[Comprehensive British and American] Plague Meow

Malone leaned over with a smile, and rubbed the head of the kitten squatting in Dick's coat vigorously, causing Natchy to slide down and hide in the space protected by the zipper.

"This guy has been like this since he was a kid," Malone said.

"Meow." Then it's not my problem.

Reassured, Natch poked his head out again.

Dick looked left and right, unsuccessfully trying to keep up with the two guys.

"What are you talking about? Why can you understand Naqi meowing twice?" Is this some cat language genius? ? ?

Malone didn't bother to talk to him.

"Let's go, let's go to your house to have a look."

Said it was Dick's home, but Dick didn't have any impression. He could only follow Ma Long's lead to an ordinary small building.

It is not far from BCPD, even very close, but because of the inconvenient shopping and other reasons, there are not many residents, and the building is very quiet.

Dick didn't have a key, Malone showed him through the window.

This is a very ordinary house with two bedrooms and one living room, an open kitchen and a bathroom in the bedroom.The decoration style is also very simple, with white walls, simulated wooden floors, and basically white or wood-colored furniture, as if no decoration has been done with care.

The study room is a bit more serious, and Ma Long skillfully dug out a set of communication devices from here, and began to fiddle with it.

Dick looked left and right.

He is not unfamiliar with this place, and he knows very well that this is his home, and soon he recalled some trivial things, such as cooking here and frying the pot and so on.

but……

"Why aren't the windows locked?" Dick thought it was unscientific.

Ma Long thinks this is very scientific, and he chooses "tell the truth" in a very wicked way.

"You rarely lock the windows, or you rarely walk through the door."

"Uh, so what on earth do I do?" Dick finally couldn't help asking.

Does not walk through doors, does not lock windows, is good at fighting, has a younger brother who is super good at fighting, an old partner of a private detective, and a cat who can type and make appointments with himself in the past and present.

Could it be that he is a magic stick? ? ?

Dick, super concerned.

However, Ma Long was not in a hurry to explain to him, but just told him "you will know".

"Now let's talk about something else."

Malone sat down and began to fiddle with the set of equipment, and quickly connected to the signal. He signaled Dick to keep quiet, and then waited quietly amidst the China Unicom prompts. After about two or three minutes, there was a response from the other side.

"Red Robin is online." Little Red Bird was quite surprised, "Yeyi?"

"Batman." Malone corrected the other party, and tore off the camouflage on his face. The soft gel that was very close to the texture of the skin was pulled off little by little, "Report the situation."

He slowly regained his original appearance in the little red bird's non-nutritious report.

Dick watched as "Marlon" became "Bruce Wayne."

"What the hell?!" Dick couldn't help but screamed.

"Be careful to call Constantine and his group. In this era, hell and the names of the gods are no longer words that you can say casually." Bruce looked at him, "Calm down, believe me, you have experienced worse than this." Ridiculous thing."

"what--!?"

Dick was stunned.

More ridiculous than this?

What kind of legendary life did I live before! ?

Inside the inside line, Xiaohong was quiet for a while, and realized that something was wrong, her face was paralyzed.

Sounds like Dick hasn't recovered his memory yet?

"Batman? I really don't suggest you use 'violent means' to restore Nightwing's memory. I've been busy recently, so let's take our time, how about it?"

"I need his memory." Batman was sure of that.

Ye Yi's investigation of this organization was probably carried out unconsciously. Maybe he took that investigation as a general abduction incident. If he was not careful, if he was unlucky, Ye Yi's actions might have already alarmed the snake. This is very likely That was the root cause of the previous shooting incident.

Bruce knew that he had to figure this out, or all the birds would suffer when the other party figured it out.

"Then at least be gentle? For Natchy's sake?" Knowing that he couldn't convince Batman, Little Red Bird shrank his neck, "Red Robin is off the assembly line."

Very brotherly love.

Dick suddenly had a bad feeling.

Bruce by the window had his back to the light of the moon, and the lights in the house were not turned on, making the surroundings look gloomy, like a candy house in a horror fairy tale.

Obviously everything here looked very familiar, and it should be the warmth of home, but at this moment, it only made Dick feel cold in his heart.

He turned around and wanted to run, but found that the door of the room was locked, and the lock could not be unscrewed or pressed, and he had no idea how it was locked.

Dick hugged Natch tightly.

Natch: ...

"No, you won't do such a stupid move," Bruce said in a voice that belonged to Batman's throat cancer. "You should pull out your attacking posture and challenge me."

"Can I win?" Dick was deeply skeptical about this.

Bruce smiled mysteriously.

"Never."

Dick: ...

This... what else is there to fight?

Dick wanted to throw in the towel on the spot.

But this Bruce was just as unreasonable as that Jason. He punched him in the face, and Dick, with the door behind him, had nowhere to retreat. Instead, he was hit on the ground, and Dick squatted down in pain.

There was a gust of wind overhead.

Instinctively urged, Dick leaned forward sharply.

