[Comprehensive British and American] Plague Meow

The driver dropped Dick and the cat in Metropolis.

Natch glanced at the driver before getting out of the car, the driver blinked at it, and Dick took the cat into his arms and continued walking aimlessly down the street.

The driver tore off his mask as they moved away.

Alfred sighed softly.

"It's no use telling the past. Poor Master Dick is terrified. We should take him home as soon as possible."

Batman snorted coldly inside: "It will take some time. Didn't he always want to go out for a walk? This is also a good opportunity."

If Dick, who has lost his memory, is dishonest at Wayne's house, he might have an accident. It's better to let him out, go to a place far away from Gotham, live a peaceful life for two days, and wait for them to clean up the mess before going to pick him up. return.

Ah Fu sighed: "But Master Dick didn't even bring his ID card..."

Batman:  …

corner of the metropolis.

Dick used his beautiful blue eyes to get away with Nucky's cute "meow" sound, and took a rest in the youth hotel room. He also realized that he didn't get his ID card. Later, he was kicked out by his girlfriend, and he didn't have time to get his documents".

This reason can be mixed for one night, but it cannot be used all the time.

"What are we going to do next?" Dick lay flat on the hotel cot, lifting Natch up.

Naqi has no expression on his face, and his tail is wagging from side to side, expressing his subtle irritability.

You must know that when you agreed to Batman, no one thought that things would become out of control. Naqi still has his own plan, but now he has no way to leave, and he will not easily abandon the patient who is still recovering.

Seeing Dick's confused look, Naqi purred softly.

It's a pity that Dick couldn't get what it was calling at all, and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Naqi just "meowed" softly.

They had a good night's sleep together.

For Dick who lost his memory, falling asleep is actually a very difficult thing. When his sense of security is too low, every time he falls asleep, he seems to fall into the abyss, and he will wake up twitching, so Naqi arched into his arms Li, rubbed the tip of his nose with the slightly cool tip of his nose.

"Want me to grab you?" Dick smiled. He couldn't understand cat language, so he guessed casually, "Are you going to be my guardian angel? Cutie."

Not only did he fail to fall asleep, but he also broke out in a cold sweat, and his voice was a little hoarse.

It looked weak and pathetic.

Fragile Twolegs.

Naqi poked out the tip of his soft tongue and lightly licked the tip of Dick's sweaty nose: "Meow." Go to sleep.

In the dream, I fell again.

This time he was not afraid, he saw the safety net hidden behind the black mist below.

……

After a while of silence, the black mist dissipated.

Dick felt he was talking to someone, the figure in front of him was a silent sculpture, but he knew they were having a good conversation, and then he fell sideways over the edge of the building, a pleasant fall.

Yes, he felt that falling was a pleasant thing for him.

Dick opened his eyes.

Glancing sideways at the clock on the bedside table, Dick found desperately that it was only past four o'clock in the morning. For some reason, all the muscles in his body were clamoring to jump out of the window and have an adventure that belonged to the moonlit night.

And he felt that he should continue to sleep.

"What's wrong with me?" Dick disliked himself.

Naqi, who was awakened by him, arched under the blanket, and crawled from the side to Dick's chest. It didn't even open its eyes, and just stuck out its claws, trying to stretch and slowly stretch out the blanket, pulling the soft and warm The hot pad of flesh pressed against Dick's mouth.

"Meow." Sleep.

Dick's heart was stopped by the cat's paw, and he fell asleep immediately.This sleep lasted until noon the next day, when the guest room called and asked him if he wanted to check out.

"Oh, well, I have to sort out my attire problem."

After getting up and brushing his teeth and washing his face under the supervision of the kitten, Dick looked at himself in the mirror, counted the wallet, found that there was a lot of money in it, jumped up, and decided to change his nondescript clothes first.

He took the cat to an ordinary street clothing store nearby, grabbed two sets of clothes and went into the fitting room under the weird gaze of the waiter.

"is acceptable?"

Just an ordinary set of casual clothes, a loose autumn coat, a white round-neck shirt inside, slacks, and a set of sportswear.

Four pairs of socks were purchased at Natch's behest.This cat is very tough, the kind that directly grabs it and puts it in the shopping basket. It is a mandatory requirement, and there is no room for him to refuse.

They went to buy a backpack to put all the miscellaneous things in. The long coat was too big. Dick chose to find a storage compartment nearby, and put the coat here after putting in coins.

Finally, I bought a pair of sneakers and a pair of sunglasses.

"Perfect." Dick looked at himself in the mirror.

Natch crouched over his shoulder and watched him.

I have to admit that the birds of the Bat family are absolute clothes racks, and they are super clothes racks. They put on ordinary or even ugly clothes on them, and immediately opened their posture.

Naqi glanced at the waiter who was eager to try, walked from one side of Dick's shoulder to the other, and reservedly refused.

Just looking at the earth-colored clothes on Dick, Naqi felt strange, this is not the aesthetics of the Bat family. Could it be that there is a simple little boy living deep in Dick's heart?

They started to go to the countryside.

"I remembered something." Halfway through, Dick bought a hot dog and ate it, then broke a sausage and fed it to the kitten, "I remember one, the circus."

