Is Zongyingmei superhero raising monsters today?

This breakfast is surprisingly good, at least its appearance matches its taste, except for the glass of milk.He looked at it with disgust, while the opposite of the alfalfa drank with relish, and narrowed his eyes in satisfaction.Tsk, it really is a cub that hasn't been weaned yet.

He put the untouched milk beside the clover, pretending nothing happened.Children should drink more milk than adults. "I plan to go out to do some errands alone later, alone." He emphasized being alone again.

Clover looked at him ignorantly, emphasizing what to do, wouldn't she be disobedient a few times (guilty), she nodded obediently.But obviously, it was difficult for a clover who already had a criminal record to win Jason's trust.

"I want to give you a task." Jason said, "The man in the basement, I need you to keep an eye on him." Since every time she is left alone, she will try her best to keep up, so give her a simple task. Could the task stop her behavior?

Clover's downcast expression instantly became clear, "I will definitely look at him seriously." She saluted Jason nondescriptly.

"Then I'll leave it to you." He rubbed Clover's soft hair, put on his coat and walked out the door.

When the door closed, Clover suddenly remembered that Jason hadn't drunk his milk yet.She poked at the glass, maybe he was trying to avoid drinking milk and then ran away.Clover made an unreliable guess.

She took another breakfast from the microwave in the kitchen and put Jason's untouched milk on the plate.She carefully carried the plate and walked to the basement, fearing that the milk would be spilled.

Tim, who was tied up, sensitively heard that the light and soft footsteps were definitely not the guy with the red hood, but probably his cub.However, he was bold enough to put him and the child in a room alone.

Plate and table tapped lightly, and Clover walked over to Tim and took the satin off his eyes.Small palms were placed over his eyes, blocking the dim light in the basement.After a few minutes, she slowly moved her hand away, and Tim's blue eyes were fixed on Clover.

He had never seen a child raised by Red Hood, and although surveillance occasionally recorded the two of them, Clover was buried in Red Hood's coat most of the time, with blurred faces.

He scrutinized Clover's appearance carefully. His dark purple hair looked like fine silk satin, carefully woven into a beautiful pattern, his fair face was covered with baby fat, and he wore a skirt like an improved kimono.Most eye-catching, though, were the cat shades, which were out of step with the ensemble.It rested on Clover's nose, covering most of her face and her amethyst-like eyes.

Clover tilted her head and smiled without haze, "Your eyes are so beautiful, like beautiful sapphires. I always feel that many people I meet recently have blue eyes." She rubbed the mat on Tim Mao Mao, the Xiongxiong doll under him, "With Xiongxiong by my side, did you have a good dream?"

Tim was silent for a moment, let alone sleeping, the guy with the red hood actually stayed in the basement all night, looking at him with creepy eyes, he thought he was going to die.

"Well, it seems that there is not. But yes, the basement is so cold that you can't sleep." She pointed to the breakfast next to her, "Do you want to eat? I also made one for you."

Tim looked at the breakfast that looked pretty good, not to mention whether it would be poisoned, but judging by the reaction of the red hood, is this breakfast really edible?

Clover seemed to see his hesitation, thinking he was worried that the sandwich was poisoned, "Don't worry, there is no poison in the sandwich, do you want me to break a piece and eat it for you to see?" She tilted her head, looked at Tim.

Tim knew that the Red Hood was still useful if he kept him. What he wanted to deal with was Batman, and there was nothing more threatening than keeping Robin in his hands.Of course, it doesn't rule out that he just wants to stimulate Batman, so killing him can stimulate Batman's tense mental state again.

"Even if I want to eat, I can't help it." He gestured to Clover to look at his tightly bound arms, and he couldn't pick up the sandwich at all.

"It seems to be right." Clover looked around the basement and found the handcuffs from the tool rack.Handcuffs should be better than ropes, "Then wait a minute." She ran to the tool rack, tiptoed to reach the handcuffs on the upper shelf of the tool rack.The wings of the butterfly unfolded illusoryly, and she easily got the handcuffs from a high place.

Tim almost thought he saw it wrong, the huge butterfly wings spread out behind the alfalfa, with gorgeous and complicated patterns.Is this the child's special ability?Or does it represent her inhuman identity?Knowing that there are angels and demons in this world, he was not too surprised.In the drowsy basement, the air is filled with the faint fragrance of flowers, the bound human teenagers and the pure elves in handcuffs, all these are weird and wonderful.

