the 29-1 paging station.But when it was really closed, it seemed like something was falling in my heart, and I couldn't let it go.

Originally, this paging station was opened by him when he had just come back from rebirth and worked for himself to earn living expenses. It stands to reason that now that his mother's research career is supported by Tony, he usually does not spend much. In fact, two or three times a week is enough.

Somehow, the business spread, and his paging station suddenly became a calling number with a frequency directly following 911.

Scrolling through Twitter, the hashtag "#oldangryman" appeared at the bottom, and it was all about how to effectively appease a 29-1 who was losing his temper.

The discussion style is extremely idiotic, ranging from pg13 to pg25, the more you look at it, the more angry Sasha's eyes turn black.

When you see the next door, it’s next to “#好块达羊人”, click in and have a look, the style of painting in the label is sunny and sunny, the little spiders are swaying around with the spider webs, and the passers-by are clapping happily.

... So why on earth did the passers-by he save have that style of painting? ? ?

Sasha couldn't figure it out, so he lay down on the bed, thinking of the back of the dirty dog ​​who knew how to weld the pillars - he didn't know who it was dirty for! ——Turning over, thinking about Clark's blackened right hand again.

He heard it from Batman, saying that Superman took away the remaining Infinity Gems from Thanos' hands. buried with his host.

Obviously, that right hand was blown up like that at that time.

The part above the right hand is tightly wrapped by the blue uniform.

I don't know if there are other injuries on the body.

But it was strange, he remembered that Superman had a super self-healing ability, as long as he was exposed to the sun, he could recover after eating a nuclear bomb.

...Then what does his hand mean?

In fact, this matter is also very simple, just let the dog system scan it.But Sasha sneaked around the healing card in his backpack for a while, then slapped himself pia again.

I still can't give up, and I still have to rush to give people treatment!

Moreover, and he didn't say yes!

If you really said yes, then you can throw the card in a noble and glamorous manner, and say lightly: Heh, return it to you, and the past and the past will be completely cleared up in the future, and we will be strangers from now on...

Sasha held his card in his hands, and the system was speechless: [Dog host, next time you see him, just run away.If this continues, the face is swollen. 】

Sasha: [You control me! 】

System: [The old angry man is old angry. 】

Sasha: [You are not allowed to call me Xia! 】

On Friday, Steve came to pick him up from the dormitory and helped him pack the laundry he brought home.

Peter was changing his uniform in Sasha's dormitory, while whispering in his ear:

"Sasha, Sasha, you said you would come to my house to play. I told Aunt May and Uncle Ben that you might come this week. Maybe Aunt May has baked all the pancakes by now... I still have a big I didn't bring the pile of letters here to show you, and I really really really want to..."

Steve was beside him, smiling lightly and shaking his head: "This is a bit cunning, Peter."

He squatted on the ground, turned his eyes, and looked at Sasha on the bed with a smile, "Well, how about you both come to my house? I only have this weekend to rest. Soon, the commando team will go abroad again. "

With Captain America's shield on his shoulders, he can't see the little golden retriever swaying with a pancake every day at the door of his house.

Steve looked at that little face, always feeling like he cherished it, and couldn't get enough of it.

Sasha rolled his eyes, but before he opened his mouth to respond, the phone rang.

It was Pepper calling.

The last time she led Tony around Sasha's house, although she didn't meet him, the connection between them gradually became closer.

There was a smile in Pepper's voice: "Sasha, do you want to come to Stark Tower for the weekend? I think the boss has been hiding a surprise for you, God, I just discovered it by accident yesterday-hey, while going to Tony, don't Pick up my phone."

Peter's head was close, and he heard it, and was anxious: "Then where are you going to spend the weekend, Sasha?"

The two people in front of the bed were eagerly waiting for his answer.

Sasha inexplicably had the illusion of a boss hammering a hammer, so he got up from the bed, proudly puffed out his chest and announced:

"Then of course I'm—"

The system has the same idea as him, so it knows what he wants to do, so he simply uses the card and says:

[Activate [fixed-point transmission], coordinates: (40.473055N, 74.004531W). 】

Sasha: "—I'm going to the big brother's house for dinner!! Huh."

