[Comprehensive Britain and the United States] Gotham is a master of women's clothing

Arkham is growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, to be more precise: it is expanding.

Ever since he gained some freedom in the Batcave, Arkham has been wriggling around, devouring all filth and waste. It is like a giant garbage dump that never rejects anyone who comes and works without complaint, which made Alfred very happy. After getting permission from his master, he started to walk Arkham up and down.

Among other things, it is definitely easier to use than a sweeping robot.

I don’t know what kind of model Little Arkham’s digestive system is. It doesn’t even have a single bacterium left on its body. Small meatballs grow into giant meatballs.

In fact, it is not particularly large, just the kind with a 1X1 unit of meters.

A huge half-person-high big meatball, the kind that is still wriggling.

Red Robin was suffocating continuously. Even if the old butler praised Arkham to the sky, he still couldn't accept this aesthetic. He kept as far away as possible every time, holding words Ben taught Arkham to spell.

It's been a week.

Red Robin doesn't quite remember how long he learned language skills when he was a baby, and whether his parents tortured him and wanted to bang his head against the wall, but he thought that he must not be like Arkham, otherwise he would not be able to grow up alive.

Over the past week, Arkham's progress has been straightforward and bald.

"Fu, fu ~ Fack!!!"

Yes, Arkham can already speak.

And some words are particularly smooth, the pronunciation is not so good, the consciousness expressed is absolutely clear.

Red Robin lowered his head and wiped his face in pain.

day!

He is only 16 years old!

Why torture him with such a difficult matter as breastfeeding a child? ? ?

Red Robin, who is not yet an adult, feels that his spirit has been greatly persecuted.

Moreover, I don't know if it's because Arkham, a bastard, has noticed the status of the family. It never does things with the old butler, and it will never swear in front of the old butler.

Then look at the little red bird, what's there?

It doesn't matter if it starts with F and ends with K.

What "BottomMan", "Bat–freak", "Batsy" and a series of "hee hee hee hee hee" all followed!

I'm afraid this is not the rhythm of being beaten to death by Batman!

"It's really not what I taught." The little red bird was weak.

As a shadow in the dark, Batman really doesn't care what the people around him call him, whether it's "Bat Cake" or "Sweetheart Bat", or the group of crazy "little bats" in Arkham. The name "Batman" has a lot of opinions. It is necessary to give him another unique nickname to call him. Even the superman in the next city has to call the abbreviation "B" to live.

Batman doesn't really have a problem either.

For him, any title is just a simple symbol, a symbol of the knight in the dark.

That group of people can be called whatever they like, and if a change of name can make them fight a little bit more to their liking, Batman has never cared about the sacrifice.

But that's all there is to it.

Looking at the swaying meatballs with a dark face and shouting: "Batsy~~~", Batman silently modified his schedule and increased the priority of visiting the Arkham Mental Hospital by a large margin.

Forget about the people of the Justice League, Arkham must first rectify.

"Ah~Muum~~" Arkham called Batman.

Batman, who usually licks him more or less, only gave him a "quiet me" look this time.

The very innocent little Arkham shook himself hard, obviously not understanding what his dear bat was in low pressure.

"You seem to be getting along well."

Gotham sighed.

A black bat shadow skims over Gotham.Hooking the gargoyle with a rope gun, Batman, who was whirling through the night sky, paused in thought. He looked sideways at the tall building next to him, and found Gotham's skirt fluttering lightly, just on the edge of the top building , as if it might fall at any time.

26 seconds later Batman landed on the other side of the tall building.

Standing still, Batman looks at Gotham.

He has already beaten up all the "old friends" in Arkham, but those accumulative addressing habits cannot be changed with a single beating. So far, the effect has been minimal, making Batman feel depressed every day. Every night they beat up Gotham's street gangsters, crying for their parents and calling for their mothers every day, and their lives are miserable.

"Is something wrong?" Still low pressure.

Gotham seemed to be amused: "You know? You're almost crying."

hiss--!

Red Robin, who was gliding past behind him, trembled and almost hit his head on the outer wall of the tall building opposite.

"There seems to be a situation at the port. I'll go over the bat first. Don't worry, I can handle it myself." Red Robin decided to run away for his own safety.

Batman didn't want to pay attention to Gotham. He found out that this guy's personality is simply sick. He is a typical person who can shine with just a look.

Unlike the situation in Arkham, it seems that Gotham has grown fully and no longer needs extra care when he was young. Under the same premise that his spirit is linked, Batman can know Arkham's status as long as he wants to. Every move or even a tiny thought can't spy on Gotham.

Batman can't understand what Gotham is doing, but any investigations on Gotham are bound to fall into Gotham's eyes, so he chooses to ask directly: "Before I cry, why don't you explain what you're doing? "

What is Gotham doing?

Gotham was just laughing.

He didn't want to answer so quickly.Fortunately, Gotham is quiet enough tonight, and Batman can afford to wait.

"Didn't you discover your strengths?" Gotham's voice was low and hallucinatory. When he asked a question with a smile, probably only Batman could refuse to answer.

