i spent the summer in gotham

560.

Timothy Duck stood by the window, the early night wind blowing his feathers.

He looked down and took a deep breath.Any success needs to be exchanged with hard work.He is not an ordinary duck, he is a duck who has been Batman, and Batman is omnipotent.

Timothy Duck took a step forward and jumped down resolutely.

"Huh?" I blinked, "Did something fall out of the window just now?"

"Is there?" Dick opened the window and glanced up and down, "Everything is normal, is it a plastic bag?"

"Where can plastic bags blow into Wayne's house?" Jason found dental floss in the takeaway bag and picked his teeth. "Could it be Xiao Qiao who came to play with the devil cubs through the window?"

"...It's four or five o'clock in the morning. Could it be that he came to see Damian for school?" Tim clasped Jason's shoulders, "Don't be lazy, just clean up my bedroom!"

Jason continued to pick his teeth without changing his face, "Humans cannot tidy up the pigsty, because the living systems of humans and pigs are not compatible."

I raised my hand, "Say it first, I'm going to take out the trash."

Jason is right, humans can't clean up pigpens, and I'm afraid I'll clean up Tim's computer.

While we were still talking trash in Tim's bedroom, a small white ball in the grass under the window was moving fast, slithering into the back door that had been left open for Alfred the cat.

The ball rushed into the wicket like a small white meteor... The duck's tender yellow webs wobbled, and then wobbled again in disbelief.Bai Qiuqiu was crowded in front of the small gate, his feet hanging in the air.

Timothy Duck couldn't believe it.

He got stuck.

Miscalculation.

Tiothyisabedrake.

561.

I stepped on the flying sword to go out to throw out the trash, and glanced down inadvertently.

Is the kitchen door rattling?

Is it my delusion?

Timothy Duck narrowly squeezed into the cat door. In all fairness, he is not fat, but hairy.

Generally, when a cute creature does not look too thin, we will comfort it with "just a lot of hair".

Anyway, it's not time to take a bath, and everyone is not sure whether it is hairy or fleshy.

His next step, to find Jason's bedroom.

Timothy ducked his ass, and the duckling flapped onto the steps. Relying on his memory, he walked around Alfred's room and stood in front of Jason's door.

A new question arises, how should he get into Jason's bedroom?

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"I didn't seem to lock the bedroom door when I went out." Jason said seriously, "Ah Fu won't find that I'm not in the room as soon as he pushes the door?"

Tim opened the window to breathe, and the smell of roast duck wafted with the wind, "Then please cut your tail to survive when you are found. Let's say you were out of breath and knocked on the window in the middle of the night to beat Dick."

"What?" Dick stuck his head out on Tim's bed, "what's none of my business?"

Tim lifted the quilt off Dick indifferently, "It's none of your business, for example, get off my bed first."

Jason's negligence was Timothy Duck's good luck.

Yaya used the high jump cheats again, and opened Jason's bedroom door with his mouth.

His evil plan is on the verge of success, and the duck's flat beak is slightly opened, let's take it for a wicked smile.He deftly used his beak to push open the slightly open door, and slipped in in vain.

Timothy Duck knows Jason very well, including but not limited to where Jason likes to hide things.So he went straight to Jason's bedside table when he entered the door, and opened the bottom shelf.

Yaya poked it with its beak, and sure enough there was a hidden space here.Timothy pulled the contents out, and a secret carefully hidden by Jason appeared in front of him.

The pink Batman figurine lay peacefully in the box, and time was frozen at the moment when he waved the fairy wand in his hand, and the serious chin actually showed a slight arc of muscle because of the smile.

……

Timothy turned over the box and saw a line of small characters below.

"Batman Limited Edition Fairy Bat".

Timothy Duck: ?

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563.

"After opening the window, the room is very hot." Jason sat on the floor, trying to absorb a bit of coolness from the wooden floor.

"So why don't you go back to your bedroom and turn on the air conditioner?" Tim asked sitting on the bed, trying to kick Dick out with his head buried under the covers.

After all, he was not as strong as the Nightwing Brown Bear.

"I have something nice to share with you," Jason said.

From some strange corner, he pulled out a small, poor-looking Batman figurine.

Under the strange gazes of Tim and Dick, he pressed the inferior Batman's leg, and the bat dart in Batman's hand began to rotate continuously, fanning out a breeze.

Jason's bangs fluttered and fell under the blowing of the wind, "It's cool."

Dick slowly pushed his mouth open unconsciously, and he flopped over to Jason's side to blow the air together.

"Ah," Dick exclaimed, "that's cool."

Tim: "...get out of my bedroom, thanks."

564.

Timothy Duck persevered in several places. After collecting fairy bats, wizard bats, ninja bats and rainbow butterfly bats in sequence, he finally found the small jar of magical hairspray that Jason hid.

He hesitated for a while whether to use it directly here, but out of understanding of the miraculous effects of hairspray, he decided to take this small bottle of hairband back and study it carefully.

Duck's beak caught in the narrow mouth of the bottle, and he walked to the bedroom door.

...Because he spent too long searching for it, the bedroom door had already closed by itself, becoming a high wall in front of Yaya.

Duck duck failed.

At the same time, I, Jason, Tim and Dick stepped on the Doer and climbed up with difficulty.

"You guys want to go to Jason's room to see the electric fan, why can't you just pull it along the wall?" My forehead was throbbing with veins, "Isn't it fun to climb over the wall?"

"Don't mind it," Dick stood on the Du'er sword, his face full of novelty, "I've never used this kind of magnetic levitation aircraft, it feels amazing."

I still wonder, "What's so magical about that fan, is it worth running to Jason's bedroom to see?"

