i spent the summer in gotham

552.

Todd left, leaving behind a timothy duck and a pot.

We fell into an awkward silence with Timothy Duck.Tim and Timothy stared at each other. Jason and I didn't know who to comfort first.

In the end, Ah Fu came out and broke the deadlock.

"Master Timothy," he said, standing solemnly in front of a duck just up to his ankle, "let me show you your bedroom."

Timothy Duck quacked twice, followed Ah Fu with a sway, like a white pom-pom.

Me, Tim and Jason watched his writhing buttocks lovingly from behind.

"It's so cute." I whispered.

"A duck can't be up," Tim said. "Shh, I'm talking like a pervert."

"Perversion is also a direction of evolution." Jason patted him on the shoulder encouragingly, and he swallowed, "I want to eat roast duck."

I lash out, "How can you say that in front of Tim, no brotherhood. I want to eat too."

"Bring me one," Tim said, "we'll have a little dinner tonight."

The three of us glanced at each other. This is not an ordinary glance. This glance includes tonight's division of labor, the location of the meeting, the taste of the sauce and the number of roast ducks.

All in all, it is a glance with a lot of information.

Not eating roast duck in front of Timothy Duck is our last moral bottom line.

553.

Ducks have a lot of nasty traits, and Timothy is now a standard duck.

How he overcomes his duck instinct and physical defects, how he maintains his precarious dignity, the hardships and the consequences after that, he can't think about it, dare not think deeply.

Perhaps this is one of the ways that the future me will use to drain their energy and prevent them from causing trouble.

I always feel that in the future, I may awaken some incredible attributes.

554.

Jason placed an order in advance on his mobile phone, Tim inquired about Ah Fu's course of action tonight, and I stepped on the flying sword and went out to pick up roast duck.

Ah Fu is at home, it is impossible for us to eat takeaway under his nose.Therefore, the roast duck brought back should be hidden quietly in Tim's bedroom.

Tim's room is a mess, like a giant mushroom breeding room.But his clever little head thinks that his bedroom has its own set of operating procedures, and after tidying up, it will not find anything.So Ah Fu cleaned every three days, today is the second day, and he just hid the roast duck I had attached a thermostat under his computer cabinet.

When Ah Fu fell asleep, it was the happy time for the three of us.We can share the roast duck in the mushroom cultivation room and share the happiness brought by fat.

We were so focused on the little thing we were going to have tonight that we forgot one important thing.

We didn't tell Dick and Damian that the duck was Timothy.

So this is our karma, we deserve it when we go downstairs after hiding the roast duck

——Damian was sitting on the sofa, hugging Timothy Duck and massaging Duck's head for him.

My expression gradually went blank.

"WHAT——" Tim's swearing was halfway through, and Jason quickly covered it with his sharp eyes.

The three of us were stuck on the stairs, and were inspected by Damian's eyes that seemed mentally retarded.

Damian looked contemptuously, but kept massaging his hands, "What evil plan do you three have? I mean, the three of you have lowered the average IQ of the family. I hope you will pay attention to your words and deeds in the future."

Timothy Duck moved his buttocks, and squatted peacefully on Damian's lap. The whole duck exuded the casual aura of an old farmer in the northeast of the road.

He squinted under Damian's skillful massage, as if he thought he was a real duck, Damian's palm duck.

What's wrong with you, duck!You were not like this before, what did fate do to you!

I pause for three seconds.Take a second to contemplate the possibility of tonight's supper turning into two ducks after telling Damian the truth.

One second is used to think about the mental activity of Timothy Duck, and the probability of a duck beating a Robin.

At the last second, I seriously considered whether Ah Fu would let us kneel on the ground to wipe the floor tiles if we demolished the living room.

So, I calmly said, "Ah, you found Timothy."

"Timothy?" Damian smiled interestedly, "It's a good name."

Drake means drake, and it is said that the genius who is now physically silenced by Jason briefly called himself that.Let me explain first that I didn't mean to mislead, everything was made up by Damian himself.

"There is Alfred the cat at home, who said ducks can't be called Timothy?" I picked up Damian's words.

I'm sorry, Tim, but for the sake of the future of this family, please bear with me for a while.The big deal is that tonight's roast duck will give you an extra portion of the duck rack.

Jason chanted scriptures in Tim's ear, "Don't be angry, don't be angry, there is no one to replace you when you get sick."

Tim glared at us under Jason's grip, and we just assumed his eyes were full of longing for tonight.

Tonight's duck rack will be divided between you, Tim, don't worry.

555.

We don't know what Timothy Duck is thinking.

He didn't reveal his true identity, but just quietly rolled into a white ball, accepting Damian's feeding and massage from time to time.

Tim whispered but decisively, "He is absolutely, absolutely planning an evil plan. Don't be fooled by his cute appearance."

"Except for Damian, none of us will be fooled by the duck's cute appearance." Jason said, Damian took the bamboo shoots to feed Xiaobai, and Jason took over his job and was massaging the duck's head.

"Be confident in your appearance," I said, peeling an orange for Duck. "You're cute, super cute."

Tim watched the two of us move, the corners of his mouth curled down, "You two superficial guys who only look at appearances."