His whole body was like a flexible water snake, and he approached Bruce with his head. His chest pulled his waist forward and arched forward, almost sticking to Bruce's body. There was not even a gap between the two of them. They didn't touch each other at all.

The hammer blow to the back of his neck missed because of his sudden approach.

At the same time, the excessive closeness made Bruce subconsciously take half a step back. Dick seized this opportunity and kicked Bruce in the stomach with a side kick.

But this foot was pinched, and then the world turned around, and he was thrown heavily to the wall next to him.

Super hard.

Bruce didn't pursue immediately, but observed cautiously.

Dick fell to the ground, choking.

He remembers this.

Hey!

He remembers this!

A lot of memories of battles came back to his mind in an instant, some of him and others, some of him and Bruce, and some of other brothers and sisters. He remembered that he had a brother who was super fierce!On the first day we met, I opened several holes for him!

And with Batman.

"Batman...?" Dick hesitated.

Bruce looked down at him: "Get up."

This is the rhythm to continue playing.

Dick had no choice but to get up and continue, but his mentality also changed subtly, with a feeling of anger and excitement.

He realized that he rarely fought "Bruce".

Without the bat equipment, Bruce was slender than the Phantom of the Night, giving him the illusion that he could win.

So Dick took the initiative this time.

And Bruce was pleased that Dick had finally gotten his act together, and as a reward, Bruce chose to strike hard.

With the sound of "ping-pong", they almost smashed the whole room.

Natch squatted at the door at first, was almost stepped on by Dick, jumped on the desk, was almost hit by the flying Dick, jumped on the cabinet, and the flying Dick smashed the cabinet again.

Natch: ...

"Meow?!" Did you aim at me on purpose?

Annoyed, Nucky starts yelling "whoops" at Bruce.

Just then Bruce tripped Dick and pinned him to the floor.

"What?" Bruce looked up at the cat.

At this time, Naqi had retreated to the window, looking as if he was about to smash the glass to escape at any time, and the whole cat was "super unhappy".

But Bruce's cat language system just went offline at this time, and without Damian's real-time translator, his communication ability dropped several steps.He could only look at Naqi innocently, as if asking if he was hungry?

Natch was even more furious.

Looking at Bruce's hairline, which was so different from the British, Natch squinted his eyes.

All of a sudden, my paws itch.

The mysterious sense of crisis rushed up the back of the head along the spine. Bruce shook his hand and almost broke Dick's arm. He only reacted after hearing Dick's abnormal pain and restrained his strength.

"You're really not afraid of my mistake." Bruce looked at the little black cat.

"Meow~" Anyway, I'm cured well.

What else can be done?

Bruce shrugged: "Do you want to eat dried fish at night? It's not far from Gotham. I'll ask Red Robin to send some over."

Natch thinks this is great.

But then he thought about Tim's work and rest situation, and those two kidneys that were constantly overdrawn due to overwork, and were already miserable when they were still young, Naqi shook his head again.

The child is very poor.

Bruce was quite surprised that Naqi would refuse Xiaoyu for this reason.

"Anyway, you're doing well."

"Meow." She looked a little excited.

At some point, Dick moved to the wall and was rubbing his almost dislocated shoulder. He raised his eyes and looked at the countless people and cats. He smiled helplessly. Dick sighed for his third brother's unlucky kidney.

"Bat, I seem to remember."

Sure enough, Bruce immediately came back to his senses and turned his attention to Dick: "What?"

"I'm supposed to have a 'cave' around here. Something like a batcave."

"Do you remember the specific entrance?"

"I'm not sure, can you look for it?"

Bruce looked at the mess around him, walked over, took Dick's uninjured hand, and pulled the unlucky boy up.

"Let's go, it's not too late to clean up after you come back here." He said, reaching out his hand to Naqi.

The little black cat, still angry, let out a "snack", jumped onto Bruce's hand, leaving a very light pink scratch on the back of the hand, then walked along the small arm all the way to the shoulder, stepped on it , after confirming that the claw feel was enough to satisfy him, he squatted down firmly.

"Meow." Let's drive.

Bruce boldly reached out and scratched its chin before letting Dick lead the way.

He knew where Ye Yi's secret base was, but Ye Yi didn't know that he knew it a long time ago. In order to avoid unnecessary noise and fights in the future, Bruce decided to pretend to be stupid for now.

Natchy didn't understand human calculations, so he was scratched and felt very comfortable, so he simply lay down on Bruce's shoulder.

Dick watched his cat being shamelessly abducted by Bruce, but he couldn't beat him, so he dared not speak out, aggrieved, and followed the fragmentary memory to lead the way.

They left the house by the inconspicuous back door, went up the fire escape, halfway Dick leaned sideways, slid down the post, jumped up the fire escape in the next building, turned and fell, and found the hidden entrance.

Bruce chose to walk down the fire escape at a normal speed: "What are you doing? Can't you walk down properly?"

"Memory is like this..."

Dick is innocent.

He doesn't know why he loves jumping so much.

The author has something to say: ah...

Fighting between bats is really fragrant.

Whether it is brothers respectful or father loving son filial piety.