[Comprehensive British and American] Plague Meow

The games of the childish ghosts lasted for a long time, until the car got on the national road and the speed began to get faster and faster. Dick sitting in the driver's seat needed to concentrate, and the others gradually calmed down and stopped making noise.

Damian, who had nothing to do, brought Naqi, and one person, one cat, played the game together.

Jason went to bathe the dog.

Tim is working on his laptop.

Bruce was in a daze.

The children take care of everything, and Bruce just needs to lie in bed and stare blankly.

He's not quite used to this state where there's nothing he can do.

Even in Bruce's state, he still needs to manage or socialize, deal with various women with unknown purposes or men full of hostility, and every banquet is an alternative battlefield.

And the office?

More than half of the people there would love to see "Wayne Bankrupt" as the headline of tomorrow's morning paper.

It seems that it has been a long time since he stayed so purely, doing nothing and thinking about nothing.

Simple, in a daze.

Looking around the audience, Siko was nowhere to be seen. He must have dreamed and looked for food somewhere, and even the faceless owl that seemed to be in a daze, Bruce dared to swear with a bat helmet, this guy must be thinking about something.

That slightly turning head is proof.

Unlike him, he was just emptying his mind.

Taking advantage of Naqi being tired from playing, Bruce patted his side. The little black cat was also very obedient, jumped up and lay down, and then began to lick its paws and wash its face.

Bruce whispered in its ear, "I think I'm dying."

Hearing that Naqi stopped licking his paws, but looked seriously at Bruce's forehead, raised his paws to poke, and then pressed them seriously with the pads.

"Meow." I think it's not a big problem, but a good thing.

Bruce has so much going on in his head that it's nice to let it go once in a while.

Especially helpful for physical and mental health.

Bruce didn't think so. In fact, the feeling of blankness made him a little annoyed, but it was not a big problem. It was all planned, and he had expected this situation before going out.

So he took out his mobile phone and started working secretly.

Natch: ...

Looking back, not only Tim was working on his laptop, but even Jason, who was going to bathe ZKR in the bathroom, there was no sound for a while, and the sound of water continued, and Naqi began to suspect that the bathroom was about to flood .

So Natchy got through the small window, squeezed to the side of Tim's thigh, just nestled on the edge of the passenger seat, and said "meow~" at Dick.

"Meow~" It's not easy for you.

Dick smiled and rubbed the kitten's head.

"It's going to be a great trip, trust me, I have a hunch."

Natch was deeply skeptical.

It is only after 7 o'clock in the morning, and they have just set off for a while.This group of people either pecked at each other or twittered blindly, and now they went to work separately.It is hard for the little black cat to imagine how to spend the next journey.

It decided to snuggle into Bruce's arm and sleep for a while.

What woke Natch was the sound of arguing.

The car has come to a complete stop.

Damian is questioning indifferently: "Why do you stop as soon as you say?"

"Please? This is a rest stop. If we don't have lunch here, we'll have to drive for another two hours!" Tim's voice sounded a little higher, obviously not understanding the brain circuits of his brothers.

"Go to the driveway restaurant to buy a takeaway and it will be solved."

Going to the lounge to eat meant their car would be turned off, and Jason didn't want to leave ZKR alone in the RV without air conditioning at all.

"There's the Faceless Owl, and it's not alone," Dick persuaded. "That store you just voted for doesn't have a drive-thru."

Jason still protested: "You're going to use your power of choice to stop us? Huh?"

"It's not a 'choice', is it? It's just to solve the lunch problem." Dick hesitated and looked at Bruce.

"Dick went to the lounge to buy takeaways." Bruce made a decision, "In order to prevent being recognized, others should try not to leave the car."

"I said, why can't I go down?" Jason protested.

He didn't want to leave ZKR alone in the car, but that didn't mean he would obey the "Do not leave" order.

When Dick was a child, it was not the era of information explosion, and there were not many paparazzi. When he grew up, he ran away immediately, without giving the media a chance to chase him, so that most people didn't know that he was Wayne's first adopted son.

Jason is the same at this point.

