[Comprehensive British and American] Plague Meow

Natch said nothing.

It didn't hurt, it just didn't expect the snow to be so thick.

Just, a kind of inertial thinking.

When Jason was buried to his knees, Naqi subconsciously thought that he would only be buried to his knees.But it forgot that it was just a little black cat small enough to stand on a person's shoulder.

The little black cat was expressionless, looking at the pure white around it, it moved its ears to listen.

That hard and clumsy "swish--" sound must belong to Jason, and there is also a much lighter, smart and hidden sound, rustling.

It's Damian.

The child could be heard barely moving.

Naqi found the right direction and touched it.

It is almost completely silent in the snow, the little black cat is completely buried by the snow, because it doesn't need to breathe, and it is not afraid of the snow blowing into its lungs, so it calmly planed a passage under the snow for itself to walk through.

Soon it came to Damian's side.

The height here is slightly lower, and it is a steep slope. Fortunately, the drop is not large. Damian must have lost his mind for some reason, and then slipped and rolled down. He was originally small, and he was completely buried. gone.

The little guy was squatting, and a simple snow hole had been dug out around his body, and there was enough space and air for the time being.

"Meow?" What's wrong with you?

Damian froze, raised his head and shook his head left and right.

Natchy still noticed something was wrong with Damian, the kid's eyes were closed and his dark glasses were missing.

"Meow." You took off your sunglasses to watch the snow.

Affirmative.

Damian pursed his lips, and nodded in admission after a while.

"Can you heal?" Damian asked.

Naqi gave a regretful "meow", saying that he could cure him but would not treat him.

I made an agreement with Thalia that in this operation, I will only take action when you are in a fatal crisis.

Naqi meowed a series of words, but the passage was too long and the meaning was complicated. Even with Damian's cat language level, it was difficult to fully understand it. The little guy suddenly showed a distressed look.

The little black cat is also distressed, but it has no other way to express it now.

It squatted down, looked at Damian, lost in thought.

How to do it?

Save your eyes first.

Naqi asked him to wait here, and got out by himself. It was easy to find, bouncing around, and finally found Damian's sunglasses from the snow, and pulled them back with the fixing strap in his mouth.

"Meow." Put it on.

Damian obediently obeyed.

On the other hand, Jason was struggling to find the child and the cat. When he searched, he felt that something was wrong on the snow, as if something dark was bouncing around.

Even through the sunglasses, he couldn't see clearly, so he felt that the scene was mysterious and weird.

"Fleas?" As he spoke, he shook his head again.

No, it seems a bit too big for a flea, and where do fleas come from in the snow.

So Jason touched in that direction.

He touched the dagger next to his leg, thinking about what this black bouncing thing was all the way, and if he didn't pay attention to his feet slipping, he rolled down.

Jason immediately realized that something was wrong. He instinctively thought it was a pothole buried in the snow, and subconsciously felt that he must finish playing this time. He didn't expect that the short drop would reach the bottom, and the moment he touched the ground, he would I sprained my foot.

Jason: ...%...%%...&%&...%%

A lot of dirty words.

Naqi, who was urging Damian to put on his sunglasses, turned the cat's head back, staring at Jason with golden eyes, with some doubts, as if asking: You are not short-legged, how could you roll down?

Jason didn't want to talk.

Sit back and start thinking.

He was tall enough, and the snow only reached his waist when he stood up. The problem was that the snow could cover Damian, and if he stood up straight, he would be able to show the hair on the top of his head, and Damian was snow-blind.

day.

Look at the little black cat again.

This guy is squatting and licking his paws.

It was impossible to count on cats, and he could only rely on himself. Jason recalled the map he had memorized in his head, and stood up to check the direction of the rising sun.

He put away the cat bag, then reached out and grabbed Damian, hugged him in one breath, and warned in a low voice.

"Stay still. I'll take you to the nearest camp. The snow is too deep for you to walk on your own."

The current situation does not allow Damian to be willful, but this kid is born without a nerve of obedience, the more he is asked to be more honest, the more he will grin his teeth.