Jason: "Put it on."

Tim: "OK."

The two grabbed the side of the sack and lifted it above his head at the same time.

With a sound of "chi", the sack was sealed.

Sasha: "...Huh?"

The two squatted at Sasha's fixed teleportation point for a long time, and now they put them in sacks, lifted them up one by one, and carried them to the sofa on the second floor.

Sasha: "...Huh?!?!"

Jason pressed his kicking feet in the sack, his voice was fierce, but with a smile in his eyes, he began to interrogate him seriously:

"Tell me the truth, the person who comes to the refrigerator every night to steal ice cream, isn't it you?"

Sasha protested loudly in the sack: "You fart! Refuse to enforce the law without a license! Until my lawyer comes, I have the right to remain silent!"

Tim said coldly on the side: "I'm sorry, our family has been law enforcement without a license all year round, and your lawyer will never come in this lifetime."

He endured and endured, but he still couldn't hold back, and went to poke the man in the sack until his belly rolled up:

"It's fine if you eat his ice cream, why do you secretly grind my coffee beans? Don't drink it after grinding, it will be oxidized by the time I come back from night patrol! Is the grinder so fun??"

Dick Grayson was walking to the garage with his motorcycle helmet on, calling Sasha.

The phone got through.

The bell actually came from upstairs.

He stopped immediately, and went upstairs in three steps at a time.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw two younger brothers bullying a sack again. He was so helpless that he went up to rescue him:

"Okay, come on. Bruce will be back later."

The mouth of the sack was untied, and a golden-haired head popped out of it.

Hearing Bruce's name, he grinned and turned his head around stupidly, trying to find someone.

He was slapped by Jason's pillow again, and the dog hair flew around.

Sasha yelled: "I'm stupid!!"

Dick was both amused and distressed.

To be honest, since we met each other, every time he sees Sasha come to play at Wayne Manor, he will have a strong illusion of a dog sneaking into the cat's litter...

But the dog is a milky golden retriever, and the cats are all big black cats. If you just move your claws and pull it, the golden retriever will immediately turn its belly upside down.

He stretched out his hand to scratch the beaten chin, and asked with a smile, "Where's your little magic? I know, a sack can't trap you."

Sasha: "Damn, they are all used in wartime. It's not worth using those to play with the big brother's cubs."

Unlike Tony, Batman's choice is that, even within the family, he has decided to keep his purpose a secret forever.

There is so much in this home that was once beyond reach.

It was too late for Dick to recover his memory. In the year Superman left the earth, he was on a night watch and accidentally remembered everything before the restart.

Not only did he think of the Injustice, he thought of Sasha, of course he thought of Tim's parents, and -- Jason's death.

In this timeline, the former criminal emperor of Gotham has been turned into a mediocre mortal by the god of the world.

Jason was brought into Wayne Manor in advance, received the best education and training, and became the second-generation Robin of the Bat Family again;

Tim still relied on his own IQ to deduce that Bruce Wayne was Batman, and he took the initiative to come to the door to ask Ying to protect Gotham.

The difference is that this time, Tim's parents were protected by Batman in advance from being killed during his training.

As a great fighter, but very clumsy father, Bruce has actually tried his best to be the best.

But he is an unjust bat who has seen both timelines and wars.

Can sometimes be too cold and demanding for unsuspecting family members.

It can be seen from the fact that the Bat Family only dared to arrive half an hour early for the meeting, and there was never laughter in the Batcave.

That's why, when they found out that Bruce had brought back a little golden retriever that looked like a trumpet, the other members of the Bat family seemed so curious.

...God is my witness!Since that night, the arc of the bat's mouth has not disappeared!

Even when you beat up the penguin!

The poor little penguin was forced to suffer both psychological and physical injuries, and was thrown into Arkham while having nightmares.

"he's mine……"

Batman thought for a moment, looking at the eager eyes of the crowd.

"...an old friend."

He finally said.

