Bat family's cub is lost

Jason, who just had a big fight, Tim, who received a Batman-like education as soon as he got home, Dick, who was jointly and severally responsible for not being optimistic about his brother, plus being in a bad mood and being held down by Ah Fu Bruce, who was drinking milk, and the Bat family didn't have any good expressions. They watched the young man hugging and flirting with the girl on the monitor with a straight face, and finally got into a luxury car and left together.

The four left without saying a word from the beginning to the end. After a while, they all met in front of the monitoring screen wearing equipment and continued to be silent.

Dick finally couldn't take it anymore and broke the scene, "I said, we can't all follow, there must be someone in charge of follow-up support. Don't continue the dumb activities, Batman, where's your PlanA-Z?"

"I'll go alone," Bruce put on his helmet after having changed his equipment to a size bigger and fit better, his voice hoarse and low under the effect of the voice changer.

Jason put on his precious red helmet, "cut" and said, "I don't have to listen to you now." Tim asked him in a low voice, "You really don't think about changing your helmet style? He looks It's kind of like a signal light, or a motorcycle helmet." In exchange for Jason's fierce sentence, "Shut up."

"Jason, don't be awkward."

"Huh?" Jason let out a strange voice angrily, "Old man, are you out of your wits and making trouble? Me? I'm not the idiot I used to be who wanted to go out with you all day to watch the night. Take your disgust away. Tone, you're not Bruce sweetheart right now."

"Jason." Bruce looked at him for a while, and finally took a step back, "When I have an idea, you will all know these things, I promise. And the things between us, about your running away from home, Can we talk when I get back?" His hand landed on Jason's shoulder and patted it.

"Who cares?" Jason waved his hand away, and ran away without looking back.Dick looked at his back and couldn't help but look at Tim, both of them saw smiles in each other's eyes.

"Cough," he cleared his throat, "do you really not need our help?"

"No need," Bruce turned his attention to the vehicle that was still in motion under surveillance, and he had already listed a dozen possible destinations in his mind based on its running route. "Tonight may be dangerous, or it may be just a reminiscence."

His words made Dick and Tim's hearts tighten, and their expressions became serious.

"If something happens, I need you to contact GGPD and all the heroes you can contact as soon as possible, requesting help to evacuate Gotham residents and block the entire Gotham City."

The car stopped in front of a manor, and the craftsman got out of the car with lipstick marks on his face and walked into the manor.As soon as they entered the door, the two couldn't wait to stick together.Ties, crinolines on skirts, bits and pieces of jewelry, coats, and high-heeled shoes were thrown from the door to the bed in the bedroom on the second floor.

The two fell into the soft bed, the girl had already taken off her thin inner lining, the craftsman's clothes were still in good condition, but the waistband of her trousers had been torn off and thrown on some stairs.

"This is really crazy, Mr. Patrick." The girl blushed and looked at the handsome man leaning on her, with green eyes shining like the finest gems.The sweat from eroticism wet her forehead hair and the only clothes on her body, and the white lining looked almost transparent, full of indescribable temptation.

Mr. Patrick, the pseudonym the craftsman told her, and the girl believed it without the slightest hesitation.Maybe she doesn't care what the craftsman's name is, the key is that he is handsome enough and rich enough.

"Really?" The craftsman's voice was hoarse, and his eyes were full of smiles. "There will be more crazy ones." He straightened up, put his hands on the edge of his jacket, and was about to take off his jacket.The corner of the black clothes was lifted to reveal the smooth inner abdominal muscles, and then up——

When the half-taken black coat covered his sight, there was a sound of metal clashing next to his ears, and the craftsman let go of his hand to let the clothes fall, and he landed briskly on the carpet as if flipping sideways.He patted his chest and said with a smile on his face: "It's so dangerous, I almost died. Both this lady and the gentleman outside are too rough."

The girl who was shy just now now has a ferocious face, red eyes, staring at the craftsman.Just at the craftsman's feet lay a dagger and a batart nailed to the floor.Just when his sight was blocked, the girl took out a dagger from her thigh and stabbed the craftsman without hesitation, trying to open him, but the batarang that came suddenly knocked her dagger into the air.

That's the way it is.

The craftsman covered his eyes as if he couldn't bear to look any more, and lamented: "Please forgive me, I still want to remember your beautiful appearance before, and your current appearance is compared with before," he suddenly made a grimace, and said coldly : "It's really disgusting."

There was a light sound from the balcony of the bedroom, and then a big bat slammed into the glass door and fell in.

"If possible, I hope you can walk through the door next time," the craftsman smirked. "Although I can afford the maintenance fee, it is completely avoidable."

Batman didn't say a word, while guarding against the craftsman, he cast his eyes on the girl who was still staring at the craftsman, "Magic?"

"No, it's a demon."

The neglected girl suddenly charged at the craftsman with a "whoosh", and her sharp nails scratched his shirt.

"Hey, will you pay for the clothes in the future?" The craftsman sideways avoided her next attack, and said without nervousness, "How did your nails grow so long all of a sudden, can this be learned? Girls may want to learn it, which is good news for nail lovers."

The girl didn't know if she was still conscious, but after a "friendly chat" with the craftsman, she obviously became more irritable.It was faster and more aggressive, and it split the bedside table in half with a grab.

"This is so expensive," the craftsman exclaimed, while running around the room, jumping up and down to avoid the girl's attack.Every time it looked dangerous and dangerous, but in fact, except for the scratch on the clothes at the beginning, no one was hurt anywhere.

"Mr. Black Paint who has been watching, don't you plan to do something?"

Mr. Black Paint: "I don't know anything about demons."

"Maybe you can find someone who knows this guy better?" The craftsman ran past Batman again, gliding the girl with all her teeth and claws.

"You don't look like you need help."

"Of course I need it," the craftsman rushed to him, turned his head to avoid the girl's claws, and said while dodging, "Look at my clothes, and then look at my ruined messy house, as I am suffering from huge property losses. Victims, the Dark Knight is not planning to lend a helping hand?"

Batman looked down at him slightly, paused for a while and said, "No plan."

"Okay," the craftsman put his backhand on the girl's forehead and used her on the bed. He fixed her hands on top of her head with one hand, and his legs were tightly restrained by him. No matter how hard the girl struggled, she couldn't overthrow him. go out.

"Quiet!" He reprimanded softly, closing his eyes slowly.Under Batman's gaze, there was a red light coming out from under the palm of the craftsman pressing on the girl's forehead. It was very subtle at first, and then the red light became more intense.

The craftsman opened his eyes suddenly, "Come out," he raised his hand and clenched his fist fiercely, and he pulled out the black misty body from the girl's body, and it began to reveal its ugly appearance as soon as it hit the air.

The demon roared and howled in his hands, struggling continuously trying to pounce on the craftsman and bite off the throat of the craftsman. The craftsman took a disgusted look and threw it into the mirror that he found out from nowhere.

"Phew," the craftsman clapped his hands with a tired look, turned over and sat on the bed, raised his eyes to look at Batman, "You ran here and didn't do anything, what are you planning to do? "

"To determine your danger, and to ask you some questions." Batman took out a piece and threw it to his hand. "Tell me the story of this pocket watch."

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