"Click." The steel handcuffs were cold and cold, and they dutifully locked the restrained teenager.Clover lowered his head and carefully studied Jason's complicated knots.She didn't care how close she was to Tim, so close that Tim could just pin her to the ground if he wanted to fight.

The fragile neck was unreservedly exposed in front of him, her unsuspecting made Tim click his tongue, the red hood looked like an old fox guy, a guy who was familiar with Gotham maps, proficient in various weapons, and even a little cunning People, they would actually raise a little girl who didn't know anything about the accident and was innocent and ignorant.Either this child really doesn't know anything and is stupid, or she is very confident in her own strength and doesn't care about his resistance at all.

At present, Tim is more inclined to the first type. This child has been hostile or malicious towards him from the beginning. She is just very curious, just like she didn't know what the Red Hood did in Gotham. What.As for Red Hood, even though he said that he would not do anything to him, he could clearly feel his dislike for him, but this disgust was not completely aimed at him, as he himself said, It's an implication.Because he resented Batman, but it's not accurate to describe it with resentment alone.

"It's untied." She untied the rough rope round and round, and Tim's hands were bloodshot and sore from the day of binding, "Hoohoo, it doesn't hurt." She touched his slightly cold fingertips On the wound, the lavender halo gently relieved his soreness, and now there was not even a little red mark on his arm.

Tim felt the fatigue from last night's night patrol gone, and he felt refreshed.Is this a magical child?Although Tim hasn't been a Robin for a long time, he also knows something about magic testing.According to Batman, magic is power acquired at a certain price, something that cannot be used unless it is absolutely necessary.

This is probably the reason why Red Hood took in this child. She can heal wounds, and this ability is simply a cheat against the sky when used in battle.That's right, if you think about it, how could he, a gangster, suddenly adopt a child, but if he had other plans, it would make sense.

"Okay, now you can have breakfast." Clover put the plate in front of Tim.

If untying the rope can be explained by her confidence in her own strength, then what is the reason for healing his wound?Tim (severely suspicious) decides to gamble, and he bites into the sandwich.The half-boiled egg yolk soaks the ham and sandwiches, which tastes very good.At least, it wasn't as bad as he imagined.

"How is it?" She looked at Tim expectantly, the glasses hidden behind her glasses widening nervously.

"It's not bad." It's much better than the occasional morning meeting and no time to eat the breakfast Alfred randomly ordered when he prepared breakfast.

"Let me just say it~" She seemed very happy to hear the compliment, "It's obviously delicious, but my brother said the taste is so-so, isn't this a blow to my self-confidence." She complained to Tim.

Maybe, the problem wasn't her breakfast.Tim looked at the child in front of him who seemed to be only seven or eight years old.

Parents, don't worry about such a delicate little elf fiddling with kitchen knives?She is completely different from the struggling children in Gotham's quagmire. She is lively and cheerful, like a tireless little sun that radiates light.

"By the way, you still drink your milk." She tapped on the untouched glass.

Tim choked, completely unaware that he would be punished by drinking milk if he was caught. "Can I have a cup of coffee, the condensed kind." He tried to make a dying struggle, trying to get rid of the fate of drinking milk.

"No." Alfalfa said firmly, "According to the book, drinking milk or honey water in the morning is the best for your health, but drinking espresso is harmful to your health." She had a stern face, serious and Tim said.

Tim gulped down the milk with a grim face, as if he had completed some difficult task.He had never seen such a strange captivity.Except that tying people up is very in line with the requirements of imprisonment, other places are a little weird.For example, there will be a big bear when sleeping, the reason is that the prisoner will have nightmares, there will be a rich breakfast in the morning, and the cook will stop his bad living habits.

The handcuffs gave him great freedom of movement, a bondage as well as a weapon.If the other party was just an ordinary criminal, he would probably roll over and strangle the man unconscious with the chains of the handcuffs.But it happened to be a child, an ignorant little girl.

He thought silently, if he escaped like this, how would this child be treated?Would Red Hood put the kid in this cell instead of him?After spending only a few hours with the red hood, he found that the man was moody and seemed to have mental problems.No one knew if the kid would be able to get away with it once he was gone, if those bright eyes would be stained with the gloom of Gotham.