The dark bat family turned their heads collectively to look at the blond boy sitting on the bat seat.

The teenager was wearing a sports sweater and sneakers, his beautiful blond hair was tied in a lock behind his head, and he was dangling his legs on the seat.Seeing that everyone was looking at him, he grinned at them.

With a smile, two small dimples came out, and her face looked super soft.

Barbara couldn't help it: "...who is older, he or Tim?"

Ye Yi replied: "In terms of biological age, Sasha is just one year older than Tibao."

Everyone subtly: "Oh..."

He stared at the little golden retriever again.

See what Batman means...

He actually regarded Sasha as his peer?

Ye Yi had already gotten used to it anyway.

But the second and third generations of Robin are really awkward.

Especially when Sasha called Batman Brother Batman, the good baby Tim shook his hand holding the coffee cup...

Tim whispered to Dick, "Dickie, so what am I going to call him?"

Dick likes to tease his brothers: "How is Uncle?"

Tim looked at Sasha, whose face was as tender as his own, and his pupils began to tremble violently: "..."

...I can't cry out.

But out of awe of his mentor, he couldn't really treat Sasha as a peer. He really didn't know how to deal with it, so he had to run around the manor to avoid people.

Jason's reaction was the complete opposite.

He is a crime alley kid who has seen the cruelest and worst side of Gotham. The first time he saw Sasha, he smelled the same kind of breath——

Traces of struggling to survive in the mud.

Bruce Wayne, who was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, will not have this kind of trace. Dick Grayson, who had harmonious parents in his childhood, will not have it. Tim Drake, who has two families now, will not have it. .

No one knows better than him that even if he is accepted by a new family and puts on a new suit and leather shoes, the quagmire of fate will never disappear in his heart.

This sense of common destiny made Jason less aware of his generation.

When Sasha came to visit the door for the second time, his most familiar Nightwing and Batman were not there, so he opened the door and poked his head to see who was willing to play with him.

Jason happened to be recuperating at the manor and didn't participate in the night patrol.

Throwing a game controller over: "Come on?"

Sasha cheered up: "Come on!"

Originally, Jason just had the mentality of playing with the children.

This kid is good at smoking and drinking.At that time, Sasha was being strictly restricted by Bruce to limit his nicotine intake. When he saw a cigarette case in Jason's butt pocket, he followed behind and secretly took it out.

Jason also pretended not to see it, so he went.

The game was only released last year, and Sasha was still not familiar with the operation, so he pushed the handle indiscriminately.

The first team to form a team lost a crushing defeat.Jason took the cigarette out of his mouth and commented mercilessly: "Dish."

A few more losses, Jason: "It's too bad."

If he loses again, Jason is annoyed: "It's really good. I won't form a team with you."

...and then when Sasha got his hands on it, he was copied by this guy 12 times in a row and then got a headshot.

Basically, as soon as Sasha starts sniping, it's game over.

Sasha raised her feet, and her feet were still shaking: "Todd~~How is it, Todd~~~ I won again~~~ Post your thoughts, Todd? Todd? Do you want to return food? Tao De? Why don’t you talk? Todd~~~”

The dark-haired young man stared at the screen with a dark face and an unextinguished cigarette in his mouth, without saying a word.

Sasha put his face under his nose: "Talk to me? Todd~~~What do you think? Why do you ignore people when you lose? Todd~~~Do you want to team up with me? Ang? "

Jason pulled the handle cord, got up and left.

Bat's second baby is so hidden and coquettish, but the little golden retriever who is naturally Erha really likes it.

Sasha grabbed his trouser legs, his eyes were serious:

"Wait, you dropped something."

Jason looked down: "What's missing?"

Sasha: "12 heads lost~~~gahagahahaha——"

Before the quack was over, he was pushed to the ground by Jason and beat him up violently.

When Batman and Nightwing came back, they found that the most rebellious second-generation Robin in their family, and the little golden retriever who could tear apart the house, suddenly became a pair of Tom and Jerry.

