[Zhongyingmei] Say you lack treatment

——Wayne Manor——

Jason, who was entrusted with the sacred mission of "taking care of his sister" by Alfred, sat on the sofa and wandered. He didn't forget to put a strong arm around 21, and 21 looked at the biceps that were thicker than her legs. Muscles, nestled in his arms tremblingly, like a little fat bird that could explode at any time.

The system is addicted to the suction bucket, unable to extricate itself, even ignoring the progress bar that is only halfway through, wishing to stay in the mission world to chase the male god: Comrade 21!What are you shaking!quick!Give my delicate and loveless Ertong a loving hug!Look at my poor male god, how wronged he is!

Twenty-one, the only weak member of the Wayne family, dared not speak at all.

The silent Jason looks like a Batman, especially he has a somewhat fierce handsome face, obviously he looks like a quiet and ordinary young man when he is unconscious, but when those dark blue eyes are opened, that There's a dangerous, unchecked aggression that makes him look far more terrifying than even a staid Batman or a calm Nightwing.

In short, it is not an elder model with 21 will favorability UP.

So when Jason finally digested the fact that "he was recognized by Batman", he found that his new sister Laura, the cute and soft little guy next to Dick, had been carefully removed from his arms. Three inches out.

So small, so weak, not only not threatening, it even looks squishy.

Thinking of the old butler's gentle entrustment, Jason brought the little girl back, followed Dick's example, squeezed the baby fat on her face, and stuffed a small cake.

Although Jason is already very tall, 21 still can't convince himself to lean into the arms of a minor, looking at his handsome face with a hint of youthful spirit, it's too shameful.

"……thanks."

The little girl was holding the cupcake, like a chubby little squirrel, gnawed slowly with her puffed cheeks, and from time to time timidly peeked at him with her beautiful water-blue eyes.

Jason looked at his fingertips in a daze, and poked the little girl's soft cheek again in disbelief.

Bruce, why is she so soft?It was as soft as the little cake he handed over!

In fact, this is the first time he has come into contact with a girl of this age. Although Bruce has taken him to a banquet, those ladies in the upper class are always reserved and arrogant. Jason, who is as proud as he is, of course has nothing to do with it. The only other women he can get in touch with are Catwoman and Poison Ivy. It's hard for Jason to find the right way to get along with such a good and soft little guy.

But that didn't stop him from showing off to Dick.

Finally, 21 was fed up without daring to refuse under the persistent feeding of Red Hood.

When Bruce motioned Jason to talk to him in the study, the little girl had tears in her eyes and gave him a hug with the most sincere and grateful attitude in her life.

When night falls, Bruce and Jason are going to go to night patrol as usual. As a 21-year-old milkman, following DPS on the battlefield is basically the norm. Pat paws will follow, and instantly forget the promise of Vampire Princess the back of the head.

By the time she bit off a blood bag to fill her stomach, Bruce was gone.

Jason had just changed into Robin's uniform and was about to set off.

Although he was mentally prepared, the second-generation Robin couldn't help but tense up because of the psychological shadow of the vampire princess: "The bat light is on, and the clown escaped from Arkham again. Batman has already dealt with it first."

The system yelled anxiously: How fat four!Another DPS single brush! !Not even a chopper team! !Why don't you understand the heart of the nanny! ! 21 comrades!Go give him a sip!Alas, he is so desperate, but he loves me so much! !

...I feel bad too.

The little girl blinked, and immediately thought of Bruce's attitude in the comics where he treated injuries as eating and drinking, as well as the criss-crossing scars on his body.

As a nanny, the little girl couldn't help but get angry when she saw her teammates' behavior and attitude of not cherishing the blood bar. She flapped her wings and carried Jason to the sky.

Jason felt the cold wind high above Gotham. He swallowed his complaints about this familiar feeling, and said with difficulty: "...to the left, and, he didn't agree to let you go there together."

The system has a black question mark on its face: I'm sorry, did I hear something wrong?You two are DPS who have died countless times in the plot, and you don’t have the super power of Wolverine. Who gave you the courage not to bring milk?Besides, if you hurt the face of my male god that is worth tens of billions, who will pay?clown?The Arkham where he lives has to be repaired with my male god's money!

21 pretended not to hear Jason's words. Anyway, she had the system turned on, so she basically didn't need to look at the road, and went straight to the Batman sign.

The menacing Batgirl landed on the building closest to Batman, carrying the second-generation Robin, which was almost twice her size.

As a result, as soon as 21 stood firm, Batman's health bar in the teammate list suddenly dropped a little, and 21, who was often milked to death, was frightened.

"The clown planted a bomb at the banquet, and then took hostages. My father was trying to trick him and asked me to stay outside to respond."

Jason said mockingly: "He must have thought I was dead, this would be a good time to take down Batman."

And Bruce sent himself to the door in this way, allowing the clown to uncover his mental scars again and again.

Yes, that's right, Batman wins every time, he always gets the intel he wants, at the cost of hurting himself.

21 has already been popularized by the system for some basic information about Batman. The little girl is no stranger to this kind of self-destructive personality, and she felt so distressed instantly that she whispered, "Is he often like this?"

"Do you mean using yourself as bait, or not taking your body seriously?"

Jason threw the shackle and affirmed, "Yes, often."

They always hurt themselves, and the world always hurts them in return.

But Bruce, like Tony, still loves the world and guards it in their own way.

Superheroes never become superheroes by superpowers, but by their heart and soul.

The bright golden eyes of the bat girl stared indifferently at the abandoned factory below, and then the pair of ferocious bat wings stretched out again, and she rushed in with a speed that was unmatched by humans.

The author has something to say: Is it possible not to update the Spring Festival....

The starting point is to add updates every year and holidays, which makes me habitual.

As for the system, it is indeed a piece of shit, and it is basically useless. It is mainly responsible for adjusting the atmosphere, and occasionally pushing a plot to blame.

Me, the system is in order.

This world ends within five chapters, count as a chapter extra, and then start the next world.