"What are you talking about?" I showed a surprised look in my eyes, "Duck is you, you are Ya, I won't allow you to say that you have no connotation!"

Tim: "...you're the only one who can quibble."

It can't be our fault, because Timothy Duck is really cute.Especially after Damian left, he glanced at Tim who was full of displeasure, and consciously climbed into the pot left by Todd and squatted like a cotton flower stuffed in an iron pot.

At that moment, Jason next to me showed an expression as if he had been hit hard. He walked forward unconsciously as if he was being brain-controlled, and fished Timothy Duck out of the iron pot full of sadness with one hand.

Timothy Duck puffed out his bulging chest, tilted his head and rubbed against Jason's hand.

!!!

Damn, this duck is so sweet!

Yaya's appearance is so charming, who doesn't like Yaya?

Even I couldn't control myself, sitting next to Jason and asked Yaya, "Do you want to eat oranges?"

Tim: "I see, you two have no brains."

... Even so, tonight's roast duck will still be eaten as usual.

556.

We and Jason really didn't get enough of Timothy's character.

Tim and Damian had dealt with Timothy enough, but one of them was powerless and the other didn't know.

No one thinks that Yaya can do anything big.

We all forget that this is no ordinary Duck, this is a Duck who used to be Batman.

So when I, Tim and Jason finally stayed until midnight, quietly met in Tim's room, and started the exciting takeaway supper, Timothy Duck also started to act.

These are all the results we deduced later based on the traces of the scene and the few words of Timothy Yaya.

In the future, ducks and ducks are not the only ones who need to reshape their human forms. Damian the cat and the little bat will be thrown over by the director of the zoo who is on vacation at some point.

Timothy Duck has to take advantage early.Cats and ducks fight, the winner is hard to tell.

The physical limitations of ducks and ducks are too great, which is why Xiao Li in the future does not temporarily give them a human shell with a short shelf life to live in, but stuffs them into ducks, cats and bats.

But right now, the Great Demon King is not in front of them.Timothy Duck has a simple and effective plan.

He needs Connor's magic hairspray.

The ghost knows what the devil's principle is about that hair gel. According to Connor, it was originally a nutrient solution developed by Luthor to save his own dead hair follicles.

Of course, it was obvious that nothing in this world could bring Luther's scalp back to life.Magic hairspray could work on anyone, but certainly not on Luthor.

Timothy Duck needs magic hairspray, he may turn into a girl, or he may revert back to five or six years old.These are better than being a duck.

It is very difficult to find Connor directly, but Jason is in the manor.

He has a stash of magic hairspray, a bottle full.

Timothy Duck smelled the aroma of roast duck left in Jason and Xiao Li's hands. They would definitely hide in the middle of the night and eat supper.

Jason and Ah Fu lived on the same floor, and Xiao Li was a girl, so they must have met in Tim's room.

At that time, it is a good time to start.

557.

It was close to three or four o'clock in the morning, and Timothy Duck opened his eyes on the bed.

He heard footsteps in the corridor as people went back to their rooms.He waited patiently for a while until Ah Fu's footsteps gradually receded.Ah Fu fell asleep, which meant that everyone in the manor had entered the bedroom.

Yaya jumped off the bed, and he swayed to the door. The door of the ordinary room in the past was extremely tall in his eyes.

Timothy Duck took a deep breath, squatted down, jumped up, his strong wings flapped, his hard beak hung on the doorknob, and pressed down!

... FUCK, Ah Fu locked the door.

Timothy Duck's evil plan hits its first snag.

After the old butler sent him to bed, he locked the door of his room.

558.

At this time, Tim, Jason, and I were still happily sharing ducks in Tim's bedroom.

Me: "Duck is delicious!"

Jason: "Duck is delicious!"

Tim: "Duck... yuck!"

He turned to look at Dick, "Why are you here?"

Dick was wearing plastic gloves, and he was very skilled in rolling up duck rolls. "Hmph," he snorted triumphantly, "No small stove can escape the eyes of big brother, and you don't want to eat supper behind my back."

"You were related to Guochang in your previous life, right?" I said, "Your crazy fans can trap you with donuts, so there's no need to think of a plan."

"After all, not everyone knows that I was born with a beautiful face and a fit body." Dick said shyly, and his hands moved slowly, quickly snatching the last hawthorn stick from Jason's hands.

"Damn!" Jason yelled, "I propose to throw Dick out of the room."

"I agree," Tim said, "but the duck rack is about to be robbed, do you think you can get something from the Li Bowl?"

Jason nodded seriously, "You're right."

"Tim, you are targeting me, I can see it!" I rolled up the duck roll and threw it into the bowl, making a neat tenth, "We will settle the score after we finish eating."

"Get the hell out of my bedroom after eating," Tim said politely, "and take the trash with you, it's best to fly to the city to throw it away."

How many times have I said that Imperial Sword Flight is not for throwing midnight snacks!

559.

At the same time, Timothy Duck stared at the door panel solemnly.

He forgot that he didn't have super powers, it wasn't that just by looking at the door, the door would open automatically.

Nothing can stop Yaya's determination.

So he jumped onto the desk, then onto the window sill, and pushed the window bolt with his beak.

Yaya's little black bean looked at the height of tens of meters below him, and he shook his wings.

Will the ducks come flying?