[Comprehensive British and American] Shoebill stork is passing by

God knows how fast Damian drove. Stark had just entered New York City and was in a daze on the main road that turned into a parking lot. The AI ​​at home sent a congratulatory message: "Sir, Robin smashed the door and entered."

Stark: "...This is on your account." Refers to Brucey, the co-pilot.

"To change the color of the hanging garden, the scheme is 'Shoebill B00'." He said to the AI ​​at home, "Daidai has circled twice, so it is easy to be spotted and take a video, so call it home first. "

"As you wish, Sir." The AI ​​agreed.

Soon, the gray-black-blue figure hovering in the sky flew towards Stark Tower.

The long-term training allowed Daidai to remember that color. Once he saw the other party, it was like seeing a dinosaur fish, flying much faster than when chasing a car.

In the blink of an eye, the big bird landed on the sky garden, and the AI ​​released the dinosaur fish in the "stream". The dinosaur fish, which was a little hypoxic, immediately came to the surface of the water and was stunned.

Quickly tossed down a big dinosaur fish, the fish was briefly stuck in the middle of the throat, and quickly broke through the barrier smoothly and entered the stomach of the whalebill stork.

Only then did Daidai raise his head to look around.

Saw the broken glass door.

Dadai quietly poked his head in through the gap.

The glass of the Stark Tower is made of a special structure, bulletproof, heat-insulated and reflective on one side, and if it is smashed, it will not be splashed, but will directly become a pile of small pieces, which will not hurt people bird.

The room was dark, and Stark's building did not turn on the lights for the last intruder until the entrance of the shoebill was detected, and the lighting system of the hall was opened.

"Welcome home, Dazed." AI said the welcome words.

"Da." Dadai responded by flapping his wings.

Shoebill still likes this little friend who can’t find its shape. The other party will feed it, and will help it turn on and off lights, open and close doors, but unfortunately, I have never known what this AI looks like. Your own inner world shapes it.

As a bird, Daidai does not have the powerful creativity of humans, and cannot define an image of a nothingness out of thin air.

What do you look like?

The shoebill tilted its head, as if thinking about this question.

"Stay."

The familiar call interrupted the Shoebill's thinking.

Left and right in a daze, Kangkang found the Robin bird hiding behind the potted plant in the corner, completely hidden in the shadow. It didn't see the bird, but the corner of the yellow cloak that the other party deliberately left out of the shadow .

"Da da~!" Da Mian~!

He trotted over blankly and kissed Damian.

Its head alone was as long as two-thirds of Damian's, so that the little kid turned over and sat down against the wall.

"Playing outside for so long, huh?" Damian pinched the stork's big mouth with both hands and choked it.Dadai just tried to turn his head away with some guilt, but he immediately snapped it back, "Don't you miss me?!"

The little kid is angry!

Damian hummed loudly.

Recently, Dadai, who is more and more able to take care of children, took the initiative to lean forward, gently arched Damian's face with his big mouth, and made a small "da da..." sound with his mouth, as if talking to Damian softly. Beg for mercy.

Don't be angry.

Da da……

Damao swayed left and right.

Damian: ...

Heart melting.

Damian, who is the ultimate plush control, was quickly defeated.

"Okay, okay, just this time, you have to remember to take the initiative to go home in the future, you know? Even if you don't have to go to Arkham to brush the debuff, you must remember to come to the Batcave."

Damian pinched the head of the Shoebill stork, put his forehead against his forehead, arched his nose between his blank brows, and knocked his chin against its big mouth, and said very seriously.

The two of them looked at each other from a very close distance.

Dadai didn't know why he suddenly blew the hair on his neck.

It seems to feel that if this kind of thing happens again, the human cub in front of it will definitely become angry. Although it won't kill the bird, it will make Gotham bloody and difficult to deal with.

Dazed: ...

Dazed started to be in a daze.

Damian plucked the hair on both sides of its cheeks hard, and the force was well controlled, and it would not be pulled out. It was just a reminder and emphasis.

"Listen. Did you. Have?" Damian asked fiercely

The little boy imitated the bat's throat cancer voice, and he paused for each sound, which sounded like that.

"Da..." Okay, okay...

"Da da..." But this is not something that Daidai can decide...

"Dah." I'll do my best.

Shoebill stork is well-behaved.

A series of "da da da da da" passed, and Damian actually understood it, and soon showed a satisfied expression, and let go of the whalebill's bird face.

"That's about the same, as long as you try your best."

Stark's AI: ...

I really don't know how the two communicate. It's incredible whether people can understand the bird's language or the bird can understand the human language.

AI silently recorded these audios, and was going to play them when Stark returned. Recently, its Sir brainstormed to make a "bird language tutorial", and these passages happened to be included in it.

The AI ​​thinks it's perfectly fine.

Damian took the shoebill stork to sit down on the sofa disguised as a huge crossbar, and began to groom Daidai, take a bath, and clean the corners of the bird's beak.

Check the state of the bird's claws and flight feathers again to ensure that the feathers are healthy and normal, and the cortex between the bird's claws and the foot ring is normal.

"There is no sign of bad wear and tear, very good." Damian whispered while checking, very seriously, "The length of the flight feathers is standard, healthy. Well, not bad, I didn't shed a few feathers this trip, after natural replacement within the range of hair."

AI: ...

Stark, who is in a traffic jam with the AI ​​monitoring: ...

"No, what's the matter with your cub? Does he even know the few feathers on Daidai's body?" Stark couldn't help it, and turned his head to complain to Bruce.

Brucey was languid and listless because of the traffic jam, and he looked out the window with his chin on his back, his blue eyes full of melancholy that had been sunburned.

