[Zhongyingmei] What is your father?

Ashley sits in a haute couture shop poring over ready-to-wear catalogs.

"Is it for your boyfriend?" On the other side of the sofa, a gentleman wearing black-rimmed glasses and combing his hair back asked.

"No." Without raising her head, Ashley turned over a page of the album: "Give me a temporary dance partner."

Damian stood on the fitting table, letting a clerk take his measurements.He looked away, pretending not to hear the conversation.

"Christmas ball?" The gentleman nodded. "Young people like these."

The door of a fitting room was opened, and a young man came out: "How is it?"

The gentleman stood up: "Very good." He looked up and down: "It would be better to replace the cufflinks with sterling silver."

Ashley also nodded: "This one is very good-looking." She pointed to Damian: "I want this style, but the tie is replaced with a bow tie, and the cufflinks are made of sapphire." Then she did not forget to comment Yifan: "If you change your cufflinks, remember to change your tie too."

The young man glanced at Ashley with great interest: "Do the children now understand this well?"

"I'm almost 14 years old." Ashley said seriously: "Don't think that wearing a kings/man high-end suit can get rid of your ruffian smell, if you must stand crooked like this."

"Eggsy, even this little lady can't understand your etiquette." The gentleman picked up the black umbrella leaning on the sofa and suggested: "Kings/man also has custom-made dresses, you can go and have a look. The gentleman bid farewell to Ashley with a slight nod: "Then, I wish you a happy Christmas ball."

Damian's heart is broken. If Ashley told himself from the beginning that he came to England to go shopping and buy clothes, then he must choose to continue lying in bed and pretend to be dead.

He sat on the sofa boredly, raised his hand and looked at his watch.Twenty or ten minutes have passed since Ashley entered the fitting room. Is it so troublesome for a woman to change clothes?

"Mr. Copperpot, what do you think?" The clerk's voice came from behind.

"As always." A familiar voice came, and Damian's back froze.

"According to your habit for many years." The clerk led the customer to the mirror: "The umbrella has only made some small changes in the handle style."

"Very good." A chunky man in a tuxedo stood in front of the fitting mirror, leaning on an umbrella, ready to leave: "Thank you for your service."

Damian sat motionless on the sofa with his back to them.How did Cobbot the Penguin end up in England?Did he really just come here to order clothes?No, there must be something wrong.

"There are ready-made clothes here, and I think this one is very good." Ashley was actually a little embarrassed, and she came out shyly under the encouragement of the shop assistant: "Da..."

"Stay here and don't move!" Damian pushed the clerk by the door and rushed out: "I'll come back to find you later!"

Damian ducked into Copperpot's trunk the moment he started the car, feeling the car stop in a quiet place.

After a while, he heard a sound of parking, and Coppert walked over: "Mr. Dawson."

Damian listened to the sound in the car, and there were 5 people in total, and they were talking with Coppert about the arms deal.

"Then, it's decided, Mr. Colbert." After the conversation was settled, Cobert looked very satisfied: "I hope we can cooperate happily."

"If you want to have a happy cooperation." The other party suddenly pointed a gun at Copperpot's car: "Just hand over the person inside first."

Damian was taken aback. He secretly prepared himself and was ready to rush out at any time.

There was a "bang" gunshot, and at the moment Damian was about to open the trunk, a person rolled out from under the car.

The man's speed was very fast, he used the cover of the tree trunk to avoid bullets, although his fighting skills were not very good, but his body was very resilient, and no one hurt him for a while.

Damian felt itchy when he heard the fight outside. During this time, he had been lying in bed recuperating from illness, and finally ran out, but was dragged shopping by a girl.After all, Coppert is one of his own, so he can't be beaten by others, right?Thinking of this, he simply lifted the trunk lid and joined the battlefield with great interest.

Cobbot was leaning on a black umbrella to wait and see what happened, when suddenly a person appeared from behind, his leg swept over him, and he fell unsteadily to the ground. He hurriedly waved his umbrella and shot a bullet at Damian.

Damian turned his head to avoid it, he rushed over to kick the black umbrella away, and before he could do anything, he heard another person's cry for help.He had no choice but to run over first, beat the other guys until their faces were covered with blood, turned around, and found that Coppert had turned his umbrella into a small helicopter, lifted off and flew away.

The man picks up the pistol/gun on the ground and shoots at Copperpot.

"Stop doing useless work." Damian kicked those people down the hill one by one: "His suit and umbrella are bulletproof."

The man threw it away in frustration, and before Damian could speak, he said quickly: "The posture you kicked over the Penguin just now appeared 7 times in the online video that came out, and you dealt with the Crocodile twice, and the Riddler." Three times, Joker twice." He held out his hand to Damian: "Hi, my name is Tim Drake, you look a lot like your father Batman, Robin."

Ashley was so angry that she called a car and went back to the hotel. She threw herself on the big bed and sulked.

Damian actually just left?Walking away without looking back after she just finished trying on clothes?She thumped the bed, she was choosing clothes for him!What is he doing awkwardly!

She got up and took out the ready-to-wear from the bag. It was a dark gray off-the-shoulder dress. She picked it up and compared it in front of the mirror. The clerk of kings/man kept boasting that she looked good. She wanted to ask an acquaintance to help Reviews and reviews, it turned out that he ran faster than a rabbit.

