i spent the summer in gotham

391.

"On a night of thunder and lightning and strong winds, the dim streetlights could not illuminate the surrounding world of more than one meter in the rainstorm. The man stood on the head of the gargoyle, and the rain fell to the ground along the black cloak.

The thunderstorm roared, like a violent symphony orchestra playing grand music in his ears.In this magnificent symphony, he looked at the Wayne Tower in the distance, where they had expressed their hearts and poured out their deep love.The tower is hidden behind the heavy dark clouds, together with beautiful memories.

Batman finally realized it in the night rain in Gotham - he lost Bruce.There have been all kinds of things, and there is no redemption. "

392.

Harley held the phone contentedly, "I feel overwhelmed every time I see a bat being abused," she covered her face, "Babbat CP is really a treasure, this lady is amazing!"

Thank you for praising Jason. For the sake of my second brother's mental health, I will not tell you.

Haley bit her lips and shook her legs, tipped Mrs. Guerrell Jeunet fifty dollars, and then sent a private message to her, "Madam, ma'am, I want to see bats get wet and undress in the rain, is that okay?"

I glanced sideways and scoffed coldly in my heart.The Batman described by Mrs. Genet is much more masculine than my father himself. Not to mention the temptation of being wet, he is dressed in sweatshirts and jeans that do not show his figure.

Of course, this is also because in the setting of the wife, Batman is a poor boy from the crime alley, taciturn and dangerous, a dangerous black panther lurking in the slums.

Because of this, the love story between the poor boy Batman and the rich boy Bruce is full of tension, because there are too many contrasts between them.Bruce is romantic, Batman is indifferent, Bruce is dissolute, Batman is self-sufficient, Bruce is proud, and Batman is inferior.

They are the most compatible lovers and the most eccentric lovers.Who can not be addicted to this, the people of Gotham are not addicted to crime!

Sure enough, the wife ignored Harry.Harry hummed a weird little tune and thought for a moment, then tipped another fifty dollars.

My noble wife quietly appeared, "Yes."

Mrs?

what are you doing ma'am

The wife typed quickly, "I will arrange for them to reunite in tonight's update."

"Thank you, ma'am, ma'am for posting!" After speaking, it was another fifty knives.

Mrs. Guerrell Jeunet received the 150 dollars tipped by Harley and left quietly, hiding her merits and fame.

So in tonight's update, we were fortunate enough to see the famous scene of Batman rushing forward to hug Raining Bruce while taking off his clothes in the rain.

Although the scene is very beautiful and emotional, it made me writhe like a maggot on the bed, but I still have to say it.

What are you doing undressing?

In order to let your pecs give compound points?

393.

Ever since I recommended the BatBat fan to Harley, this pair of Gotham Medics has gone viral among the ladies,

Mrs. Guerrell Jeunet, as a big hand in the circle, got enough tips for him to buy a second Bentley.

The wife is in pain and happy to collect money every day, and at the same time, she is puzzled, "Why did Halle touch my author's Twitter?"

"Yeah," I peel the orange calmly under Tim's meaningful eyes, "you're famous."

Tim smiled slightly and sipped his coffee. "Your orange is popping."

Me: "... woo woo."

394.

Catwoman, as one of the ambiguous objects who have a close relationship with my father, took a few glances at Harley's strong recommendation.

We don't know if she secretly watched, but she would occasionally intervene when Harley was discussing the plot with Poison Ivy enthusiastically, pointing out Jason's OOC.

"In this plot, Batman is not so strong, he will jump directly from upstairs."

"Ah, he's supposed to get down on one knee, take off his hood, take out the diamond ring Bruce wanted when he and Bruce first met, and ask Bruce to marry him."

"The line in this place is 'For Alfred!'"

We savored the plot carefully and tangled for a long time in the sudden change of expression and the drastic change of expression.

There was nothing to say for a moment.

395.

My father has the habit of analyzing the psychological state of family members by reading the colleagues of the wives in the family.

He was always worried and frowning all this time.

We sat in the living room chatting and playing games, and we could often see my father peeking out one eye from behind the newspaper, watching secretly.

Dick, hairy and shivering, squeezed carefully between Tim and me, trying to get our 1.7m to cover his 1.7m[-].

"Did he find out that my ex-girlfriend and I were about to get back together?" His voice trembled, "Or did he finally find out that it wasn't Jason who stole the Batmobile when he was a teenager, but me?"

"What?" Jason was furious, "I said you did it, the old man wouldn't believe me even if he killed him!"

Dick flinched, "So it took you to the bar to have fun afterwards, it was to make up for it."

Jason sneered, "Yes, sitting on the sidelines and watching you pick up girls, I even drink orange juice."

"Minors can't drink alcohol." Dick defended in a low voice.

"Scrubs." I commented objectively.

Tim looked at Jason blankly, "So you have to learn how to cook and eat by yourself at my house, right?"