"Huh?" Brucey turned his head and looked at Stark with innocence in his eyes, "My son? Which one?"

"..." Oh, look at this scumbag.

Stark said in a spitting tone: "The smallest one."

"Peach?"

"...Please choose the answer within the scope of human beings."

"Human range?"

God, he still had to think for a few seconds.Stark held his forehead silently.

Bruce finally came to his senses and asked, "Are you talking about Damian? What happened to him?"

"..." You only heard the first half of what feelings said just now, right?Stark rolled his eyes, and chose to say it again, "Why is that brat Damian so clear about the number of feathers on Daidai's body?"

"As long as conditions permit, he will count various data of Daidai every 3 days, including but not limited to height, weight, number of feathers, length of bird claw nails, etc. There are also eyelids, haw state, beak Cleanliness, changes in body muscle mass, etc.”

Stark gasped.

"Very well, this brat is definitely your son."

This obsessive-compulsive disorder and desire for control are definitely produced by Batman, stamped by Batman himself, there can be no fake.

"...?"

Brucey didn't understand why Stark had a stomachache on his face.

"Your AI must have relevant records."

At this time, the IQ was barely online.

"It's enough for the AI ​​to scan the 'swish', and the records that humans manually flipped through, can that be the same?" Stark's dead duck mouth was stubborn, and he objected with his neck stuck.

Bruce "cut" in a low voice, and his attention was soon attracted to the small shop outside.

"I want to drink milk tea."

Stark poked his head and took a look. It seemed that the milk tea delivery was only ordered by his company's girls. It was said that it was very popular. He also drank it once. It was too sweet.

He didn't mind buying milk tea for Bruce, but the car got stuck in the middle of the road and it was inconvenient for the driver to leave.

"Are you sure you want to drink that?"

"Of course." Bruce was 100% sure.

So Stark called a mech to buy it for him.

With the sound of the shutter and the sound of exclamation, the Iron Mecha bought brown sugar pearl milk tea and carried it to the side of the car. Stark rolled down the window to take the milk tea and handed it to Bruce next to him.

"Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka --!!!" The shutter sounded like a storm.

Brucey inserted the straw into himself, and paused slightly.

"Is that all right?"

Stark: "What?"

"There are a lot of people outside taking pictures, and we may have been photographed." Brucey secretly opened a slit in the car window, and a mobile phone stuck in directly.

Stark commanded the mecha to keep these people away, closed the car windows, and called the NCPD police officers to disperse the crowd to prevent a stampede or aggravate the traffic jam.

"Don't open the door. We're both here, the crowd will go crazy." Stark smiled confidently.

Bruce: "...Okay."

He opened his mouth to bite on the straw, concentrated on sucking up a pearl, chewed it slowly, and actually felt that this kind of milk tea was sweet and delicious.

Stark felt bad when he smelled the fragrance.

In fact, he himself likes sweets, and he especially likes the original flavor of frosted donuts, but the drink requires a bit more bitterness and lightness to neutralize the excessive sweetness.

So bubble tea is never on his drink list.

"Obviously you also like drinking coffee..." Stark murmured in a low voice, "Could it be that Daidai's influence is so comprehensive that even the sense of taste is getting older?"

Think about it carefully, is there really such a possibility?

After all, the sense of taste follows the needs of the brain and body.

Many people like to eat meat and dislike vegetables when they were young. In fact, it is also related to the growth period. When they grow up to a certain age, the body will not be able to metabolize enough, and they will naturally start to like vegetables.

Of course, this self-preservation function is not available to everyone.

Stark doesn't.

His favorite food has not changed since he was a child.

Am I extra specific?

The traffic flow still didn't mean to move, Stark couldn't bear it anymore, watching Brucey quickly finished a cup of milk tea, he simply turned on the AI ​​driver and summoned the second steel mecha.

"I was stupid just now." Stark reflected on himself, "It must be that the debuff on your body has infected me."

Brucey with his nose pointed at: ...?

Blue eyes are cute.

Stark: ...

Two steel mechas were parked outside, Stark went out, chose one of his favorites, and stuffed Brucey into the other mecha.

"They're taking pictures again." Brucey even flashed a clean, white smile on one of the phones.

The one holding the mobile phone was a little girl who almost had a heart attack.

Stark: ...

Stark smiled at the other little girl, successfully "stunning" the target, then turned Bruce's head back and put his mask back on, emphasizing.

"It has autopilot, you don't have to worry about anything."

"Okay." Brucey agreed sullenly in the armor.He paused and said, "Maybe they want autographs? I should give them an autograph, it's so hot outside."

"Thank you for your kindness, but if we can leave as soon as possible, they will naturally be able to go back indoors sooner," Stark entered his steel mecha, and talked to Bruce through the inside line, "Knowing that I Did you see anyone just now?"

"Who?"

"A little reporter from the Daily Planet."

"...?"

"The one you brought to my office last time to review performance."

"Oh him……"

Just as Bruce was about to say "Is that classmate Superman?", his mind suddenly froze, and a strong mental pressure pressed on his nerves, like a vicious curse.

can not say!

Brucey was shocked and came back to his senses.

By the way, some secrets cannot be revealed.

No matter under what circumstances, no matter who came to ask, no matter what happened, he would never say anything.

He remembers this.

"Which little reporter?"

Brucey asked casually, as if he didn't remember any "little reporter" at all.

Bruce was famous, and Stark only thought that he was just teasing people before, but now it is the stage of turning his head and forgetting. He shook his head and sighed, and manipulated the mech to take Brucey to fly to Stark Tower.