From adding salt and pepper to each other's drinks, to deleting each other's game saves, to eating each other's cookies and ice cream, to sneaking into each other's room in the middle of the night and super-gluing condoms to each other's faces-the plan is Neither had been successful, as neither of them were people who could easily fall into deep sleep.

Sasha came to Wayne Manor to spend the night, and when he entered Jason's room with a condom for the first time, he was beaten on the ground by the other party;

The second time, Jason wanted to repay the other person in the same way as the other person, so he sneaked into his room, and Sasha, who woke up instantly, stood by and waited.

So the frightened Jason pushed Sasha to the ground and beat him again.

Sasha received two beatings, and the means of confrontation became increasingly fierce, even Tim, who was silently watching the battle, was affected.

One day, while watching the two of them pinching wildly, Tim silently complained about his second brother and his—uncle...? —— After taking a sip of coffee, Red Robin rushed to the toilet and vomited upside down.

Tim: "...someone added half a catty of chili for me."

Jason: "He. I know what cup you use, it's impossible to add the wrong person."

...So that night, Tim picked up the sack and came back.

Sasha's lower body was still in the sack, and he jumped up and hit Jason on the head.

Dick got stuck in the middle of these people, his palms and backs were full of flesh, and there was something wrong with protecting anyone, so he had to lie in the middle, letting his fists and pillows fall on him.

During the fight, there was a very slight sound of vehicles sliding downstairs.

Sasha popped out of the sack with a sharp ear, and his whole face lit up:

"Haha, my big brother is back!!!"

It rushed downstairs like a cannonball.

Dick was amused: "It really has dog ears."

With a "tsk", Jason threw the sack on the ground, saying indifferently, "Sycophant."

A black-haired man in a suit and leather shoes opened the door of the top sports car.

When Alfred opened the door for him, the frivolous smile that had been on the man's face all day finally faded slowly.

The blue eyes, which had faded from the camouflage, were still as sharp as a falcon.

It's just that the expression is somewhat tired.

He loosened his tie with one hand, and said to the old butler, "Alfred, have you asked Sarah..."

The voice paused.

Alfred smiled at him, and motioned silently up the stairs.

Bruce understood and stood at the gate waiting.

By the way, the slightly sharp tie buckle was also removed.

Two seconds later, a shell shot straight down from the second floor and hit him head-on.

"Brother~~~Brother, you are home——!!!!"

Bruce: "Yeah."

He didn't notice it himself, but Alfred saw it clearly.

A soft spring breeze caressed the dark knight's cold mouth, softening the man's entire jawline.

He raised his hand, as if he wanted to give the boy a friendly hug.

But the palm was frozen in the air, and he didn't know where to put it for a long time.

Above the head, that's where Batman would put it when he hugged a child in distress in the dark;

The shoulder is when he has not experienced all this, he occasionally hugs the little Dick who runs over with the report card;

The waist is where Prince Gotham's arms hang around all the year round.

But for Sasha, it was too spoiled.He didn't want to do this to him.

To this day, Bruce is a little unclear about where he should put the reborn Sasha, and what distance he should use to contact him.

The boy's name is still deeply engraved on the inside of the man's arm.

But he didn't think Sasha needed to know much about that.

The excited little dog leg didn't understand anything, he just grinned and barked around others.

Sasha: "I'm coming, I'm coming!"

After going around twice, he took Bruce's windbreaker from Alfred's hand, patted it very lickingly, and hung it on the coat rack.

Bruce lowered his eyes slightly, his eyes paused.

He leaned over and opened the shoe cabinet.

Alfred went there first, picked up a pair of clean slippers from the shoe cabinet, and put them on the boy's snow-white bare feet.

When Sasha saw Alfred, he smiled shyly:

"Mr. Pennyworth, my parents work overtime on weekends, so I came here again today..."

Alfred smiled and said, "As a person, I sincerely hope that you can come every day, Mr. Atwell."

Sasha kicked on his slippers and walked around after Bruce's ass to see what his brave and powerful brother was up to for the weekend.

Supper was prepared by Alfred and Sasha.

To be precise, it was Alfred who insisted on being the chef, and Sasha had to roll the cakes beside him.