The two of them are not the same as "Tim Little President Drake" and "Damian Master Bear Wayne".

Few people know and are not afraid of being recognized.

Bruce glanced at him sideways: "It's enough for one person to buy food."

A fidgety Batman is showing his great control.

They just went out, and everyone didn't really let go, and they were really suppressed by Bruce for a while.

Dick shrugged, resigned to his fate and got out of the car to buy takeaway.

Natchy, whose eyes were still half open, yawned again and climbed onto the steering wheel.There is a big plastic cup next to the driver's seat, and there is only a thin layer of clear water in it. Xiko has been spinning in it for a while, and now he swam onto the steering wheel and rolled it.

The big-headed little snake and Naqi looked at the rest station hall in front. The almost completely transparent floor-to-ceiling glass completely showed the situation of the hall, and they could clearly see inside.

It looks like a huge supermarket, with shops inside and various fast food restaurants in a circle, and the area near the glass outside is the dining and resting area.

Some people were lying on the bench and resting, while others were eating quickly and leaving in a hurry.

Dick bought hamburgers for five to go, extra fried chicken and extra-large fries, and two chicken tenders.

He wasn't idle either, and while waiting for the meal, he chatted with the waitress next to him for some reason, and when he was picking up the meal, the other side stuffed the paper bag with a napkin and a note at the same time.

Natch swears it definitely saw a note.

"Grayson." Damian leaned over the small window and let out a disgusted "tsk".

By the time Dick got back in the driver's seat, Bruce had already started flipping the TV pointlessly with the remote.

"Fish chops, chicken chops, pork chops, pork pies." Dick sent burgers of different flavors through the small window one by one. "You guys share the Coke and Sprite, and leave me a bottle of orange juice." Then he climbed into the car by himself.

Jason: "You didn't buy wine?"

Dick: "We have to change shifts, Little Wing, you don't expect me to drive alone, do you?" Although he can indeed drive for more than ten hours in a row, it's not necessary, there are so many people in the car.

"Ever driven an RV or a minivan?" Dick asked Tim.

"Is hitting into the wall count?" Tim shook his head blankly, "Theoretically, I would." Just pay attention to space and distance measurement, not a big problem.

Damian was taking out the steak from Jason's Burger, muttering, "Why didn't you ask me?"

"Tsk, let me do it."

Jason said he refused to hand over his life to others and kicked Damian.

Damian immediately went to get his weapon under the sofa.

At this moment Natch fell down.

These few people have always used beating each other as a powerful weapon to exchange feelings. If there is no conflict, they will deliberately create conflicts. In any case, they will fight every few days.

The little black cat who still wanted to have lunch skillfully stopped among them and let out a "meow" cry: I want to fry small fish steaks.

A war successfully dissipates before it begins.

"I work the night shift," Bruce said.

Dick looked at Bruce, blinked his eyes, and got Bruce's puzzled gaze. The two looked at each other for a moment, and Dick smiled: "The first night will definitely not be on the road for a long time, don't worry."

Jason, who took over, gnawed off the hamburger, went to the driver's seat with a Coke in his mouth, and stuffed Siko's cup into the fixed position of the co-pilot's water cup.

Siko stared at him sadly for a while, then turned his head away.

The car started and continued to pick up the road to the east.

Dick began to fiddle with the oven.

"Are you going to blow us up? Grayson." Damian was instantly alert.

"I'm going to make cookies, come here to help, baby bird." Dick smiled and waved the tools in his hand, "This is Ah Fu's exclusive recipe."

Bruce gets up and goes around behind the bar to make coffee.

The space here is limited, just enough for adults to turn around, and he doesn't dislike it. After hanging his coat aside, Bruce, who is only wearing a shirt and vest, looks like a very expensive bartender.

Or is it called a bartender?

Natch doesn't quite understand the job distribution of humans.

It beeps: "Meow." Tim is still on coffee week.

Tim petrified.

"Let's spare him this time." Bruce said with a smile, he prepared coffee for 5 people, and put a small saucer of milk froth for Nach, and pushed it in front of the little black cat.

"Meow?" Are you bribing me?