"Shut up, I don't need you to teach me." Damian muttered.

Jason was very tired.

He didn't kick him in the face, it seems that he still knows what's good.

On second thought.

Who does this little kid look like?

I never heard Alfred say that "Master" Bruce Wayne was so "lively" when he was a child.

"Meow." Like you.

Naqi was squatting on the hiking bag behind Jason. It was almost weightless, so it could naturally squat steadily. Even if Jason was struggling to move and wobbled, it didn't prevent it from yawning.

Jason gritted his teeth silently.

The poor guy is holding a child in his arms, carrying luggage on his back, and a kitten watching a play leisurely. His feet are deep and shallow, and he is struggling to move.

lunch?

Forget it.

When the sun was about to get off work, he finally reached the first camp.

The so-called camp is just an abandoned wooden elevated hut, with a stable structure and a high shelf, which will not be easily covered by snow, and there are people who can climb up.

As soon as Jason put Damian on the top, Damian crawled to the top floor with a rustle.

The house is in good condition and has a stove that works.

Resigned to his fate, Jason started to light the fire, and asked while tossing, "How long will it take for him to recover?"

Snow blindness usually heals within 1 to 3 days, depending on the situation at the time and personal physique.

Damian couldn't be so stupid as to continue to look at the snow when his eyes turned pink. The little guy closed his eyes and rested in time, and at least he avoided the onset of real snow blindness.Natch reckoned it would be over in a few hours.

Still good news.

Damian nestled on the side without saying a word, and Jason didn't think of comforting him at all.

He was starving and decided to make something warm to eat first.

Now there is only one fire and one pot, and Jason, who is not very skilled, directly cooks military biscuits, mixes high-protein canned soybeans and compressed beef, without any skills, he just boils them to death.

It smells pretty good.

Naqi glanced at it curiously, and saw a dark brown inside the pot, with big bubbles tumbling, and jumped away immediately.

"Don't eat?"

The kitten, who advocates eating regularly, going to bed and getting up early, actually wants to googling lunch (and maybe dinner) after googling lunch, which surprised Jason very much.

Naqi, who was disgusted, didn't explain, but just shook his head hard, as if trying to shake the sticky unknown object out of his mind.

After shaking the horrific scene, Naqi approached the fire, and lay down on the ground when it was warm enough but not too far away.

The little black cat yawned lazily, then turned over again, allowing itself to be evenly grilled.

Jason, who was dismissed and ignored, snorted and looked at Damian who was squatting into a birdie in the corner, and bad water came out again.He put the boiled food out of a bowl and brought it to Damian with a small spoon.

"Come on, dad feeds you."

Damian: "..."

Your son gave you a kick.

Fortunately, I was blind and couldn't see clearly and missed the kick.

Looking at the foot that was going to the crotch, Jason gasped: "Do you have a conscience?"

"Feed the cat." Damian said calmly.

The little black cat had fallen asleep in front of the fire.

Jason is very sure that this little bastard's conscience must not taste good, at least Naqi will never like to eat it, even though the little black cat can lie down and yawn wherever it is placed, it seems to be easy to feed, but in fact it is very picky .

When the spoon was smashed into his mouth, Damian still ate obediently.

"It's unpalatable."

Little bunny has a lot going on.

"I can't kill you." Jason snapped back.

Sometimes Jason would even suspect that the reason why Thalia let him be an outsider to raise Damian was simply because other members of the League of Assassins couldn't stand this brat, and wanted to stab him to death with a sword.

It's a pity that he was too young to be bluffed, and he didn't realize the essence of this bastard in the first place.

sigh.

Life is so difficult.

It was pitch black outside.

Jason suddenly remembered the streets of Gotham.

indifferent.

But it is brightly lit.

"When you're older, come with me to Gotham," Jason said.

"Gotham?" Damian took another bite.

"That's Batman's place." That's all Kid remembers.

"Yes. That's your father's place."

"That's my place."

Affirmative.

Gee.

Thinking of Batman's dead face, Jason suddenly became a little moved, and he kept stuffing food into Damian's mouth with his hand, and the picture began to fill up in his head.

