[Comprehensive British and American] Plague Meow

Natch tilted his head and looked at the shorter one with a milder temper. He looked at the pair of white wings invisible to humans, and drool.

Aziraphale, who was talking friendly with the two children, suddenly sneezed.

"Huh?" Crowley pushed his sunglasses, looked up at the white angel beside him, "Angel doesn't catch a cold, right?" His gaze was full of inquiry and playfulness, but he wasn't too worried.

How could an angel have a cold?

And it's impossible for an idiot to catch a cold~

Crowley turned his gaze and saw Nucky poking his head behind the trees. He wasn't surprised by the existence of this creature, but seeing how the kitten was drooling at the angel, Crowley moved. Twisting his waist, he turned behind Aziraphale, blocking the little black cat's sight.

"We seem to be a little guest." The demon whispered.

"Huh?" Angel turned around innocently and saw the little black cat, "Oh~ really, this is really rare...why is it here?" Angel was confused.

Tim and Damian also see Natch.

"This is our cat." Without saying a word, Damian quickly walked over to pick up Naki, preventing these two weirdos from snatching the cat from him at any time.

"Hmm..." Angel kept smiling, embarrassed, "Child, this, it may not be suitable as a pet?" Trying to smile.

The devil casually threatened: "Be careful that it bites off your head at night."

"Any life has its place, how about giving it to me?" the angel tentatively picked up the cat.

Devil: "Otherwise it will eat you~"

Damian hugged the cat tightly.

And, showing squinted eyes of disapproval like a little bat.

"Meow?" Is this an extra meal?

Natch asked softly.

"Eating this is bad for your brain." Damian resolutely objected.

The angel's smile was a little stiff, but he still twitched the corners of his mouth in a reserved way and kept smiling.

"This kid is so cute."

"Is your camp nearby?" The devil rolled his eyes, "Why don't we join in. I believe you will welcome it." If you don't welcome it, let's have a little "miracle of the devil", um~

Damian continued to squint in disapproval.

It doesn't matter to Tim, Batman must be happy to collect some information along the way.He made an inviting gesture:

"Please come with me."

So the fourth child hugged the little black cat, and brought back the lost Aziraphale and Crowley with the third child.

Bruce studies them.

"Meow~" Nucky jumped onto Bruce's shoulder and rubbed it.

bird wings~

"?" The mortal Bruce didn't understand.

Angel Aziraphale smiled: "Oh~ that might be talking about me."

"You understand?"

"Of course, not much, race issue. But it's right to say that you really don't understand. You should...don't understand?" The angel showed a hesitant expression, and then gradually changed to: dear, you need help.

This Bruce also understood, and said: "I don't need it."

Crowley took the opportunity to take a covert look at Bruce Wayne.

He felt that this human looked familiar.

Odds are, as a demon who's been sabotaging for millennia, he shouldn't look familiar to any humans.

Crowley blinked the snake eyes behind the sunglasses.

It's like something is weird.

Bruce turned his head and met Crowley's gaze, and the devil suddenly felt a burst of depression.

sense of crisis.

or something else.

He pushed the magic mirror to look away, then suddenly realized something, squeezed the sunglasses and began to move up and down, so that the black shadow covered the upper half of Bruce's face, and then moved back to the lower half, back and forth several times.

Aziraphale, who laughed more and more stiffly, finally noticed that Bruce's attention was not on himself at all, he turned around and saw Crowley playing a demon.

"Crowley? That's rude." The angel tugged on the demon's sleeve and whispered.

"No no no, this is very important."

The devil repeated it twice, and finally confirmed that the flash of inspiration just now was not his own illusion, so he took a deep breath.

"You're not doing any weird miracles, are you?" he asked copiously.

"?" Aziraphale didn't understand.

"He's that guy," Crowley swished back and gestured, "I told you when I was gossiping with you before, the guy whose son actually killed him to hell."

Aziraphale struggled to remember: "The 'yellow bird' that could kill hell?"

"Yeah. Oh seriously, you should go and see that face of my dear colleagues, it's awesome."

Crowley nodded cheerfully, and raised his hands vigorously, gesticulating, as if this could bestow the devil's blessing and help his old buddy recall more things.

However, the angel tilted his head, a little innocent and distressed.

"I don't know who you're talking about, Crowley, stop wagging your paw."

"That big, black one!"

It can't be Lucifer.

Even I don't want to say that name.

The angel was thinking wildly, then suddenly came to his senses, he looked at Bruce, and asked tentatively, "Batman?"

"My pleasure." Bruce smiled good-naturedly, looking in Crowley's direction.

"Know?" Aziraphale looked around.Feel a little strange?Crowley and humans have almost no positive contact, but, not surprisingly, Batman is indeed more like a product from hell-in terms of image.

"I don't know." Crowley spread his hands and shook his fingertips to show his innocence.

Bruce: "Konstantin said that Lucifer complained that one of his subordinates was 'active' turning into a snake to help him."

I don't know how many years ago Crowley turned into a snake on a whim and went to play with Adam: ...

"I was originally a snake, I didn't deliberately become a snake." Regarding his innocence, Crowley felt that he had to explain clearly, especially in front of the angel. "And...he wants to say that he will go, but I will definitely not go." Gugu Snake said that he was not that hardworking at all.