So Gotham himself went on to say, "No matter what the perpetrator says to you... to put it bluntly, no matter how much someone teases you, you can follow it naturally. You know? That's great, you're like It is a liqueur chocolate, a bit bitter but very mellow."

Speaking of this, Gotham also seemed to feel a little bit of incredulity, vague and sticky eyes gliding over Batman, from the pointed ears to the corners of the cloak that looked like sharp claws.

"It's dark and scary to look at, but it tastes delicious. Oh dear, you're sweet."

Gotham's eyes are always full of charm, and there is a hint of danger in the ambiguity. When he walks in, no matter who he is, he can only become a cub in the trap, fearful and overwhelmed, with a hint of danger. Hope to look up.

"...can you make him shut up?" Little Red Bird said that he was about to shed his hair.

What did he do wrong?Where's Dick?Where's Damian?Why is he the one who suffers here?

Batman was unimpressed.

Isn't it just being teased?Ye Yi was also ridden by the Harley Quinn, but it was fine afterwards.

Batman was silent.

Gotham, who didn't get a reply, just shrugged slightly: "Arkham has grown up a lot, right? Take me to see it."

"I thought I lived in Gotham." Batman replied coldly with an affirmative sentence.

Gotham was a little puzzled, but soon understood.Batman has never paid attention to other people's privacy rights, and on the contrary, he is also prepared to be watched by others at any time.

"I respect you, my knight." Gotham whispered.

Little Red Bird couldn't stand the hoarse voice anymore, and silently turned down the internal voice a lot. He was trying to control his jumping thoughts, refusing to imagine how Gotham gathered those skirts, trying to make his own The dresses were all folded and tucked into the cramped passenger seat of the Batmobile.

God, isn't this really a horror story?

The little red bird, which started to shed its fur, fell back to the bat cave first, and found that the old housekeeper happened to be walking Arkham to this place.

This little Arkham really likes the red robin bird very much. When he saw the little red bird, he immediately wriggled happily. In the past, he threw Red Robin under his body.

Tim, who was out of breath for a moment, finally remembered this familiar blow.

"I think we should introduce Clayface to Arkham." The red robin tweeted with difficulty.

The old housekeeper who was watching the play showed a kind smile, and said with a slightly depressed tone: "Mud face? It sounds like it can be added to Arkham's recipe."

Every time he fights Mudface, Batman's equipment will become horrible, and the old housekeeper can be said to have a long-standing grudge.

Tim choked.

Just pretend he didn't say anything, since Batman would never agree anyway.

speak up.

Arkham looks a bit disgusting, but it feels really good to the touch. It is as clean as a sterile room. The surface is smooth and elastic, as if it tastes very good. Those horrible blue veins and blood vessels are actually the texture of silicone. , and the weight is not heavy, it feels more like a huge piece of plasticine.

After being pushed forcibly a few times, the little red bird realized that she was getting used to it.

look!Now he is too lazy to gossip, and he can actually hold Arkham in his arms!Also habitually masturbating!

"Puff~~" Arkham squirmed happily.

Ok.

Little Red Bird resigned to her fate and closed her eyes, deciding to give up struggling.

When Batman led Gotham into the Batcave, he saw this indescribable scene: on the edge of the wriggling happy mass, he could barely see the tip of the wings belonging to the little red bird, and he was feeling nothing. The loose ones, and the whole bird?It's all under Arkham's body.

The kind Arkham also knew to wriggle in a little fresh air from time to time for the little red bird under him to breathe.

If it weren't for the old butler standing calmly watching, Batman would jump up and beat someone.

"Get up." Of course, it's not much better now.

The little red bird struggled to stretch out a paw from under Arkham and waved it, clearly expressing his powerlessness.

In terms of weight, Arkham is indeed not heavy, but such a big lump of plasticine can't be just pushed away, maybe the omnipotent Batman can?

The little red bird thought with a wooden face.

Anyway, I can't do it myself.

"It's about to be born." Gotham stood with an umbrella and sighed, "Sure enough, it was right to put him here with you, and you raised him very well."

Batman, who doesn't know what he raised and what he did, even if he was raised, expressed his doubts.

"He wasn't born yet?"

Gotham laughed and poked Arkham with the tip of his umbrella, watching him roll into a corner with a small scream.

"It's just an egg."

The three humans present fell silent together.

Feel sorry?

What does your egg look like? ? ?

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Red Robin: Batman.

Arkham tilted his head: Batema?

Red Robin: ...Bat, Batman

Arkham had a sudden epiphany: Bottomman!

master:? ? ?

Red Robin: I'm not!I don't!

Red Robin: Why do you learn this kind of words so quickly? !

Arkham: Because they're all talking. 【Innocent.JPG】

So the master decided to visit Arkham for a little night.

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cough cough.

The best of the many nicknames for the old man is BattyCake.But that's Firestorm screaming, Arkham can't learn hahahahahaha~~~~~

Some words may be used strangely, because it is said that the word Aimei cannot be used, so try to replace ing...

At this time, I found that my vocabulary is really lacking...