[Comprehensive British and American] Plague Meow

Maybe it's the awareness of survival, maybe it's the fighting instinct.

Following the inertia of retreating, Dick turned slightly sideways and sent out a side kick. Jason was holding his wrist, so he wasn't worried about losing his footing.

Jason was kicked on the leg by him, he gave it a painless kick, and grinned.

"Come on, go on."

Just keep going.

There are no real good babies in the Bat family.

The fierceness in Dick's bones also came out, and the two of them immediately rolled into a lump on the floor.

This is not some kind of children's slapstick, they punch each other as much as possible, looking for the painful places to attack, using bruises and scars instead of hugs and care, forming their own way of communication.

Naqi just squatted on the TV cabinet beside him and watched them, his eyes showed no emotion, as if he was watching two kittens flapping each other and exchanging feelings with their paws.

Tired of looking at it, it lowered its head and began to lick its paws to wash its face, and soon buried its head in its abdomen, and began to sleep in a ball.

The two fought like this for over an hour.

Dick didn't expect his physical strength to be so good. He even had two chances, and he almost held Jason down. Unfortunately, in terms of strength, Jason was much stronger than him.

The end result was that he kicked Jason onto the cabinet, causing Natch to jump up, and Jason's counterattack slammed him into the wall, with a dull pain in his lungs that made Dick almost think his ribs were all broken. The 200 barrel broke, and Jason crushed his head.

His cheeks were squeezed against the cold ground, which instantly made Dick sober.

The throbbing in his bones and the tingling in his joints disappeared without a trace, and now he was wide open, as if he had been trapped in a cage for a long time, and he was finally able to spread his wings and fly high.

"Fuck." Dick cursed under his breath.

"Let go of me, little wing, your face is going to be useless." The eldest brother hummed weakly.

TMD is still thinking about the face at this time.

Jason was happy, and he grinned big: "I knew you deserved a beating." He let go and took half a step back.

Dick turned around and punched him in the face: "Yes, and I really want to punch you!"

Hitting someone while he lost his memory?

Only with physical instinct, the combat effectiveness will drop, right? !

"Round two, Dickie Bird."

Jason didn't care, he squeezed the fist of "Dear Brother", and returned a blow of love.Now that the other party's memory has recovered, he doesn't need to stop.

A new round of demolition activities officially began.

what?

landlord?

Both of them knew that this was Bruce's territory, and there was no psychological pressure to tear it down.

ZKR couldn't fall asleep either, poking his head out of Jason's bedroom, Naqi fell to its side, retreated to a safe range, and watched the new round of the two-legged beasts' fight together.

I really don't know whether people raise animals or animals raise people.

Natch yawned for the N+1th big yawn.

"It's time for you to go back to Bludhaven. You can't always expect Damian to run to BCPD. The one-and-a-half-meter Nightwing is too funny." Jason couldn't help but feel happy thinking about that scene.

Dick gradually showed doubts: "Nightwing?"

"...Oh." Jason froze for a moment, and blinked vigorously: "It's okay, it's just a blue flopping bird. How much do you remember?"

"For example, you have a red hood? Like a low-quality cosplay?" Dick recalled seriously, "Our adoptive father has a hundred sets of Batman's equipment, with different functions and different appearances. Uh, is he a transvestite?"

Jason: Pfft...

They fell asleep, and the next morning they began to discuss where to go to be a demon next.The two were bruised and bruised, Jason was making scrambled eggs in the kitchen and Dick was making coffee.

"You said BCPD yesterday."

"Yes, you work there, and now you are on unpaid leave."

"I want to go back and have a look. Help me look at the store in the afternoon?"

"It's up to you, just bring the cat."

"Yes, cats, they..."

"'They'," Jason smiled, putting the eggs on the plate, and sausages fried in the shape of octopus, with bread and cheese slices, a good breakfast, "'they' are 'they', isn't it Has our little Natch ever hurt you?"

Dick served two steaming cups of coffee and glanced sideways at Nucky, who was nestled at the end of the table.

"Well, it's a good boy indeed."

Eat and eat, feed and feed.

After the meal, Naqi asked ZKR to follow Jason with a "meow meow", and then Dick put Naqi on his back, found an ATM to withdraw money once, he was stunned by the balance in it, and then took a taxi to Bruce in a trance DeHaven goes.

The old bat, who had been rejected by his elder brother, finally found a chance to feed him, and directly stuffed Dick's bank card until it exploded.

Gee.

Jason didn't admit that he was just waiting to see a joke.

BCPD is a peaceful place.

Bludhaven is not the same as Gotham, most of the time it is not so lively.If Gotham is an unobservable swamp, then Bludhaven is just the right amount of dense forest, its temptation and danger are constant, attracting tourists and business people to come and go.

Natchy didn't like being stuffed in his jacket, so Dick unzipped it a little, letting it out of his head.

"... Rick? This is?"

As soon as he entered the door, Dick's appearance of holding a cat attracted everyone's attention.

"Your foster father, that Wayne, told us you were sick?"

"Oh..." Dick froze for a moment, trying to recall who the person was talking to him, but he couldn't find anything in his mind, "I'm not well yet, I just came back to check, the kind of worried?" Combat power should belong to the kind that is reused in BCPD.