In the beginning, he was indeed a fallen angel, but later he became a demon, so he will naturally have the form of a demon, and his form is a big old snake.

The cooing angel let out an "oh~" and realized that this was another misunderstanding caused by a wrong message.

"We often do this." Angel smiled, "So everyone must maintain good communication."

"Cuckoo."

A brisk cry.

The little black cat's ears flicked back, and suddenly felt a strange familiar breath.

"Meow?" Why are you here?

Naqi raised his head and looked at the gentleman pigeon on the branch.

"Coo coo coo coo." The gentleman pigeon pointed at the angel and the demon with the flying feathers on its wings, indicating that they were its little partners.

Natch didn't understand how their kind could have anything to do with angels and demons.

Bruce understood immediately.

"..." It was really neat and tidy.

"The two of them talked about heaven and hell respectively, and not only did they not disappear, but they also successfully ran away together. These two guys are very famous in the Dark Justice League, and they are the objects of Constantine's worship."

Tim finally remembered who these two were.

The idol of the "world-famous" "Zha Kang"...?

Damian instantly showed disgust, and took the initiative to stay away from the pair of googoos.

"Ak'an."

Aziraphale raised his hand, let the gentleman pigeon land on his little arm, and even turned it upside down, stroked the pigeon's back with the other hand, stroking the pigeon's feathers very skillfully.

"How did you get here?"

"Gugu?" We didn't make an appointment to meet here, so you are waiting for me here?

"No, we've been wandering here since we got lost and didn't want to use our divine power."

Angels don't lie.

"Why no powers?" Tim asked, "Angel's Little Miracle?" Something like that?

"Because...hehe." Aziraphale took a deep breath, very angry but still trying to smile, "Because Crowley firmly believes that he has definitely not led the wrong way, so we are still wandering."

"Please~" Crowley pushed the sunglasses and blinked the snake pupils, and stretched the tone, "I'm a devil~~"

In one sentence, the tune was turned three times.

Natch fell silently.

"In the past, people were still afraid of the plague. They didn't dare to fight the plague, so they blamed it on the cute kitten." Crowley was in a good mood. He tried to tease the kitten, but was almost bitten. "Later, they were no longer afraid of the plague, so we let 'Pollution' substitute. Tsk tsk, poor 'plague' is still hanging out in hell."

"Crowley—" the angel drew the tone, signaling the demon not to talk about this with humans. "do not do that."

"Oh, of course." The devil casually changed the subject, "Speaking of which, are these little guys called 'devil animals' by humans? Maybe we are the same."

The angel Aziraphale emphasized after taking a deep breath: "We are not the same, Crowley. Although the dimensions are indeed different from humans, they are still subject to the basic constraints of physics."

And angels and demons?

They can even dance into signals and electronics.

"You are so serious, Angel." Crowley pouted and spread his hands, "Look~ demons, angels, and demon animals and humans. I think this combination can really exist."

As he spoke, he smashed his tongue at the kitten, making a teasing sound of "tsk tsk".

A clear provocation, or is it the devil's usual beating?

Naqi lowered his head and licked the tip of his claws, suddenly wanting to try to see if the devil's hair follicles were as hard as his skin.

At this time, Bruce, who had been in the theater mode, shook the kitten.

"Together? Dinner."

"Of course, if it doesn't bother you." Aziraphale smiled.

"Of course not." Bruce smiled.

Jason and Dick, who were carrying the dinner materials, looked at each other.

They had the same idea as Natch - Batman is online, ready to set up information!

Dinner, bonfires, demons.

How about another ghost story?

The little animals said that they were not picky at all, and calmly squatted down one by one.

"Really? Us? Ghost stories?"

Damian pointed at himself with a disgusted look on his face.However, amidst the bumps of the Faceless Owl's head, the little yellow bird quickly softened, saying that it doesn't matter if he participates.

The only problem is nothing more than that.

There are no people here who are frightened by ghost stories, or non-humans.

While preparing a campfire dinner, Bruce strikes up conversations with angels and demons who have nothing to do and aren't trying to help.

The devil's publicity talks a lot, and the angel's pure brackets are easy to deceive, and he can easily make a lot of words.

As night fell, they gathered around the campfire.

The Faceless Owl squatted right behind Damian, and this little brat occupied a long strip of dead wood by himself.

Bruce, Dick, and Tim were scattered around and sat on the ponytail. Dick had a makeshift disposable clear plastic cup with Siko in it, and Bruce hugged Nucky.

Jason sat on a separate low stake, with ZKR sitting at his feet, slightly away from the crowd.

The angel and the devil sat down next to each other on the benches that they did not know where to put them.

The gentleman pigeons were just above them in the treetops.

"Oh~ there is one of your kind." The angel joked with the demon.He didn't remember that he said that demons and Timo were not the same a few minutes ago.

Crowley: "... I look much better than it. I mean, dark scales, beautiful orange snake eyes." He shook his head and spread his hands, "It's just a small earthworm."

"Of course~" Angel replied flatteredly, "I mean, you are really not bad."

As the fire crackled, they shared grilled fish and meat.

The atmosphere seems to be good.

"Who goes first?" Dick asked.

Bruce looked at the little animals.

Small animals: ...?

"Indeed, their stories might be more interesting." At least Jason agreed with this.

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