Naqi squatted on the narrow bar, reserved and dignified.

Bruce laughed and added another layer without saying a word.

Natch: ...

He lowered his head and licked, and didn't worry about the coffee anymore.

"Wow, he actually bribed Natch for you." Dick elbowed Tim.

Tim almost poured the whole bag of sugar in.

"Huh? Who knows."

It does feel a little odd, as if Batman suddenly intends to be a real father, not a so-called guide.But Tim never bothers with that, as long as he can get coffee.

Of course, black coffee is out of the question.

Bruce prepared a latte, and there was only one glass per person.

He poured another glass of pure milk, inserted a straw and pushed it in front of ZKR.

Bai Chai flicked his tail.

Dick passed the coffee, and Tim, the co-pilot, shouldered the heavy responsibility and helped Jason pick up a cup and put it in the special cup place next to the driver's seat.

At this time, Siko has been taken behind by Dick.

Jason glanced at the bat-shaped latte art in the cup, and couldn't help teasing: "It seems that you won't starve to death even if Wayne goes bankrupt."

Bruce raised his eyebrows: "I can also take a detour to inherit the League of Assassins and continue to be your boss."

Jason:  …

What a sad story.

The smell of cookies spread in the car.

Naqi was squatting in front of the oven, looking in close to the transparent glass, and saw the bat-shaped yellow biscuits inside, watching their edges gradually stained with caramel brown.

The little black cat licked the tip of its nose.

The milk foam is fluffy and sweet, the cookies are crispy and delicious, and full of milk fragrance.

Natch bit off the bat's head in one bite.

The birds were happy to eat one by one, but they didn't know who they were thinking when they bit off the wings of the bats.

Dick stuck his hand through the small window and stuffed three cookies into Jason's mouth in one go.

"How is your skill?"

"It seems that poison can't kill people." Jason chewed calmly, squinted his eyes and looked at the exit sign in the distance, "Continue east, we are going to take the trail." He slowed down the speed of the car, giving others time to choose, "Go east." Bruce didn't hesitate.

They are a group of people who are not afraid of robbery and ghosts, so there is no place they can't go.

So Jason turned the steering wheel a little to the left and left the main road.

The road narrowed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"It's still a two-way traffic lane." Jason showed admiration.

Tim poked his head to look at the road below. The road was very narrow, and two small cars could barely stand side by side. However, there was no line drawn on the entire road, and there were no common drainage ditches on both sides. It was directly surrounded by dense forests. I don't know how Jason recognized that it was a two-way street.

"Are we going into the mountains?" Tim took the time to look up and turned on the GPS. "The navigation shows that there is no way here."

"Standard horror movie opening." Dick laughed.

"Meow?" Horror movie?

"Tsk, ignore him." Damian hugged Naki over, "Playing games?"

"Meow~" play~

The sky quickly darkened, and Jason turned on the headlights.

At around seven o'clock in the evening, Dick baked bread, and they pulled over to simply settle the dinner, and then changed to Bruce and continued to drive, while Dick took the co-pilot.

The road behind is not very easy to drive, the bumps are obvious, and Tim, who has been looking at his laptop, has been motion sick, and he is lying on the back with a paralyzed face.

Natch crouched on his chest and looked down.

"No, thank you, I'm fine and don't need treatment." Tim declined tactfully.

"Isn't there a motel up there?" Dick said suddenly, "How about we stay here tonight?"

The others looked at this dilapidated motel with two dilapidated vans from different origins parked at the door, and fell silent.

Leaving aside why there is a hotel in such a place, the atmosphere alone is not quite right.

Look at Dick, he seems quite excited.

Fine.

If something goes wrong, it should be done for the people.

The Bat family was fearless and stopped directly to get off.

Bruce glanced at the time, it was only past nine o'clock in the evening, just like Dick said, tonight's night road didn't last long.

Just in case, Bruce left the little animals in the car, basking in the sun for a day. The reserve power reserve is sufficient, which can support the air conditioner to run at the lowest power overnight, which is enough for them to use.

"If there is anything wrong, please contact us in time."

Bruce exhorted.

The four little animals nodded obediently.