Dick: "That's a Superman fan!"

Tim: "That's a Nightwing fan!"

?

Did Tim and Jason both reveal something serious?

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We pushed through the window, and the four of us stepped on a sword, looking at Timothy at the door of Jason's bedroom.

Yaya stood at the door of the bedroom with a small gap, holding a small bottle in its mouth, and looked at us deeply with black bean eyes.

We don't move.

Time seemed to stand still, only the man and the duck looked at each other affectionately, and even Due could only serve as a foil in such a scene.

The opened bedroom door was blown by the wind and made a creaking sound.

In an instant, everyone except me moved!

Jason jumped off the Duer and reached out to Timothy Duck. Dick took out the trap rope and slammed it over Duck's head. Tim Bomber threw a pistol.

Me: ... No, did you guys bring your equipment for supper?

566.

Timothy Duck is worthy of being the dragon and phoenix among men and the king among ducks.

He jumped up nimbly, dodged the trapping rope thrown by Dick, and then got low and sprinted between Jason's feet.

The smoke obscured Yaya's sight, and Yaya didn't panic at all. With the little black bottle in his mouth, he spread his wings and jumped, trying to break through Tim's defense line and escape through the open window.

He accurately estimated Tim's position, and the little duck webbed unceremoniously stepped on the top of Tim's head, using his strength to jump!

I stretched out my hand to grab the duck's wings, and looked blankly at the three brothers who were playing with the duck's wings while holding the flopping duck, "What's the little bottle in his mouth?"

Timothy Duck was picked up by me, and the small bottle fell from his mouth.The glass collided with the floor and shattered into countless pieces, and the liquid in the bottle splashed!

Jason, who was rushing to grab the bottle, Dick, who turned around, Tim, who was standing next to me, and I were caught off guard and were covered in black spots from the liquid splash.

A familiar feeling of unhappiness flooded my heart.

I:?

567.

I know, that little bottle contains the magic hairspray that Jason hid.

why would i know

Because the scene in front of me was clearly no longer Wayne Manor.

Even my body is weird, I can feel the dull pain coming from every corner of my body, and all kinds of little dancing figures popping out of the void before my eyes.This body was injected with medicine, and the dose was not small.

I pulled my hands and found that I was hanging in the air with my hands and feet tied.

This is the body of a teenager, but the strange thing is that I can also feel my own body, as if the body of "Li Cizhang" merged with this body and became a brand new thing.

The reason why I am so sure is that I feel the natural sword bone in my body that is vibrating restlessly. When I cut off the connection with Duer, the hallucinogen made me unable to maintain a stable consciousness, and the sword bone hummed softly in the flesh.

My sword bone, maybe, probably, maybe, will usher in a riot.

Hope there are no innocent people around.

I pray so sincerely.

568.

My prayers really didn't work.

I vaguely felt someone walking into the room.A seaweed brother came up to me and pulled my hair.

He seemed to say something, but I tried to suppress the faintly violent sword bone, but I didn't hear a word.

Suddenly, he pulled my hair and forced me to look into his face.

Hey, why is his face so pale, seaweed essence, do you lack sleep?

His nagging voice is like an undead mosquito humming in your ear, which makes me wish I could stab him with Du'e's sword.

That part of my spine was getting hotter, almost to the point of scalding me.

The seaweed essence took out something and dangled it in front of me.

The red, "J" shaped thing.

He seemed to be laughing, and the noise made my head ache.

The seaweed spirit laughed a few times, and poked the red-hot iron on my face!

He lifted his chin triumphantly, waiting for my scream.

I:……

Brother Haizao, why do you think that I, who can ignore the thermal sight of Kryptonians, would be afraid of this thing?

My hand twisted slowly, and the iron chain around my wrist shattered inch by inch.

I pinched the shackles around my neck that were attached to the wall and broke it in half like an apple.

The seaweed essence waved something, as if trying to control the scene.

Damn, it's all fancy, let's choke it to death.I pinched his neck irritably and lifted him up, "The door."

My limbs are almost out of my control, "Where is the door to go out?"

Seaweed Jing made a "cluck" sound from his throat, I couldn't see his expression clearly, I didn't know if he was flustered or laughing.

But I know he's the culprit that my body has become like this.

So I tightened my grip on his neck, "If you don't want to die, tell me, where is the way out!"

Obviously he is not a person who knows current affairs, and Haizao is making a lot of noises, and the firework on his chest ejected liquid into my eyes.

I closed my eyes subconsciously, and heard the sound of the liquid trying to corrode the eyeballs.

Normally this doesn't do me any harm.

And now the problem is, I'm really freaked out by this one.

At this moment, my sword bone did not hold.

569.

After 3 minutes, I swept the seaweed dude together and piled it in the corner.

Alas, brother, why bother to seek death by yourself.

If you don't mess with that, maybe you can get a decent death.

Thanks to the blood he splattered on my face, I regained my sanity in time, so I didn't become a meat grinder to demolish this building.

I didn't know where footsteps came from, and I realized that the place I was in was a basement.

The person who came down the stairs hugged a duck, and was taken aback when he saw me, "Damn, who are you?"

I was also taken aback, "Dick?"

"No," said the man with the dick face, "I'm actually Jason, despite the upturned ass."

? ?

A head popped up right behind him, and "Tim" scratched his head embarrassedly, "I'm Dickha."

? ?

My gaze fell on Yaya tremblingly, "Ti, Tim?"

Jason's face was peeped from behind Dick's shoulder, and that expression was very executive, "I'm Tim."

? ?

Who is that duck? ?

570.

Ya Ya reluctantly quacked twice.

Isn't this still you, Timothy Duck? !

After all your operation, what has changed! !