Jason shrugged, "Aren't you asleep?"

"My kitchen, my ingredients, my bowls and chopsticks." Tim said every word, "You don't even want to leave me a piece of lasagna."

"Scrubs." I comment rationally.

"Don't think I don't know," Jason immediately shot back. "Last week, you took Damian's autographed copy while he was away and secretly read it. While reading it, you ate instant noodles and splashed instant noodle soup on the author's signature page!"

Damian screamed, "Today is the day you die, Drake!"

Tim put his hand on my head, jumped up and escaped from the sofa, and defended himself while avoiding the fruit plate thrown by Damian, "I ordered a brand new one, which was returned at three times the price, and it will arrive tomorrow. tomorrow!!"

I applauded passionately, "If you die, I will die too, let's die together, okay!"

Ah Fu stood quietly at the entrance of the living room, "I hope young masters and ladies can have a little bit of respect for the crystal fruit plate worth three hundred dollars."

His expression made all of us hang our heads in shame.

The person who can make the scum brothers kneel on the ground to pick up crystal scum, except Ah Fu, doesn't think of anything else.

396.

The reason for my dad's frown was ultimately overlooked by us, and Batman has a few days every month when usually nothing happens.

Of course, if something goes wrong, everyone will rush to beat him with the joy of this time and the next time.

Probably because of all the filial sons and filial daughters, it seems that I am a very caring little padded jacket, and my father found me.

On a cold winter night, passers-by on the street wore scarves and gloves. My father drove me to an ice cream shop where he often ate.

Ice cream shop.

In the near-zero temperature, the waiter brought us two big cups of parfait.We stared at each other across the ice cream cones and strawberries and peaches.

Dad fiddled with his fingers sadly, "I have something to ask you."

I'm alert, is it finally coming, the accountability link that hasn't happened after my Feijian drunk driving!

Dad's mouth opened and closed, he hesitated to speak and repeated several times, but he didn't utter a single letter.

I went from apprehensive to confused to angry, and when I was about to lose my good daughter's skin, I rushed up and grabbed my father by the collar and begged him to speak quickly, my father finally opened his mouth, " Is Jason in a bad mood recently?"

"Huh?" I opened my mouth blankly, "You mean he just found out Dick blamed him for stealing the Batmobile?"

My dad denies, "I know about it."

"That's the fact that Artemis carried him by the back collar as easily as a kitten, which made him very disrespectful?"

"I know, too, it's not this one."

I looked serious, "Are you referring to the fact that Roy sneaked back to Star City, causing him to be very irritable because he couldn't beat anyone?"

"He sure didn't tell you he sneaked up in the Batplane in the middle of the night looking for someone," my dad said, hesitating. "I mean... the clown."

Hiss, the trouble is serious, he even found out about this.

I couldn't help but straighten my posture, defending Jason, "Although he secretly fed Warren canned herring and durians, he really just wanted to have fun, and he had no intention of harming the ugly!"

My father: "...No, it doesn't mean this either."

"I mean," my dad tried to gesture, "he hasn't written about clowns in a while, and he's never written about 1v1s."

Oh, it turned out to be this thing.

Mrs. Renet finished her new article not long ago, and contrary to the norm of a pure love warrior, she opened an NP dog-blood article, describing the protagonist clown in the black mask of the domineering boss, the coquettish and neurotic riddle, the blackened crazy scarecrow and the cold-faced king. Entanglement between love and hatred.

This article exploded at the beginning, and it is more bloody and exciting than "Love for Vormir Star". Up to now, in the five chapters, the clown has lost a kidney and two eyes, and is scheduled to be poached with a heart.

I asked Jason what happens to the rest of the plot if the Joker dies before the word count.Picking his teeth with a toothpick, Jason said to me leisurely, "Then let's do it again after soaking in the Lazarus Pool."

Makes sense, can't refute.

My father was very conflicted, "He hasn't mentioned clown-related things for a long time, I thought he didn't care about that anymore, but now he..."

"Tell me about his latest update." I removed the egg roll on the top of the parfait and crunched it. "It's a short story customized by Harley. It's only about [-] words. It's mainly determined by whether Harley is happy to read it or not."

My father was suddenly stuck, with incomprehension written all over his face.I stuck a strawberry on the ice cream with a fork, "Someone gave Jason money last night, and wanted to appear as the villain behind the scenes. I wanted to tailor a scene for her, sitting on an office chair and stroking cats."

My father was silent for a moment, and announced his name, "Barbara?"

I bit off the yellow peach, "And Stephanie and Kassan and Dick and Tim and Damian, everyone has a cameo, and by the way, I am the loan shark who came to the door with a knife and stepped on his finger."

My dad: "..."

Yes, Jason's mentality is completely fine, and he is enjoying the joy of creation.

Dad, you think too much.