After a while, Jason agreed with the proposal: "Good idea." The picture must be beautiful.

Accompanied by the illustration of "Bat-like Confusion.PNG" that he made up in his mind, Jason was still not satisfied. After feeding one bowl, he planned to fill the second bowl, but Damian pushed him away in disgust.

Fortunately, Damian is a little blind now.

If he really saw Jason's face and that indescribable smile, he would have kicked this snake spirit directly into the bonfire.

The little blind Damian protested: "I'm full."

Jason wasn't picky either, he just stuffed it into his mouth and almost vomited as soon as he ate it.

"Damn it, it's so unpalatable." But he swallowed it anyway.

The salty oil flavor of this can is paired with uncookable military biscuit crumbs and a pile of soft, thick and greasy soybeans that are perfectly tasty...

"How did you eat it???" Jason was doubting his life.

Damian snorted and whispered, "Do you want to count on you to make a new one?"

Jason: "...Don't make it sound like I abused you." I really owed this brat a damn debt in my previous life.

I laid out a sleeping bag, put a warm baby on it, took off the little guy's coat, stuffed it into the sleeping bag, and covered it with the coat.

"Okay, go to sleep."

Jason decides to keep the vigil on his own.

In theory, the only enemies on this trip are snow mountains, and there will be no wild beasts or enemy attacks.

Jason didn't relax, this year's life as an Assassin taught him many things, "Never trust the Assassin League's definition of safety" was the first to bear the brunt.

Keeping vigil in the cold was already fatal, and what was even more annoying was that Damian was still tossing and turning, just not sleeping.

Jason: "What's wrong with you?"

Damian snorted.

Jason could only pat him, gently caressing the little kid's chest through the sleeping bag.

The little guy is only five years old, and he can climb half of the snow-capped mountains with his own legs at the speed of an adult. Isn't his performance not good enough?Do you still expect him to go to heaven and earth?

While coaxing the child, Jason didn't stop nagging in his heart.

Under regular patting, Damian fell into a deep sleep.

The little black cat by the campfire woke up, and a donkey rolled over and bounced up, shaking its fur.

Jason hurriedly made a "shh" gesture.

The little brat finally fell asleep, and he wanted to rest for a while.

The little black cat expressed its understanding. It rubbed its paws into the bonfire and walked silently to Jason's side. There were still a few charcoal marks on its paws.

[Back, Gotham? ] It is spelled concisely on the floor.

"Yes." Jason said in a low voice, "It's time to go back. I bet the old bat and Dicky Bird will definitely not make the clown feel better. I want to go back and see what happens to him."

[Leave, reason? 】

"I didn't expect you to be curious about this."

Seeing Naqi's question, Jason knew it was asking why he left Gotham in the first place, which was quite surprising.

"The old bat will definitely not let me take revenge. He always thinks that I live in hatred and radical emotions. Why don't I just leave and let them handle it. I can't help but kill the clown, but if the bat handles it, probably only Put him in jail."

Jason was slightly upset about this.

"It doesn't matter, I will visit the prison myself." Smiling.

Naqi tilted his head, wanting to write something more, but the carbon ash on his paws had already been rubbed off. He looked at the bonfire, felt a little disgusted, and gave up the idea of ​​doing it again.

"Meow." Go to sleep.

The little black cat jumped onto the window sill and sat upright under the moonlight, with its tail curled up and its four paws curled up, its golden eyes staring at its tilted head.

Jason, on the other hand, rolled into his sleeping bag two hours later and fell asleep.

At this time, Jason was still dreaming. Tomorrow, he would go straight back to Gotham, throw milk rice on Batman's face, and then laugh at Batman, completely unaware of how long his life as a baby brother was.

When it grows long enough, he turns milk rice into millet.

The author has something to say: *Canned soybeans + canned beef + compressed biscuits This recipe was told to me by a friend who went camping. It is said that one meal a day is enough. One is unpalatable, and the other is extremely high in energy.The specific effect is not clear, and my friend has not tried it himself.