In fact, she seldom wears skirts. Hogwarts's bad school uniforms completely distorted her aesthetics. When she returned to New York for vacation, she felt hot pants and miniskirts all over the street.She glanced at herself in the mirror wearing jeans and a white sweater, then looked at the little skirt in her hand, and couldn't help but want to change it again.

Just as he took off his coat, he heard a doorbell ring.She threw the dress on the bed and ran to the surveillance video at the door to watch.

A waiter wearing a hat stood outside the door with his head bowed. He said to the communication microphone: "Hello, cleaning service."

Strange, I did not call room service.She replied: "I found the wrong room!"

She had just turned off the communicator when she suddenly heard a click, and the door was opened directly, and the person outside pushed the door open and barged in: "Sure enough, it's in this room."

As soon as he looked up, Ashley was stunned: "Xia...!"

"You know me?" Sherlock took off the waiter's hat, revealing his curly hair: "American, how do you know me?"

"I don't know." Ashley quickly shut up: "What are you doing?"

"I was stalking a drug gang." Sherlock said nonchalantly, "I pretended to be a clerk at King□□an just to keep up with that big boss, but your boyfriend messed everything up." Sat down on the bed: "I'll wait here for him to come back."

Ashley was almost annoyed: "Where is the confidence to tell you that you can wait for him here?"

"Aren't you guys and girls?" Sherlock said with a matter of course: "Although you are a little younger, the probability of having a relationship with thirteen or fourteen-year-old teenagers in the United States is not low." He glanced at Ashley, and took another He picked up the skirt that was thrown on the bed, and continued: "You want your boyfriend to praise you, but he left without even looking at it." Sherlock laughed: "Where did you get the confidence to tell you, you wear This thing is good—ah!"

Ashley folded her hands and looked at Sherlock who was hung upside down: "Are you happy now?"

Sherlock was suspended in the air by an invisible force. He raised his body and looked at his feet in disbelief. There was no rope or chain, but he was indeed entangled by something.

"How did you find this place?" Ashley sat on the sofa, grabbed the sofa cushion and threw it at Sherlock.

"Following you." Sherlock reached out, took the pillow and threw it back to Ashley.

Ashley didn't expect this person to be so straightforward, but she was taken aback.

"I've said that, I'm not interested in you at all. What I'm looking for is that Gotham boy." After accepting the situation where he was hung up, Sherlock became more relaxed. He folded his hands behind his head, as if Swing: "Did I see you?"

"This way of striking up a conversation has long been outdated!" Ashley walked over, stretched out a finger and shook him: "I'm fine after being hung for so long, my waist strength is pretty good!"

"If you're willing to let me down, I'll let you see how strong my waist is." Sherlock simply stretched out a hand to catch Ashley's claws poking around on him, raising his eyebrows laughed.

The two were very close, even though one was standing and the other was hanging upside down, it didn't affect the atmosphere in the room at all.The girl stood still with a smile on her face, letting Sherlock approach her slowly, just when the boy raised his lips and was about to approach her eyes, she suddenly bumped her head against his chin!

"Ah!" Sherlock covered his mouth angrily, "What are you doing!"

"You dare to take advantage of me!" Ashley took a step back with her hands on her hips: "It just so happens that I'm not feeling well today, so you really came to my door!"

When Damian took Tim back to the hotel, he saw Ashley holding a lipstick and drawing a turtle on a half-naked teenager tied to a bed.

"What are you doing?" Damian said with black lines on his face, "Who is this?"

The movement of Ashley's hands stopped, she snorted, threw away her lipstick and climbed out of bed, strode out of the room, and bumped Damian's shoulder hard as she passed by.

"What happened to her?" Damian was puzzled, "Who is this?"

"Hmph, woman." The boy covered with big and small turtles turned his head away, his face was covered with make-up: "Boring."

Ten minutes later, the three boys in the room finally explained their identities to each other. Sherlock was wearing a hotel bathrobe and leaning on the bed with a big face: "So, you all know the gentleman who provided the ammunition."

"We can cooperate." After some conversation, Tim admired Sherlock, who had maximal logical reasoning ability: "Coppert's deal is not completed this time, and he will definitely plan a second deal."

"I don't care about Mr. Copperpot, I just want to find out the munitions warehouse in London." Sherlock paused, and continued: "I mean, I agree to this cooperation."

Damian was a little uneasy, he stood up: "I'll go see Ashley first."

Tim pulled him to sit down: "Go and see what she does!" He looked at Damian and whispered: "Think about it, if we catch the evidence this time and send Penguin to prison, we must It will be recognized by your father!"

Damian hesitates, he looks at Tim and doesn't speak.

"If you must accompany your little girlfriend, dressed as a Christmas gift bag and doing funny dances among a group of people." Sherlock pointed to the door: "She's in your room, go."

To be honest, if you have to choose between going to the ball and catching the penguin, Damian will definitely choose the latter without hesitation, but the former involves Ashley, and he promised to accompany her to the ball. Breaking her promise, she definitely doesn't want to talk to herself again.

Seeing the entanglement in Damian's eyes, Tim suggested: "Well, Christmas is three days later. During these three days, you will search for evidence of Copperpot's crime with us. On Christmas Day, what do you want to do? We won't stop you for anything."