Mainly, he felt that he was a guest. When he was a child, the Atwells took him to a friend's house to play, and when the host cooked, they usually helped him.

Rolling and rolling, Dick couldn't find Sasha anywhere, so he went into the kitchen.

Seeing the little golden retriever rolling out pancakes for himself on the bench, he was happy again. He dipped his index finger in the flour and drew a cat's beard on the face.

Not long after, Jason also came in.

He's mostly in case Sasha adds something he shouldn't to his steak.

After a while, Tim couldn't bear the pressure of facing Bruce alone, his scalp was numb, and he squeezed in.

Alfred: "...Excuse me, sir, I don't think it's better for you not to come in. Dinner will be ready later."

The man puts the raised foot down.

Silently stopped at the kitchen door.

Sasha, with a six-stroke cat beard, looked up suspiciously: "What's the matter? Why don't you let big brother in?"

Dick considered his words: "...he... is more likely to cause accidents in the kitchen than us."

Sasha: "Oh, it's easy to cut your hand, isn't it? Damn, I'm the same way. People who play a lot of snipers tend to feel different from ordinary people. What's more, what is my elder brother? He's playing darts. To reach the pinnacle, ordinary people can't..."

Jason was expressionless: "He blew up the kitchen eight times last year."

Sasha: "..."

Bruce looked at Sasha's stiff whiskers, and calmly argued for himself: "Not so many times."

Alfred said slowly, "Oh, yes. Master Jason, you misremembered. Last year should indeed count as seven times. Because the eighth time was in January this year, it counts as this year's share."

Bruce, who was exposed in public: "..."

The little dog leg argues: "Although my elder brother likes to fry the kitchen, he can escape without injury every time. Isn't that amazing?! How can ordinary people have this level?! Who can do it?! I'll chop it up The onion will still cut into my hand, look at my fingers..."

Dick saw a white paw raised in front of him, and inspected the wound attentively:

"Every time you play the blues, you can surprise me, really."

Sasha: "What is bragging? Telling lies is called bragging. My elder brother is awesome. These five words are already certain, well-founded and indisputable. Seek facts..."

Jason was so annoyed that he picked up a corn cob and stuffed that mouth.

Sasha cursed and pulled out the corn cob and gnawed it, it was quite sweet.

I just sat aside by myself and peeled it happily.

Alfred cut the vegetables with a smile: "Maybe you can consider changing the name of the master, Mr. Atwell. As far as I know, Master Timothy seems to be a little distressed about this. But this is just a small suggestion, if You prefer to call the master this way, but you don't have to adopt it."

Bruce knew that he was referring to the quack "big brother" every time Sasha called him.

He himself didn't have much discomfort.

After recalling it carefully, since Sasha came to the rebel base and told him "big brother smokes big brother", the little golden retriever has been calling him big brother, and has never changed since then.

It seems that only the US team committed suicide and called him "bat" angrily.

He just wanted to say whatever he likes.

Sasha: "Oh, that's good. I'll call him Big Brother Bruce in the future."

When the boy said this, he was grinning, with a cat's beard on his face, and his corn-stuffed cheeks were bulging.

In short, he looks very heartless.

But for a moment, their eyes met in the air.

Bruce looked into those green eyes as if looking into the bottom of a deep lake.Sweep off the skin of the silly little licking dog on the surface, and what is revealed to him underneath is a tough, bright and powerful soul.

That's why he'd never be able to see Sasha as a little kid in need of protection.

In this noisy and bustling kitchen, amidst the clanging of tableware and the gurgling soup, there is a dark past that has been silently buried.

It had been so big, so brutal, so irrevocable, but in the end, it turned into an ordinary peaceful weekend moment.

For those who don't remember, their lives were meant to be.Not so rare and precious, but worth cherishing.

But for those who have trekked from the darkness, nothing will be the same again.

The secret and solemn tacit understanding between them sometimes allows them to understand each other with a look or a sentence.

He suddenly remembered what Sasha had said to him in the hospital.

- If you weren't Batman anymore, who would you be?