As he was walking, Dick stopped suddenly again. He seemed a little hesitant, as if he was afraid of recalling those details. After hesitating, he shook his head vigorously and walked in another direction.

"Forget it, the circus doesn't open during the day."

Natch, who didn't know his past, yawned, and continued to lie on his shoulders, watching Dick wander around aimlessly. The two-legged beast's physical strength is really good, and it walked for several hours I can continue.

"Our physical strength has always been good," Tim said, weakly.

The little red bird working overtime behind the monitor can be said to have a broken face.

He felt that he could really be elected No.1 of "The Worst Bird in the Family".

Not only do I have to work overtime at night, I have to go to school during the day, and I am also responsible for other small organization issues.

What's more, he can't sleep in class like Damian. He still has his own pursuit of college life, but he doesn't have the excessive knowledge that Damian trained in the League of Assassins since he was a child, so he can only read books obediently.

Now there is a new job - monitoring the elder brother who ran away from home.

"Why do we all love running away from home so much? Even after amnesia?" Little Red Bird fainted in the toilet.

In fact, Naqi also wanted to ask this question, but the little red bird was miserable enough. The "kind" Naqi decided to let go of this question for the time being, so as not to add too much psychological damage to Red Robin, commonly known as a crit.

It got into Dick's coat and rolled into a ball on his abdomen. He couldn't see clearly because of the bright daylight outside, so he secretly turned on the screen and tapped: [How about ZKR? 】

Speaking of ZKR made the little red bird full of blood in an instant.

"Jason is going crazy, you should see what he looks like!"

When Naqi cannot be found, ZKR will show a sudden "deep love" to Jason.

"It even follows Jason to the bathroom now hahahahahahaha!" The little red bird laughed wildly.

Naqi imagined the scene for a while, and almost followed the rampant laughter on the other side, and quickly pressed the cat's mouth with his paw, holding back.

And mourn for Jason in his heart for [-] second.

A sympathetic Jason was crouching on the floor, in his own safe house.

Earlier, because he didn't want to see the bat-like dead face from the old bat, he simply went back to sleep, but he was awakened by the familiar cold feeling when he was half asleep.

Before he woke up, he took out the gun under the pillow, and aimed the gun at the dog's head instantly.

"Click, click" twice.

Bai Chai wagged his tail innocently.

Jason:  …

Fuck he forgot it was Superman who brought Natchy.

In the experiments they have done, the only way to temporarily cut off ZKR tracking on this earth is to let Superman take a ride, and then ZKR needs to re-track the breath.

Jason couldn't help cursing: "Hell, you can't directly track your companion's breath, but you can follow me? Are you out of your mind?"

ZKR tilted his head, very innocent.Its ability appeared to prey on humans, not to track the same kind, and of course it couldn't find Naqi.

It sat on Jason's chest.

It is also in the range of "almost no weight", but it is still a little bit heavier than Naqi, probably not the range that the scale can express, more like a strange sensory experience.

Jason took a deep breath and shook the white wood on his chest.

"Get off!"

Bai Chai quickly rolled to the side, then turned around, continued to squat down, and looked at Jason.

Jason couldn't do anything about it either.

After tossing for a few days, I gave up and sat on the bed watching this persistent little bastard.

"I can't take you with me everywhere I go every day," Knock on the dog's head, "Don't be stupid, I know you can understand. Since you have decided that it is easier to find Naqi by my side, then you can stay, the premise is Don't follow me, keep a distance of at least 100 meters."

ZKR tilted his head, showing no objection.

"And don't go to bed privately, I'll make you a doghouse." Head bald.

If a friend outside the law came to do something, and found out that he had raised a white chai that didn't look aggressive at all, he wouldn't laugh off the heads of those people.

Jason's inner MMP.

But he still opened the closet and tried his best to toss the old clothes he didn't need, torn what needed to be torn, stuffed what needed to be filled, sewed and mended to make a soft cushion, and even made a coat for the dog to use as a quilt.

During this period, I almost smashed my finger in it.

Gee.

"I miss that mother bird right now, right?" Jason patted the cushion, watched ZKR sit on it obediently, and rubbed the dog's head vigorously, "I'll take you to find Naqi in two days, Mr. The bat must know where Dickie went."

ZKR flicked his tail, obviously agreeing with this statement.

"Where did the other two go?" Jason called the little red bird again.

The overtime correspondent, Little Red Bird, was fishing and sorting out his equipment. He replied casually: "The Faceless Owl took Jeff and squatted next to Stark. They didn't seem to care where Naqi went. I heard that they were originally Don’t make friends, get together when you meet by chance, and break up naturally if you get separated.”

As he said that, Tim freed up a hand to flip through the message: "Nach left a message asking you to take care of ZKR."

"Okay, okay, it will definitely not shed hair." Jason rolled his eyes.

ZKR doesn't shed hair in the first place, so it's not difficult.

Looking down again, Bai Chai rolled on the mat, exposing the dog's belly, flicked his tail at him, and made a "pop" sound, very happy.

Jason didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and stretched out his hand to rub it.

Bai Chai's belly hair is very soft and has two layers, the outer layer is fluffy, and the inner layer is fluffy and fine, which feels very good to the touch.

Jason rubbed and hugged Chai into his arms and put him on the bed. They rolled together and murmured twice in his throat, as if to say "then sleep for a while".