Dick thought rightly.

Not at all.

The other party laughed and patted him on the shoulder: "You can honestly rest at home."

"But we just happen to be short of 'special talents' right now." Another person gestured to the location inside which was probably an office, and whispered in Dick's ear: "The 'consultant' from London has a bad temper. Talking is super weird, we can't figure it out."

"Since you're here, help me, brother." Someone else was booing beside him.

It seems that Dick has a good relationship with them, but for some reason, everyone doesn't think Dick is very powerful, but thinks that he is suitable in the office.

Dick blinked, indicating that he would go in and see the situation.

Natch pricked his ears curiously.

Open the door.

The cat and the strange human met each other's eyes.

"This is Sherlock Holmes, a consultant from London, and next to him is John Watson, Mr. Holmes' assistant, in charge of records and other assistance. They are investigating a recent transnational case. Unfortunately, Mr. Holmes' firm It is believed that the fugitives came to us."

The director's head is already going bald.Introduction back and forth.

"Richard Grayson, he is a friend of 'Nightwing'. Now that Nightwing is missing, if you have to find Nightwing at this time, you can only go through him."

"???" Do I know Ye Yi?

Dick was a little confused.

Watson was friendly, exchanging smiles with Dick, while Sherlock scanned Dick up and down.

"Amnesia?" Picky.

"Uh, yes." Dick, well-behaved.

Sherlock looked away.

"Amnesia?!" The director was stunned.

At this time, a police officer opened the door, hurriedly interrupted what the chief wanted to say, and said, "Mr. Ma Long is here." At the same time, a middle-aged man was let in.

Dick was inexplicably guilty and didn't dare to meet the director's eyes, instead he began to look at the person who just came in.

Shrewd gaze, ordinary face, and loose clothes covering his body, but judging from the details of his actions, this man's combat effectiveness is definitely not low.

"I hope you guys know that I'm from Gotham." Match Malone glanced at all the people present, focused on the cat in Dick's arms, and then showed a friendly smile: "Is there anything that I have to do?" Bludhaven's? Better explain."

Sherlock was not in a hurry to speak, but Watson next to him spoke:

"I'm sorry to disturb your pace of life, but this matter is very important. It involves the illegal trading of mutants. We need an international cooperation." He paused, "Privately."

Everyone knows that the authorities don't care that much about mutants, and mutant agencies often overreact, causing ordinary people to be unnecessarily affected.

I don’t know when it started, but the superheroes have already tacitly dealt with matters related to mutants in a low-key manner, and try not to communicate with any official organization. Only old partners such as BCPD or GCPD have become rare partners.

However, Detective Sherlock is the official "consultant detective", and it is quite surprising that he would follow their rules and smuggle through channels to deal with this matter.

"The mutant thing is dangerous."

Malone is accusing these two ordinary people of inappropriate behavior.

Sherlock ignored him, and Watson began to tell the situation of the case with an expression of "why is this bad temper" on his face. At this time, the chief went out, but Dick was stopped and joined the conversation as the BCPD assisting party. In other words, he is the "guide" in this team.

Dick: Do any of you remember me as an amnesiac? ? ?

He hasn't even remembered where his home in Bludhaven is now——!

Dick smiled on the surface and inside... inside, forget it, and still smile inside.

Naqi, who couldn't get Dick to the breaking point, was staring curiously at that "Mr. Malone", staring at...

Malone walked over to Sherlock and talked with them about the specific situation. He put one hand in his pocket and put the other behind his back, making a simple gesture.

Dick recognized the gesture as the command to "keep silent."

silent?

Silent about what?

Naqi, who was about to jump onto the big black bat, retracted his paws and looked suspiciously.

this human.

How much do you like to play dress up games?

Is this a mental problem?

Natch, think seriously.

When it came to its senses, the group of two-legged beasts had already decided to go out.

Malone was in charge of driving, Sherlock sat in the co-pilot, Watson and Dick sat in the back seat, and once again exchanged friendly smiles, however, there was silence.

It's not that the two children with natural affinity Max at the back are unwilling to chat, but that the aura of the two big guys with their own "ice special effects" in the front is too low, and the two children in the back are forced to gradually suffocate in the freezing temperature.

Dick was stubborn and had nothing to say: "First time to Bludhaven?"

"Yes, the city is interesting. It feels like a miniature Las Vegas. I hope you don't get me wrong, it must be amazing at night."

"of course not."

Dick narrowed his eyes, realizing that when someone praised Bludhaven, his mood rose.He's supposed to be a Gotham guy, but he likes Brudhaven.

"You, amnesia?" The doctor's habit made Watson pay more attention to patients.

"Maybe? Actually, I've already found a lot of memories. Don't worry, it won't affect my work efficiency." Dick kept a decent smile, although he was no longer sure how to get back to BCPD.

The author has something to say: *Everyone in the BCPD in this article knows that Dick and Nightwing are friends.

Dick does this to let the criminals have a clear target, so that it is not easy for the criminals to go to innocent people when they are trying to get revenge. Dick uses his identity as an ordinary person to be Nightwing's friend.

*Mr. Malone said he was just a passerby.

[Everyone should know whose vest this is, right? 】